Test drive meme: January

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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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iii. monster is wendigo

[vaastavikita]

[The Architech known as Symmetra is finding herself in a difficult and most undignified situation; laying in a gutter with claws and bones erupting most painfully from her skin is hardly ideal, but at the moment her knees have jutted backward and she's finding it incredibly difficult to wrap her head around standing upright, let alone walking to a more secure, a more private location. For now, all she can do is wheeze and gasp and mutter in her native tongue to keep herself from shrieking in pain—

—and then she's being rolled over and something strong and fiery is on her lips, burning the back of her throat as she gasps and chokes it back. She sputters:]

What foul poison is that?!

[mamafell]

Why, that's nature's finest nostrum, missy. [ she takes a moment before she speaks again - making a terrible hacking sound as she pushes something out from the back of her throat, and spitting to the side. yeah, that spit is... a lot bloodier than it probably should be. is that a tooth in the mass? ] Firewater fresh from the bottle. May not fix your ails, but it'll sure as hell let you ignore 'em a while.

[ she brings the bottle to her own lips, knocking back a swig without even flinching. looks like she's got some experience with that. ]

Thal's balls, your legs look like shite, don't they. Have it in you to walk?

[vaastavikita]

Well, it tastes ungodly.

[Satya cringes, averts her gaze away from that bloody mess, and struggles to sit up. She can manage that much, at least. She grimaces as one of her knees lurches a few inches backwards with a sickening crunch.]

They don't just look that way. I won't be standing anytime soon, I'm afraid.