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TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY

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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That works just fine.

[It's nothing new. He's always worked alone, always had to watch his own back. Higgs wouldn't have it any other way.

She leaps from the roof with surprising grace, landing without a sound, and the man finally rises, tall and thin beneath his dark cloak, stepping up to the edge of the rooftop but not immediately moving to join her.]

I'll take the rooftops, best to split up and take 'em by surprise.

[Without his connection to the Beach, they'll need every advantage they can get to take down any of the monsters he's seen in this place so far. A distraction on the ground before he comes up from behind? Sounds like the best plan of attack they'll have.]

Ah, but first - I gave you my name. What do I call you?

[She has to think about that one. Even in a strange place, she's not going to give him her real name. She can't afford to have him on Google, matching up the Bandit and Bethan Costigan. Her family can't afford that.]

[But also, she doesn't want him telling the world that the Bandit is actually a young woman. Same problem. There's a reason she uses a voice transformer, after all.]

[Telling him to fuck off and call her nothing at all would solve the issue, but he has a point about the value of back-up, much as she hates to admit it. The twinge from her stab wound is reminding her of that very well indeed.]

[She looks up at him, the gleam of his stupid mask in the distant streetlights.]

Bandit, I guess.

We done playing Twenty Questions?

[She guesses, but it's good enough for him. He has a name, something to call her by if this little partnership extends longer than the next few hours, which is exactly what he's hoping for.

In a place like this, having connections, having eyes and information on his side everywhere, is just another way to keep ahead and survive. Working alongside of Bandit, even if he cares so little about the humans they're saving, is as good a place to start as any. And once he's regained his abilities, once the power is fully back in his court, he can crush her the same as he has before.

The particle of god doesn't need a partner.]

Direct and to the point. I respect that.

[From above her, cast in shadows besides the golden glint of his mask, Higgs raises a single finger to his mouth, before slipping away, darting to the next roof over. No more questions from him. All he wants now is a little Action.]

[Under her helmet, Bethan rolls her eyes. Like I asked for your opinion, asshole. Still, at least he's out of sight now, and she can pretend that this is just a normal night, that she's just doing her job.]

[She adjusts her jacket, prodding experimentally at the painful wound underneath - it makes her suck in a sharp breath through her teeth, so she's going to have to be careful with that when she's fighting - and starts out to intercept the woman.]

[Turns out she - they? - timed it just right, at least for her tastes. The bulky, half-human monster is advancing on the woman, who's realised her predicament and is just turning to run. That's perfect. Means there's no need for explanations. Higgs isn't the only one who prefers action.]

[No longer bothering to be quiet, the Bandit runs headlong into the situation, wielding a length of piping she picked up in a back alley and a bloodthirsty stubbornness that's all her own. She ignores the screaming woman, falling with bloodied scratch marks on her shoulder. She forgets about the skull-masked man on the rooftops. Right now, she's just here for the fight, that moment when everything narrows down to adrenaline and movement and pain and power.]

[She's not what you'd call a finessed fighter. Her blows are wide and she doesn't keep up any kind of guard, just comes in swinging, her whole body in every movement. But she's fast, and she's stronger than she looks, and between that and how much practice she has, she manages to hold out for a good thirty seconds before the monster finally loses patience and, with a swipe of one clawed fist, sends her flying.]

[She lands hard, her helmet making a loud cracking sound against the wall, and when she rolls and comes up again, she's swaying a little.]

Try that again, I fucking dare you.

JANUARY/FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE

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for the sake of argument this is a magical new monster that isn't anyone's PC i guess