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

[inseine]

Javert's expression did not change. There was the barest of quivers in his lower lip, a flash of a tooth. If. Only. It. Were... it seemed to say. His eyes narrowed, and he said nothing further on the subject of the Hell denied to him.

"Why would being here merit an apology? You said you were not responsible," said Javert silkily. He perceived that this feathered thing was little danger to him, and the tightness in his jaw began to settle. "I will take none of your apologies. But if you want to be useful, rather, then tell me the way to this clinic of yours."

[polkayoureyesout]

"Fine. I'm just being sympathetic." Waldo bites back his impatience at the man's insistence on details.

"I'm Doctor Waldo Butters and it's [directions]." He jerks a thumb in the correct direction. "Do you- do you need the clinic at the moment?"

[inseine]

Javert shot Doctor Butters (my what an unfortunately English name! The English have quite the preoccupation with objects as names, do they not?) another one of his stern looks.

"It strikes me there are a few things I could use from a clinic," conceded Javert slowly. A glug of laudanum for his ills, both internal and external, would be a nice start. Perhaps it would induce a dead, dreamless sleep, and if he were terribly lucky he would remain thoroughly asleep.

"Will I find men at this clinic? Or more of you?"

[polkayoureyesout]

"Ah? Okay so you're not injured." Some kind of condition, he speculates, looking the man over.

"The villagers show up for treatment sometimes." One side of his mouth quirks sardonically at the insult. "Doctor Hawkeye, our surgeon is, well, a skeleton. We're a little short handed at the moment."

[inseine]

Javert slowly and tenderly gave his temples a good, vigorous rub. A skeleton. He was certain he heard that correctly, about as certain as he was that the thing in front of him was covered in feathers.

"I am going to walk," he rumbled lowly. Damn the laudanum. He did not intend to go to a clinic where a skeleton would administer medicines. What else was left to him but to pick a direction and keep walking until he fainted from exhaustion? He had nowhere else to go. He had no idea where on the map he ended up (Germany? Sweden?), if it existed on any map. He owned no property here, possessed no bed or shelter. And to make matters even better, he was surrounded by creatures that belonged only in a child's nightmares.

Javert shook his head.

"I advise you to leave me at this moment."

[polkayoureyesout]

"Fine." To be honest the man had lasted longer when confronted with a monster than some other newbies.

"I'll be there if you need me."

[inseine]

"Unlikely," was Javert's sullen reply as he walked slowly and deliberately away. To find his sanity, above all else.

Fat chance of that.