TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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SCENARIO ONE

You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched with your mouth full of sand. The salt water causes various cuts and scrapes on your skin to sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. There are lights in the distance but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not, you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.

SCENARIO TWO

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 THREE

"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien. Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines. Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.

SCENARIO FOUR

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.

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Roadhog | Overwatch

[pachimari]

SCENARIO ONE

[As he shifts and comes to from slumber, Roadhog realizes he’s absolutely soaked and his mouth is full of grainy, damp earth. His first thought is that his partner, Junkrat, had pulled another “humorous” joke on him. He groans while trying to push himself up from the sandy ground, opening small wounds all over his body that seem to sting. Sting? When the hell did a cut ever bother his tough hide? After spitting out the majority of the sand, Roadhog starts to notice the awful pain from the headache as he sits up, the dryness of his mouth and throat. Hang on, why the fuck was he on a beach? Roadhog swears he and Junkrat were at least on the road and nowhere near a body of water. They took a quick snooze off to a shady motel as usual, right?? Or were they in the middle of a heist.. dammit.. The big man tries his best to remember, growling low as he scratches at his whiskered chin.]

Wait..

[He could touch his face?? Hell, he spit out sand just a second ago! His mask! Where the hell is his mask?? The enormous junker slightly panics, starting to wheeze anxiously—but- ah-
There it is, laying a few feet away from him. Those big paws reach for it, bring it to his face and strap it on securely. Once he can take a few heavy breaths through the mask, he’ll feel calm again.]

…

[Seems his partner isn’t around. It’s too quiet and Junkrat would be chatting up a storm by now. The jackass probably scurried off somewhere—Well-- unless he drowned. …. Roadhog hopes that isn’t the case. The sight of lights in the distance seem promising. If anything, he could ask someone if they’ve seen the little bastard, get water and food in his system… Yeah. That sounds good. He then rises carefully, with heavy grunts and snorts, and starts off in the direction of the lights.
However, something in the corner of his eye catches his attention.]

[explodey]

[He'd been crawling on this damn beach for what felt like forever now, and he was sick of it. In truth, it hadn't been long at all, but the slow, slogging pace was driving him mad. He'd gone still as soon as he heard the sound of something large moving close, knowing damn well he was a sitting duck if it was some bounty hunter or cop comin' to claim their prize...]

...Oi! OI!! Ya pig-faced shit! [It was hard to do much more than sit up and wave both arms furiously in Hog's direction, writhing around like an idiot in the sand.] Where the hell have you been?! And where the hell are we?? Ah, who cares! Help me up, yeah? No idea where my bloody limbs went--

[Did you miss the nonstop-chatter, Roadhog? Did you?]

[pachimari]

[EUGH. WELL, THE SILENCE WAS PLEASANT WHILE IT LASTED.]

[Roadhog lifts a hand to half-heartedly wave at the lankier junker, considering passing him by so the seabirds can pick off of him later. How tempting. Unfortunately, Roadhog can't bring himself to do so. He lumbers over to the wriggling little worm that is his partner in crime and boss, and stares him down with narrowed eyes. Not that his expression could be seen behind his pig mask.]

.....

[Momentarily, he scans the area again and shrugs. How the hell should he know where they are? ...Hm. Yeah, Rat's limbs are missing. That's odd. In any case, the beast of a man reaches down with a rough growl and seizes Junkrat, pulling him up before setting him on a shoulder.]

[explodey]

Yeah, right. Like you have any bloody clue. --oi, easy on the merchandise! [He smacks at that big hand, but he'll easy get comfortable on his new perch. Better than trying and failing to walk, at any rate.]

So. That place. [He jerks his chin roughly towards the lights, his eyes bright with interest.] Think they got stuff worth stealing? --Oi, where's your gun?! [Both of them were without weapons? Junkrat groaned audibly, throwing himself backwards as if to flop over--only to screech and flail for balance before he fell right off of Hog and smacked into the sand again.]

[With a huff, he sat up and shook himself, spraying sand every which way.] Ugh. This is the worst.

[pachimari]

[His gaze briefly goes towards the lights in the distance once more, and his shoulders move upwards as another shrug.] Maybe. [He snorts, his apathy prominent as usual. Again, he gives another shrug because he washed up on shore with just his mask, his clothes, and nothing more.]

...

[Roadhog will casually look back over his shoulder to see Junkrat flop right back onto the sand. He sighs tiredly before scooping up the bastard again, holding him in one arm at his side.] Yeah. It's weird.

[explodey]

[He writhes a little when he's scooped up again, but will eventually allow himself to go limp. No point in fightin' it. Roadhog's not about to let him go, and he's not feelin' feisty enough to get free.] What the hell happened, anyway? Thought we were on the road! You knock me out or somethin'?

[It wouldn't be the first time. It's not gonna be the last.]

[pachimari]

Fuck if I know. [He rubs the back of his own neck as he tries to remember the last place they were. It's all blurred and broken.] Even if I did knock you out, how the hell would we have ended up in the ocean? ...

[Roadhog swears they weren't even close to water.. if anything, the land was dry and hot. ...Wasn't it? Ugh. This frustrates him, so he chews on his lower lip with a lengthy grumble.]

[explodey]

....You've always been a shit driver. Maybe you fell asleep and ran us straight into a teleporter, eh? [He snickers, leering at his larger partner for a moment.]

C'mon, c'mon. We'll figure it out later, yeah? Let's get to those lights! [He'll gesture dramatically at them, as if he's the one that discovered them.]

[pachimari]

The fuck did you just say??? [A large hand swiftly grabs the man's throat, threatening to squeeze and pop that little head right off.]

My driving is just FINE. [Such a wrathful, rough growl sounds from him, but... Roadhog will remind himself that killing his partner won't solve anything. It's FINE. IT'S COOL. So, his hand releases Junkrat's throat after a moment and he'll start towards those lights.]

Mmmh. [Whoever or whatever put sand in Junkrat's mouth had the right idea, heh.]

[explodey]

Gckkkk-- [He writhes and paws ineffectively at the enormous hand threatening to crush him, his eyes bugging out for a moment. Fortunately, it doesn't seem like Roadhog intends on killing him today. Junkrat wheezes roughly when he's released, coughing and hacking as he eyes his partner with a squint.]

Right, right. Forget how sensitive you are, for bein' a big cunt. [He still doesn't really know when to shut up. Especially when he's having to depend on the guy for protection. And, at the moment, transportation.]

[pachimari]

One more crack and I crack your fucking skull, Jamison. Got it?? [The big man ends the threat with a heavy sigh, fingers writhing with impatience as he does his best to shove that boiling anger down. Doesn't need to cause any more problems, but.... it'd be so easy to snap that feeble little neck.]

[The lights are getting closer and closer, but they still seem so far away.] Hmn. Hope it's a nice town-- and you better watch your damn mouth. We don't have any weapons and I can only crush so many people at a time..

[explodey]

You got it, mate. [He's grinning, but one look at Hog's body language has him biting his tongue. At least for now. He knows how far he can go, and right now, the big guy doesn't look like he's kidding.]

Who bloody cares if it's nice or not? [Oh. That's why.] Psh. If they're civvies, they won't know what hit 'em! I'll have you know that I am good with people!

[Sure he is.]

[pachimari]

Hmnh. [He grunts in return, keeping his eyes on the ragged path. Something isn't right about this place-- just seems really off. Makes his skin crawl.]

You don't want it to end up being the ONLY TOWN here, though. I don't wanna take out the only people here.. Hmmn. [He pauses for a moment, sniffing the air, stays quiet to take in all of the sounds... and then starts to walk again. Has to snort and cackle at that last bit of word from his partner.] If you're good with people, then I've got weak hands. ..and I don't. So. Yeah.

[explodey]

[That makes him cackle so loudly in turn, pitching backwards even as he thumps his good foot against Hog's shoulder.] Weak hands! Oi, you're a riot. But seriously, what do you bloody care if you kill off everyone? If they've got stuff worth having and they can't defend it, ain't our problem!

[pachimari]

...........

Don'tcha think it'd be a good idea to maybe find out where MORE stuff may be? More towns if they have more? Y'know so we aren't just STRANDED or wandering around like a bunch of morons. [He rolls his shoulders and grumbles.] Ask questions, take what we want, and THEN wreck shit up??

[explodey]

Why wouldn't they have more towns? Honestly, Roadie, you're actin' like this is the end of the world! Relax! We'll make a good time out of it, yeah?

[Slaps the big guy's shoulder affectionately. They've got nothin' to worry about!]

[pachimari]

[Perhaps he is overthinking all of this? ...Since when does Junkrat sense something wrong in a situation? Rarely. But. It's good to relax for now. Roadhog is always alert and cautious, but can still stay calm and focus on other things.]

Yeah... yeah. Hmn. Hope so.

[explodey]

When I'm right, you can thank me later. [They've been in worse situations than this before! Besides, what place doesn't have some sort of weapon they can steal or craft?]

[pachimari]

[It's so occasional when Junkrat is right... but somehow it all still doesn't sit well with him. Whatever. They'll make do of the situation as they always do..right???...]

[Right.]

[After a copious amount of walking, Roadhog now sees the lights passing them. Street lights?]