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Ryslig Helpers ([personal profile] ryslighelpers) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash2019-09-13 09:05 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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.


waspyourface: (Come to Mama Lu)

[personal profile] waspyourface 2019-11-02 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"That regularly." She confirms, fascinated by his calmness and immediate sense of curiosity. "She's quite meddlesome, really, but I do believe you have it right; she's looking for followers. It seems to me that the gods of this place are more powerful the more they are worshiped. I can't fault her some of her attempts to sway us, but I have no interest yet in getting overly involved." If she's read the room right, that will be well-received.

"Come, there are baths in the city and we can get you some dry clothes." This is an ally she's going to want to have, she thinks.
goldenherd: (PS - smirk)

[personal profile] goldenherd 2019-11-03 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mm, probably better to avoid getting too mixed up with gods that go around yanking people out of their beds and tossing them in the ocean to get their attention," Claude agrees. He's still not convinced that this isn't some kind of bizarrely vivid dream, to be honest, but the cold that's starting to creep into his bones sure feels real enough. A bath sounds like a pretty fantastic idea. He can sort out the reality of his situation after that - for now he'll just keep going along with it.

"Thank you for your kindness," he says, dipping his head to the woman in a shallow bow. "My name's Claude, by the way. And forgive me if this is a bit of an invasive question," he says. "But have you always been..." Gesturing towards her vaguely, he pauses to search for the right words. "Part spider?" Is what he settles on, rather anticlimactically.