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JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

- 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!
- Ryslig's FAQ is located here, so please take a look if you have questions.
- The Reserve date is 01/29.
- Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
- Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 6 coins by replying to potential character threads! You cannot use this to go over the bonus 20 coins per month total, but you can use it 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: 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.
SCENARIO FOUR:The claws, the fangs, the pangs of hunger - horrible as they all are, it's manageable given enough time and perseverance. Local monster hunters, though, not so much.
Maybe it started with a few wayward glances on the outskirts of town, critical stares and disapproving whispers, or just the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Whatever it was, deserved or entirely unprovoked, you're being hunted: a handful of aggressive, well-armed humans doggedly chase your trail throughout city streets and out into the open, and if you're not careful (if you don't find help soon) you might wind up as the next trophy kill claim on one of those hunter's walls.
one; CIAPHAS CAIN, VERY FAST RUNER OF THE IMPERIUM
the good news is the gods don't seem to be doing much to anyone this time around. the bad news... well, the bad news has come in the form of the running man she's just locked eyes with. she stares in mute curiosity for a moment - who is this man? why is he running? he doesn't seem frightened - before she remembers just how strong her paralyzing-terror-gaze is and breaks eye contact. ]
I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I really wasn't thinking... [ well, at least he's not running anymore. she looks back to him, careful to keep her gaze focused on his chin or his forehead. ] Am I, um... interrupting something?
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[It's off-putting enough that she talks and dresses so normal. But when they made eye-contact...]
[He still has chills running down his spine as he coughs and plays it off. He tugs his coat straight. It's straight enough, but at least it's more dignified than cowering. Not that dignity is the important thing, here. Which is why he gives her an apologetic grin, and chuckles as if at his own reaction rather than to bury the terror where it belongs.]
Don't worry about it. I- thought I heard someone shouting over in this direction, and ran to check on them.
[Smooth save, Ciaphas.]
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Ah, really? I haven't heard anyone, but, um- that definitely happens with the new batches, sometimes. [ she ] I'm really sorry about the eye contact - I try to avoid it, but sometimes it just happens, you know?
[ her body language is oddly demure, for a six-foot-something undead deer with wings. her shoulders are drawn inward, trying to shrink herself down where she can, and if there were blood running through her she'd probably be blushing a bit. ]
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[He takes his hat off and runs his fingers through his hair, frowning. At least the subject gives him permission to look slightly more away. Not too far away, of course. Despite her posture reading like an embarrassed kid's, he half-expects her to lunge and try to knock his head off. Or worse.]
Seeing as I'm not where I'm supposed to be, in any sense of the word, would that make me part of this- "new batch"?
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Mm. This is the town of Vandare, on the Ryslig peninsula. You're... this probably doesn't sound possible, but you've been brought here by the Fog God. This sort of thing happens every two months - people show up on the peninsula, and...
[ she hesitates, brings a finger up to her lips, and stammers out- ] I- I'm really sorry if this is all overwhelming! I, um... I thought you might be from around here already. You looked a lot more used to this than most people, you know?
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[At least he manages to look calm and cool about it, despite the actual turmoil brewing beneath the surface.]
I can see why you'd think that; I take it as a compliment. This isn't my first brush with... [Cain gestures vaguely at Madoka.] People who don't quite meet my expectations. Comes with a century of service with the Imperial Guard. You meet a lot of xenos. [And kill scores more of them, but he sees more use and less of himself getting killed by being nice to her. So there's that.]
Really, if anything, I wouldn't have expected a god to pick me up and drop me off somewhere so... [He glances at their surroundings, and the people, and then he looks back at Madoka.] Pleasant.
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which is why she visibly hesitates before she says the next bit. ]
It's, um... I don't know if I'd really call it "pleasant..." [ how is she supposed to address the elephant in the room? he's clearly been around for a while - did he say a century? - so maybe the best thing to do is just get it all out now. ] This place, it- it has a lot of bad to it, too. All of the monsters you see, we- we were arrivals too, once. So...
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[Under the usual Imperial strategy, this place would be bombarded from space to cleanse it of this xenos taint. Not that Cain particularly wants that to happen while he's still on said planet, but he doesn't particularly want to be here in general, either.]
[Which, of course, means that he has to do everything he can to avoid this "taint," as he understands it in his own galaxy's terms.]
[Even despite his shock and creeping terror, he can sound concerned for her.]
What happened?
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[ she's considered asking - tikbalang, or even some of the followers in dyster. but that place... it scares her. it reminds her of some of the terrible things she's done. ]
About a month in, each new group of people changes into- well, um. Monsters. Like me, or the ones you've seen around. [ she hesitates - is this useful information? - before continuing. ] -I've actually, um- I'm actually from the first group to show up! Which means if you have any questions, I can probably do a lot to try and answer them.
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Are you saying- [As if merely doing the gesture will cause it to be true, Cain raises his finger and points to himself. His hand is trembling.]
I'm going to-...
[Despite everything, he can't quite seem to bring himself to finish that sentence.]
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Y... yes. Unless we figure out how to stop it before then, it'll happen to you too. [ and given how far they've come in a year and a half, she doesn't really think that's very likely. still, no sense in stomping down too hard here, right? ] And- and some people have figured out how to look human again! Even if it's not quite the same...
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[Maybe, in other circumstances, he wouldn't believe her. But it fit with everything so far. The scared looks, the relief of the folks who tended to him when he woke, the pamphlets he barely even glanced at...]
I think- I'm going to need a minute.
[He unceremoniously turns around, takes a half step, and throws up on his boots.]
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Are you okay? [ even without vision on her, it should be easy enough to hear her sudden anxiety - the way she shifts back and forth between her hooves, the odd and high noise at the back of her throat. ] Can I- do you need a bag?
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No- no.
[A tidy answer to both questions, but he makes an attempt to imply it more for the latter than the former with as airy a tone he can muster.]
[He digs out a handkerchief to clean up with, before he speaks again.]
I already feel better. [A lie, but at least he's managing to begin recomposing himself. All he wants to do is run away screaming, but here he is, still.] I just needed to unburden myself.
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If you're sure... [ and sure, there's a bit of doubt clear in that, but she's not going to press the issue. it wouldn't do very much good, after all. ] Do you... is there anything else you'd want to ask, so far? Or should I keep going?
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Let me ask you a question, first: even if you've been here for a while, how can you be alright with this?
You're- you were human.
[He speaks with weight and gravity. How could anyone turn their back on something so fundamental and important? Unless, of course, they prefer being a monster. But he's going to avoid being confrontational, especially until he has more information.]
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I don't really think whether or not I'm alright with it changes anything. [ somehow, she's still smiling between her closed lips - resignedly. ] We can't die, here. It's... we've tried. People just come back a few days later, missing things. Memories. Things we'd rather hold on to.
[ her words are hesitant. she hasn't talked about this, in the year and a half that she's been here. but... ]
If I can't even pick that as an option, then the most I can do is make do, right?
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[Anyone else from the Imperium would no doubt "try" the same way the moment they heard and believed the news. Cain, in all his cowardice, has little doubt he's one of the few who would hesitate long enough to make any other kind of decision.]
[Knowing it's moot is... helpful. Grim, but helpful.]
[He finally exhales.]
Right.
[A little softer. Sad, softer, warmer. It's so genuine that he's sure it's nothing more than commissarial reflex.] Right.
What's your name?
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it doesn't really change the fact that she'd rather not have to tell him all of this, either. ]
Madoka Kaname. You can call me Madoka, if you'd like. [ it's almost automatic by this point. normally she'd stay a bit more reserved, a bit more polite with someone of his age, but- well, formality doesn't really mean as much here, does it? they're all stuck here together. ] What should I call you?
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Ciaphas Cain. Commissar and servant of the Imperium of Mankind. Freshly retired after a hundred years of service— which, of course, means I instantly end up somewhere dangerous. [His mouth twitches into a slight smile.]
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[ she listens politely to his introduction, eyes steadily growing more and more surprised. this man seems... important. really important, even. no wonder he's keeping himself together - he must be some sort of military genius, right? ]
Are you really... have you really been doing that for a hundred years?
[ there's a sort of awe in her voice. she's barely sixteen, after all - just where does cain come from? ]
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[It doesn't even register that she might be in awe for any of the other implications of what's going on where he's from.]
It's a standard tour of duty for a Commissar. Not that most of us live long enough, thanks to the dangers of war, but I've been lucky to be surrounded by highly skilled troopers my entire career.