TEST DRIVE MEME

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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.

Comments

[peccatore]

[Well, Marco certainly understands being in a bit of a panic upon arrival, but this is... unusual. The poor man must have been in a terrible spot before coming here.

He approaches him cautiously, with his hands raised.]

Hey, it... it's okay. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you. You're... You're elsewhere now--

[Wait.]

... I know you.

[goryteller]

[Meanwhile, Katurian -- or at least this iteration of Katurian -- doesn't recognize Marco. He squints at him nonetheless, kicking at his memories like they're piles of paper weighed down by their own heaviness.

On the other hand, forging through his memories is vastly preferable to thinking that Marco is a detective here to finish the job. The kindness and concern in Marco's voice is enough to relax his shoulders and quell his fight or flight instinct, even as his mind races in an attempt to decipher the face in front of him.]

I'm afraid I don't recognize you. It must be your costume.

[God knows he's not prepared to accept that Marco is a fish monster. He sniffles, the salt water stinging his sinuses.]

I'm -- sure that's my fault. I'm terrible with faces.

[peccatore]

[It takes Marco a moment to realise that maybe it wasn't the best idea to open with that, especially considering how out-of-sorts the poor man looks.]

No, no, it's... Don't worry. You probably just don't remember being here before. That happens.

[goryteller]

[Bit by bit, Katurian starts the painful process of standing up. Under any other circumstance, he would elect to stay on the ground for a little bit longer -- you know, to bask in his misery. The salt water stings his cuts and scrapes, however, and the prospect of more pain is enough to keep him from wallowing in his current state for too long.]

From childhood, you mean?

[He pauses to look at the waves, the grey skies, the faint mountains in the distance.]

I'd think I would remember visiting the ocean.

[He inhales through his teeth, swallowing a grimace before restarting the whole "standing up" process.]

Are you sure you don't have me mixed up with someone else?

[peccatore]

No-- No, that's not really... Mm. [He's gonna have to slow down a lot, isn't he?... Also oh dear he really ought to help him up. Marco holds out a metallic hand.]

What I mean is you've been... Well, some version of you has been here before, in this peninsula. You're a writer, right?