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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

{ He did take a second to be thankful that he had been gifted the robes he'd been slain in. Imagine, trying to deal with a cheeky stranger in not but his armor! It was going to be hard enough to retain much of a threatening aura as it was.

Kel'Thuzad allowed another laugh, this one exchanging its wetness for a more familiar sort of hollow cackle. }

Old man, how inconsiderate. I mean, you're entirely right but that's very, very rude to say, dear. You won't make any friends like that. Especially out of me.

{ With discomfort he made no effort masking, Kel'Thuzad pushed himself slowly to rest off of his hands to entirely his knees. Blinking up, (heaven above and hell below was blinking hard to remember to do!) finally the magician took measure of the Interloper. And what a curious being she was. For every would-be Champion that had crumbled under his might he couldn't say he had seen one quite like this! Like a human, but the colors were off. And the eyes... }

Let me know when you've found those manners of yours, and then I can tell you that I have no answers for you.

Those are big words from somebody on his knees.

[Look, her joints may be full of grit and on the verge of malfunction, but she's still in better shape than this guy. But...ugh. She's in no condition for a fight right now and she's not going to make threats that she can't deliver on. Which means, as much as it pains her, she'll need to play nice for the time being. For a certain value of "nice".]

...but you should know that this isn't the first crash I've survived. You'll want my help.

[Well, she can't say with full confidence that this was a crash. It could be another magic trick courtesy a bloated celestial being like Quill's father. But crash is a working theory for now until she finds out what the hell's going on.]

{ He couldn't stifle another round of laughter. Quite the lip on this lady! He loved it. Too many polite people in the world, and never enough rude people willing to play ally. }

In my defense, I'm not used to having knees.

{ Agonizingly slow, maybe, but eventually Kel'Thuzad was on his feet. He swayed with the wind, looking tattered, thin, and distinctly like the next hard breeze would have him back on all fours. For now, though, he was up and further examining the peculiar stranger.

One would think, with skin like that, she would be of Archimonde's race, or maybe a troll? But she lacked the fine hair of the latter and the hooves and tendrils of the former. What he found much more interest, however, were her...}

Rather like you probably wouldn't know what to do with a fleshy pair of arms. Learning curves, Interloper. But a crash you say?

{ He twisted his torso about, expecting to see the remains of... Anything, really. But aside from a bit of smoke in the air, there was no evidence to find. }

I doubt a crash is the issue. I don't know about you but I've slipped between realms a few times in my day. I've a suspicion a rogue portal is to blame. At least for me.

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