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graveyardsmash2017-09-08 02:55 pm
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Test Drive Meme
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.
Nebula | Guardians of the Galaxy, post GotG2
There's a blue woman reading - or rather, glaring - at the pamphlets in her metal hand. She's already recovered, for a set value of recovery; the prosthetics that still work have only the barest amount of functionality, while the rest of her enhancements are useless, unwanted ornaments on her body.
She seethes at the thought, and while she can't crush a person's throat anymore, she can at least crush the papers she's holding. It's not long before she marches towards someone, anyone, and points a finger in their direction.
"You."
Yes, you. Nebula steps forward and jabs a finger at one of the crumpled pamphlets in her hand, and says, "Explain this... fur fish to me."
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"Me?" Butter's clothes have mostly dried from the lake and he's managed to get a handle on what's happening, but still, he's on the edge of hysterical laughter. "Why not a fur fish? I almost got knocked down by a guy with antlers back there. I'd say hairy fish were the least of our problems."
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"I have enough modifications to last a lifetime," she says, with a metallic tinniness to her naturally breathy voice. Nebula narrows her eyes, and with an increasing harshness to her tone, continues, "If someone tries to add fur, or fins, or anything else to my body, I'll rip that scalpel out of their hands and by the time I'm done with them nobody will know where the body they were born with ends and where their custom hair trot begins."
Trout. The word is trout. Though with the way she's crushing her pamphlets now may not be the best time to correct her.
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"Nice thought, but I don't think they use scalpels. No one's talked about operations. Maybe nanobots. Or-" magic, but that's not the kind of thing you say to a stranger, even here. "-something else?"
"Are you, are you a surgeon?" He could totally see her doing that and it gives him pause for a moment. The idea of vindictive surgery is really disturbing, ok.