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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2016-09-08 10:56 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME

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.

nxrthpole: (striped shirt)

Captain Robert Walton| Frankenstein

[personal profile] nxrthpole 2016-09-21 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
Scenario One

He vaguely remembered the ship going down, succumbing to the ice. He sputtered up the sand, surprised and almost horrified not to be in the frozen waters anymore. Robert looked around frantically, searching out members of his crew. But none were to be seen. He leapt up, only to quickly fall back down. He recognized the scent of gunpowder. He captained a ship after all.

Finally, Robert gathered the strength to call out, propping himself up onto his hands and knees.
"Is anyone there?"
He turned back to the water, desperately searching for his ship, only to find that it, too, was gone. He was growing less fond of being lucky.
andthetombstones: (sad-desperate)

[personal profile] andthetombstones 2016-09-21 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Robbie is still drying to gather himself, cooling off in the surf and staving off a panic attack. The sound of another human voice is infinitely relieving, even when he turns his eyes down the beach and sees that its an old dude.

"Hello!" He waved, clutching his salt-caked hoodie to his chest.
whatisay: (OU - Welp)

[personal profile] whatisay 2016-09-26 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Jason dislikes the water, and though it's all too easy for him to blame it on being a cat-based monster, the truth is that that intense uneasiness around lakes and oceans and even wide rivers traces back to his older brother, and back far further than Ryslig.

But the gods of Ryslig have called him here with their compulsions, and so he's found himself on a beach, picking through the stragglers, saying to himself he's looking for Miss Quentin as if he had any sort of agency in this.

"No one important," he responds to the wet, unhappy-looking manning crawling up onto the sands.