Test drive meme: November

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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.

Comments

[girlcorrupted]

[ Get ready for that luck to get worse from now on Tim...

She takes a firm step back, giving Tim a wide birth as she assesses him, her face finally settling on a sardonic smile. ]

It's okay...you can drop the act around me, I know who you are. Or at least who you were.

[blap_blap]

Oh, cool, okay, that's not ominous at all.

[Who he was? Jesus, way to lay it on thick there. If Tim knew that this was Jack's kid, he'd say that clearly a sense of melodrama is an inherited trait. Who he was, like that's anything more impressive than 'ugly, poor, and naive'. But, hey, at least now he's only one of those things.]

So, you're Hyperion, then? [beat] Don't answer that, it's a stupid question, you've gotta be Hyperion. Did Jack get a new secretary or something? That sucks, I kinda liked Meg?

[girlcorrupted]

No, um...My role in Hyperion was significantly more complicated than that.

[ She raises a hand to pick awkwardly at on of the flowers sprouting from the vines along the opposite arm, the red glow now faded completely to a cool light blue. ]

I suppose this is pretty unfair, my knowing who you are while I remain a complete stranger. I'm Angel, and I'm...really sorry you've ended up in this place with us.

[blap_blap]

Jack's here too, isn't he.

[Tim's voice is so flat that you could put a rug on it and call it a floor. God-fucking-dammit. He really can't catch a break, ever.]

Well, uh, I guess it's nice to meet you? [She seems nice enough, at least. A lot nicer than the other vault hunters that he had to run around with, or Jack himself, but that's a pretty low bar to pass.] And, um. So, like, I don't mean to be rude? But am I not supposed to ask about why you're all...

[He makes a vague, wavy sort of gesture at just... everything that Angel is right now.]

Vine-y?

[girlcorrupted]

[ Her mouth forms a tight line as he voices her implication, all but confirming.

Jack's first body double was different than the others...he didn't like Jack or glorify them the way the rest did, and he's the only one who made it out of there alive, as far as she knows. Though his face itself hadn't been so lucky.

...which makes the state of his face now extremely curious, but they'll have time to talk about that later. She hopes.

She blinks at his question, realizing she had been bringing attention (more attention) to her strange appearance (more strange) ]

Oh, that. I'm sorry for that as well. It is an...unfortunate side effect of residing in this place.

[blap_blap]

Oh. So that whole... monster party thing isn't just a prank? I was really hoping that everyone was just, y'know, pulling my leg about it. It just seems really impossible?

[Granted, he also was digitized and went inside Claptrap's unconscious mind, so like... maybe this isn't where he should be drawing the line. He's done and seen a lot of impossible things, what's a few more?]

[And he's having a really hard time imagining that he'll actually turn into something terrible himself. He feels fine, after all, and he'd only had a few bumps and bruises after waking up on the beach. He would've noticed if he'd been bitten by a vampire or something, right?]

[Oh, but... this also happened to her. He probably shouldn't be so insensitive.]

Not that... I mean, I'm not trying to like make light of this or anything.

[girlcorrupted]

You defeated ancient aliens, yet this is impossible to you.

[ She gives him a small, lopsided but sympathetic smile. ]

But, yes...It is no prank, though it is not nearly as bad as it looks? There are worse fates.

[ And she looks away from him then, implication not completely clear but hopefully understood. ]

I have an the beginnings of a solid archive of information on this place and the changes that take place, if you're interested.