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.
[ the question slips out before she even has time to think about it. she shakes her head, trying to distance herself from that sense of curiosity. she's not fit to talk with someone like this as an equal... is she?
what is there to stop her? all the others must be dead, save for battler. and if this tainted family has been wiped off the board, if the evidence of their sins is truly gone...
she doesn't deserve happiness - she knows that much. countless sins over countless fragments guarantee that. she's not even sure she deserves a clean death at this point. but maybe she can pretend at it, make-believe that this is a chance at redemption, for just a little while. ]
...mm. It's more than I deserve, but I won't stop you.
Twisted Fate is what I go by. [His hat is drying, so at best right now he can give a little bow instead of a tip of his hat.] No worries, little lady.
[That's a bit of a depressing response, isn't it. He's vaguely curious, but it's hardly appropriate to get around to prying questions and he does legitimately have better things to be doing right now.
Like trying to make a fire.
He remembers as a boy trying to figure out how to make one. On the river, he didn't have to worry about it, and was cared for, but after the exile, he had to learn everything else on his own. For a time, he's been able to, but in the past several years he's gotten used to indulging himself with money and charm instead of the more old-fashioned ways.]
Have a seat. Let's see if I still got it.
[Despite his uncertainty, he acts confident and grins regardless as he arranges some of the logs and sticks he's found, trying to keep them as dry as possible. Twisted Fate frowns to himself at a splinter that stabs his palm, but it's more of an annoyance than anything else.]
And whose company do I have the pleasure of being in today?
[ the name comes as a surprise, even with the man's earlier comments, and she has to (barely) stifle a laugh. "twisted fate?" maybe it's no coincidence that they've met in a place like this, then. she can almost see the witch's smug grin now. ohoho, what did you expect? to be rescued from certain peril as you were, it must be the work of magic! only the golden witch herself could have done so, and she has sent her familiar to mock you, kiiihihihii!
but beatrice is dead, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and only sayo is left. she can't help but smile at the man's demeanor - he really does have the demeanor of a warlock, doesn't he? - and obey his words, dropping down and sweeping the dress underneath her as a makeshift towel. ]
I'm... Sayo. [ she could give any number of names here - but what good would it do? and besides, even if her confessions are found, she resigned herself to her fate when she spun the roulette. she has nothing to lose. ] My name is Sayo Yasuda.
[ she watches as he puts the fire together. this would be so easy if beatrice were here, wouldn't it...? a snap of her fingers, a stray thought, and a golden pyre would rise over everything. but his technique, human though it is, is good enough - they shouldn't be cold for too much longer. ]
Sayo. [It sounds vaguely Ionian, but he remembers: he's in another world now, so to remark upon such a thing would be pointless. Where she's from is irrelevant right now, and unfortunately so are his origins. He has no magic to speak of, and he's just another man who has quick hands and his wits.
So instead, he says:] That's a lovely name. Pleasure's all mine.
[At her question, he allows a wry chuckle as he works. A dagger against a flint, trying earn himself that spark that'll give them warmth.] Sometime ago, I used t'do it frequently, actually. Before I could afford better.
Suppose I can't afford much now, though. What about you, little lady? You don't look the campin' type. [And he's allowing himself plenty of room for error on that remark. People are not always what they seem.]
[ she flashes a small smile at his words - if only because a compliment is a compliment, whether offered sincerely or not, right? - before frowning. after all, she doesn't particularly want to describe herself right now. doing so either relies on a lie or lets this person know the kind of waste she really is. ]
Ah... [ he's only asking about her experience with this sort of thing, right? so there's no need to go too far in depth. just pick and choose the parts you want to be truth, and... ] I worked as a servant for a wealthy family, before I washed up here. I'm... not fully experienced with outdoorsmanship like this, but I least know the basics.
[ it's all true - just how much it leaves out is irrelevant, right? ]
[Words without details. That's a game he's played before, and he catches on quickly enough. Sayo owes him no further explanation, but he's aware of the limited truth as well.]
Must be quite the switch up for you, then. [An easy laugh slips from him.] 'Fraid that this is as far as cozy as it gets, Sayo.
In any case, I suppose I could show you a thing or two if y'need. [He sees no reason why not. Thus far, Sayo hasn't given him any reason to refuse assistance of any kind.
Briefly, he allows himself to be distracted as the right sparks finally light up the dry leaves he's arranged. Patiently, Twisted Fate blows air onto the leaves, encouraging life into the fire. It'll take plenty of tending to, but at least they have some warmth now.]
[ she chuckles back a bit with him, trying to ignore the familiarity in using her name. he certainly doesn't look japanese, after all - despite his apparent fluency. maybe it's magic? or maybe... it's just not worth thinking about right now. ]
...if you wish. [ the sparks flare, and suddenly her body remembers warmth. she can't stop the shiver that hits her - her dress is soaked, after all. how long has she been chilled to the bone...? she scoots in after a moment's hesitation, taking what heat she can get. ] There's a village nearby, isn't there? Why hide away out here?
[ she doesn't offer comment on why she's come out this far. truth be told, she's not even all that curious as to his reasoning. whether he's a woodsman or a convict makes no difference; indeed, perhaps a criminal would be easier to talk with. ]
It's up to you. Knowin' how to make a fire can be generally helpful.
[He has no need to teach her, but he can. In any case, making a positive relationship with a stranger could be helpful in the future.]
Heh, what a fine question. [Twisted Fate grins sharp and carefully watches the fire. If he didn't know better, he'd say that was almost a perceptive question, but he supposes that it's fair to ask. Why would a wet, cold man be away from the village?] I don't know these people. Suppose it's just overly cautious of yours truly, but I'm gonna take my time before I know for sure I can trust the people in there.
[That's a fraction of the truth, but it sounds pretty to say.]
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[ the question slips out before she even has time to think about it. she shakes her head, trying to distance herself from that sense of curiosity. she's not fit to talk with someone like this as an equal... is she?
what is there to stop her? all the others must be dead, save for battler. and if this tainted family has been wiped off the board, if the evidence of their sins is truly gone...
she doesn't deserve happiness - she knows that much. countless sins over countless fragments guarantee that. she's not even sure she deserves a clean death at this point. but maybe she can pretend at it, make-believe that this is a chance at redemption, for just a little while. ]
...mm. It's more than I deserve, but I won't stop you.
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[That's a bit of a depressing response, isn't it. He's vaguely curious, but it's hardly appropriate to get around to prying questions and he does legitimately have better things to be doing right now.
Like trying to make a fire.
He remembers as a boy trying to figure out how to make one. On the river, he didn't have to worry about it, and was cared for, but after the exile, he had to learn everything else on his own. For a time, he's been able to, but in the past several years he's gotten used to indulging himself with money and charm instead of the more old-fashioned ways.]
Have a seat. Let's see if I still got it.
[Despite his uncertainty, he acts confident and grins regardless as he arranges some of the logs and sticks he's found, trying to keep them as dry as possible. Twisted Fate frowns to himself at a splinter that stabs his palm, but it's more of an annoyance than anything else.]
And whose company do I have the pleasure of being in today?
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but beatrice is dead, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and only sayo is left. she can't help but smile at the man's demeanor - he really does have the demeanor of a warlock, doesn't he? - and obey his words, dropping down and sweeping the dress underneath her as a makeshift towel. ]
I'm... Sayo. [ she could give any number of names here - but what good would it do? and besides, even if her confessions are found, she resigned herself to her fate when she spun the roulette. she has nothing to lose. ] My name is Sayo Yasuda.
[ she watches as he puts the fire together. this would be so easy if beatrice were here, wouldn't it...? a snap of her fingers, a stray thought, and a golden pyre would rise over everything. but his technique, human though it is, is good enough - they shouldn't be cold for too much longer. ]
...you've done this before?
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So instead, he says:] That's a lovely name. Pleasure's all mine.
[At her question, he allows a wry chuckle as he works. A dagger against a flint, trying earn himself that spark that'll give them warmth.] Sometime ago, I used t'do it frequently, actually. Before I could afford better.
Suppose I can't afford much now, though. What about you, little lady? You don't look the campin' type. [And he's allowing himself plenty of room for error on that remark. People are not always what they seem.]
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Ah... [ he's only asking about her experience with this sort of thing, right? so there's no need to go too far in depth. just pick and choose the parts you want to be truth, and... ] I worked as a servant for a wealthy family, before I washed up here. I'm... not fully experienced with outdoorsmanship like this, but I least know the basics.
[ it's all true - just how much it leaves out is irrelevant, right? ]
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Must be quite the switch up for you, then. [An easy laugh slips from him.] 'Fraid that this is as far as cozy as it gets, Sayo.
In any case, I suppose I could show you a thing or two if y'need. [He sees no reason why not. Thus far, Sayo hasn't given him any reason to refuse assistance of any kind.
Briefly, he allows himself to be distracted as the right sparks finally light up the dry leaves he's arranged. Patiently, Twisted Fate blows air onto the leaves, encouraging life into the fire. It'll take plenty of tending to, but at least they have some warmth now.]
That's more like it, eh?
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[ she chuckles back a bit with him, trying to ignore the familiarity in using her name. he certainly doesn't look japanese, after all - despite his apparent fluency. maybe it's magic? or maybe... it's just not worth thinking about right now. ]
...if you wish. [ the sparks flare, and suddenly her body remembers warmth. she can't stop the shiver that hits her - her dress is soaked, after all. how long has she been chilled to the bone...? she scoots in after a moment's hesitation, taking what heat she can get. ] There's a village nearby, isn't there? Why hide away out here?
[ she doesn't offer comment on why she's come out this far. truth be told, she's not even all that curious as to his reasoning. whether he's a woodsman or a convict makes no difference; indeed, perhaps a criminal would be easier to talk with. ]
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[He has no need to teach her, but he can. In any case, making a positive relationship with a stranger could be helpful in the future.]
Heh, what a fine question. [Twisted Fate grins sharp and carefully watches the fire. If he didn't know better, he'd say that was almost a perceptive question, but he supposes that it's fair to ask. Why would a wet, cold man be away from the village?] I don't know these people. Suppose it's just overly cautious of yours truly, but I'm gonna take my time before I know for sure I can trust the people in there.
[That's a fraction of the truth, but it sounds pretty to say.]