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graveyardsmash2016-09-08 10:56 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
1, night;
Shit. Bruises? Looking down, he was naked. No guns. No weapons. All he had was his clothes. Had he been attacked and thrown into the ocean to drift amongst the fishes? Had Mother Base been destroyed and he had survived the explosion to end up here? So many questions. The cuts and scrapes were what worried him most.
Who did this to him? He adjusted his pony tail and looked around the deserted beach. Huh. No one. Seemed a little off. The whole place seemed a little off, as none of it seemed local to the Seychelles. Surely, if he had drifted from Mother Base he would have ended up somewhere local? His head ached and he was tired. So tired. He felt like shit. Instinctively reaching down to pull his iDroid he realised it wasn't there. Damn. He really was naked Snake. How could he contact base? Or Kaz? Ocelot even? He was marooned.
Snake knew he'd had to rely on his survival skills to get him out of this one. Nothing new to him, since he was a hardened soldier, used to spending days or weeks out in the desert or savannah.]
Re: 1, night;
One man, with long blond hair, and Big Boss's face, as covered as it is with a mouthful of sharp teeth. One man, swimming in the water, clearly not completely human.
One man who recognized the man stranded on the beach, who did a double-take when he poked his head out of the water to see what was going on.]
Father?
[The accent and the blond hair might have given a bit of indication as to who this man was, but perhaps he was so far removed from the twelve-year-old he once was that it didn't. Still, he never could have expected his father to show up, could he? Sure, people who other people knew showed up all the time, but his father?
And here he was, still human. Liquid could kill him. He could do what he'd always wanted to do. Just do a bit of singing, lure him into the water, and drown him. Easy. But he'd come back, as people always do here. Would it even be worth the brief satisfaction?]
Well. Been a long time, hasn't it?
Re: this icon is so apt :D
I'm not your father. What the hell are you?
[He had to ask. The fish man spoke with a posh British accent. This was as bizarre as dreams could go, yet it felt so real. The cuts and scrapes felt real, so did the sand in his mouth, or what was left of it. Snake narrowed his eyes at the fish-man and readied himself in case the creature attacked.]
What is this place?
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Liquid Snake. Once upon a time, though, I was called Nyoka ya Mpembe.
[It wouldn't be hard to attack at all. When he sang, humans couldn't resist it. His father would be changing soon enough, but he wasn't now, and while Liquid kept himself fed, there was never any harm in another meal.
Still, he stopped himself from even trying. Not yet.]
Welcome to Ryslig, Father. Bit of a rude awakening, I'm sure, but it always is.
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The White Mamba.
[He knew those words. But, they couldn't belong to this...creature. He wasn't even a man anymore. A merman? Was this guy trying to tell him he was actually Eli? That twelve year old kid back at Mother Base? None of this made any sense. It was fucked up.]
...Eli? You can't be him. You're some kind of sea monster. The Eli I know is a twelve year old kid.
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A twelve year old who grew up to be a sea monster. Is it that farfetched? Is it any different to there being a sea monster here in the first place?
[Sure, a sea monster claiming to be someone you knew had to be weirder than a sea monster on his own, but still.]
How else would I know any of those names, hm? Do you think they'd spontaneously pop into my head? Stop calling me that, by the way.
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You got bigger. Nice tail.
[What? It was sort of amusing to see the uptight Eli being snarky towards his "father." Snake could have fun at the same time of trying to wrap his head around this weird shit.]
That's your name, isn't it? Or have you got a monster name now?
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[Well, the getting bigger thing, anyway. Tails were not usually part of growing up. Liquid snorted out a short laugh and splashed his tail before 'sitting' up again.]
Just because someone decided to call me that all those years ago doesn't make it my name. I go by Liquid Snake, now.
[Not much of a monster name, since he was clearly not a snake.]
It's been a while since I left Mother Base. Suppose it hasn't been a while for you, then?
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Brat.]Liquid Snake, huh? You're not much of a snake. You some kind of merman?
[He's interested in the look. It's rather unnerving but at the same time impressive. No amount of gene therapy could have done this, right? More like DNA splicing.]
Yeah, you could say that. Your body....how did it happen?
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When he wasn't hungry, anyway.]
It was my codename before all this happened. I'm not about to go changing it just because I'm a fish. People like me are called mermen, yes, or mers, or whatever else, but I sort of prefer 'fishman'. It's a bit more monstrous.
[He'd totally been trying to spread it around, and someone totally used it once, so it worked out.]
The gods around here seem to think we're their little playthings. Anyone who's brought here starts to change, eventually. Now that you're here, you should expect the same.
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Did you pick the codename yourself or did someone else name you? [He wanted to know what happened to Liquid after he left in the chopper from the island. Surely, he would have died? The boy had been infected with the parasites, but here he was. Alive. Someone or something must have saved him, otherwise he wouldn't have made it past puberty.]
Liquid, the killer fish man. Yeah, it's terrifying.
[Sorry, but isn't that a little B-movie? He couldn't hide the slow smirk spreading over his face. But, his face hardened at Liquid's last words.]
You're saying there are "gods?" They turn everyone into monsters? I find that hard to believe. What sort of experiments do they run on this place? DNA splicing?
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[Which explained absolutely nothing, but maybe he didn't want to answer that particular question. He crossed his arms, still staying upright in the water.]
You find that hard to believe, but me swimming around here and you showing up out of nowhere aren't hard to believe.
[His father was a strange person, seemed like.]
There's gods. There's people who follow them for reasons I can't bloody figure out. And they think we belong to them or something, that they should play with us. And that's why we change.
You'll see. Nothing'll happen to you, then the fog rolls in, and maybe you start growing claws. Maybe your teeth start falling out. Maybe the sides of your neck rip open and you feel like you need to be in the water. Who knows?
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I'm no one's plaything. Is there anyway of stopping them from changing us? Because I'll be damned if I'm about to let some false deity turn me into Bigfoot.
[Nice. Real smooth, Snake. Don't jinx your fate, Snake. He just didn't like the idea of becoming a monster. Hair, scales or anything else. It wasn't natural.]
I've already got a shrapnel horn and a prosthetic arm. Most look at me and think of me a demon already.
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I've been sort of planning to fight the gods someday, and I don't know how that'll end up, but until then... I suggest making the best of what you become.
[That's what Liquid did, anyway. He'd been determined from day one to do what he could with what he god, and he liked to think he was doing quite nicely for himself.]
Well, get ready. You could become anything, really.
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I'm always able to adapt to any environment, no matter what.
[Changing into a monster though? That was a whole new ball game. Yet, Snake would have to deal with it, it seemed.]
How long have you been here? Is the monster changing process instant?
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That's the best way to handle things here. Some people seem to have trouble dealing with it.
[A lot of monsters hate what they've become, at least at first. He's seen it. He didn't want to be one of those.]
I've been here... hm. About five months, I'd say. It starts out around the next time the fog rolls in. After that, who can say? From what I've seen, it's a bit different for everyone. It took an entire month for my scales to grow in.
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You can't blame them. Waking up on a sandy shore, lost, then turning into a monster. It isn't exactly paradise. [Far from it.]
What is this fog?
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[Beyond the gods and occasional rioting villagers, this place doesn't have quite as much to fight as his old world did.
Although now that his father's here...]
Every so often, a fog rolls in, and with it comes changes. It's supposedly the work of the one who brought us here. Very scary.
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[Hear that sarcasm, Liquid? Two could play at that game. Why would anyone want to visit a hell hole like this?]
Anyway to avoid this fog? [Because it still sounded like a load of crap to him. He had to see it to believe it. Fog was never a good thing anyway. Back home he had the Skulls to deal with and their fog full of parasites.]
There anyway to change back to a human after you get changed?
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[If there was a way to avoid it, someone probably would have figured it out by now. Unless they're keeping it to themselves, but that's not very likely.]
Well, the weres seem to be human in the daytime at least. Beyond that, I highly doubt it. Maybe there's a temporary fix out there, but you're always going to be a monster.
[Rather optimistic, isn't he?]
already been making some "monster" related icons for Snake
Basically, we're sentenced to death there then. No longer able to live out our human lives. [Morbid but yes.]
Weres? As in were-people?
ooh nice
It wasn't exactly my idea, now, was it? That's a bit much, but I suppose sometimes it fits.
[Like vampires! Liquid was dead before he came here, though, so it's never been as worrisome a prospect.]
Wolves and bears seem to be the theme there. I wouldn't call myself an expert on monsterkind, but you sort of learn as you go.
Re: yeah. monster-y Snake ^-^
[Was Liquid suffering? He seemed to be adapting quite well. Like a fish to water?]
Werewolves and Werebears, huh? Sounds like a fairy-tale or horror movie. What's it been like for you? Living like a merman for five months.
monster stepdad
[Considering he had nothing to go back to, this was another chance at life for him.]
It's very... wet. Could be worse, though. It isn't as hard to adapt as people say.
[Maybe he's just always been a monster himself, right?]
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What do you eat? Fish? [Because how the hell could Liquid survive without food.]
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