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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.

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[ The cuts and scrapes she'd found all over her when she'd woken up here have begun to close, the pain fading to a dull soreness, but she looks pale, tired, and scared. Abigail sits on a bench with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, given to her by a local trying to get on her good side, and thumbs through the pamphlets with a mixture of wariness and morbid curiosity. The information in most of them seems surreal and bizarre - she can't help but laugh a little at the rather adorable image that the word 'bunnyipyips' conjures up in her mind as she reads it - but as she reads the title of the next pamphlet the amusement disappears from her face entirely, replaced by nausea. "Alternatives to human flesh." This had to be some sick joke. ]

You've got to be kidding me.

III - Dyster

[ Seek us out, the voices had whispered, and before she could question it, Abigail found herself doing just that. She didn't remember how she'd gotten here, she was just here, wandering through empty streets and peering into houses that looked long abandoned, books still opened and tables set for dinner, but no signs of life at all. ]

Hello? Is anyone there?

[A scraped up, disheveled old man standing nearby looks up from his own copy o "Alternatives to human flesh" before disdainfully crumpling it up and slumping down next to Abigail.]

Right? Do they---Do they really think a flesh eating monster's going to be satisfied with deer meat and support groups? I mean, this---Th---this is patronizing. They're just asking to get eaten first.

[ 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.

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.

( 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.

[ 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.

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?

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