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graveyardsmash2017-05-12 04:11 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME
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 of the natives are trying to get on your good side with 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? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
Deadpool | 20th Century Fox's Deadpool | Warning: Crude R-rated Humor
Hey...hey people! One at a time! But I’m glad to have this many adoring fans wanting my autograph!
[Which isn’t the intent of the natives trying to hand pamphlet after pamphlet into this man’s frantically waving and suited hands lacking a pen to sign them with. It doesn’t soothe the sting of being stolen from his happy ending though. He spins around and around as all the shouting devolves into unintelligible noise.]
How can anyone not want-
[And whap goes one of the sheets of paper slaps into his face before he pulls it off to finally read and punch the culprit responsible offhand while doing so.]
Alternatives to Human Flesh? Well I’m not one to judge. But the last time someone tried that, they were at it a long time.
[Too bad that his powers were gone and the butterface didn’t leave with them. And with no method of finding out the fact outside of the hard road]
Oh you mean I’m the one who’ll be eating it? Don’t tempt me, I heard good things about it, like how it’ll do wonders for this figure~
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B - And Bone (Lich)
So explain to me why I’m here again crazy fangirl, because I remember the last time and I already have a woman with an undying commitment, something you don’t have!
*POP*
Oh sweet Chimeny Crickets dick, what was that…?!
[Swiftly the man turns toward the nearest building so that he can unzip leather spandex leggings and peer down at where that extremely unsettling sound came from.]
…. Holy shit, what are doing over there little buddy?
[He inches his hand down and flicks it side to side within the empty space… then jiggles the free-floating appendage in both horror and curiosity. Even from beneath his mask, one would be able to detect a wide grin on the man’s face, if his sudden giggling is anything to judge from.]
Squee! The possibilities with this!
[But the changes from the fog didn’t stop there. From under his right glove the skin there crawled as pain that would leave most men screaming in agony engulfed the hand underneath until something started flaking off and dripping. Pulling away his glove revealed the skeletal remains of where was once flesh and blood. Though the rest of the glove suddenly disintegrated into rotten strands.]
Huh. Good thing I still have ol’ lefty-
[With a wet plop, rotted meat and decayed leather slipped from his left hand. A crime such as this leaves a man absolutely numb. He stared at the fallen lump, shifted his gaze to appendages that were now nothing but bone, then back to the lost flesh and it stayed there for a long time..
Is the sinking coldness in his chest once again the feeling of heartbreak or was it just his actual heart literally trying to vacate the premises of his body as well.]
B
But she eyes the transformations with a distinct curiosity, watching with no other reaction when people shriek in pain as their limbs start to change shape.
There is one who doesn't show pain, though. In fact, he displays very colorful language. To an eight-year-old in the 1950s, this sort of language is unheard of... So of all the things to shock her, it isn't the death or the loss of limbs that this man shows - it's his words.]
Didn't anyone ever tell you not to say such bad words?
[Because clearly transforming into a dead, skeletal thing is no excuse. No, he should be screaming in pain instead!]
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Well hello, I didn't see you there!
[...Should probably avoid touching any other parts of his suit, so instead the man leans against the building, unaware of or merely ignoring as the concrete and other inorganics slowly start corroding too.]
Didn't anyone tell you're not old enough to give lip to adults? Sure we wouldn't want a little girl running around saying words like "ass" and the dreaded "f-word", but let's be real here... how likely is that?
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Still, this guy is rude, swearing or not. There's no need to put on the charm for him, at least not yet, so she folds her arms.]
Hmph. Aren't adults supposed to set good examples for children?
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And there's a reason the movie I came from is rated R, sweetie. Not all adults can be upstanding role models for the kiddies.
[Has it also been established enough that this man's sanity is in question? He turns his head as the "decaying" from under his skeletal hand keeps spreading. Oh well.]
Now don't you have a mommy or daddy to go back to? Or are they not here? Got themselves eaten by other monsters?
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My mommy and daddy aren't here.
[She huffs the words, but grins slightly. See, she can make it on her own without her parents.]
And they wouldn't get themselves eaten, unlike some people.