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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2017-05-12 04:11 pm
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TEST DRIVE MEME

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.

theredstoneoffate: (sad and exposition)

[personal profile] theredstoneoffate 2017-05-29 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not very surprising. The humans didn't pay the mice much mind, and the field animals returned the sentiment. It was just that if the farmer did decide to pay attention, it was much more dangerous.

"After the harvest season ended, usually there were places leftover for families to move into, and lots of food. It's where my husband and I first started our family."

Mice didn't live a terribly long time, compared to humans. By the time one spring became another, a field mouse that lived in the wild had gone through almost their entire life. If she had been home much longer, her children likely would have had to rely on each other for continued survival. But such was life.
lastsonofgilead: (Carry the blessed home)

[personal profile] lastsonofgilead 2017-05-30 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah, I see."

That made perfect sense to him.

"Are your children grown?"
theredstoneoffate: (afraid or just learning)

[personal profile] theredstoneoffate 2017-06-05 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, they're still young." She shook her head a bit. The other mice, if they were gracious enough, could help take care of the kids. Not much different than her own childhood, to be fair. "but... I think they'll be alright."
lastsonofgilead: (And I will sing up your name)

[personal profile] lastsonofgilead 2017-06-05 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
“Children are oft more resourceful than we give them credit for.”

If they have to be separated from her, at least it’s that she is in Ryslig and not the children.
theredstoneoffate: (afraid or just learning)

[personal profile] theredstoneoffate 2017-06-06 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think my eldest two could handle themselves very well. But my youngest son- Timmy- he's recovering from a terrible bout of pnuemonia still."

She had nearly forgotten, in all of this whirlwind. Without her there he might go outside, catch his death of cold again... and all her hard work would have been for nothing. The younger woman froze, a striking look of fear suddenly on her face.
lastsonofgilead: (Carry the blessed home)

[personal profile] lastsonofgilead 2017-06-07 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
He's a little surprised. He'd never thought mice could get pneumonia.

"There'll be water if god wills it."

That's the problem when someone sees ka, and the force of White vs Red, in everything: everything can be put to that. Every victory, ever defeat. It doesn't mean you don't still try your damnedest, but sometimes things are just going to be.

"And if your elder children are capable of taking care of themselves, they ought to be able to look after Timmy."
theredstoneoffate: (sad and exposition)

[personal profile] theredstoneoffate 2017-06-11 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Not the most comforting thought. Elizabeth Brisby may be meek, but she isn't particular keen on just accepting fate. Things happen for a reason, but they can be changed. She knows that from experiences.

"I hope so. But Timmy- he's so strong willed. Just like his brother. I can only hope for the best."
lastsonofgilead: (Soon you all shall be free)

[personal profile] lastsonofgilead 2017-06-12 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
"If he's strong willed, then he won't die without you there to watch over him."

And he knows a bit about being strong willed.