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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.
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Have a shiny green harpy peering at you.]
You're in Ryslig.
Thanks.
[What even.]
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So is Ryslig what you call purgatory, or...?
[She woke up here immediately after having been stabbed to death and meeting with her own creepy, beloved, racquetball-gear-clad guardian angel. She'd taken Mary's hand, everything had faded to white...and then boom, she's choking on seawater. It's a fair question to ask, though it likely seems bizarre to anyone unaware of her circumstances. That grin, though? Still firmly in place despite the nature of her inquiry.]
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Purgatory? I mean maybe...does that mean you're one of those who died in your world...but you're joking, right?
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[She's like 80% sure it was the liver, anyway--and 80% is close enough, as they say, for government work. Her tone is too lighthearted, too jocular...it doesn't match her words, and yet she lacks the air of someone making a joke. Clearly this is someone with very little regard for grave situations...including her current safety, given the way she extends a hand to this strange monster-man without so much as a shred of hesitation.]
Come on, help me up!
[And because he's taking too long (even though she literally just asked him to help her a second ago) she flaps her hand at him. Hurry up already! Can't he see that she wants to stretch her legs?]
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Then-]
Ow. Are you sure?
[But she seems so intent on getting help he finds himself reaching down, finally. His hand doesn't feel at all like a human's, though there's some kind of opposable thumb. It's lean and black and scaly and the fingernails are actual claws, filed down.]
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[Stressing words that don't really need stressing, as per usual, Yang clutches his hand a little too tightly in hers and yanks. Does she notice that his hand is seven shades of screwed up? Can't be sure, because if so she doesn't react to it at all.]
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You just got here and you think you're dead? I have to ask, does your world have monsters?
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[She sounds so very put-upon as she tries, in vain, to brush the wet sand from her clothes. As if the questions Birdbrain here is asking her are difficult to answer or deeply personal, when in reality they're neither.]
Monsters? I suppose that depends on what you think qualifies as a monster, now, doesn't it?
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[Bonding. He scratches the backs of one of his legs with a foot.]
I guess some people here do think they're dead back home.
And...generally animal-like people who didn't start out as animals. Or corpses or robots.
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[People who've committed monstrous acts, in other words. People like Yang's not-so-dearly departed Daddy, who's currently moldering in the ground where he belongs. If there is a hell, she hopes he's burning there as she speaks.]