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.

Comments

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You wanted me to do something if someone appeared, I didn't want to make you wait for nothing..! [he protests, flinching under the other's anger. He knows the stone won't hurt. He could catch it with one of the seaweed tendrils on his back. He knows it won't work.

Somehow it's still frightening though, and his own voice wavers as he speaks.

If she thinks he's lying already, she won't like what he says next.] ...no one can leave though...that was how I got here and everyone else got here, [he says quietly, holding his arms close.] I can't tell you how to leave because we can't...!

[punbooked]

[It's frustrating, it's too much, she doesn't have the patience to deal with him, doesn't want to hear what he is saying and if anything she thinks perhaps he isn't trying hard enough. Helpful would have been to leave it alone, helpful would have been to actually think before opening his mouth so all of this right now was not helpful because she was already on edge. The information about leaving, that honesty perhaps was the most it had been considered but already she doesn't have the faith, only trusts herself and no other that she's come across.

The creatures voice wavers and she doesn't seem phased by it, if he wanted to be who he said he wanted to be then maybe he should think about it; sometimes helping people hurt, particularly people who were new here like he once had been.]

Fuck off, all you're giving me is excuses! [She manages to snap, her shoulders going tense, trying to force the emotion out of the moment and it's easy, easy to do in front of a stranger. A pause and her voice evens out, cold and despondent. Grip loosening on the stone in her palm she lets out a huff of breath.] I don't have time for them.

[Quietly she turns on her heels to leave him by the shore.]

There's always a way out of something.

[soft_focus]

[Looser grip on the stone-that helps. Helps him at least-he might have almost been frightened back into his alpaca form, but that brings some peace of mind back.

Enough to shout back, at least.] We tried it though!

Why do you think I'm like this..! [...He liked this version of himself. He admits.

He knows it wasn't supposed to be how he was though-and it's becoming harder to think of it like that.] ...We can't even leave if we die.

...We just come back here again.