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

[tastyplasma]

[It's weird... some part of her wants to cover as much as she could up - and she could, if she wanted to. Throw on a turtleneck sweater and she could hide most of her scales, maybe get a big hoodie with a hood big enough to throw over her horns... but she has to admit, they're kind of cool. For now, at least.

She's trying very hard not to think of what's going to happen down the line. She's refusing to acknowledge that just yet.]

Yeah? What are you in here for?

[The way she ended up here, she knows that this other guy could just be here by accident. She'd been meaning to start poking around this Fog God stuff, but to say that she meant to wind up in Dyster now would... kind of be a lie.]

[tibet]

[What are you in here for. She makes it sound like they're in prison. Appropriate, honestly.]

I was told to come. I heard a voice and I followed it. [It's better to be forthright than evasive, especially in such a unique situation where he might need all the help he can get.] Probably the Fog God's. I don't think I've gone crazy.

[Yet goes unspoken, but there's a very clear implication that the word is on the tip of his tongue as he regards her with a wry, somewhat self-deprecating little smile. Maybe he's not ready to bust out the jokes and can-do boy scout optimism just yet, but he can still make an effort to lighten up the mood and take that first step no matter how shaky it is. He is the adult here. Gotta set a good example.]

[tastyplasma]

I don't think you've gone crazy. Not unless we all have.

[Which... you know. Can't exactly be counted out. They're all turning into weird monsters, right? Maybe that's messing with their heads in ways they aren't really aware of.]

I think... uh, I've heard of this stuff, and I'm pretty sure this is wherever the Fog God people hang out. It was either a town, or an arcade...

[She's not sure why one of them would shack up in an arcade of all places. If you're a god, wouldn't you want something big to rule over as your base of operations?]

[tibet]

[He nods along to her explanation.] The way I heard it, the Fourth God has the arcade. I was told they were the younger of the two. Not sure if that makes them a literal child, being a god and all, but. [He rolls his shoulders a little, partially to stretch, partially to shrug.] They know how to pick their image, the both of them.

[Which is to say, one sounds like a kid, the other... Well, let's just say this one's dominion takes fully advantage of the foggy aspect and everything associated with the image — including the things that lurk in it. From somewhere far-off, Cooper hears the echo of a laugh, one that matches the ecstatic shriek of the chanters he's passed on his way through here. He tilts its head in its direction, trying to pinpoint the distance, but his eyes never stray too far from the teen's.]

What do you think? Feel like waiting for that line? [Something in him doubts it would be a huge one, but you never know. He thought he was going to be alone, after all.]

[tastyplasma]

At least neither of them are going for the big overblown temple thing. I guess you gotta give them credit for that.

[As much as she adores the whole greco-roman temple setup from an artistic standpoint, she's gotta admit that it's really kinda just. A big dick-swinging contest between all the gods, right? This is a bit more subtle, at least.]

... Yeah. It can't hurt to see what the big deal is, right?

[Even as she says this, Max sounds... a little uncertain. She's had bad experiences with supernatural bullshit, after all.]

[tibet]

[He can sense her unease. While it's totally understandable and worthy of sympathy, this is an instance where the truth — no matter how harsh — needs to be spoken sooner rather than later.]

Actually, it can. This isn't a game. [His words are firm but not negatively so. Contrary to popular belief, it's possible to be honest and kind at the same time.] What we've seen is what we're likely going to end up getting more of if we go farther.

[Which is to say, more spookiness, more bad vibes, more wailing and shriek-laughing from the chorus of followers around them, who Cooper wouldn't trust as far as he could throw. And that's not even getting into the Fog God personally.

But with all that said—]

That's why it's important to have a second pair of eyes. [He taps the side of his face with one finger, that small smile returning.] And a second opinion, should the need arise.