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

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[atjourneysend]

[Raynie can be easily mistaken for another human. She only started to change recently, and today she wears a long sleeved shirt that hides the scales on her shoulder and arms. But Maya will feel the elbow she's grabbing is radiating heat like warm coals, see golded reptilian eyes look back when Raynie turns her head.]

...depends what you're asking about.

[wellplayedbitch]

[Aliens were not a foreign concept to Maya -- she'd fought a number of them. None of them looked or even felt quite like this. She didn't want to believe what was written there, it all seemed so outrageous, but...]

[Composure was Maya's greatest strength, at least when it came to important moments. Though her brows lifted, her face remained still. Rather than shifting to concern, or even acting on the needling sensation of fear in her gut, her expression was calculating.]

The monsters. Eating flesh. [She pulled her hand from the woman's elbow, lifted it just enough to study her digits as if whatever was plaguing the woman might transfer to her.]

[atjourneysend]

[Ah. Raynie's mouth twisted like she tasted something vile. Figures that eventually someone would pick up the accurate fliers...]

Yeah, that's - that part's real. [...] Sorry.

[wellplayedbitch]

How?

[Perhaps the outburst might seem out-of-character, if unsurprising in the face of such a revelation. But the questions that follow are, while perhaps unusual in context, are far more indicative of her curious soul.]

[She was still afraid, moreso of what it might mean for her but... there was always more to learn, after all.]

The way the booklets describe it, the look in your eyes, that means altering a bodies entire physiology. Is it a virus, then? Genetic experimentation? [Wasn't that what Nakayama had been messing with?]

[atjourneysend]

Not exactly. It's... more like a curse.

[That's how she'd put it, at least, considering it's the work of a supernatural force.]

I don't know enough to get into details. There's research but I don't think anyone really knows.

[wellplayedbitch]

A curse. [Now Maya's tone fell flat. Leaning back on her heels, she placed a palm on her exposed hip, covering up the blue network of tattoos. It was poor of her to judge the concept of magic, considering her abilities. But that could be explained away by a series of biological mutations and epigenetical factors and quirks that had enabled her to receive the gifts that she called her powers.]

[A curse just sounded so... disappointing as an explanation.]

That... is a shame, then.