graveyardsmash | Test Drive Meme: July

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.

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[Lup doesn't recognize him - she couldn't possibly - but even more than that, there's really no way that John would be able to recognize her either. Not when she's sporting hooves, antlers, and that particular stomach-curling scent of rotted flesh. Even if he was able to recognize any of the seven who'd given him nothing but trouble for the last century, the elf's a wendigo now, looming and monstrous.

And absolutely laughing when that surf smacks him straight in the face.]

Hey, kemosabe. You might wanna try movin' if you don't wanna get dragged straight out to sea. Which, I dunno, may be your best bet at this point.

[She eyes him, from his soggy shoes up to that face dripping of salt water.] Y'know, that nice suit of yours is gonna need some major tlc.

[Woah. Now, John has subsumed a whole host of realities. When he was the Hunger he was host to all manner of beings from giant bears to robots and everything in between. A looming deer woman is not shocking to him the way it might be shocking for someone who all their life had only ever seen humans and thought that their little human-centric world was all there was. He's more big-picture than that on a theoretical level.

On a practical level, right now, as one man instead of a plane-spanning being? He has to admit he is a little intimidated. He's not used to being small again and he absolutely is not used to being smaller than someone else who has fangs like that.

And then she says 'kemosabe' and at least a little of that fear goes right out the window. He stands, wincing at the sensation of wet fabric. Boy. That's not pleasant. He's not used to sensation, either, at all, so this is not a great re-introduction.]

Hm. Yes it will, I suppose. But I don't have anything else to wear.

[And no money to pay a dry-cleaner. And he'd want to get it dry-cleaned, and at a good establishment.]

Test Drive Meme: July

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