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TEST DRIVE MEME: NOVEMBER

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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((OOC: These prompts may contain mention of suicide, and Zack here iss a serial killer. Let me know if you would like to avoid anything too triggering.))

Arrival

[What... Where the hell was he? Why is he soaked to the bone and covered in sand?]

[Where the hell is his scythe?! And where is--]

Ray?! [He coughs up some sand. He feels awful, but...] Ray, where the fuck are you?! Hello?

[Damnit, they were supposed to escape that hellhole of a building! He's not supposed to be out here all alone!]

[Out on some weird beach he does not recognize.]

WHERE THE HELL AM I?!

The Fog God's Domain

Rrrgh, what the fuck... My head...

[Damnit, he didn't need any weird voices in his head or any weird teleportation. Again.]

[This town's empty, and there are weird people dancing about and praying to some God...]

Great. I thought I was done with this God shit...

[He glares at the proceedings in front of him until he takes notice of someone who doesn't look like one of the weirdo cultists. They probably have answers, right?]

[Zack walks up to the stranger and taps them on the shoulder.]

Hey, you have any idea how to get out of this dump? It's pissing me off.

Transformation: Troll

[At this point, Zack had gone back to his old habits of living off the streets, scaping by with what he could steal. Sure, that lifestyle came with pain, but he didn't mind that much. He was used to living off garbage and fending for himself.]

[But then one day he wakes up with this itchy feeling under his skin. He tried to tough it out at first, but the itch turned to pain like something was growing under there. Cue the haphazard scratching at his arms, the gritting of teeth, the pain he tried to bear... Before his fingers started aching as well.]

Grrrr... Damnit... Why won't it stop already-

[He heard fabric ripping.]

[He brought his hand out in front of him in confusion.]

[His claws were tearing through the bandages on his hands.]

AAAAAAAAAUUUUGH!

Monster: Troll

[Whelp, Zack now has rubies growing out of his arms and claws on his hands.]

[He was not exactly sure what to make of this situation. How do people just... Live with this??
Just randomly turning into something from a B movie that has to eat people-]

[Wait. Something just occurred to him.]

... Hey, uh... Do you have to kill people to get something to eat now?

[As a serial killer, Zack's life might have gotten a whole lot easier.]

[Funny that he would ask that now!

Lucas just so happens to be on the prowl. Hood up for some additional cover of the rising evening, lookin' to catch a mark. Isolated scents on the wind or sound of movement somewhat apart from the city crowds.

It'll be easier, of course, when the night has fully-fallen - fewer people bustling around, in general,

Even though it's prrrrobably going to be too early to pounce, heck, Lucas feels like blowing off some steam. Hunting and getting to think of getting to go for a good take-down and take-home is one way to do that.

And ughhhh, whaddyou want - his hearing's good, he's pretty sure that question was meant for him...

He wheels around, posture hunched and hands in his pockets, craning for a clear look out with narrowed red eyes under his hood, mouth just-open enough to show teeth.

... -- A kind of sneezing, wheezing single laugh into which he tips back his head.]

Kuh -- ...!

[His first assumption is that, well, it's yet another one of those squeamish types in for a rude awakening; given that he's been in an extra-bratty mood lately, 'ey, might as well prod that.

Get his kicks where he can. Make his presence felt.

His voice is on the higher end, carrying a thick Southern twang and drawl, even post-his compressing it a bit lower. Scratchier, heavier, a dragging stage-whisper.]

-- Whaddyou think...?

[Technically, you... don't. Have to. There's always food-sharing! But that's not... important to what he's going for right now.]

[Zack isn't squeamish, not by a long shot. Would there be dried blood on his (now ruined) hoodie if he was?]

[He stares at the other hooded figure, tilting his head a bit. Huh, reminds him of one of those assholes he used to work with. But he seems... Eh? Those teeth...]

[Oh, right. Must be one of the monsters here. A fucking vampire.]

... I take it, that's a yes.

[Is that... A smirk on Zack's lips?]

[Well, now, how is he supposed to know where that blood came from?

But ohh, Lucas does think so!

And his own smirk deepens - oh-ho-hooo...! Looks like he might have guessed wrong on that one, this could be fun, a further much-needed distraction at least right now...

With a hee -- ! his voice picks up in volume, posture straightening with a lean just-so-slightly back, a hand coming up to eyes beginning to burn to block out some o' what's left of the sun now that it's got more of an angle to come in, and he calls out in a high clanging-ringing:]

Whyyyyyyy -- ?

You a fan of a good hunt?!

[That smirk... A good hunt?]

Oh, hell yeah!

[Zack's grinning ear to ear like an excited kid in a candy shop. It's a good thing his own weakness to the sun hasn't kicked in yet, but he's also covered in bandages so who the fuck cares?]

[He actually found a guy who doesn't mind randomly murdering people! Let's hope he doesn't turn out to be an obsessive sicko as well.]

Hell, you have no idea how long I've had the urge to fuckin' slaughter people! Especially those stupidly happy ones...

[He snickers to himself, he's already so hype.]

[ Here Inga was, just innocently poking through people's stuff.. They look up, folds their panda-mittened hands behind their head, and smiles cheerfully. ]

Nope! But Inga is looking too. This place seems boring.

[Oh, god. They sent a scene kid here too?]

Yeah, sure. A bunch of zombie cultists in the middle of a ghost town is pretty damn boring.

Where were you looking?

[ Well, no, Inga is older than they look, and not actually a scene kid, or scene at all. They're just..Inga. And a demon. ]

Yeah! It is!

Over that way, [ They gesture in the direction they came from. ] but there's nothing useful there.

[Well, gee. How is Zack supposed to know that from first glance? He's far from being a psychic, you know.]

... Crap. Where else do you think we should look?

[Zack ain't smart. Help him please.]

Mmm~

[ Where to look? Inga taps their chin with a mitten. They may be the assistant to a detective, but Inga likes to just go on random, it’s more fun, and they don’t have their powers or Shinjuurou right now. ]

Let’s go look this way!

TDM

Zack | Angels of Death

Troll! Obnoxious murderer, meet obnoxious murderer.

Obnoxious killing sprees ahoy!

There is no better killing spree!

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