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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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[Oh, this one will certainly be fun, won't it? It takes everything he has to hide his smile-a smile that would have, given his mouth, gone literally ear to ear if he wasn't careful.] You arrived here from the shoreline, that's what I mean. Here, in Ryslig.

Better be careful who you question the species of though, [he chuckles darkly,] You might turn into one yourself...~ [Imagine that Draco-a you, without legs.

Or teeth, for that matter. The smirk on the naga's face persists as he looks the other over, adjusting his glasses with one claw.] But don't mind me-I'm sure you think everything I say right now is nothing to you~

[Something about receiving such a well spoken 'what the hell' does that.]

[ anyone who takes this much glee out of torturing some poor newbie is a terrible person.

[ wait, that sounds awfully familiar.

[ never mind. Right now, Draco's simply focusing on the fact that there's an unnaturalness to the smile-that-isn't that goes along quite nicely with the rest of the... boy? He thinks it could be a boy, if he squints and tips his head the right way. But honestly, he has no bloody clue, and that's what's all the more terrifying. Much like the notion that he'll turn into a thing like that. ]

Well, it isn't. You're practically speaking gibberish. [ at the very least, bravado is something Draco's perfected, and tipping his chin up to try and portray himself as bigger and better and much more calm than everyone else is something he's used to. ] So far, nothing you've said has any sort of meaning or bearing. You're wasting your breath.

[Taking fun in torturing newbies?

It's like a tiny cabbage headed you, Draco. Or maybe not.

Unfortunately for Draco, his bravado and posturing isn't working.

It's a little difficult to intimidate a snake though, to be fair. For the moment he seems less agitated and more unimpressed though, looking the other over and snorting.] I've noticed that-unfortunately for you, it's my job to make sure you don't get eaten, or worse though, [Noa sighs.]

Which means you get to listen to the 'gibberish' until it sinks in.

Or until you decide to take your chances with the less patient. Your choice, [he 'explains' a little too eagerly.]

[ horrifying, that's all it is. Whatever the specifics are, that doesn't change any.

[ He focuses an intense glare at whatever the hell is talking to him (because as much attention as he paid in Care of Magical Creatures, he really didn't). ]

I see. And if I don't believe a word out of your mouth? Because so far, it all sounds like nothing but dragondung. I have no reason to believe any of this. [ and as such, he crosses his arms in front of his chest. It's a bit like a hug; he realises too late that he's shivering.

[ it wouldn't surprise him at all if something is planning on eating him. But he also thinks it might be this thing. ]

If you don't believe me, then I have quite the show coming next month then, that's what.

Unless you manage to beat the absolutely impossible odds of actually making it out of this place that fast...which I doubt is happening, [He adds with a chuckle.]

So you're the one meant to help me? [ he scoffs, glaring a little harder. Just for good measure. ] You're doing a horrid job of it.

What is exactly supposed to be happening that I'm meant to be so afraid of?

[ besides being kidnapped, obviously. But he's there already, and he does have a feeling that he can't go anywhere, but even so, he's still not so sure that he hasn't been kidnapped by this one. He can't trust a word that comes up. In fact, talking feels like a waste of time, but Draco doesn't know where to go. ]

Well, you'll have to forgive me then~ I didn't see much point in explaining things to someone who won't believe them, [He scoffs in return, eyes glinting almost literally from behind his glasses.]

If you've changed your mind, maybe I'll give you more than this cryptic answer; 'ever wonder if I always looked like this'?

[ no, he wants to say, but he simply remains irritated and scared, shivering a little in soaked clothes, skin stinging from unseen cuts and abrasions, everything generally horrible. None of this is going to change. ]

I haven't changed my mind, I just want to know whatever you're going to throw at me so I can check against what anyone else tells me. Surely there are other....things around here.

[ now, though, he's definitely wondering if this thing's always looked like this. ]

There's a few, certainly...and you'll have better luck questioning them than any human beings, I might add, [he warns the other. At least unless he wan'ts a mix of 'don't eat me' or 'meet the barrel of my gun'...] If you're lucky, you'll end up with a similar look in a few months. You could just end up in feathers, or fur though...it varies.

You're in Ryslig, [he continues seriously, his tone altering to suit.] It's an alternate world and those such as yourself have been taken here for the purposes of joining a war.

Congratulations on making the cut, [he adds with a softer smirk.]

[ the notion that the creatures floating around, so to speak, are more helpful than the humans is just...laughable, frankly. Draco looks sceptical and incredulous at that, and perhaps a bit horrified. ]

A war? No, thank you.

[ he won't even address the rest. ] I'm done with wars. I'm leaving.

Hah! Good luck with that one; your options are staying neutral here or joining, [the boy scoffs.] Believe me though, you wouldn't be the only one to try some third option already.

It tends to fall flat when your captor knows how to cheat death on your behalf.

[Be horrified all you want, Draco-but you're stuck, like it or not.]

[ Draco's hand automatically goes to the pocket where his wand would normally be; he falters after a moment, realising that he doesn't have it on him, and hopes to save face by simply planting his hands on his hips. ]

None of this makes any sense. It's not even possible, I'll have you know. No one can cheat death. And no one can force me to choose a side.

Wrong, on all accounts, except the latter! [he starts, holding a few fingers out as he counts them down.] It does make sense, if you actually bother thinking about it and looking into the surrounding information...

She can cheat death, and has revived a number of 'monsters' from the grave more times than I can count here-an advantage you have yourself, if you care to test that with anyone... [The snake's tail rattles somewhat, but he says nothing more on that note.]

However, as I just noted...you could just remain neutral. That is your choice at least.

[ silence simply reigns for a moment, as Draco tries to consider it all. He doesn't want to do so, nor does he have any inclination to appreciate the possibility of becoming one of those things, but he supposes that he has to.

[ maybe somewhere else, though. He's got an answer or two, though it doesn't tell him anything about what he's meant to be doing in the interim, but somehow, he's not sure that this one is going to be inclined to give him much. Not that's helpful, at least. ]

That's exactly what I'm going to do, then. Good day to you.

[ it is...decidedly the worst plan, Draco's sure, but he turns on his heel in the sand, the movement less graceful than he intends it to be, and tries to stalk off towards....something. He has no idea which way he's going. At all. ]

[Hmmm. If he wasn't sure this could get abundantly 'worse', he'd laugh now. But as it is, the boy merely observes. There goes Draco, yes...

Now he'll count three, two, one...] And just how do you plan to do that, then?

I'll walk! [ it's called over his shoulder in as biting a tone as he can manage, trembling as he is. ] And I'll figure it out along the way. I don't need your help.

Hnnhnnhnnhnnn... [Well.

He'll see you in a month then.] I'll be sure to watch for your progress on the 'network' then, [he chuckles cryptically.

It's really best to let this sort of 'idiocy' sort itself out, after all.]

My... [ Draco did pause, turning abruptly to frown at the creature warily. He never did get a name out of him, and he's too wary to ask for one. He's not sure he wants one. He doesn't want to be friends with people here; he just wants to go home.

[ and so, with a huff, he forces himself to turn back around, padding back across the sand, stumbling once as the dune gives way beneath his bare feet. ]

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'it's for war' is one of my fave things about running a god-devout tbh...

amazing~

it's so much more fun than 'TO TURN U INTO MONSTERS' I find

and much more real a threat!

it really is, yeah

ehehe

> gently wraps this up so that you can focus on apps and things

/appreciates! <3

Good luck! Looking forward to In Game stuff with you!

thank you! I'm very excited! thanks for the sample! c: