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TEST DRIVE : MAY 2016 EDITIOIN
- 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 MAY 20ST 12:01AM EST.
- There is an Enable Me / App this Plz to see what some people are offering or would love to play.
- 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, and already SOME 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."
Then there's the people who aren't happy to see you at all. Glares and silent, judging stares if you're lucky. Torches and pitchforks attempting to drive you out of the town if you're not. You may need a friend to help you.
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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Four months--
[Christ, and Polnareff glances over at Giorno, his mouth a tight line.]
Tell me what's been happening. Or--
[No, wait.]
Tell me something good. Four months, there has to have been at least one good thing that happened here. Besides me arriving, I mean.
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[This is what it's like to feel safe.]
Oh, but you're the best thing, êtes-vous pas? Mmm . . .
[His fingers twist in his lap, his lips tugging into a smirk at the corner.]
There was a boy who thought he could intimidate me. So I broke his nose, and I think that made us friends. He's growing flowers now.
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Of course it did-- isn't that how you always make friends? Make sure they know you're in charge and then lead them into victory. When do I get to meet this friend-- is he one of the ones I'm supposed to check out?
[Beatrice, Eikichi, Togashi, Diego Brando.]
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[He practically shimmers with innocence. It had made him so happy, seeing Togashi and his flowers, one tiny pretty thing in the midst of monstrosity. What a ridiculous person, to not see that for himself; but then Giorno's always been fond of ridiculousness.]
Togashi. He's trustworthy. A little . . . mm, unworldly?
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[Good. Good that he's found a friend; that the friend seems like someone Giorno can be relaxed around. Not entirely, of course, but-- even a little helps.]
Don't bully him into growing roses if he doesn't want to, now.
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[He doesn't understand the problem here. Polnareff what the heck.]
He was growing sakura blossoms.
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[Whatever those are-- he knows roses and daisies, okay, that's about the limit of his flower-knowledge.]
You're not his don, you know, you can't say grow roses because they're pretty and I want it.
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[Whether it's done is another matter, obviously, but like. Give him what he wants? This is not hard.]
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[It's funny, how they'll fall into this role. There are times when he doesn't question Giovanna, when he'll say something and it might not make sense, but Polnareff knows he's thought about it endlessly, so he just goes and does it. When it's Giovanna talking, his boss, his leader, clever and quick-thinking and endlessly inventive. Those times, Polnareff is the subordinate, and they both know it.
But other times-- like this, when it's Giorno, Giogio, sixteen and stubborn-- they'll fall into this role. He'll act more a father than a subordinate, and they both play their parts to the hilt.]
Besides, I thought you liked all kinds of flowers.
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[Just, you know, annoying and obnoxious and spoiled-seeming, but sometimes he forgets to care until it's too late. He makes a fussy little noise in his throat, twines his fingers together and sighs, so put-upon. So relieved. So safe.]
I like all kinds of flowers, but roses are best? So I want them. And he's too uptight anyway.
[This is, in Giorno's mind, a totally logical progression.]
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[But he squeezes Giorno's hand, grinning up at the sky as he does. There's something terribly reassuring about this song and dance being unchanged, even if everything else around them is.]
Ah, or would that not befit a don?
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[And his people take care of him. At least some of them do; he knows not all of them will, or should, because his job is to lead, not to be led. But that is why there is a consigliere, isn't there? A consigliere and some other people, but mostly . . .]
[And that reminds him, all of a sudden, and his latent fussiness awakens suddenly, and he turns to Polnareff with a look of great and intent seriousness.]
Polnareff!
[Polnareff.]
Are you hungry? Have you had anything to drink? You're not allowed to get dehydrated, let me get you something.
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Eating the food here didn't seem smartest.
[Not the meat, anyway. He'd definitely gratefully accepted all the bread and cheese they plied on him.]
Though we're going to have to-- actually. How much weight can you bear?
[Because, okay, they're going to have to get him off this bench sometime, right? And he can, actually, walk-- just not steadily or with any grace. So if he were to lean against Giorno, they could make their way back to wherever it is he's staying, and then eat, drink and be merry.]