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

[me_underfire]

The bear ears twitch. What was his first clue?

"None of them, really, but the fur-bearing trout one is good for a laugh, at least." She offers. "Those aren't written by anyone who's actually dealt with it. You're better off asking one of us."

[hauntpadour]

To be fair, he works with ghosts, goblins, demons, and anything else that other planes of existence could spit out. This has hardly phased him.

Egon casually tucked them all back into his breast pocket, nodding. "Thank you. From what I've seen so far, nothing here corresponds with Tobin's spirit guide either. Someone really should document this information properly."

[me_underfire]

"From what I can gather, there's been attempts, but the people behind it disappeared a while ago," Grace explains. "How much have you figured out? I can fill in the gaps if you want."

[hauntpadour]

He huffed a short breath out through his nose, nodding understandingly. "I've gathered that after one month, newcomers become monsters. I'm not sure yet if there's a determinant on who becomes what."

[me_underfire]

"Yes, and also, yes," Grace nods. "I tried to figure out if there was a pattern a while ago, but it seems pretty arbitrary."

She has to admit, she's kind of glad she doesn't have to break the bad news to this guy. Being told you have a month left of being human can throw you for a loop. "There's a god figure here- the fog god- that does it. Every couple of weeks, there's a really heavy fog. That's when it happens."

[hauntpadour]

He nodded, pulling out a pen and taking note on the back of one now otherwise useless pamphlets. "I've seen things similar to this before. Is there a way to communicate with this diety?"

With power like this, the fog god had to be a class seven, right up there with Gozer. Possibly even beyond.

[me_underfire]

You're a man after her own heart, Egon.

"I'm gonna be honest, I've never tried it," Grace bites her lip. "Some people have, and they've gotten various responses. But it almost seems like you have to be pretty deep into her cult to even get an audience, and frankly, I've had enough experience with loony cults for one lifetime."

[hauntpadour]

Science is and always will be the answer. Well, most of the time.

"I can understand. I've seen what cults can do." Summon Cthulu is what they can do. He nodded understandingly. Gods weren't often reasonable, either. There would be a solution, in time.