Test Drive Meme

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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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

[ka_mai]

It says that all gods enjoy making jokes at my expense. Even the ones here. Foggy's a bitch, this sort of thing is right up her alley.

[Ugh, why does the wizard get the cool back wings? Bert wanted those. Not that his own aren't perfectly nice wings he can use very well, but...]

[Gods, the impulse to go for the wizard's throat is strong. He's quick. So quick he can't be seen properly when he moves. It wouldn't be permanent, but it would be so, so satisfying. His prehensile, tubelike tongue darts out from between the gap in his terrible teeth, as though scenting the air. Or anticipating.]

[When he does move, in a dark blur, it's to leap up and grab the side of a building with his feet and one hand, to gain the height advantage.]

You would be a fan of hers.

[shooktheworld]

Why'd she make a joke out of you and not me, I wonder?

[He has to laugh at the tongue. If a vampire from their world were to come here, they'd easily accept Bert as one of their own kind. He could appreciate the Fog God's sense of humor, even if he was bitter that she stole his magic from him.

...And as if on queue, he felt something, something within him, as if a switch has been flipped. He knew what it was, exactly what it was, and began to grin that awful ghastly grin of his.]

Ah, there it is.

[With a flick of his wrist a flame ignited, covering his left hand in fire. It wasn't the full extent of his magic, but it was magic just the same. Magic that may hopefully make hungry, angry vampires think twice about eating him.]

[ka_mai]

Because only one of us is ka mai.

[The eternal butt of the universe's jests. Even here, even now. All of the things Bert had wanted out of his monster form, he'd gotten. But only as a vampire. What a grand laugh for old Foggy!]

[It's instinct, when the wizard displays magic. Bert's form softens and blurs and stretches, growing insubstantial until there's only a dark grayish black mist hovering where he'd been hanging from the edge of the building. It's more out of fear that he's about to have a fireball launched at him, but in retrospect, it has to look rather impressive]

You aren't the only one with tricks, Broadcloak.

[Pity his ability to bend wills doesn't work on other monsters. It'd be a damn spot of fun, making the wizard his puppet for an hour...]

[shooktheworld]

It's Flagg now, actually.

[Wow, it's been a while since anyone called him Marten Broadcloak. He watches as Bert turns into mist; it's nothing he hasn't seen before, but coming from Bert (who he never pegged as having much magical potential) it was impressive.]

Good to see you taking up some magic, boy. You'd make a fine sorcerer yet.

[Bert's probably one of the last people he'd pick to train in sorcery under normal circumstances, but it'd sure be funny to push him towards the Red.]

[ka_mai]

[Flagg. What sort of name was that? Not that it matters what name the bastard goes by.]

[Bert's glad he's taken his incorporeal form, so he can't bristle in irritation. He's no sorcerer! But the implications sting him, feed his own insecurities. It isn't as though he hasn't wrestled with what being a vampire means for him. He's even called himself, in jest, a 'Red thing'. As always, he jokes because if he doesn't the thoughts are too terrifying, too much.]

[He's always been afraid there's more darkness in his heart than the average man's.]

I haven't taken up a damned thing, it's just what vampires here can do. Can turn into other things, too.

[But he can't hold it very long yet, Bert's still learning how to use his abilities. He drifts downwards and solidifies, betting on his speed to save him if Flagg tries anything.]

[shooktheworld]

Oh, of course, of course.

[He raises both hands as if to ask forgiveness.]

Nothing I do is a Red thing, either, it's just something a sorcerer does! [See? They can both make that excuse.]