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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[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.

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