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graveyardsmash2018-11-08 04:03 pm
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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 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.
Liam de Lioncourt | Monster Prom
[...There's a dude chowing down on another dude in, like...
...the middle of an open street. Not a dinky little residential avenue, either. This is, like, a big ol' city street. I mean - the citizens are giving him wide berth, because of course they are, but still. Looks like... someone left his hunger unchecked for too long...?
Want to call him out for his indiscretion? Maybe just... see what the deal is?
...'Cause if so, absolutely delighted to have someone he can voice his complaints to at hand now, he's gonna grumble and look up -- well, no, actually, not look up, just... lift his head up from the poor sap's torn-open stomach, mouth full of intestines and face full of purple-and-white bear.]
I cannot believe I forgot how revolting - eugh - EATING is.
Now, don't get me wrong --
[A glint in his eyes and a grin...?
...Mouth still full of intestines?]
-- the excruciating, indescribable, unbearable pain that racked every bone in my body during the first night of the fog absolutely chilled me. A vampire... who is also a werewolf or a werebear?
So disruptive! And a walking obliteration of all those baseless cliches dictating that vampires and wereanimals can't coexist!
[...Aaaaand that glint turns into a roll, behind a couple of itty-bitty definitely-not-made-for-a-bear nerd glasses.
...Also, there sure are still intestines hanging from his teeth.]
...Although I may have a complaint to file with the so-called Fog God over how weak her jokes are. A spectacled bear? She may as well have turned me into a jumping spider with four eyes. It's not even ironic. It's not even a pun! It's just a lazy, lazy joke.
[...Aaaand finally, he looks at you dead-on.
His face is the picture of "flatly unimpressed".
...And also, he still has those intestines dangling from his teeth.]
But I've gone without eating for over four hundred years. A very good track record, if you ask me, and I can't believe that I have to start again now.
It's such an unrefined practice -- all the chewing, swallowing, saliva, digestion...
And who's going to want to take part in elaborate, meaningful discourse on human and monster arts and culture alike with a monster they've seen with intestines dangling from their teeth like some sort of barbarian??
[...]
Besides, I think part of the criteria for defining oneself as a "starving artist" is, well. Starving.
B. Wildcard.
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Keeping herself nearby as he rambled on seemingly to himself, tail wagging, ears perked, and everything.
In fact, for a moment, it's debatable whether or not this is just...
A normal fox.
At least until he asks what he's sure is a rhetorical question, getting a tilt of her tiny fox head.]
Oh, I dunno... Ibuki would love to talk stuff like that! Or, well, um -
Music parts, anyway.
Could we do that?
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They are such callous listeners.
...Don't take his speaking to you with his eyes skating up and around yours proper - the intermittent rolls, or chill-checking looks aside, or surveying the tip of your snout - badly, by the way, Ibuki. A monster develops habits when he's used to being able to utterly entrance people with a maintained stare. What a cheap way to draw others into your mystery!
He appreciates your listening, as evidenced by... another flick of his eyes aside, and a sink into a bit of a grumbling sigh of resignation...?]
As... altruistic of an offer as that is, don't worry about me. I don't need your pity.
[And another lift of his eyes into a semi-roll, as his voice swells somewhat.]
I'm resigned to my new fate! I'm prepared for every philosophical opinion and iota of knowledge on all things actually meaningful I've amassed over centuries dead to be overlooked because monsters just see a brute with organs hanging out of his teeth!
[He looks back down to her - eyes... semi-crossed as he grimaces.
Apparently around the intenstines!
Which he knows are there! But is not doing anything about!]
I don't suppose you're aware of all the werebear musicians who've been primarily responsible for pushing the envelope on modern indie electroclash and post-prog as we know it?
[Despite the... additional layer of grumble, it was meant as a rhetorical question, not a gatekeeping one.
Because of course you don't know, surely.
No one knows!]
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Plus it's super nice to meet a bear that doesn't want me to kill my friends, for once!
[Forget that she's actually met like, two werebears before - they don't count because one disappeared and the others didn't maintain contact.
Her memory span is that of a gnat and people need to accept this.
That said, she even pads forward, her snout scrunching up a bit at what he follows that up with.]
Not any werebear ones, no, but Ibuki totally gets what you're talking about... you're not tellin' me that's spread across universes now too, are you!?
Ibuki's all for experimentation and going against the mainstream in her music, but some genres really just gotta learn to stay in their lane, sometimes...!
[That's followed with a flick of her paw, as if that gesture actually... adds something meaningful...]
What's it like here, with the werebears??
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Maybe that's just how his face is . It's slightly elongated at the front, almost like a muzzle, and what at first appears to be his nose is actually his mouth.
His fin-like ears flutter, and he sounds fairly distressed when he speaks despite a clear attempt at enthusiasm.]
Maaaaaaybe that's because you haven't quite got it down, huh, champ? Raw food is just not the same.
I bet what you need is to find a good restaurant and chow down on a nice, juicy steak. Once you try something that good, believe me, you will not be able to stop. All that chewing, swallowing, saliva... boy, you have no idea what you've been missing. Those are some of the best parts!
[He chuckles nervously, wringing his hands together. He'd been told this was what happened here, but actually seeing it? It's gross. There's no way he's going to cut it living like this.]
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But what does that matter? He's more interested in the bear's rambling, more content at picking out the bits of information the other monster carelessly throws out into the open. A former vampire... At least 400 years old... Clearly unhappy with the changes. Kiyo could sympathize with that last part- He always found his new, undead existence to be something of a cruel joke.
Then again, the bear has provided enough conversation material to take his mind off his own misery.]
You know, the technology in Ryslig is advanced enough to provide us with blenders. Perhaps you could make smoothies out of your victims to ease the transition to solid food?