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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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Yeah.

[He tries his best to stand- it's difficult. Slippery dry sand under him, clumsy prosthetic, no crutch. But he doesn't want to be so prone on the beach while someone- something -that looks so reminiscent of someone that badly hurt him is speaking cryptically at him.]

I have no idea where the hell this is.

[His voice is still that same tired gravel that Liquid would have known in his youth. Back when he was the White Mamba, or Eli much against his will. Miller's even wearing the Diamond Dogs insignia on his beret.]

Is Cipher behind you, too? [If only he could quite connect the dots, except one really can't be blamed for perplexed reactions to Time Travel.]

Cipher? Ahaha, is it really not obvious?

[It's pretty obvious to Liquid it's Miller, but he's known him like this. This Miller's obviously picked up something on what he is, but it's a long stretch from the angry child he once was.]

No, I suppose it wouldn't be. It has been a long time, after all. Behind me... yes, unfortunately. With me? Certainly not.

[He lifts a hand to gesture to the sand.]

This is my beach. The entire peninsula itself is called Ryslig, not that a name's much help to anyone. Don't expect to be making it back to Mother Base anytime soon.

Your beach? [He asks in the time old tradition of repeating words as a question.]

Why won't I be making it back to motherbase? What happened to it? [The question is forceful because the implication in his mind is that it's been destroyed. That his efforts to protect his home have failed. Well... not that it's much of a home. Considering the entire thing turned out a decoy: genuine to him, a falsehood to others.]

[But still, he built it. He tried to protect it. It's his home, and his immediate and unsurprising conclusion is that it's fallen again.]

[Not to mention he's on a beach being faced with a mer-Boss.]

Ryslig. Where can I find a town? Village? Anything... [Presumably where a phone or radio or civilization would be. And hopefully not some enemy encampment. He has no reason to trust the creature from the blue lagoon, especially since it's toying with him a little. But it's the only source of information he has.]

My beach. I live around here, you see. [In fact, there's a particular wrecked boat down the street a ways, although it's not visible from here.]

But it's not so much there as here. I'm sure it'll be fine if you do return, but that's the problem, isn't it? There's no way back, not yet.

[Hey, he might be messing with him, but at least it's information.]

If you go that way, [he gestures in a direction away from the beach,] you'll hit Vandare eventually. It's not horribly far.

[He's never heard of a Vandare and he's been a lot of places. Even considering a "Van" as the first part of a Germanic town name, the second half is still bewildering.]

[As for being "not horribly far", it feels like miles.]

[Miller turns and looks towards the stranger in the ocean. Just to verify that it is indeed a mermaid he's seeing. And, yes, it seems to be some sort of Cipher produced mermaid that claims to be acquainted with him.]

[Yeah. This is a bit much, even for him.]

Who occupies Vandare? What nationality? [What language...]

[It's definitely a mermaid, his tail splashing occasionally underneath the water. Not exactly the beautiful type, but he's there.

The question gives him pause for a moment.]

Ryslig...ian?

[He's never really put much thought into what people who live here are called, having never really heard one say much beyond the city in which they live. Hmm. But, either way.]

Vandare's been split into two, a monster... tolerant side and a human side. Don't even think of going over to the human side. They'll shoot you on sight, and while I'm sure in other circumstances you'd be able to defend yourself... well.

[He leaves it at that.]

Of course, most people prefer Bavan, but that's a lot further away.

[He takes monsters to mean clones, or parasite soldiers or whatever chimera creature Zero must have come up with here. It's close enough.]

[He doesn't really want to get shot in the face when he can barely walk, and he doubts he'll make it to this Bavan, wherever the hell that is. Nothing to pull the wind from his sails than having to hobble unaided by a crutch.]

[But there's a sizable branch. That'll have to do. He goes over towards the grass near the edge of the sand, reaching for a salt-dried wind-broken branch. There's still a stick jutting out of the side, but he doesn't exactly have a lot of options.]

How do you tell which side is which? Outside of someone pointing a gun at you?

...Are you also suggesting that I'm a monster?

[It took him a moment.]

Oh, not yet. That's later.

[Yep, just casually drop that there like it's no big deal.]

But generally, it's pretty obvious who isn't from around here. So anyone who's an outsider, they'll treat like they've already changed. It used to be worse.

[But there was all this fighting that he was totally involved in and that's why he ended up sticking around in the first place. Along with the whole being near the sea thing and everything.]

It'll be easier to get into the right side in the first place. The other one's a bit blocked off. But, you know, I suppose I can help if you need it.

[Look, maybe watching him struggle with the branch is a little painful.]

You can leave the water?

What do you mean "that's later?"

[Questions and questions and more questions. He's not exactly refusing the help. He doesn't have the frame of reference to do that. Even if he demanded to be left alone, this thing could rush up on him as if he didn't count.]

[Is he infected with something? Like the thing that's stained and ruined his eyes? Something like Cipher's parasites? At this rate it wouldn't surprise him. It seems like the most obvious option, with this cagey game of vague answers.]

It'd be hard to actually do anything but swim if I couldn't. Hold on.

[And with that, he swims away, leaving his other question unanswered.

About six or seven minutes later, Liquid returns, this time walking along the beach, as fully-clothed as Liquid Snake's willing to get. Pants, boots, long coat, leaving his scarred, translucent chest exposed.]

When I first came here, I was human, like you. Or, I suppose, as human as possible, depending on your views on clones. [He says that with a bit of a sneer.]

That didn't last long. It takes about a month to start, but you'll start to see the changes soon enough. Lovely welcome, isn't it?

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