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.

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[epitaffio]

Can't you see I'm busy, dumbass?!

[When Doppio looks at the guy talking to him, his anger just sort of... ebbs away, though. It's not necessarily because of the wheelchair; it's more because he realises he might be making a little bit of a scene, and the Boss wouldn't like that. He may not be home, but it's still not a good idea to stand out.

Ah well. It's a prank call anyway, so he slams his "phone" back on the sidewalk.]

Sorry about that. Do you need help?

THANK

[joestarsandstripes]

[Wow, okay. Forget not starting shit - Johnny could brush off the insult, but he has a zero tolerance policy for pity and he can think of no other reason why this guy cooled down so quick after seeing the wheelchair.]

[Johnny knows he shouldn't open his mouth when he's got his red up, it only ever exacerbates the situation, but this guy started it.]

You're the one that needs help, asshole. Go get your head checked.

[He's not even gonna bother asking the guy to step aside - he's just gonna wheel forward and expect him to get the hell out of his way.]

[epitaffio]

What? Hey-- [He has genuinely no idea why the guy's so angry all of a sudden - maybe he was that rude, huh? His bad - but he doesn't have the time to try offering a better apology. In fact, he barely has the time to move aside, either, and a wheel ends up rolling all over his foot.]

Ow!

[Naturally, he collapses, clutching his foot... and rolls his way in front of the wheelchair's path. Naturally.]

[joestarsandstripes]

[...]

[Oh, you've gotta be shitting him.]

[Johnny feels 0 remorse for running over this guy's foot, but the way he falls to the ground afterwards is so pathetic that he has to wonder if maybe he should have given him more time to get out of the way.]

[Rather than run right over him, Johnny rolls back a bit and then just leans forward, elbows on his knees as he looks down at the guy with the dullest expression he can muster.]

...Are you serious? Come on, this is embarrassing.

[Johnny's pretty sure he barely weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet, what with the muscular atrophy and all. He can't possibly have hurt the guy that bad...right?]

[...Ugh. Ugh. He hates having a conscience. It always rears its shiny head at the worst possible moments.]

[Sighing, he holds out his hand, offering to help the guy up in a way he hopes looks more reluctant and half-assed than it feels.]

[epitaffio]

Ugh... You're the one who just ran me over...

[Doppio sees the hand, and makes a very conscious decision not to take it, instead just getting back on his feet all by himself. The way he stumbles, he does seem hurt--

And then he does it again. He starts going BRRRINGALINGALING with his own damn mouth.]

Again?!

[joestarsandstripes]

[For a second (but only a second) Johnny almost feels a little bad, seeing the guy stumble as he gets back on his feet. It's not his fault this guy is being a total baby about getting rolled over, but it is his fault that he got rolled on in the first place. He almost wants to bite out an apology just to get him out of his hair, but then the guy just - Johnny doesn't even know what he does. He's making this weird noise with his mouth like he's goddamn possessed, and he doesn't even seem to realize he's the one making it.]

[Johnny tactfully rolls backwards a little bit, putting a few inches of distance between himself and the nutjob in front of him.]

What --? No, you know what? I don't even want to know.

[At this point, he's fully intent on getting around this guy even if it means he's gotta ride off the curb and into the road in order to do so.]

[epitaffio]

It's not my fault! I don't even know who's calling.

[Augh, what if it IS the boss this time, though? And now he's lost the phone...

Oh, wait, there it is. ... There it goes.]

Hey, where do you think you're going with my phone?!

[He's going after Johnny. And if he lets him get close enough, then he's gonna try and pull a shoe right off his foot.]

[joestarsandstripes]

[Johnny has seen some pretty weird shit in his day, but this is a special kind of bizarre - he has so many questions about what the hell this guy thinks he's doing and why, but he's not gonna bother asking any of them because he doubts he'll get a coherent answer out of his crazy ass.]

[Instead, he just takes a second to look around, wondering if anyone else is seeing this shit, before doing what any red-blooded American would do in this situation - get gets violent.]

--What the fuck do you think you're doing?

[He can't mule-kick the bastard like he really wants to, but shoving hard at his face is a decent alternative.]

[epitaffio]

What do you think you're doing? That's-- Brrrrrringalingling! -- At least pick it up instead of just rolling off with it, you jackass!

[He is straight up on the ground now, trying to get at that shoe.]

[joestarsandstripes]

[Not that Johnny wants anyone's help, but this really feels like a situation where a bystander would try to intervene, or at least see what the hell is going on. Everyone around them seems to be minding their own business, though, like this is just a regular Tuesday for them. Hell, for all Johnny knows things like this happen all the time around these parts.]

[Seeing no other recourse, because reasoning with this guy clearly isn't an option, he points a finger-gun at his temple and leans in a bit to make himself real clear.]

Unless you want a nail through your skull I suggest you back the hell away from me.

[It. Hasn't yet been made apparent to him that Stands don't work here.]

[epitaffio]

[Doppio's hand is hovering near the "phone" when he feels a finger pressed to his head.

He looks up, and while the frustration is still there, it does visibly give way to confusion.]

A what through my where?

[joestarsandstripes]

A nail bullet through your skull.

[He speaks with the sort of quiet, disturbing calm of someone who is entirely comfortable with taking a life if the situation calls for it.]

I don't know if it's possible to scramble your brain worse than it already is, but unless you want to find out, I suggest you keep your hand off my boot.

[epitaffio]

[Does Doppio feel insulted? A little. Does he feel threatened? Also a little. Does he have any idea what this dude is talking about? Not exactly. He's looking at Johnny like he is the one being weird.]

Even if you had a nail gun on you, I don't think "nail bullets" are a thing. They're still just nails.

[Maybe he'd be more inclined to run if he actually SAW a nailgun anywhere nearby.]

[joestarsandstripes]

[Johnny stares hard for a moment, because every word out of this guy's mouth just seems unreal, like it's destined specifically to fuck with him.]

...Alright. It looks like something's getting lost in translation here.

[Maybe if he provided a demonstration, the message might sink in a little clearer. Johnny decides to give the nail on his forefinger a spin, to illustrate exactly what sort of nails he's actually talking about, but nothing happens.]

[He tries again, thinking maybe it was a fluke, and still nothing. His stomach immediately drops, alarm and an all-too familiar feeling of helplessness settling over him like an old coat.]

[This - this can't be happening. This can't be happening.]

[He draws his hands to himself, turning them forward and back, as the source of their deficit can be discerned at a glance.]

What the hell...?

[It's said in a hush, a disbelieving whisper, more to himself than Doppio, who seems to have been momentarily forgotten.]

[epitaffio]

[There's plenty that can be gleaned from this brief moment, and Doppio, who isn't quite as dim-witted as he appears, is certainly trying to glean it.

Maybe this guy really was talking about his fingernails. And that would mean... what? If this is a world where people turn into monsters, or even if it is just an afterlife, then magic might as well be real. Maybe. But honestly, shooting your fingernails doesn't sound very far off from what a stand ability might let you do.

Doppio assumed he couldn't use Epitaph anymore because the Boss took it with him when he left. Maybe that's not quite the case--]

BRRRRRRINGALINGALINGALINGALING!

[Goddammit, AGAIN? Fine, while the dude is distracted, Doppio's just going to steal the boot phone back from him.

... And it's just the same creepy whispers again.]

Fuck off! [And he jams the boot right back where it was.]