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.

Comments

[istherelifeonmars]

[Elsa is well aware of the power and freedom that comes with being able to make one's own choices. She's no stranger to making the decision to sell her body and her more sordid skills, after all, even if she tends to keep her own past in that regard fairly discreet.]

This is all, at this point, a tremendous "if", Ima. Who can tell where it might go, in the end? If you ask me, riches and applause await both of us, and we only have to heed the call.

[For Elsa, after all, applause is really synonymous with caring and love.]

[gourmandized]

[Ima's only interested in "riches" insofar as they can cover her living expenses. As Barbara, she led a life of luxury and found it deeply unsatisfying. Elsa can aim for higher living (and may she truly enjoy it once she gets there), but Ima will always choose to be among friends, no matter where that might take her.]

I'd settle for a place to sleep and a basic job right now.

[Well-to-do young ladies don't seek careers, of course, that's for women of lower class--meaning the only job Ima's had in her entire life was her spot in the freak show. So what the hell is she going to do here? She hasn't been trained in any easily marketable trade and she can't spend hours at a time on her feet. Still, she's not going to kick back and expect strangers to pay her way. She'll figure something out, surely...]

[istherelifeonmars]

[Wealth is all well and good, but as far as Elsa is concerned, it's not worth it to have money unless one's name and face are known to admiring throngs of fans. Being among friends is important as well, of course... so long as they are safely outside the edges of the spotlight that Elsa covets for herself.]

"Settle." I despise that word. It doesn't even pretend to be fulfilled, like "content." It says that you have made the easier choice, and allowed yourself to become unhappy.

[Her manicured hands press into Ima's broad shoulders.]

I would never want "settling" for any of my children.