Test Drive Meme: July

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TEST DRIVE MEME: JULY

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 is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin 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 on the more informative end of the scale. 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 readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."

Then there are 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

[junosteel]

I know, you've said that already. It sucks.

[But ouch. Juno sympathizes with what Newt says. A few months ago, he would've immediately thought the same of himself. But that was before he went on an internal exploration of his trauma and shit. He's trying.]

Don't you even wanna, y'know, go back and fix things maybe? I...don't know if being forced to destroy the world can really be fixed, but....

[He sighs, instinctively going to run a hand through his hair before remembering he has far less hair than when he was human. Unnerved, he puts his hand back down.]

I mean, I don't know if this is even comparable, but this dude who wanted to run for mayor manipulated me into doing what he wanted and killing a bunch of people for the sake of his career and messed up my brain with a stupid cybernetic eye. So that was a fun few months of my existence.

[...Now that he's thinking about it, he never actually. Went back to fix that. If it even could be fixed. The people love Ramses as mayor, despite him being a two-timing, backstabbing bastard.]

discussions of mind control/existential horror?

[kscience]

What could I even do, man? Even if we can go back... I'll wake up back home with those, those things- the Precursors- in my head again. I. I can't talk. I can't move. I can't even blink on my own without them making me do it, putting words in my mouth, moving for me, doing things for me- when I woke up here, on the beach, you know, the last thing I remembered was, was being handcuffed in an interrogation room, while those things used my voice and my face and my body and I can't- I can't go back to that- When I woke up here, you know what I felt? Relieved. Because I could- I was myself again. I don't feel them in my brain anymore. If going back home means I have to go back to that- to being controlled and forced to hurt the people I care about, maybe destroy the world for good this time- then I'd rather die here, man. [Newt takes a long, shaky breath. He doesn't like talking about this. He doesn't like thinking about this. Even during the Kaiju War, he was always optimistic- that no matter what, humanity would win. Would kick alien ass right back into the breach. Ten years of slowly losing your mind to aliens hell-bent on destroying humanity kind of ruins your sense that things might be ok in the end. Anyway. Newt forces himself to stop thinking about it and grin again, even if it's strained.] That mayor sounds fucked up, dude. Corrupt politics, am I right?