TEST DRIVE MEME

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TEST DRIVE MEME: JANUARY

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

[eyecontract]

[His intention is merely survival at least, not deception done with the purpose to hurt. He knows he's young, that he's small, that he would make the perfect victim for the wrong kind of people. The gun he sometimes carries is missing, and his demon seems to have lost his way somewhere. Acting like a child will either mean he'll be helped or underestimated, and Ciel will take advantage of that until he can feel a bit safer.]

The guns?

[Despite his need to play young, he'll admit to knowing that bit of information. It's a strong smell that even a normal child could recognize if their background was hard enough.]

I wonder if they're hunting. [I wonder if we're the prey.] That sounds like a really good idea. If we do run into them, do you have any weapons?

[It's unusual but not unheard of it to run into feminine fighters, and this woman at least seems to know a bit about survival.]

[cirquedelalune]

That's right. [Asaka's tone is a little terse, reserving the fear in the pit of her stomach at the idea of running into whoever's carrying those weapons. One part of her wants to hope that they'd be reasonable and not try to shoot two unarmed people, one of them a child, but she knows so little about this place they've ended up in that even that feels like dangerously hasty judgement.

The idea that they might be hunting is both reassuring and not, and Asaka's pace speeds up just a little as she searches her own pockets.]

I don't have my throwing knives with me, and even then, against a gun I don't know how much good they'd do. [Even if she'd be aiming to injure and not kill, the guns have the advantage of the quicker projectile. Skill with a throwing weapon only goes so far against bullets.]