TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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.

Comments

In the City: In which a guy I used to play here makes a cameo

[zackthekiller]

[If Cathy was looking for company, she might want to be more careful about what she wishes for. It seems her complaints were overheard, and now a curious mechanical nightmare is poking his head out of an alleyway to see what the fuss was about.

His rigid features cannot betray much emotion, but the eyelids go up once he spots the one armed woman wandering about.]

Oh, for fuck's sake! [The robot bitterly grumbles.] How the hell are you still alive?!

[If the bloodied clothes weren't familiar, that voice coming out of his internal speakers might be a dead giveaway.]

it's robot furry time

[sinsation]

["For fuck's sake" indeed, honestly! There's hardly such thing as a friendly face when it comes to Cathy; her closest companions are more acquaintances she gets catty with sometimes than anything, and everyone else is an enemy.

Zack, especially, is not a catty companion. Perhaps at one time, but certainly not anymore.

Cathy hears the voice first, and despite its metallic intonation, it's distinctly Zack's voice. When she turns to face him, however, she's met with something that looks like it crawled out of some Five Minutes At Maddie's game or an abandoned theme park creepypasta. It's simultaneously tacky and... genuinely a little creepy.]

Wh...

[Her eyes narrow and her lips purse as she looks the thing up and down once more. This is what was making Zack's voice? She recognises the dirty jacket, at least... And his sudden outburst seems to be in-line with the last thing she can remember.]

I could ask you the same thing; if the drugs you took weren't going to do it, then that stunt of yours should have finished you off eventually.

What's with that ridiculous costume, anyway? You didn't strike me as the type to be into furry culture.

[yes she thinks it's a fursuit]

BEEP BOOP MOTHERF*CKER

[zackthekiller]

[You guessed it, that is definitely Zack as a beat up animatronic. He... Seems to be trying to smile? Or grimace? The jaw can only move up and down, and it's definitely not doing a good job of lip sync.]

Yeah, well, I'm pretty fucking hard to kill. And whadya mean "furry subculture?!" The robot shit ain't a costume.

[If Cathy's paying attention to his arms, the fabric of his sleeves seem to be draping over his body funny...]

[sinsation]

[There's some smile in his tone, maybe, and Cathy finds it obnoxiously cheeky regardless of whether or not it's actually there. Zack's whole existence reeks of an aggravating aura. It just reeks in general actually. But if it's not a costume, then...

She takes a step forward to get a closer look. Did he mangle his arms or s--

His mouth. His mouth is hollow, and there's nothing human behind it when it moves.]

...what?

[What the hell is she looking at?

...Cathy snorts. Smiles. Laughs a little. Her eyes scan Zack keenly, torn between triumph and fear.] So you're a self-fulfilling prophecy after all, hm? Went off and became something inhuman to match that monstrous spirit of yours. How very interesting!