graveyardsmash | Test drive meme: November

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.

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[Lucky for Taako, he's not the first person to wake up on the beach today, so he's got somebody in his corner who knows what the fuck is up.]

[Okay that's a lie Casey has absolutely no fucking clue what's going on, but he knows an asshole when he sees one, and he'd really like to not witness a murder on top of every other shitty thing that's happened to him today.]

[So, yeah, hope Taako doesn't mind that his would-be savior is just some drenched gymrat in his boxers who's meaty enough to tackle most folks to the ground without much of a running start -including some pansy ass gun wielding maniac who think's he's gotta be three feet in front of someone to shoot them.]

Get fucked!

[...Actually he didn't think about what he was gonna do after tackling the guy so maybe he should work on that instead of scathing one-liners.]

Hey, take the fuckin' - get his gun, man!

[Look at him, strategizing and shit.]

[Honestly, this is one of those times where a meatshield is sorely appreciated, especially one that looks to be doing the work for him instead of letting him get shot in the face. Really a win/win all around. He sees the motion and fades left while Casey tackles right, sending this rando flinging to the ground and the gun whizzing out of reach. He grins as they grapple, getting the time to slip his wand from his shoe.]

Oh buddy, we do not need guns. Watch this.

[He points the wand towards the other man, tracing a symbol into his leg as he grips at a pouch on his belt and--

Nothing fucking happens. It's the standoff equivalent of someone clicking an empty gun, except there isn't even a sound to know he fucked up.

Taako holds there for a few seconds, before clicking his tongue and looking away.]

Well, alright, son of a bitch, we need guns.

[He'll just get that now thank you uhhhhh what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. Immediately he goes grabbing for the firearm as rando has found renewed vigor, starting to punch and kick at the other man now that he realizes he's dealing with two of these newly cursed assholes.]

[Casey doesn't know what he was expecting, really, but fuck all definitely wasn't it. He just kind of stares, forgetting for a moment that he's in the middle of grappling a dude who has no qualms with using deadly force, as he tries to figure out just what the fuck Taako hoped to accomplish there.]

...Dude. What the fu-- [OW SHIT OKAY, boot to the ribs, he forgot about the life-or-death struggle thing.]

[He's quick to trade that kick for a punch, and soon he and Shooty McGee are just beating the hell out of each other - Really Casey should just try to pin him or, you know, deescalate the fight. That would be the smart thing to do, and in the back of his mind, he knows this - he just doesn't care, 'cause the fuck this guy.]

Anytime now, pretty-boy!

[Well Casey maybe he'd have an easier time aiming if you weren't rolling on the ground like cats.]

[See, that's the thing, fuck all wasn't what he expected either. When you've spent the last hundred years being able to do absolutely rad magic shit, very suddenly not being able to do this is incredibly jarring. It's not that he necessarily has a problem killing someone trying to kill him- it certainly wouldn't be the first time- but he doesn't like that it isn't his choice, when what he wanted to do was bubble this fool and skip him across the ocean like a smooth rock.

But there isn't a lot of time to think about this right now when these two scabs are punching the shit out of each other on the floor and he really, really does not want to get shot. So he skids across the sand, ignoring the pain in his limbs, and grabs the shotgun off the ground at the same time rando gets a hand on it. Thankfully, Taako has now decided he hasn't come to play, and wrenches it out of his grip to turn around on the pile of fists and screaming now on the floor.

Nevermind he doesn't know how to shoot this particular gun, or most guns. How hard can it be?]

Hey! Stop, fuckin', climbing all over each other like a pair of horny teenagers, this is hard enough without all the fists!

[He doesn't super care about shooting this new guy, but what he does continue to need is a meatshield.]

Can't you just toss him into the ocean or something?

Test drive meme: November

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