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

[joestarsandstripes]

Not knowing how to mind your own business.

[It may sound like a threat, but his flat delivery takes a lot of the bite out of it. He comes across as more moody than anything, which is fitting considering he's both a teenager and a horse. Truly a temperamental combo.]

[peccatore]

A-- Ah.

[WELL. That sure sounds like his cue to get out of here.

... But when he looks at this kid trying to stay afloat...]

I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, I really am. But I was wondering if, er, if you're okay.

[joestarsandstripes]

Oh, I'm just peachy.

[He can breath just fine underwater, which is surreal and just a little disturbing, so he doesn't necessarily need to keep his head above water. He just doesn't like not being able to see who might be wandering around or into the lake.]

I wanted a pair of working legs and now I've got 'em.

[peccatore]

[It suddenly hits Marco that he may be digging himself into a hole here. Unfortunately, it only hits him AFTER he's gotten out the following three words:]

What happened to--

[He swears he just wanted to help, and yet here he is blurting out intrusive questions the answers to which just don't matter.]

W-What I mean to say - Well, you see, since I'm a merman, and, ah, I'm assuming you're new, and-- and I heard something, actually, what just happened? In any case, my point was...

[Is he the one who needs help now??]

[joestarsandstripes]

[For a moment Johnny just stares, unblinking, daring to continue his line of thought in the direction it looks like it's going. Much like a junkyard dog waits beside the fence, ears pricked and muscles tense, just waiting for someone to step within the limits of its chain.]

[Thankfully Marco is a pretty smart cookie, and backpedals before he can say something that'll make Johnny want to sink his teeth into him.]

If you're wondering about the blood, it's not mine.

[peccatore]

[Well, that saves him the trouble of asking. He's pretty sure that's not how kelpies feed, though...]

Were you... trying to hunt?