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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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"When you passed out on the beach before or after you got here?" Waldo has the dark suspicion Rick doesn't even know.

"What was it exactly? If someone did steal it, maybe we'll figure it out when they try to use it."

"It was after I got here. Unless---Look, let's not get hung up on technicalities. It's a portal gun, Waldo."

He turns to face Waldo, holding his hands about six inches apart and making serious eye contact.

"It's about yea big, it shoots green, glowing interdimensional portals. So If you see anyone shooting portals around, we'll---we'll take them out. You and me. What do you say?"

"Portal...gun." He does keep a straight face at least.

"You didn't happen to have a pair of springy shoes with you too?"

"If I see them, I'll try to get your gun back." Taking them out is a little too much to promise. Honestly, getting the gun back is a little too much, he thinks. But he needs to get back home.

"But if you get it, could you take me back to my world?"

What? There's two of them They can definitely take them out, Waldo. Probably. In any case, that isn't exactly their biggest dilemma right now. He pauses, furrowing his brow as he considers Waldo's request.

"I---I mean I can take you back to Chicago, but---but what's it like there? If we go up to someone and start talking about the murderous fiah people, are they going to know what we're talking about?"

Help him out here. There's a lot of parallel worlds out there and a whole bunch of them have Chicagos.

"And no, springy shoes aren't really my thing... but if you're looking for a pair, I know a guy."

"A person on the street probably won't. But there's a few of us that do know. And it's...modern there. Skyscrapers, um...roombas..." He hadn't even considered multiple Chicagos. Help.

He waves away the thing about springy shoes. "Nah. But have you ever accidentally opened a way to a place that's full of fire? Or toxic gas?" Because that's extremely possible in his experience, likely even.

"I don't know; maybe. I see a lot of worlds."

He frowns, gritting his teeth averting his eyes for a moment. Sure, maybe he's stumbled upon the odd plane of fire, but let's move on.

"There's infinite worlds out there, Waldo. Infinite worlds and---and some of them might be full of toxic gas or maybe---Look, don't think about it, Waldo. I'll get you to Chicago. We'll find your fish hunter friends and then we'll go out for pizza or something... Is pizza a thing in your Chicago?"

"Sure, not thinking about it should keep us from getting crispy." It's just a bit sarcastic, he still thinks going with Rick is the best chance he has.

"Let's do this. And yeah, pizza's a little more than a 'thing', it's almost a religion."

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