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TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY

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.

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Poyo...

[Kirby can't exactly help because Kirby can't exactly read. The young child stares up at the lady, his long troll tail swishing behind him. He looks at the flier before he points at the woman, assuming that she was trying to show him something cool. It does have a pretty picture! Did she draw it?]

Poy poyo!

[Oh, this little boy is already a monster. She bites her lip a bit, not even sure what language he'e speaking.]

Um... I'm sorry, what?

[Please forgive her, little troll child.]

Ooo...

[It's barely a language. It's more akin to a baby babbling, or at least a young monster. Kirby looks up at her, the pink quartz shimmering on his body with every movement. She seems confused... Oh wait! That's right! People liked manners! That's probably right! He complimented her art first! That was out of order!]

HIIIII!

[He reaches up and waves both arms. Better!]

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[Oh, this poor boy could barely talk. Mrs. Brisby sighs a little, more in an entertained way than an exhausted one. She waves a little bit again, not wincing at the noise level he's belting out. This woman is a mother of four small children, recall.]

Hello. Where are your parents?

Hm?

[What is a parent? Wait, no... he knows this one. His friends have parents! Those big people who look after his friends! Uhh... Birdie would count as one, but he's not here.

Kirby shrugs. Then he shakes his head. No parents!] Poyo...

[That's concerning to say the least. Mrs. Brisby glances down at the child again, ready to tug this child along. Human kids were so defenseless, as she knew. She took his hand a little tentatively.]

Are you staying with someone?

[Kirby takes it and smiles. He likes this lady! She has pretty colours and she holds his hand!] Poyo! Poyyyy!

[He slams his free hand upon his chest. It's hard to communicate that he wanders around and hopes someone takes him each night, so he just wants to say he lives on his own like any adult.]

[She doesn't understand that motion, but she'll accept it anyway with am unsure smile. Her own children she apparently can't get back to, but she won't let another child go parentless if it can be helped.]

Can you take me to where you're staying?

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