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graveyardsmash2017-03-10 10:55 am
ryslighelpers) wrote in graveyardsmash2017-03-10 10:55 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME
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.
(A)nd damn if I ain't ready to be confused as hell by this canon
There's a few more minutes of this before a rather irate voice pipes in.]
Oi, oi! Watch it!
[If Lucas has the attitude of a twelve year old, this...thing, whatever it is, sounds like one. It stands six and a half feet tall, shaggy fur almost dehumanizing the carnie-esque ringmaster coat it wears. The tail arches over, like a scorpion ready to strike with three (not one, three!) barbs, and wings are folded neatly over its furry arms, like a bat-actually, those are bat wings. Its ears-those are definitely cat-like ears-are flattened against its skull, apparently Lucas' high-pitched cackling is at just the right pitch to irritate its sensitive hearing. What kind of mishmash-]
You don't know what you might end up pissing off in there, you know~...
[Yeah, and Lucas probably doesn't know what he apparently pissed off up here, either.]
Iiiiiit does do that to people!
He's not as freaked as someone else might be. One, he's seen things already, and two, whatever this one'd do to him would prrrobably not count for too much, in the end. He doesn't like pain, 'course, but he can heal. (He thinks he still can, anyway.)
It's just the moment of having the unknown thrown into your face.
And this? Anything's possible, at this point, but god damn, don't tell him that he's been nabbed and thrown onto some sort of Jurassic Park for free-range B.O.W.s...
(...Free range B.O.W.s sound like a hassle at best, by the way, but fff, not something to be put past their makers from what impression he's gotten, all right.)
He starts to back up, with a fixed stare, hands slightly raised and palms-forward at his sides.]
Ooh, yeah?
[Clears his throat. Voice is a bit scraping.]
-- Like what, big boy?
[Dragged out a little too much to have a very question-y inflection.
Ups the pitch in insistent playfulness - but 'ey, cat-creature, at least he isn't laughing anymore. For now, at least.]
Y'all got landsharks?
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Well, we've got merpeople who can walk on land, so there's probably a shark-lookin' one around here somewhere~. Kelpies, too! Probably some murderfish as well, I heard there was angry sawfish in these waters!
[Wrong body of water, but yes, there's angry sawfish in Ryslig. The more you know!]
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...be miffed. That's about it for now.
A couple of shallow "heh..."s, probably not all that audible.
Takes a breath in nd lets this next go out with it - projected in an outdoor voice, but not quite a shout.]
Murderfish, huh?
[None too specific, but... colorful!]
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[He spreads out his hands in an energetic motion, apparently trying to engage his new audience.]
I wasn't there-but my friend, they got their wings cut off by one of them when they tried exploring down there! Wings cut off by fish with sawblades for fins, or something like that!