TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

Welcome to the Ryslig Test Drive Meme! Below are a few prompts to get you started, but you may make up any prompt you desire! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

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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Re: Junkrat | Overwatch (2)

[pachimari]

[The sound of voices just barely tickles his ears, but at least it's a sign he's getting closer to help. Hopefully it's help and not a bunch of savage freaks that'll use his tattooed skin as a tapestry. Ugh. Gives him the creeps. Not that he's any better, being a murderer and criminal and all... He ain't no freak serial killer though.]

[Roadhog suddenly freezes up when he hears a familiar burst of giggling in the distance. He nearly bristles as he feels a nervous sweat trickling down his neck. Maybe he's finally starting to lose his damn mind.]

Couldn't be..

[The enormous junker listens closely, ears catching the uneven thuds of a limping man... but also shouts of multiple, angry individuals. They're running together-- possibly a mob? Ugh. For fuck's sake, Jamie, what did you do this time ?? Hopefully it isn't a predicament too complicate and perhaps these infuriated or confused island folk can be reasoned with. Quickly, he lifts his mask, holds both hands at the side of his mouth so that his already thunderous voice could be amplified when he shouts:]

JAMISON!!!!

[explodey]

[He knows that voice! He's been roared at a countless number of times, and this ain't any different. He nearly trips as he promptly veers in the direction of the sound, and sure enough, there he is! That fat, glorious bastard, looking no worse for wear. Junkrat practically lunges at the big guy, more than happy to dive behind him for protection. Of course, he peeks out again immediately, wanting to watch the ensuing chaos. The freaks behind him don't seem to understand what to make of dear old Hoggy, considering his size and girth. In fact, most of 'em turn tail and flee after stumbling all over themselves!]

Ha ha ha, that's right! Get outta here! [He crows and laughs, practically jittering with his mirth. Junkrat spins around, grinning sharply at the man.] Where the hell have you been?! 'Bout time you showed up! Oi-- [He dropped into a whisper, his eyes shiftily roaming around to make sure they were alone.] Between you and me, these blokes are weird. All friendly and shit...

[He shuddered--and then staggered, his fake leg wobbling underneath him as it threatened to give out.] Christ, this piece of junk--you haven't seen my real limbs, huh??

[pachimari]

[Always hiding behind Roadhog instead of facing your problems, eh, Junkrat?]

[His vermin-like friend tucks himself behind his back, starting to caw and hiss and the group of people who seemed to have been chasing him. They don't look sooty or injured, so Junkrat didn't harm them. Probably said something stupid as usual. Hopefully these aren't the only people on the island... because if anyone hurts Junkrat or dares to start shit with Roadhog.. There's gonna be a lot of misery and pain from dear old Roadhog.]

[Luckily, he won't have to do much to scare the rest of them off. It's always been that easy and that's how Roadhog likes it. Now his attention is on his partner, who he grumbles at for fucking trying to scold him. AS IF HE PURPOSELY JUST.. washed up here... fuckin'. Oughta rip off that yap of his..]

Hnnn?

[Friendly?? Ugh.. THAT'S A GOOD THING!! His brow furrows at that and shakes his head. Such a disapproving growl hums in his throat.]

We need some kind of help here, you dumbass. We don't even know where we are... [He stares at the makeshift leg.] Or what happened to all of our crap. .. [He stays silent for a moment, thinking.]

Where'd you find these friendly people?

[explodey]

Sure we do! Ryslig, whatever the fuck that means! [He waves a hand, supremely unconcerned.... at least until Roadhog mentions their stuff. His eyes get squinty, and his tongue pokes out between his teeth as he thinks.] Someone in there probably nicked it, yeah? Maybe thought we were dead. They're gonna have another thing comin' to 'em, mate...

[He's jerked out of his thoughts by the question, jerking his stump of an arm back the way he came.] There. Tryin' to shove all sorts of stuff down me fuckin' craw. [Snorts, but he seems more amicable to the idea now. With Roadhog there, maybe they can scare most of them off!]

Oi. They were offerin' free food and everything. You can try it first. If ya don't die, then we'll know it's good! [Giggles so sharply, but he's not kidding, whoops.]

[pachimari]

Hmmnh.
[It does seem logical, locals stealing their things and stuffing sand into their mouths so that they suffocate before waking up. Looks like the idea didn't work, obviously-- killing them anyways. He's set on getting their stuff back if it was taken.. but.. Wasn't sure he saw any footprints around either.]

Our stuff coulda gotten lost while we were in the ocean. ..However the hell that happened. [That doesn't sound pleasant. If anyone's gonna shove something in his mouth, it had better be food-- or someone's gonna get a broken neck. Roadhog puffs a jet of steam from his nostrils, which will leave the pig mask nostrils as well. It's his job to get rid of threats and he isn't afraid to do it. Would really enjoy a fight right now if he wasn't practically dying of hunger and thirst.]

........Fine. If it ends up being safe, I'm not sharing. [He can't help but smirk under that mask. S'what you're gonna get for being such a little shit, Junkrat.]

[explodey]

We weren't in the bloody ocean. [Junkrat waves a hand impatiently, ignoring the fact that they're soaking wet.] I'd have drowned. [His limbs would have dragged him down, and unlike fatty over there, he ain't made for floating! Really, he'd just never learned how to swim.]

You sure as hell better be sharin'. [He snorts, not even a little worried.] ....You better be. ....Hog? [Squints at him, because now he's not so sure.] Well, whatever. C'mon. The sooner you get your ass movin', the sooner we can eat!

[Right, because Hog's been the one holding them up.]

[pachimari]

[Yeah, all right, Jamison.]

So why the fuck are we soaked then? You woke up on the beach too, didn't you? [Truly, Junkrat would have sunk like a rock if he was tossed into the waters... Maybe something caught a whiff of him and decided to shove him up onto the beach, hehheh.]

.......[Hog grins behind his mask but says nothing just to fuck with the grouchy little shit.] ...Ugh, all right, all right-- Do you ever shut up? [Snatches up the lanky man and throws him over his shoulder before he starts to walk in the direction of civilization.]

[explodey]

Maybe someone came along and had a right royal piss, eh? [HE DOESN'T KNOW, OKAY, STOP QUESTIONING HIM. The lack of confirmation about the food situation has him twitching anxiously, but fortunately, he's distracted with Hog's compliance.]

What? Me? I'm as quiet as a mouse! Don't know what you're talking about! [He lets out a whoop as he's scooped up, grinning widely.] Outta see what scrap we can get outta these drongos! Don't feel right, not makin' anything explode...

[He's already feeling like it's been way, way too long since he's seen something go up in flames.]

[pachimari]

Then we'd smell like piss. If you smelled like piss, I wouldn't be carrying your ass. ..and you smell bad enough anyways. [Of all the things that could go through this man's head. He's practically a genius making all kinds of bombs and weapons, but for fuck's sake.. Junkrat can be such a blockhead-- Roadhog thinks, anyways.]

..............................................If you were quiet, we wouldn't be having this conversation, would we? Tch. [....Okay, that's not a bad idea.] Let's take what we can get first, food, scrap, whatever, and THEN blow them to hell.

[explodey]

....Yeah, alright! [That's a fair point. The smelling like piss part.] Oi, I smell just fine! Like you're one to talk. I've been stuck with you in the Outback long enough to know that you could bloody take out a horse once you start sweatin'... [His laughter is an obnoxious peal that echoes across the beach, but Junkrat doesn't seem to realize how loud he is.]

Sounds like a plan, mate. Guess you are good for somethin' every once in a while!

[pachimari]

.....................................

[Roadhog suddenly grabs the man once more and drops him to the side of him. WON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD TO THE SCRAWNY BASTARD. Unappreciative little shit.. The large junker proceeds to mutter under his breath.]

[explodey]

[There's a strangled shout as his world suddenly pitches, and Junkrat twists--only to land face first in the sand yet again. Mutters a few vehement curses, pushing himself up so he can spit sand out of his mouth for the second time.]

Real funny, ya pig-faced cock. Lemme up. [Probably starts smacking his amputated arm against Hog's leg...]

[pachimari]

[As much as he doesn't want to turn around, he's feeling quite sassy at the moment.] Yeah, sure. Lemme getcha my "helping hand".

[Roadhog then gives Junkrat a strong middle finger.]

[explodey]

[...]

[explodey]

I like it better when you don't bloody talk, ya heifer. [Smacks at his leg a little harder, even if it just makes his own arm sting.] Get me offa the damn ground!

[pachimari]

[What the hell are those? Baby taps? HAHA!!]

Then don't talk smack about your fuckin' bodyguard.

[AGAIN, he hoists the man up from the sand and drapes him over his shoulder.] ....
[The sound of voices, busy murmur seems to be getting closer. Hopefully this is the place Junkrat had just been to.]

[explodey]

[Gdi, he'll shove a grenade up your arse. BABY TAPS INDEED. Before he can say something appropriately scathing in response, he perks up at the sound of voices, looking more than a little wary. Sure enough, it's some of the folks they met before... and they're just starin' at Roadie like he's some sort of monster. Heh! Not an uncommon reaction, really.]

G'day! Someone was goin' on about free food earlier! You make good on that, and maybe me and my large friend here can be persuaded to keep you in our good graces!

[He may jerk back a little with surprise as several villagers immediately leap at the chance, shouting over one another with what they have to offer. Junkrat gives his partner a quizzical look.] See? They're bloody nuts!

[pachimari]

[He'd like to see you try.]

[The looks the shorter folk give Roadhog are expected. He's large and his mask removes all human identity, really. But. Damn, he wouldn't expect them to rush to get him fed! He could see why Junkrat was uneasy about it earlier.]

That is fuckin' weird..[When has ANYONE shown them hospitality? Roadhog certainly won't turn anything down, but will have to be careful about showing his face.]

[explodey]

Your lead, mate. [Junkrat sounds wary now, his fingers twitching slightly. He doesn't like this still. Maybe it's a trap? They do have a pretty sizable bounty on their heads.... but with Hog here, he feels like the odds are stacked in his favor. Shit goes south, and they can just bash their brains in before making one of their infamous getaways.]

[pachimari]

[It'll take him a good moment of thought before he finally takes something from one of the townsfolk, lifting his mask so he can shove whatever food into his mouth.]

[He chews silently, stills for a couple of seconds, SEEMS LIKE MAYBE SOMETHING IS WRONG, but he's just shocked by how good it tastes. ...Soon enough, he'll take what he can and stuff his face. Oh, hell, he needed this.]