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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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[Altair's eyes narrowed. Really? That's the thanks he gets? He side stepped his attacker and grabbed his wrist, twisting it until he let go of the knife he was holding.]

Would a little thanks kill you!

[He spat out the last two words as he elbowed the man in the throat channeling all his frustration into his strike. A sudden wave of pain from his shoulder causes him to stagger back a few steps. He gritted his teeth and let out a few shaky breaths.]

Perhaps you should take your own advice. I'm not the one that got stabbed.

[She drags her opponent's head back by the hair, punching him in the face hard enough that something crunches in her hand as well as in his face.]

Would staying out of my business kill you? I'm not thanking you for something I didn't want you to do!

[Altair aimed a precise kick to his opponent's leg. The man fell to the ground screaming.]

You wanted to bleed out in an alley?

[It's true that this girl knew how to handle herself in a fight, but with a wound like that, she wouldn't have lasted long on her own.]

[Bethan lets the man she's holding drop to the ground, too, and rakes her hands back through her hair, leaving a trail of brown-red from her scraped knuckles.]

I wanted to handle my own shit. I'm not a fucking damsel in distress for you to sweep in and rescue.

[Altair gave an exasperated sigh.]

I never said you were. Don't put words in my mouth. I helped you because you were hurt, that's it.

[Even an idiot knows not to fight three armed men alone with a stab wound like that. He kept that last thought to himself. She was already pissed at him, he didn't need to make it worse by calling her an idiot, though he was tempted.

He walked past the screaming man on the ground without so much as a glance in his direction and crouched next to the man he knocked out with the brick. He put a shaky hand against the guys neck, feeling for a pulse. He was still alive. He let out a very quiet sigh of relief before standing back up.]

You should get that stab wound looked at.

[It's hard to see, because her colour is already quite high from the exertion, but she's actually blushing a little, embarrassed and frustrated at her own embarrassment.]

[She looks down at the bloody gash, grimaces, and unzips her leather jacket to see the damage, peeling up the hem of the now blood-sodden sweater underneath.]

[Oh. Fuck. Looking at it, he might have a point - it's not just deep but messy, and when she prods it experimentally with a finger, she blanches and feels her head spin for a moment. That's really interesting. Really interesting, and really troubling.]

It'll be fine. I'll find a needle and thread somewhere.

[Because she's damned if she's going to a doctor, here or anywhere else.]

If I say thanks, will you fuck off and quit fussing?

[Altair understood her reluctance to go to a doctor. He wasn't going to see one for his shoulder either. He didn't trust this place.

His head swan as he was hit with another wave of pain. He clutched his shoulder and leaned against wall with a sigh. He knew he wasn't in great shape either. He needed to deal with his own injury soon and he didn't have the energy to argue.]

Fine.

JANUARY/FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE

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Sorry this is so late. I've been fighting a cold.