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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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Aw shucks, thanks. You still think I've gotta chance at guns?

[Tommy's face instantly brightens at those words, and he spins his seat to face the stranger. It's always nice to meet a like-minded fella. He doesn't seem to question at all why he's wearing a full-face mask, and drums his fingers excitedly on the table.]

I know these wings an' talons give me, ah, different methods, but there's nothin' quite like what I'm used to. I've got a two-two on me right now.

[He pats his chest demonstratively, though it's hidden enough that it doesn't show obviously.]

Rest 'a the collection's back home though. Handguns, mostly. The odd semi-auto. [Tommy waves a hand vaguely.] You know.

Oh yeah, long as you can get some shit to work with. Problem with being here is everything's so fucking... ancient history, but the right materials, the right amount of elbow grease, and a liiiittle bit of hitting shit with a hammer, and you've got something workable for every occasion.

[Normally his mask would display some lovely emoticons, and give a nice robotic quality to his voice, but it apparently broke in the water and since this place is so backwards with regards to technology, he hasn't been able to fix it correctly. He's working on it.

He nods slowly.]

Nice. Problem for me is all of my toys are back home, which fucking sucks, and nothing here is good enough. Buuuuut I'll trade 'em for the wings for now. Not too hard to find something nice and heavy to smash shit with. I can figure something out for the rest of it.

[Tommy laughs, carefree. Any trace of previous sulking gone, he raises his glass up high.] Oh man, you don't have to tell me twice. Place is so stuck in th' fifties I can feel myself dyin' a little more every day. Miss my stuff, not just the guns either.

[He props his chin up with his other hand, talons curling over his chin.] Gotta say I'm not too over the moon 'bout the idea of bangin' my guns around, but I'll take that over nothin'. You're pretty resourceful, huh? What kinda profession you comin' from? [Tommy can take a pretty good guess already, but it's always good to verify.]

[He snaps his fingers in the air, calling for another drink.] Hey, you wanna drink? On me.

Yeah, like, I need something a little higher-tech or I am going to scream. [The pseudofifties is no place for a mighty hacker. Even one who likes to break shit.]

You might not wanna mess with what you got, but we can always try building on top of it instead of taking stuff away. [He'd have to size up materials and stuff first, of course, but he's confident he can figure something out.] Buuut, I do a little bit of a lotta things. Work with computers, build shit, break shit, fix shit... find shit. A little art on the side. Guess you could call me an engineer, if you want to get all fancy title about it. How about you?

[And as for the drink... he points at him, nodding a few times.] Suuure! Just gimme a beer, that's fine.

A beer? You're after my own heart, buddy. [He slams down the rest of his drink, and holds out two fingers in the air.] Two more where that came from, thanks!

[Order made, he turns his attention back to the masked stranger in front of him.] Ahh, I see. An engineer. I gotcha. Not my thing personally, but I can absolutely respect that. All that fancy tech stuff's a bit beyond me, t' be honest.

[Tommy gives him a sly wink, miming shooting a pistol with two fingers and blowing the smoke off the barrel. Not that he can see him winking under his shades, but it's the principle that counts.] And as for me? I'm just your humble independent contractor. Good ol' Tommy Monaghan, there to help out in a pinch. If you know what I mean.

Heyyyy, good taste, man, good taste. [Not that Wrench cares what he drinks, as long as it gets the job done. He finishes up his previous drink, lifting the mask up just enough to drink it, then grabs the new one when it arrives.]

It's beyond a lot of people, which makes my job waaay easier sometimes, when it doesn't involve taking a hammer to something. [He nods.] But I do know what you mean. And I'll definitely keep that in mind if I need some help. [He jokingly returns the fingergun gesture, then takes a sip if his drink.]

Anyway, nice to meet you, man. The name's Wrench.

Wrench huh? Awesome name. Nice ta meetcha too. [Tommy gives a friendly wave. Normally he'd extend a handshake, but considering that one of his hands is holding a cigarette and the other is holding his beer, it's too much trouble to bother with. Wrench is pretty obviously a pseudonym, but who's he to judge? It marks him as a fellow weirdo, or at least somebody kind of like him. At least it's short and sweet, not like Darkstorm or Bloodrain, or something like that.]

But you should know, I only ever deal with people already in the game. Specialty's metahumans. No innocents, no kids. [He makes a short horizontal chopping motion in the air.] 'Less you're in some real trouble or summat like that.

Thanks! Worked hard on it. [His voice sounds like he's joking, but the lack of expressions on his still-broken mask don't reveal anything otherwise. Still, he holds up his beer in a sort-of toast, leaning back a little.]

Oh man, I'd never dream of involving people who shouldn't be involved with shit. [To a point, but this guy doesn't need to know about the puppies.] I know what I'm doing. Sometimes. Usually. The kids can deal with themselves.

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omg im sorry this is so late

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