graveyardsmash | JANUARY/FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE

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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Well that does sound super cool. Or at least, like it would be cool for some. She's not sure she wants to be part of a proud army for the heterowhatevers, but evidently that role makes this one very happy indeed.

Unfortunately, she must also be the bearer of Extremely bad news, and her face twists a bit to show that. Boy, she doesn't like being the one with bad news!

"....I'm pretty sure the fog definitely took that..."

"Hy dunno who de fog is, but she didn't take my pride or my beink chosen by de Heterodynes!" He points, vindictive and frustrated.

Come on, rude kid.

"Hy am still a jager."

"I thought you said jagers were a type of monster though..."

If it's a TITLE, then, well. Obviously that part can't be taken.

"They are constructs. Jagermonsters, our bodies broken und reshaped into ultimate soldiers by de jagerdraught."

If he were a poet, he would wax poetic about the beauty in pain or some-such, but he could hardly spell his own name.

"...Dere is nottink dis fog can take from my pride, even if she took my fangs."

Sorry bud, but Reira's eleven- and while she's clever and quick to pick up on most things, she's also rather tragically dumb about others.

So she's. A bit lost.

"...I don't get it."

"...Is a position, a title. Hy spent nearly two hundred years servink de Heterodynes. Whatever brought me here cannot take dot, even if it took my jager bits. Hy am a jager at heart."

He thumps his chest with a fist, scowling.

"Hyu neffer heard ov de Heterodynes? De seiges of Europa, und... de hero brodders, Bill und Barry."

He still misses them so much.

She's trying to understand it. Ultimately the closest thing she can get is...

"Mnhh...like how Tsukikage is a ninja..." T

That's not it at all but fine. Reira shakes her head. "Mnh. Tsukikage said I was born somewhere in 'Europe', but I've never heard of 'Europa'. I haven't heard of 'Heterodynes' either, but I haven't heard of lots of things. I learned about most things after coming here, and this is a different world."

"...Right, like a ninja."

Sure, kiddo. He's definitely not sneaky in any way shape or form, but it's close enough. Maybe more like a samurai.

"Different... vorld. Now dots new, usually vhen someone opens op a different vorld there's... more celestial godlike tings."

"Yeah. Because Tsukikage couldn't do ninja things when he got here, but he still said he was a ninja."

It's like that.

Anyway, she frowns. "...Umnn...I guess there's 'gods', but there's also lots of normal things... ...I don't think all the different worlds have gods either..."

"Hy can still do jager tings."

Not really. The most he can do is be a nuisance, but that's really his specialty.

"Dis iz just a normal place. Ain't even Mechanicsburg veird. Better den some squid dimension, or zum such."

"...What kind of things? ...You said you were missing a bunch of things right?"

Anyway.

"...Is it? Everyone else normally says it's weird..."

"My horns, my claws, my fangs-" He pulls at his lips, showing off a mouth of normal human teeth.

"Und my feet! Dey's all veird."

They are normal human feet, albeit very very calloused.

"Has not been like dis in a very, very long time."

He's lucky he isn't aging wildly.

"Yeah, so you got a human body." Reira no-

"That happens to everyone who comes here- they get a human body, and then later they turn into a monster."

"Vell hy vas ALREADY a monster! Vos just fine like dot!"

He scowls, stomping one foot, still holding his free pair of boots.

"Vots de big idea here anyvay?"

"It's not my fault..!" she protests in turn, huffing.

Anyway. "The fog just does that. She takes people and then makes them her kind of monster, even if they don't want it. That's just what she does."

The jager growls a little, scowling at the boots and the child again in protest.

"So hy is stuck here. Kent blame her for vanting a real monster."

Reira opts not to note that if she wanted a 'real' monster, he probably wouldn't be any different. But, here they are.

"Yeah." Whoops. "...You should probably get shoes though."

"Hy haven't vorn shoes in three hundred years, und is just fine."

His weird little bird feet may be gone, but not centuries of callouses.

"Vill... keep dem, though."

Well.

That's something at least. The girl beams, and nods. "That's good then..!" He'll wear them eventually, probably. Maybe.

He swings the boots over his shoulder by their laces, looking down at the child again curiously.

"Hy vill admit, hy'm a leedle lost. Is dere an inn I should visit here?"

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