TEST DRIVE MEME

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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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Lucas is, on one hand, disappointed. Damn if he wouldn't have liked to go for a "Boo!" moment.

On the other? Oooooh, man. He relishingly pulls the metaphorical lever to get his engines burning when it's apparent that that chase is on.

He picks up his pace as Ethan does, each step rolling after the other - and when Ethan speaks up, he automatically emits a "kkkhhh -- !" sort of chuckle, and off of it, his tone and volume start to drag themselves quickly up a steep and gravelly hill.

" -- Ahwww, come on, maaaan, don't you recognize me?!" He pulls his arms out of his pockets and no sooner does he have 'em up at his sides (ta-dah!) does he remember that he's hating the sun right now, fff, there his hands go burning again, but rrrgh, screw you, sun, don't go taking this away from him...!

Hissing some of the pain out with a curdling in his throat and coarse, quasi-growling expulsion divvied between flared nostrils and the spaces between his teeth, he picks up his stride all the more - hands back in his pockets briefly, not only for the relief than for a superficial-to-imagined effect of streamlining, up until he draws one back out to point an index finger in the air, internally cluster-cursing the sunlight again and stuffing it back into cover after about two and a half seconds, damn if this couldn't be so much easier...

"Nnghhhck -- The funny thing about that! -- Ethan."

That better not be what's going on; you'd better not seriously be trying to act like you don't me right now, fucker, 'cause if you are it's plumb stupid...

He tries to keep momentum going at a sidestep and shuffle himself into Ethan's line of sight.

And he wants to laugh, but with connection now established, rising, roiling heatedness keeps every sound he can make too pre-expanded to forcibly compress into anything he could do otherwise. In spite of the at-least-partially fixed, fanged smile and the emphaticness

Everything comes out sounding at least somewhat unignorably coarse.

"So am I!"

He is actually not - actively, anyway. He last fed a couple of nights ago, and monsters of all stripes can last way more than a few days without fresh blood or meat. Then again, true, distantly pacing oneself isn't necessary, and when opportunity pops up, Lucas isn't exactly terribly good at self-discipline or temperance.

"I know -- I knowww! Funny, right?!"

His words start picking up speed.

"Now, uh -- ! You and me probably ain't lookin' for the same kinds of snack right now! But anyways! Maaaaybe you and I oughta go around and look together -- you know? As a couple of old buddies with a... ssssshit-ton a' catching up to do!"