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TEST DRIVE MEME



Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note: The State of the Game Discussion produced a lot of great suggestions and we now have a post for Plot Suggestions and Monster Questions. The NETWORK VOTE results are in and PRIVATE MESSAGING will be added some time in November. Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look. You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely. Reserve and application dates have been announced. Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample! Sample scenarios: SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town. SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together. SCENARIO THREE: 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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[Down in the hole, Daichi can't see or really hear him, but something in his hair twitches and he looks up and in the right direction.]

I-is someone there? Come on SAY something, man!

[He can't make sense of the sounds. There's an itchiness to his body that he raises a clawed hand to scratch, enjoying the relief as a scent - the lightest scent of blood fills the air.]

...How'd you end up in the hole?

[His nostrils flare and he can't smell anything. Anything at all it's faint, muted.

There's a muted growling from the pit of his stomach]

[Daichi's nose, and worse, something in his belly, also twitch at the smell, but his awkward smile doesn't change, and he rubs at the back of his head]

I wasn't paying attention and I fell, I think... pretty dumb, huh?

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[Dumb but suspect.

Hoffman scratches at his side again. If this keeps up - if those bumps get any bigger or itchier it's going to drive him to distraction.

Instead he steps closer to the hole and extends a hand. The skin on it is dark in the fading light, almost brown and there are claws. The figure behind it looks off. Hoffman's grown in size since the fog, and there are three raised bumps along his back that pull his clothing tight along his body. His legs look wobbly and shaken.]

Take my hand and I'll pull you out.

[And then what? There's red spreading from a wound at his side. He really can't decide what to do]

[Before the claws would have freaked him out... but he's seen monsters here already, and that was still nothing on some of the demons back home. In fact he has claws as well, clear and thin, more like just elongated finger nails and only noticeable when he holds his hand out.

He reaches up and grabs the hand with both his, and puts his weight on the arm.

He... doesn't look that big, but he sure isn't moving. Maybe he's stucker then he thought?]

Oh man, pull!

[Hoffman cocked his head to the left, listening again. Listening deep for the vibrations of movement all around him.

There's strength in his arms, more strength then there ever had been but whatever this is ...

He grunts, finally forced to take a knee. His legs feel like their losing strength by the hour but he pulls as hard as he can, feeling all of his muscles stretch.

There's a ripping sound on his left, and on his right, but he ignores it. He's never been afraid of pain]

Let go of whatever you've got!

Oh! Sorry!

[He... grins, and suddenly from the gravel and sand a second pair of arms emerge, almost insect-like in their claws and armor, and they dig into the sand, rooting Daichi even more as his human arms YANK.

Yankyank- finally, the force pulling him out a little exposes his long, delicate looking damsel fly wings, which buzz and flutter to give him even more pull. If it was just that Hoffman's size might still be too much for the now exposed faerie, but the hole... well now it's clear- it's not just a hole, but sloping. Like a funnel.

He hadn't LIED. He had fallen in originally. But instincts and hunger set him to work adjusting it to a perfect antlion hole, just waiting for prey and much safer then hunting.]

Sorry man, nothing personal~

[Instincts take over. Instincts that Mark Hoffman had developed first as a beat cop - that had ...shifted into something else entirely.

Scrambling back as fast as he can manage he scrambles for purchase on the sands, looking for anything that he could crawl across but his legs are growing weaker seemingly by the second Panicking, the starts biting, eyes rolling back in his head and trying to sink his teeth into whatever he can reach.

There's another ripping sound however as a leg emerges from his left hand side, black and hard. It scrambles, clawing, scrambling.

No words, just an animal like hiss as Hoffman and his new leg. The movement rips another leg free, tearing his T-shirt. He pulls it off with a snarl and continues to try and scramble to climb out of the funnel, fangs dripping venom across the sands.]

[As Hoffman starts biting Daichi yelps, yanking his arms back and out of range. For all this show of being stuck he pulls himself out of the sand easily, his wings fluttering and hovering slightly]

Oh of COURSE you change right as I catch you! You couldn't just be some random local guy! Damn it!!

[He sighs, and while his jacket and scarf are still in tact, his shirt is in tatters, showing off a thin red gash on his belly. He winces in pain before that gash.... opens into a gaping red hole of a mouth, mandibles curling out and snapping at the air.]

Hold on man, it'll be fast and stop hurting...

[Cuz he's gonna eat ya bro, or at least try. At least he sounds honestly regretful about it.

He tries to fly closer, looking for an opening to all that thrashing]

[Change yes, change let it come, let it come. Although if he can't he's almost positive one of those legs will break unless he balances it out...

So he'll squirm. Spitting and hissing as the sand smokes, squirming, twisting to the left and to the right, still biting, or trying to bite as the other...thing came close.]

...Come closer and I can make your whole existence stop hurting.

[Although the words are slurred. His venom glands are full to bursting as he twists - and a second leg on the left rips it's way free. His legs lose purchase completely and he's now left, hanging limp on his left hand side.

The pain is blinding and he has to force his way through it. To be reborn just as John would have wanted.]

...What the hell are you supposed to be anyway? Tinkerbell? [He begins to drag himself along with his arms, twisting and pulling trying to get that second leg to come loose.]

Wow! Rude, you should talk... Spiderman!

[Nailed it. Though those don't look quite like the spider people he's seen... Even if his intent is still to eat the guy, he stalls, watching in horrid fascination as the legs burst out. He make a small urging noise, stomach turning at the sight]

I-i've.... never actually seen anyone change before...

[Well, other then himself of course. His hunger and instinct fueled courage is faltering now that he's exchanged some words with the older man. He's not a killer, not really...]

[Hoffman will continue to drag himself to the top of the funnel, or at least try to. There's blinding pain throughout his mind.]

...It's not fun.

[He just wants to sleep for a millennia. A life time. His new legs scramble at his side. After a moment he digs in, starts clawing at his opposite side, the side dragging on the ground.]

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