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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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You know my name?

[Well informed experiment? Possibly. Did Zero figure out how to age people? One of his people? What the hell was happening. All in all this is one of the more unsettling things he's seen, and he pushes his way further up the beach, lamenting the loss of his crutch.]

Yeah. I know the story. Are you-?

[Did Cipher make a mermaid version of Big Boss?.]

[Wait, is that accent faintly English as well?]

[Kaz does his level best to sit up, propping his weight on his one hand and on a hip. It's not that he looks like Snake- he does, that's true. But also he looks a lot like Eli. Like the same set of genes was used to make him.]

[Well, he can't exactly pretend not to know him after that, and there's nothing wrong with giving him a bit of information. After all, he doesn't know what's to come in the future, and no one else is here to inform him.

Liquid can always use that to his advantage.]

We've met.

[He seems rather casual about everything, scaled arms resting on the sand, although he's far enough back that his tail remains in the water. But he's got the upper hand. There's certainly little threat involved... from Miller.

Liquid's teeth certainly give off a dangerous show, though, even though he doesn't even feed off humans with them.]

Been a while, though. [Unsure if he should mention the man's previous stint here, he opts not to. He's clearly different.] Quite a long time, in fact.

But yes... I am a fish.

[The blond man that looks like Snake and sounds like an adult Eli is saying they've met and also that he is a fish. This is more information than a man that just washed up on the beach can easily handle. And that's coming from someone who's dealt with the likes of the parasite unit and watched video of the Man on Fire. Volgin.]

[Kaz squints behind his glasses and can't formulate a response immediately because there's too much weight of confusion. Too many questions.]

Afraid I don't recognize you.

Except for a strong resemblance to someone else, I guess.

[No fish men in his life so far.]

Do you know who left me here? [He would be more angry about it, except that the situation is so bewildering as this fang mouthed monstrosity speaks to him that he can't even quite focus on fear. It's too bizarre, too unsettling.]

[He can smell that cleanliness, which is strange in contrast with the wolf smell. He even leans in a little to get a better sniff, but it remains the same. Strange.]

You'll know.

[He turns his head as he smells something else; it's not an animal, though. It's a human. The hunger starts to draw him over, but he stops himself with an animal-like growl.]

Dammit. What's a human doing out here at night? Waiting to die?

Ah, but that's where it is, isn't it? I assure you, the resemblance isn't accidental.

[Nothing wrong with being a little cryptic.

He shrugs a shoulder at the question.]

Same one who's brought everyone here. The 'Fog God.' She doesn't often leave people in my backyard, though. Who knows if there was any sort of reasoning?

[Other than 'she wants playthings,' but that's the usual thing.]

You just come in, then? And here I'd thought someone had a death wish.

( Unlike many who come to Ryslig, Dany comes from an even older time. Her silver hair is done in complicated braids, but the strands now hold a shimmer where the sand refused to be cleaned. Her dress style seems roughly Medieval, but more practical than the fancy gowns.

This man is a stranger as well, someone she doesn't recognize, but the information would be wonderful. )

They're meant to be amusing? ( Dany isn't prone to bouts of humor, not really, but she can normally understand a joke. In these, she fails to see what is meant to be funny. ) Your help would be appreciated. I'm not sure how I ended up on your shores.

( Dark eyes turn to Boone, pain creating a bit of haze over the iris, but he seems to be able to understand what he's being asked. The answer is on a delay, the agony strong enough to slow his thought processes.

It hurts, but he has to think past that.

Another wave of pain washes over him, causing him to bend down as if trying to curl into himself and simply disappear. If only it were that easy. Instead, he can feel the sharp points working their way through the sensitive flesh. )

Damn it... ( Despite his voice being so low, it's full of rage. It does allow him to grow slightly more grounded. ) Yeah, get me out of here.

[At some point, a swirling cloud of darker, denser fog — heavier than mist but quite like smoke, either — will drift into the crosshairs of Max's camera during one of those careful, deliberate shots. It takes a moment or two, but then all those little particles manage to condense into the shape of a person!....while still in mid-air, dropping them to the ground to land a perfect 360 no-scope face-plant.

A beat.]

...huh! So that's how it works. [In one fluid, graceful motion, she sits up and runs a hand through untidy black hair, then over her face to wipe the dirt or specks of gravel away, breathing deep out of pure habit. And either this woman can smell Max from a mile away or noticed her earlier or can simply hear the muted pulse of her heartbeat, like a jewel buried in mud, because there's not a trace of surprise on her face or in her posture when she looks over, blue eyes so bright and vibrant that they're practically neon, and tips a salute.] Yo!

[You've just been photobombed by a vampire. Is dabbing next? Or fidget spinners??]

( Dany is disheveled, but in between periods of regality, she has run with savages. It allows her to exist in her current condition -- dirtied but human -- without too much discomfort. Instead, the weariness is waking up on a strange island with no hints of where she may be or how she arrived on the strange land.

Abigail's look perfectly reflects how Dany feels, drawing her to the young girl. She claims the seat next to her, a hand going to her own knee as green eyes look over the pamphlet. )

It was a waste of time to read, but if it was meant to hold humor, I failed to see it.

( Daenerys is not amused by any aspect of the situation, but she won't give in to worry either. )

It's nonsense.

[It's the sound of Max's voice that causes Chloe to stir. Her entire body feels like it was hit by a truck. She coughs, trying to spit out the sand in her mouth, which is uncomfortably dry.

Chloe pulls herself into a sitting position, coughing a little more as she wipes her eyes and looks around.]

Someone's getting introspective again.

[When you've seen and dealt with the amount of shit Chloe's dealt with, this doesn't phase her as much as it should-

Or rather, she's gotten good at pretending it doesn't.

In reality, she's experiencing some really uncomfortable deja vu. How it felt standing there, facing that storm. It's almost like she got swept up in it and this is the aftermath. But she's alive, so that counts for something... right?

Chloe pulls herself up too, but she can only bring herself to glimpse towards the ocean- the last time she looked out at one, there'd been that giant tornado. She's having uncomfortable flashes to the past.

At least Max is with her. It's the only consolation she has right now dealing with whatever new bullshit there is to deal with in a world that throws it at you on the daily.]

Stupid question, but am I the only one with hella deja vu right now?

[ Abigail turns the pamphlet over in her hands, trying to work out if there's anything indicating that this all really is some sort of practical joke, and sets it aside when she's realised just how serious it is. There's part of her that wonders whether she's hallucinating all of this. ]

You really think so? They've been so nice.

[ She glances from the woman next to her on the bench back to the pamphlets, frowning a little as she flicks through the next one. ]

I don't think it is. I think it's a warning, and if we don't pay attention to it we won't last long here.

[Dany's dragons may not be around, but there is a... dragon shaped thing. The gargoyle makes her way through the crowd easily, locals moving away to avoid the heat she's emitting or the wings she didn't bother to fold.]

It's the south, actually. But probably not any south you heard of.

[Raynie grins - a casual, cheerful smile meant to be reassuring, though the fangs might spoil the impression.]

You should be glad these guys are quiet for a change. Half the time they try to sell you something.

"Sure they don't," says a voice from behind the locals.

Some of them turn, and the group parts to reveal a gargoyle. Raynie stands there with her scaled arms knitted behind her head.

"I mean," she continues in that same cheerful tone, "I bet it's just a misunderstanding. You guys aren't looking for trouble, right?"

She grins at him, a smile that's just a little to fangy to be reassuring. Her posture it relaxed, but she can reach for the spear strapped to her back in the blink of en eye.

You seem sure.

( Dany felt washed adrift and assumed the same was true for the now-nameless girl, but maybe she had miscalculated. Many of these creatures were foreign to the Queen. Despite her lack of a formal education, she wasn't stupid. They felt like stories told to scare children. Our outsiders.

Many said the same of her dragons. )

Many men have twisted tongues they use to spread lies. What makes you so sure these people are any different? Are you from this land?

( Few things can surprise Dany at this point in her life, Mother of Dragons she has become. However, Raynie's appearance manages to bring her to a complete stop. Green eyes survey her in a mixture of surprise and curiosity, but there is no disgust.

Almost instinctively, Dany raises a hand to touch the scales, but she does realize Raynie isn't one of her dragons in time to stop herself and retract the hand. What is she? A mixture of human and dragon, something even more amazing than dragons themselves. Looking doesn't supply the answer her brain seeks. )

Amazing... ( For the first time, the queen understands how others felt when they saw her step from the fire with baby dragons. Even her question no longer matters. ) I have never seen such a creature. You are much like a dragon, but I can see you are human. I don't understand.

[Golden eyes flick towards Dany's hand, but Raynie doesn't back away or even seems bothered. Gargoyles are proud creatures, and awe is flattering. Much better than newcomers who scream like she's going to eat them.]

I'm a gargoyle. I guess it's like a mix of human and dragon. [She's heard it from enough people to start using the term herself. It's more dignified than "flying lizard", at any rate.] I know it's really confusing, but… all these papers about changes? They're not all bogus.

Sure, they're nice, but---but say you eat people, alright?

[He disdainfully crumples up his copy of "Alternatives to Human Flesh" and tosses it over his shoulder.]

Let's say there's nothing you love more chowing down on some human flesh. One guy knows jack shit about being a flesh eating beast, but he's offering you dietary supplements and helpful pointers anyway. Another guy's over there, minding his own business and---I don't know, playing Bejeweled or something. Who would you want to eat? [belch] I know who I'd pick.

[Amanda does her hunting in the city, feeling naturally more at home there, but she's no stranger to the woods. She's tortured people here, and met up with allies within the solitude of the trees in order to cement common plans. The place has its uses--even in the dark, now that she has the gift of night vision.

The werewolf is moving quietly, true, but Amanda's trained to listen for slight noises and she can tell something is headed in her direction, though what exactly it is remains beyond her. It could be a normal animal, of the beast form of one of the peninsula's many monsters. Does it really matter? Whatever it might be, she's ready for it...more or less. Armed, at least, which must count for something.

Revolver pulled smoothly from its holster, she turns towards the sound of padding paws and stares into the darkness through the purple nictitating membranes over her eyes. And just in case it is a fellow monster...]

Don't get any dumb ideas.

[ He takes a deep breath. Here goes. ]

This 'Fog God' who are they and what do they want? Do they have some kind of endgame in mind? I'm assuming they must have summoned you as well, and others? And then there's the business about those [ He gestures towards his ears. ] that's what's going to happen to me? You said I'd turn into one of the monsters here, I'm assuming that's literal, why?

[ He pauses, frowns. ]

I'm not getting back to school anytime soon, am I?

You may or may not have noticed, Butters, but an older man in a stained labcoat has been standing next to the bench and watching you mutter to yourself for the past 30 seconds or so and he offers you a curt, half-hearted wave as you look up.

"Hey. And no, you're not imagining it; you're stuck in this shithole and so am I. Now that we've got that out of the way, come on," He sighs, beckoning the other man over. "Walk with me. I mean---you got the memos; there's monsters out here."

No, really! You're in a totally new dimension! Haven't you ever dimension-hopped before? Because if you haven't, I totally recommend it.

[... Well, she could come out and reveal her big secret but. She's still not sure what the heck is going on here, so she'll just. Kind of hold off correcting this girl (??????) for now.]

If you call binge-watching a bunch of different shows while you pull an all-nighter "dimension" hopping, sure. But if you're serious? I'm pretty sure you can only do that stuff in comic books and action movies.

[The sudden materialization is enough to startle Max, enough that she takes a few steps back and the scales at the back of her neck hackle up like a startled bird - but once she realizes she's not in danger she relaxes, even snorting as the woman pats herself down. As she does that, Max plucks the newly-printed photo from the end of her camera, shakes it a few time to get it to start developing... then snorts again.]

Wow. Smooth move, dude.

[She holds out the photo; though the details still haven't completely developed, it seems that she hit the shutter at just the right time. The photo managed to capture the exact moment the woman began falling, startled expression and all.]

Want a souvenir from that trip?

[Oh, that's. Okay, that's a familiar voice. A familiar voice that's making Max feel pretty damn conflicted right now; on one hand, thank god Chloe's okay, far away from that monster storm and any of the jackasses who have tried (and succeeded) killing her in Arcadia Bay. On the other hand... shit, will she be okay here, or are some other bullshit turn of events going to try and take her away again?

Max... Max doesn't want to think about that right now.]

I'm pretty used to deja vu right now. This... this isn't it. [Things are... better here, on this beach. At least for the moment.] This is like something out of the Wizard of Oz. Like... did that storm just suck us up and dump us here?

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