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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At first it doesn't really seem like there's much to be done when Ed comes along. The Shade has finished feeding - successfully, seemingly, despite the presence of this other fellow wielding a stick - and he would've thought the creature would be less hostile toward the peninsula's new arrivals after having been sated. Despite his expectations, however, the prickle of its shadow form indicates a further intent to strike.

No need to get greedy, now.

A wide frame of tattered earth-coloured cloth drifts almost lazily between Kevron and the Shade. Swaying back and forth, a reverberating voice calls, "Don't you think you ought to find somewhere else to romp around?"

The drapes shudder with a disembodied giggle.

Coldly, the voice suggests, extending a skeletal hand forward, "An attitude like that will only make enemies with you."

Kevron jumps a bit at the approach of this bizarre new figure.

"S-Sorry! I'm not looking for trouble or anything! Just--" He stops himself, lowers his stick, and backs away a little when he realizes he's being defended, not attacked by this newcomer. Or being claimed as his meal instead. Either or.

"Yeah, you tell him..! As you can see, I am one to be feared." He gestures toward his broken pj's and waves his stick lightly.

The shade seems annoyed at the half-orc's idiotic remark, but its wariness towards the skeletal intruder prevents it from acting on its irritation. It hisses angrily at the pair before promptly fucking off.

After an awkward, slightly-too-long moment, Kevron does his best to attempt to break the ice.

"Plblblblblbl..

SsssoOOOooooo....

Who, uh, might you be..? Kind stranger..?"

Nailed it.

Edited 2018-11-26 00:57 (UTC)

The tattered figure giggles and waves as the shade retreats, cooing some sort of parting statement before folding his arms behind his back. No wrists are visible to Kevron, however; though the "sleeves" of the fabric still move with the skeletal hands, any bones belonging to the rest of the arms appear to be gone.

He twirls around to face the stranger he presumably saved, his full visage finally coming into view. Char-black bones hide under a patchwork cloak spreading apart along his torso, revealing a ribcage and spine that appears to be ever-melting some sort of tar substance that dissipates when it hits the ground. There are no definitive facial features, for only a skull with green lights in the eye sockets and silver spikes adorning its base remains on his "neck," though when he speaks again his jaw almost appears to shift into a grin. His whole visage is somewhat phantasmal in nature.

"Name's Ed!" He sways back and forth in the air some more, closing some of the distance between himself and Kevron. "You normally the type to pick fights with sorts'a folks you've never seen before?"

"Only when those folks are consuming souls, etc. Otherwise? Nah." He smiles back.

This new fellow may look horrifying, but a. he just saved Kevron's life, and b. he seems pretty chill for a Death Skeleton. The half-orc sticks his makeshift "weapon" into the sand and introduces himself in turn. "I'm Kevron." He bows his head a little as a greeting. He'd offer to shake Ed's hand, but he's not entirely sure that's a good idea.

"Glad to make your acquaintance, Ed! You, uh... from around here?

Also I'd super appreciate it if you didn't eat me and/or my soul." He's very much trying to be friendly, albeit warily.

Ed makes no attempt to offer his hand to the half-orc, preferring instead to move to his side and make some sort of motion like he's hopping onto a countertop to sit. There's absolutely nothing there, so the motion is all for theatrics.

His eyelights drift to the corpse lying a way's away from them, his lower jaw shifting to imitate a grimace. Poor bastard. "I guess I shouldn't be too surprised..." But he looks to Kevron and laughs. "Oh, don't worry, it seems kind of mean to me to go after the new arrivals since they're easy pickings. Though I guess y'all'll come back eventually."

He puts his hand to his chin and hums. "Well... I'm not from around here, but I've been here for a little bit!" His skull cocks to the side. "Where are you from?"

Test drive meme: November

beach time >:] ((ft LICHBOI cause i'm opting out of that one))

master of conversation

reason 2 why im not playing lich in-game: i'd ruin the aesthetic

this is a monch-free zone please advise

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