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TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

A-alright, I'm here. You can chi...chill it with the hard-on, now.

[Rick emerges from the shadows, his hands up in the air. A thin line of drool trails itself down to his chins, and he adresses Ford with glazed-over eyes.]

It was...it was me, Ford. I was the one who u-used your toothbrush this morning or...or whatever.

[For a moment, Ford doesn't move. He simply stands there, stock still, as that grating voice reaches his ears and chips away at his will to live.]

[Shutting his eyes, Ford takes in a deep breath and counts to six, then turns to face Rick with a commendable amount of composure. No, really, he deserves an award for not immediately shoving his boot up this man's ass.]

Sanchez.

[Oh no, there goes more of his will to live. He forgot what this guy's face did to him.]

What are you doing here? [He rubs his forehead with one hand while the other plants itself on his hip, for lack of anything better to do.] Better question: what am I doing here?

[Even better question: why does he think Rick will be at all helpful in the first place?]

[There's a great lack of patience in Rick's eyes, as Ford goes through this whole song-and-dance yet again. It seems that no matter where they meet, Ford always has to put on some bullshit to even talk to Rick. The man might be a toxic influence, Ford, but he's not a skunk.]

What am I doing here? Well, gee, l-look who didn't get the memo. Quick recap for ya, pal. Ryslig Peninsula. Fog God. Monster di-[eegh]-cking. Shit makes FurAffinity look real...real...it makes it look nice, brah.

[He removes his flask from his labcoat, ever prominent, and begins to unscrew the top.]

Or are you aski- asking what you're doing here. Like, in the general area. If that's the case, I do-donnn'ttttt have a godda-[eerggh]-damn clue.

[None of that makes any sense without context, but like hell Ford is going to ask for clarification and open himself up to pot-shots about how he's not clever enough to figure it out on is own.]

Well, that makes two of us.

[He props his hands on his hips, his brows furrowing as he takes another look around. Is this...an arcade? Huh. It's not the strangest evil lair he's ever been in, but still.]

I don't suppose you have your gun, do you?

[Otherwise why the hell would he even be here.]

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scenario 3

bless this mess

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