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

[gitanes]

[It would work. Maybe sometime she'll offer him her hand; for now it's something she only gives people once they've properly earned it, and for the stupidest reason, too - her handshake is weak now, something she has to focus on, a vulnerability. She used to have a strong handshake, a politician's handshake, and now . . . and now.]

[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?

[unconchionable]

[He nods eagerly. And his mouth twists again at the news, something in between amusement and contempt.]

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.]

[gitanes]

[She respects so few people; it's so hard for her to respect anyone, but this boy, she can't quite help herself. There's not quite the spark of ambition in him that she'd like, but he's not blind like most people are, not as married to falseness as adults are. Maybe children just see things more clearly than adults do; maybe her own madness has allowed her to escape their blinders.]

[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.]

[unconchionable]

[The thing is - well, he doesn't know about the big wars. They've been told the Reds want to destroy them, and probably they do. Roger knows nobody had to die, on the island. There was enough fruit for everyone, more or less. But Jack was Jack, and Roger was Roger. Jack needed to be the chief, to feel the strongest, to hunt and win. And Roger - he's something the others had to survive. Or not.

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.]

[gitanes]

Yeah . . .

[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.