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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.

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i.

[Murdoc just got done with that stupid plastic beach chapter of his life. He was just settled into a nice apartment in Eastern London with his band members after years of being separated and now he's here. On a beach. A damn! Beach!

Frustrated, the bassist gets to his feet and starts brushing himself off, turning his head to spit out some sand that had gotten in his mouth when he washed upon the shore. He was sick of being away from home, can't he just have one day where nothing went completely haywire?

...apparently not, since he just turned around to a line of people all holding guns and pointing them right at him. Slowly, Murdoc raises his arms above his head, snarling at them with the look of a man who knew that he deserved whatever the fuck was going to happen.]

Shit.

ii.

[Distantly (or if you're unlucky, not so distantly at all) there's the sound of laughter erupting on the streets. The source being a green fellow with a hand over his eyes, laughing his ass off at a pamphlet in his other hand.]

Demons?! You lot really think it's possible to just turn into a- i-into a demon?!

[His laughs start to calm down a little, and he wipes a tear from his eye as he hands the pamphlet back to the villager who had given it to him. They scurry off quickly, and he nudges whomever the nearest person is with a rather amused expression on his face.]

Did'ja hear that? They think people can just turn into demons! I'll tell 'ya it's a lot harder than prayin' to Satan while listening to your favourite My Chemical Romance album in your little bedroom, so you can get back at your mother for making you wear a proper suit for prom.

[Murdoc pulls a bottle of whisky out of who the fuck knows where and downs quite a bit of it before he continues.]

Ooohhhh, that's quite nice. Goes down a bit like gasoline. Now, I- I'll tell you about a rrrreal demon. A demon that goes by the name of so-bri-e-ty. Betcha' haven't heard of that one before.

wildcard.

[if youve got something else in mind just throw it at me im Here]

[As luck and the laws of comedy would have it, Noodle is right there on the block to hear that outburst! Near or far, though, its effect on her would be the same: she'd know that raven's squawk of a voice anywhere, and it's never been accompanied by anything pleasant.

For other people, that is. Noodle herself can very much handle it, having grown up around him with both the brains and spirit necessary to keep him in his place. And in this impish new form, with her powers and talent for mischief? A reunion with the green old man actually sounds fun.

So, in her shadow form, she glides across the pavement and wall until she's right in Murdoc's own shadow, listening as he Murdoc-grunts his way through an impressive pull of hammerspace'd hammer-juice. She waits for juuust the right moment, and then...]

And speak of that devil, here I am!

[-she exclaims as she springs up seemingly out of the ground, mini-crow-wings fluttering and puckish face alight with mirth! Hello, old friend, she'd like to personally welcome you to Hell.]

Edited 2018-07-29 18:19 (UTC)

[As soon as Noodle springs up behind him and yells, Murdoc lets out a rather girlish sounding yell of his own and his whisky goes falling out of his hand and shattering to the ground below. It felt like he had watched it in slow motion, grasping out last minute only to be too slow as the only thing that keeps him sane spills all over the concrete.]

NOODLE, YOU LITTLE BI--

[He whips around, red in the face with his finger pointing at his guitarist angrily but as soon as he sees her new form he freezes right in place. His eyes look her up and down and the expression on his face is something of confusion mixed with horror.]

...what. The hell.

[Nope, your eyes are not deceiving you! It's not the whiskey playing tricks on your mind! That really is your guitarist, standing about as tall as she did in her teen years, now blue and spiky and bearing more than a slight resemblance to a mythical Japanese imp! And oh man, the look of sheer bamboozlement on your face right now, complete with an accusatory point that just instantly wilted, is already worth the effort; it's her turn to erupt into a fit of crow-like cackling, showing off some razorlike teeth and a long curling tongue of her own (look, pater, she takes after you!), before she continues.]

What do you think, hm? I admit, I'm not actually a demon - rather, a goblin. But it is very much possible to become a demon, with or without the angsty music!

[She then gives Murdoc a squinted look-over, stroking her chin with her clawed fingers.]

I wonder what you'd get, old man...

[Murdoc just stares at Noodle, almost likehe's seen a ghost. She does vaguely still remember the girl he knew and-- though he wouldn't admit it-- loved, and yet she's.... it's hard to just take it in. The fact that she's acting so casual about all of this isn't helping.]

What-- what do you mean "what I'd get"?! You mean to tell me those morons going off about people turning into mmmmonsters and whatever else is true?

[He sighs, bringing a hand up to his head as if he was getting a headache.]

I thought escaping Plastic Beach in one piece was the biggest of my worries and yet here we are! Everybody's turning into fucking monsters like it's the new bellbottom jeans! Wonderful!

Nope! Sure haven't!

[The man standing next to Murdoc looks human, but there's also something strangely rigid about him, like he's an insect wearing his skin as a costume.

He elbows Murdoc a couple of times in the rib cage. Eh, eh?]

Say, tell me another one, would you? I need something to distract me from the ever-present threat of death that haunts all mortal beings!

Test Drive Meme: July

murdoc niccals || gorillaz || i know its late dont @ me

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