JANUARY TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE

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!
• 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.

Comments

[peccatore]

[Maybe the guy's just shy. Sure. Marco will keep telling himself that.

It's fine, either way. He just has to be patient.]

Yes. The public pools. Might feel a bit better than... [He just kind of... points at the barrel. Goodness, that doesn't even look comfortable.] Did you just... get that? The water thing?

[terribibble]

['Shy' is the understatement of the year.]

Yes, the gills grew in just a little bit ago. Then my lungs forgot what they were supposed to be doin' and the barrel was closest.

[They still look a little raw around the edges even, new and pink. Unconsciously he reaches up and puts his hand over the gills on that side of his neck, then does a little startled half-jump when they flap against his palm. The sensation is so alien and now it's a permanent part of him and ugh why. He pulls the hand back as though it was burned. Clears his throat. Still doesn't look up.]

Pools sound much more agreeable, mister --?

[A name might help him get around the whole fleshcoat business. Make this guy more about who he is as a person and less about who he is as a guy with a fleshcoat.]

[peccatore]

[Hmm. It hits Marco that maybe he's lucky he somehow never had trouble with his lungs.

Even if this guy isn't looking at him, he still smiles - and he still holds out a hand in greeting.]

Marco! Marco Evangelisti. You know, if you want, you can just, ah, get into the barrel, and I'll carry you! If you think that might help.

[There is nothing indicating that Marco is anything less than 100% serious right now.]

[terribibble]

[It takes him a second to notice that hand but once he does he extends his own and takes hold of it almost without thinking. His handshake leaves a lot to be desired but it's the thought that counts, particularly because he finally, finally looks up at Marco's face. Okay. Person. Not a monster. Not something that needs to be erased. Person.]

Fiddleford McGucket.

[Very good. Nice and friendly-like.]

That's kind of you to offer, Marco, but I wouldn't want to be a bother.

[Also he knows he's kind of skinny but his weight combined with all that water would have to be several hundred pounds... Mermen aren't exactly known for their strength, are they?]

So long as we trot along quick I can probably get where we're goin' just fine.

[peccatore]

[There. The handshake and the charming name both get a big, big smile out of Marco.

... Who, perhaps thanks to his eagerness to help, wasn't taking into account details as inconsequential as weight. If it weren't Fiddleford's refusal, in fact, he'd be trying to pick up the barrel right now.]

Well, if you say so! Do you need a hand, though? You can hold on to me if you'd like!

[HE'S SO EAGER, MCGUCKET.]

[terribibble]

[He really is, goodness gracious. Maybe that's part of why Fiddleford is inclined to trust him. No one this absurdly friendly could possibly want to drag him somewhere to murder and eat him. Right?

Right.]

That'd be a great help, if you don't mind gettin' a little wet. I'd like to think I can trust these lungs to keep doin' their job but who knows.

[peccatore]

[Marco laughs.] Of course I don't mind! I'm a merman, after all.

[He proceeds to outstretch his arm and beckon Fiddleford closer. Hold on to the squid in shining armor, new friend.]

[terribibble]

[It says a lot about exactly how much Fiddleford wants to believe the best in people that he willingly grabs onto that arm.]

Pardon me for sayin' so but you don't look much like any fish I've ever seen.

[He's an engineer, not a marine biologist.]

[peccatore]

[He gives him an encouraging smile and begins heading on over to the pools.]

Hmm? Well, I guess not. Merpeople seem to come in a lot of shapes, though. You can't really tell just by looking at me out of water, but I have, ah, tentacles. So I suppose I'm some kind of octopus... with webbing?

[Marco shrugs.

It's probably for the best he's never seen a vampire squid in his life.]