graveyardsmash | Test drive meme: January

TEST DRIVE MEME: ~~NOVEMBER~~ JANUARY

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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a. | little umbrella shaped margaritas

[ For a split second, as he comes to, Merle could have sworn that he was at home. It was hard to think otherwise when the first thing he heard was the ever changing roll of the ocean and the sound of crunching sand under foot.

He groans, getting to an upright position as he surveys the landscape. This is certainly not any beach he's been on. ]

Well, shit...

[ He grumbles as he stands to his feet, head still on a swivel, trying to find any sort of familiar landmark, or at the very least, someone who looked familiar.

It's not too long before someone comes into view, and starts walking up to him. ]

Hail and --

[ Wait, no. He starts over again, his voice getting more raspy and Christopher Lloyd-like. ]

Hail and well met! You wouldn't happen to know where, uh... the nearest town is?

[ Once the person gets into view, so does the double barrel of a shot gun. The dwarf's hands shoot up in response as he laughs nervously. ]

Is this where I ask you whether you've shot five or six times?

b. | coconut oil, tan senioritas

[ Merle isn't exactly sure as to how he managed to get into Dyster. One second he was bumbling around a busy quarter of Bavan, and then the next he ends up in a completely different town. If he's bothered by it, he makes no sign of it. This still doesn't feel like the strangest thing to have happened to him, whether it's been since his entry to Ryslig or just his entire life. Hey, c'est la vie.

What he does gawk at, though, is the crowd dancing around the bonfire as he comes across it. ]

... Honestly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say a party at Golden Corral got a little out of hand here.

[ Does this mean that the Fourth equivalent would be, like, a Dave & Buster's? ]

c. | now I know how Jimmy Buffet feels

[ If you got anything else you wanna do with good ol' Merle here, gimme a heads up! Plurk is

hnnng if you have anything pressing or w/e! ]

[The human doesn't have the good graces to laugh at that, which is a shame because it was a perfectly good pop culture reference. Instead he just levels the shotgun with clear intent. This has been happening for long enough on this stretch of beach that he's run out of patience for it. No more welcome wagon. No more gentle but pointed directions into the city. It's too much trouble to be dealing with. It's gun time.

A rock flies out of the middle distance and clocks him right in the jaw. The shotgun discharges, but in his surprise the human jerks the barrels up and so it fires harmlessly into the air above Merle's head.]

Ah, what the h--

[The smooth beach stones that litter the sand beneath their feet begin to rattle. Something very large is rapidly approaching from the same direction as the rock came from. It's maned, tusked, and wearing a tailored suit. WYD?]

[ As the gun fires, Merle hits the beach. He splutters the sand that got in his mouth out, as he catches of... a minotaur with a suit on? Sure, ok. Anything goes in fantasyland, he guesses.

Still, he's not gonna take the suit as an instant sign of friendliness, so as John approaches, he's gonna scramble up and waddle over just off the beach, hiding behind some larger rocks or something.

He's forgotten about the fact that he's supposed to be able to cast magic, otherwise he'd probably be trying that right now. It's for the best, really. ]

[It's okay, Merle. John thought he was a minotaur for like three and a half months there, he gets the confusion. First he has to deal with the human, which is about as easy as just kind of, like, picking him up and tossing him. A long ways. It's fine, he's probably fine, he's just Over There Now. More importantly he's Over There without his gun, which was the real threat.

So now that that's all taken care of (more or less) John is free to swivel his big ol' troll head around to where his heat-seeking eye can see Merle plain as day.]

I can -- I know you're there, Merle.

[His voice, at least, hasn't changed.]

No jokes about my complexion, please, I'm aware.

[Symmetra isn't quite certain how she got here, either; she was brought by some Fog followers she'd met on the street, and though they seem to have walked through some type of portal, it wasn't any portal like she'd ever seen at Vishkar, or created herself. Rather, it had looked like a perfectly ordinary doorway, up until it wasn't anymore. She stands staring at the bonfire from the fringes, arms crossed, clearly uncomfortable. A voice at her elbow has her looking down and raising an eyebrow as she stares down her nose at the little man at her side.]

What, exactly, is this 'Golden Corral'?

[ He looks up at Symmetra, squinting as he processes her question. What is Golden Corral, really? Can anyone truly explain it? ]

It's a questionable buffet that serves extremely questionable food. It's something you gotta experience at least once in your life...

[ Not that Merle has been to one either, but she doesn't need to know that. ]

So... you come 'round here often? Call it a hunch, but you... uh, you don't really come off as a 'dancing around a bonfire' kind of person.

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That sounds...atrocious.

[Satya sniffs, surveying the fire and the crowd around it once more, the firelight glinting off her features almost ferociously. But Merle's remark brings a hint of a smirk to her face, and her sidelong glance back down at him confirms her amusement.]

Not at all. Dancing, yes. Bonfires, hardly. It's a bit more...

[She literally can't come up with a better word than 'barbaric,' so...]

Barbaric than I'm partial to, personally.

(Once upon a time, Lucretia had washed up on these very shores and immediately been startled by Lup's new and very different snake appearance approaching her out the blue. Now, she gets to do this to Merle. She can see where Lup derived a bit of pleasure out of the whole thing.)

If I didn't know any better, (she says, raising her voice in greeting to him over the commotion taking place near the bonfire,) I'd say that's Merle fucking Highchurch.

(Real middle names only, please. She's a bit of a sight to behold, her skin glowing faintly in the dim light, heralding her lion's tail, her brand new pair of eyes. The latter sit primly atop her forehead, the irises a deep, honey gold.) You're late.

Hey, that's Earl Merle fucking Highchurch to you!

[ Merle instantly recognizes that voice, whipping around nearly as quickly in the direction of where Lucretia was calling from. He knew and saw some of the changes that were going on and there were going to happen... but that didn't mean it was any less jarring when it somebody that he's known for a few centuries now. ]

Lucretia? Holy shiiiit.

[ He waddles over to the nephilim, peering up with a mildly awestruck gaze. ]

You... uh... did you get taller?

[ Yeah. That's exactly what it is. ]

No.

(Oh, this is delightful. That's what Lucretia likes about looking older the most honestly, it's the reactions of her crew members, too used to her looking like a mousey twenty-six year old.

That and she's turning into a monster, but that one is by the by.)

I got better posture, Merle, that's all.

Test drive meme: January

Earl Merle Hightower Highchurch | The Adventure Zone: Balance

a

walks in a week late with starbucks hello

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b.

whoops hello i am here

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b

WHOOPS HELLO I'M HERE!

ME TOO, SWEATS