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rysligmods) wrote in graveyardsmash2016-01-13 12:29 am
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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!
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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.
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[Precisely, and unashamed, alight with the idea of it, the triumphant return. But -]
But the meat was so good, and -
[A twist of unhappiness, for the first time. Meat, blood - he sounds like Jack. The dance-frenzy was all well and good when it brought everyone along, but Roger didn't want to be like Jack, out of control, careening, weak for it.]
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[She has no judgment for his sadism. Quite the opposite; she understands the desire for it intimately, and would frankly have encouraged it if he'd said no.]
You've got your priorities right. Causing pain is taking power. And the more afraid of you they are while you're changing, the safer you'll be.
You want control, right? [She can see it.]
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[He pushes himself into sitting up, even though he's tired. It's an old impulse from the time before the island, from school and church and neatness, when attentiveness and posture were signs of respect. He doesn't realize he's doing it, because it feels so different when it's genuine. She understands.]
Tonight was my first change.
[Hence why he hasn't fed often already.]
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You should eat tomorrow, then. And the day after that. Eat every day you can.
Double bonus - you'll be full and alert, plus you'll get lots of practice in.
[The gash of her mouth is savage, too. Kindred spirits.]
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[It was an intention; now it's something more, a promise, an aspiration. Roger is experiencing actual respect for another person for the first time in his horrid gremlin life.]
I'm Roger.
[His hand is still a little bloody, and damp where he's been licking at it, and he's not sure if her smoky edges would grasp him back at all, if he offered it to shake, so he doesn't, but his tone is the same as if he had, a crisp British sensibility, of neither quite propriety nor supplication, so much as hopeful sociability. It's a tone he's very rarely used, not as a quiet, furtive child before the island, and no introductions were necessary once he came into his own there. But he employs it now, wants very badly for her to continue to smile at him, to tell him more about how to be monstrous and controlled at once.]
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[But her jagged smile does widen, all needle-teeth. She likes him. She likes the sharp sensibility of him. She likes his ferocity, his uncompromising desire for violence. She likes the fact that he isn't fucking whining.]
[Her eyes flash, mismatched as they are, and she nods, acknowledging.]
I'm Lila Zacharov. I haven't been here for long, but I know a lot of people will tell you to try to stay as human as you can. As moral. Don't. Be exactly what you want to be. Okay?
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Humans aren't moral anyway. Not even grown-ups. They like to pretend, but they have wars all the time.
[Poor show, the navy officer who found them had said. I'd have expected better from British boys. As though they weren't on the island in the first place because grown-ups got to fight as much as much as they wanted, as though they weren't burning the whole world down. It's stupid, how much they all like to pretend.]
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[Either way, the tendrils on her back drape over her shoulders like furs, a covert sign of approval, and she flexes her claws again, like she's practicing.]
Big wars and little wars. Everything is a fight for superiority, for survival.
You're perceptive. [Her voice is warm and rich and pleased.]
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He likes that way of thinking about it.]
I didn't see it for a long time. And then I did all at once. And it's all been so clear since.
[It felt like a long time to a ten year old, anyway.]
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[Her light-filled glance shifts down then, to the side, like she's looking somewhere else. The truth of the matter is that these kinds of conversations, although they happen pretty damn rarely, make her miss home. Miss her dad especially. He would like this boy, she thinks, would see the potential in him, and the thought that he might see more potential in him than her makes her ache.]
I guess I was lucky. It's something I was taught from little. Fairy tales with morals: sometimes you have to step on the other guy to get where you need to go. And I got to see it in action, too. So it was never a mystery to me.