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TEST DRIVE MEME: MARCH

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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.

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[They're of a mind there. She can feel the words wanting to be said, pushing up against her throat, but all she can manage is a thick, choking sort of sound that's half-sob and half-laugh.]

[Eventually, when it's clear the words aren't going to come, she moves in closer and puts her hand out instead, forgetting her claws for a moment.]

[He finds the ability to move and meets her half-way. He takes her hand, aware of her claws. Whatever she's become, this is his Susan and he trusts her.

But still, the question is there. Sure, he knows about the monster change thing, as hard as such a thing is to believe.]

What are ye becoming?

[There's no horror, no judgement. Just curiosity.]

Faerie, by what they call it here. [Her hand closes around his, and gods, it's him, it truly is - warm and solid and real. She wants to cry all over again, and has to clamp down on her feelings with all her might.]

It don't matter. It don't matter what I am, what I'm goin' to be. You're here, that's what matters.

[Fuck just holding hands. She's going to hug him now, as best she can when he's that much taller.]

My dear Susan.

[There is no objection nor hesitation when she hugs him. He holds her to him, avoiding her wings as he can. Later it will occur to him fully that Susan is becoming a monster. It will be the first thing to solidify this place into something more real than he'd believed it to be.

For now, he touches her hair, her arms, and what he can of her back. She's real, and alive. Not a burned husk he'd wanted to see buried proper.

For now, finding his guns and his way back to the Tower have been pushed aside. Aye, they'll be back in the forefront of his mind soon enough. But for right now...]

Aye, 'tis what matters.

[She buries her face against his shoulder and breathes him deeply. He smells different, of course, but that doesn't stop it being comforting, in its own strange kind of way. She holds him tighter than she's held anyone in a long time - tighter than she means to, actually, since she's still not completely used to having monster strength.]

[It's a long time before she can bring herself to pull away enough to actually look up at him, her eyes swimming with tears.] How long? For you, I mean?

[He's surprised by the strength of her, and just murmurs for her to loosen up a bit. He leans his head against hers and stays like that until she starts to pull away.

He sighs softly at her question. How long, indeed?]

Time has gotten soft, both for our world and for myself. I can give you nothing close to an accurate answer; Gilead has fallen into myth and I am a relic from a world that has moved on.

[There's the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips, albeit a sad and rather hollow one.] That'd explain why you look like a hunk of jerky life chewed up and spat back out.

[That gets a short laugh.] Aye, that's exactly why.

Ye look sad.

I am.

...I wanted to be with thee, along the way. Wherever it took you. Seein' you this way, it's...

All those years. All that time. All that hurt. I'm sorry, Roland.

[He lays one hand on her cheek.]

Ye were with me, Sue. Mayhap not in the way we would have liked, but ye were always with me.

[Bert, Cort, and a few others had become mental companions, but Sue. Sue was always the face that was always with him. His lovely girl at the window.]

Ye needn't be sorry for not being with me all that time. I should. And am. For 'twas my arrogance and youth that killed ye.

[She scoffs, only a little tearfully.]

Don't give yourself such credit. 'Twas Jonas and the town that killed me.

And truly, I'd rather that than to have lived without thee, as things were. That weren't livin'.

[There's a look in his eyes for a moment, something akin to relief. He might still blame himself, aye, but hearing her say that she doesn't blame him? 'tis a balm on an unhealed wound.]

And now?

[She's quiet for a long moment.]

...This place ain't heaven, but it's better livin' than home. I got friends, a place of my own.

You're what was missin', I reckon. [She smiles suddenly, like sunshine breaking across her face, and leans up to kiss him on the corner of the mouth.] And you ain't missin' now, for all you look like shit.

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