Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
We now have a Quick Game Facts that simplifies the basic information about the game. Good if you want to see what the game is at a glance!
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins per bonus coin group (so 6 total) by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous people who had them saying they are lies, or pointing out good "jokes."
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. Or maybe they want you for lunch...
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
SCENARIO FOUR: The time has come and you've found yourself becoming a monster. Is the change instant, or gradual? Are you familiar enough with monsters to know what's happening, or is it a complete shock? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
We were brought to a strange place against our wills and without our notice.
[But now that Blake mentions it, he's dressed strangely, as far as Boyd is concerned. "Time travel" isn't a concept he has even the most remote familiarity with, but "magic" is starting to make more sense to him than some weirdly dressed guy being a dick to him for no reason.]
[Blake sighs in irritation and rubs his hand over his sore face. This stubborn bastard's refusal to break character is getting on his nerves - and starting to bother him more deeply, too. He resolutely ignores that part.]
[Blake is getting seriously irritated by the guy's dedication to his role. It's starting to piss him off. And make him unsettled, which pisses him off more.]
It's a car, goddammit. You drive one to work every morning. Put in gas, put in key, go vroom! Fuck's sake.
[Boyd is... pretty confused about all of this, but after everything that's happening to him, he's trying to take this all in some amount of stride, because the alternative is downright scary.]
Is it really so hard for you to believe I'm who I say I am?
Sometimes men have handkerchiefs with their names stitched into them made, but that's all I've heard of.
[Blake might remember something about how less than half of the dead were identified during the Civil War because of a lack of system of military identification.]
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[But now that Blake mentions it, he's dressed strangely, as far as Boyd is concerned. "Time travel" isn't a concept he has even the most remote familiarity with, but "magic" is starting to make more sense to him than some weirdly dressed guy being a dick to him for no reason.]
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It's 1847.
[That is so far into the future, he can't even comprehend it.]
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Oh for fuck's-- look over there.
[He points at a parked car they're approaching.]
Does that look like an 1847 model to you?
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Which, to be honest, he hasn't. Boyd stands a ways away for a moment, before he approaches it raising his hand before he touches the hood.]
This is a strange machine.
[He's not scared of it, or anything, it's obviously a carriage of some kind, he just doesn't know how it's steered.]
How does it work?
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It's a car, goddammit. You drive one to work every morning. Put in gas, put in key, go vroom! Fuck's sake.
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Is it really so hard for you to believe I'm who I say I am?
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Buddy, I'm a cop. I don't believe anybody without ID.
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He doesn't really have any place to store IDs...]
I see. I'm not sure how to change your mind.
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....why would I carry a dog's tag around?
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Dog tags! The little oval things soldiers wear with their name on them!
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Sometimes men have handkerchiefs with their names stitched into them made, but that's all I've heard of.
[Blake might remember something about how less than half of the dead were identified during the Civil War because of a lack of system of military identification.]