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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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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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[Well, this is somewhat alarming. Not only is he quite sure he last fell asleep nowhere near the ocean, but this looks nothing like California, either. What happened, then? Even assuming that somebody may have attacked him in his sleep (unlikely, but not an impossible concern, he supposes, especially since he's getting on in years), he would think whoever did such a thing would have the decency to encase his feet in cement.

His mustache bristles some stray grains of sand away. He'll walk along the beach, attempting to assess the situation...

And the first time he sees a monster, he's sure to do a double-take.]

Four (body horror cw, because liches; bonus eye horror)

[Dying and waking up again is one thing. Not a normal thing, by any means, and even with the warnings he heard throughout the month, he's found himself woefully unprepared for it. His absolute certainty that his heart has somehow taken up residence inside a seashell is bizarre, but somehow reassuring, too; he'll have to see what to do about it.

What bothers him more, despite his reluctance to admit it, is the process his body has undergone in the hours following his death. Accelerated decomposition, he supposes, if he had to put it in layman's terms. He may not be sure what happened to his organs aside from his heart, but they still feel quite whole - unlike, say, his limbs. His right hand has just finished detaching from his wrist, the last of his tendons snapping away.]

Yet, it won't fall. Not as inconvenient as it might be, I... [Wait. Hold on. The same thing is happening to his fingers.] Each individual phalanx...? [That just seems... unnecessary.

You might think it's odd he's acting so calm about this, but suddenly, his monocle pops out!

That's because his left eyeball has just fallen out.]

And this couldn't stay attached... why, exactly?

[It's far better to feel inconvenienced than scared.]

There's not much logic to it.

[Aunamee is in a similar -- no, a worse -- state of decay, although you'd never know it. His skeletal body is hidden under a long, white robe, the clothing underneath it padded to make it look like his body is normal. Human. He wears a mask made from shards of shattered glass.

He offers a white-gloved hand. The smile is plain in his voice.]

Welcome to the peninsula.

... So it would seem.

[After a moment of staring at the eyeball in his hand, Shelly decides to put his monocle back where it was. A bit silly, he supposes, but after wearing it for so long, it feels odd to not be wearing it when he's out and about.]

Thank you. [He shakes his hand with surprising firmness - it's surprising to him, mostly. If he couldn't see it with his own eyes (... eye), he would never think it's been detached from the rest of his body.] May I ask what type of creature you are?

The same as you, dear stranger.

[He squeezes the hand before releasing it. It's a quick, little reassurance -- a promise of camaraderie.]

But I have little tolerance for mess, and so I've taken steps to avoid it. It's an unfortunate business at the start, isn't it?

[Well, colour him impressed. If this man looks anything like he now does, he's made a remarkable job of hiding it.]

I can see how this will be... an inconvenience. [Not only when it comes to his usual line of work, should he find a viable way of resuming it, but also...] I rather enjoy cooking, you see.

I recommend stripping your flesh. As I did.

[Delicately, he pulls one of the clean, white gloves from his hand. The skeleton underneath is just as clean, just as white, although it's clearly broken at the wrist. Shards of bones hang suspended along the joint. Some of the other bones are cracked. ]

The bacteria that's breaking down your skin and organs are liable to make people sick, should they end up in your cooking.

[Speaking of impressed.

If he hadn't already come to terms with the fact that he's in a different place, Shelly would, again, be incredulous. How can a hand of pure bone, with no muscle, be able to move?

He notes the broken wrist, too, but refrains from mentioning it. He assumes the injury had nothing to do with the man's changes; it wouldn't be proper to pry.]

Indeed, I may have to do that...

... Quite frightening, isn't it?

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