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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.

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Because I'm not the one who dropped it, you are. You need to take responsibility for your own actions. This isn't my job, the only reason I picked all these [He raises his arms a little to indicate that he's talking about the pamphlets.] up myself is because the culprits had already disappeared. Trust me, had I caught them in the act, I would have told them the same thing.

[He is definitely not getting paid for this. Granted, he's also not doing it for fun so she's not exactly wrong in that regard. This is most out of...moral outrage and obligation than anything. Littering hurts the environment.]

[As a nymph, he's very against that.]

[Is she seriously getting lectured by this weird...plant thing. Is this really happening. She still hasn't figured out if this is some elaborate dying fever dream and this is not helping in that regard. Also if you think Megumi "I've never done anything wrong in my life" Shimizu is gonna take responsibility for accidentally dropping a piece of paper then you would be incredibly wrong.]

Don't you have anything better to do? It's just paper.

[Yes. Yes she is. She is absolutely getting lectured by this plant child. He's very quickly losing his patience, however. Because holy shit, how hard is it to pick up a piece of paper?]

Paper that belongs in a trash can, not on the ground! Pick. It. Up!! [He snarls each word aggressively, baring his teeth and revealing a mouth full of spike-like fangs. Even the grass around Megumi's feet seems to ripple threateningly.]

[Or well...as threateningly as grass can ripple. Literally any plant would have been better for this, but for someone who's still trying to master his control of plants, a menacing grass ripple is the best he can do.]

[Wow this really is the hill this child is gonna die on. Her first thought is to keep being dismissive and derisive, but those fangs give her pause. She is human again, after all, and even if this is the afterlife, who's to say she can't die again? Or at least be seriously maimed and in pain forever.

So she does it. She walks over, picks up the paper, and wads it in her hands. And then walks back over and disdainfully drops it on top of the rest of the pamphlets the kid is holding. She's intimidated by the threat display but not that intimidated.]

There you go. In the trash, where it belongs. [Yeah cause that won't set him off.]

[Well she...technically DID do what he asked. Halfway, anyway. He's definitely not a trashcan, but she DID pick the paper up. And that fact alone seems to placate the boy a little bit. He stops baring his fangs, at least, though he still looks annoyed.]

Not quite. But clearly you're dumber than you look, so I suppose this is the best I can hope for.

[He turns on his heel, making sure to raise one of the long, bump-covered vines on his back so that it slaps Megumi across the face as he turns. Assuming she doesn't dodge it, of course.]

[He's not actually leave, however, just walking a few feet to go dump all these pamphlets in the nearest trashcan where they belong. Once that's done, he turns to face her again, folding his arms over his chest.]

I'm a nymph, to answer your question. Like I said, everyone who is brought here turns into a monster. It's inevitable.

[It does slap her, and between that and his outright insulting her, she's all set to shove her foot so far up his ass you don't even know. But he reiterates that everyone turns into a monster, and it finally registers this time and stops her dead in her tracks.]

Everyone who's "brought" here? [Nobody took her here; she died. Totally not the same, right?] I wasn't brought here, so there's no way I'm ending up like you.

[Nagisa raises a brow, smirking in a condescending sort of way.]

How exactly do you think you came to be here, then? You're definitely not a native of this world, not with hair like that.

I died, obviously. [OBVIOUSLY.] And what do you mean, "native"? Who's a native of the afterlife?

Haven't you realized yet? You aren't dead. [I mean, duh. Do you feel dead?] The Fog God intervened at just the right moment and brought you here, to Ryslig, instead. This isn't the afterlife. It's something more akin to an alternate universe, a space-time separate from your own.

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