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JANUARY/FEBRUARY TEST DRIVE
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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His memory sucks though, in that he doesn't immediately have that same sort of recognition. At least, somewhere in his head he's aware of seeing her bright red hair before, but not that it is specifically the same hair belonging to the same actual human. ]
What? [ He's either slow or the way she'd pronounced his handle throws him off. He flinches back a little, bringing his hands up in front of him like he expects to be hit or grabbed or.. something. There's a lot of Extremely Valid Reasons in this place to be jumpy as hell. ]
Wait! You-.. wait. Wait. I mean-.. yeah, it's me? [ Why does he sound like he's unsure? Possibly some existential bullshit. ] No one's actually ever called me that.. like that. That's what you sound like? Huh.
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Wait. Wait. You haven't logged on in, like, ages. Were you here this whole time? [She looks around suspiciously, and, in true fashion of a Kid Who Grew Up in a Cult, pauses for effect.]
Did we get kidnapped by a cult?! Because dropping me off in gross water on What-the-heck Beach is rude.
[Her brain is going a million miles an hour and finally catches up with what he said before] How do you say your handle?
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Yeah, this is where I've been. I laid down for like a power nap and woke up in a tree.
[ When he'd woken up in said tree, he'd been salty as hell about it. It's been a couple weeks at this point and by the sound of it that salt has not at all diminished. Honestly, how dare. ]
Heh. But it's not a cult, no. That'd be arguably better? Or.. wait. I mean it would depend on how you'd feel about getting actually kidnapped by a cult in the first place..
And it's pronounced like it looks. [ He just says this like it should be so obvious. Nevermind that he hasn't attempted to say hers at all. ] GEE-ah-heng.
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[The more you know~. Still, she shifts on her feet and wrinkles her nose at the sensation of sandy, wet jeans rubbing against her skin.]
Anyway, a tree is way better than whatever dropped me in the water. I was watching a movie. I paid eleven dollars for that seat. [Peace turns and cups her hands around her mouth.]
GIVE ME BACK MY MONEY, WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE!
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[ He is actually a little grateful he didn't wake up in the water just because it looks gross, but if he'd been curious if everyone's arrival was sucky now he has a better idea. ]
It was also a pretty tall tree. In the middle of a blizzard-..
[ Oh, but now she's yelling. Which he might've done, so he's not judging. ]
Preeeetty sure the Fog God isn't gonna give you a refund. Since that's what brings everyone here, so.. uh.. I mean, you can imagine if it gives no fucks about doing that it probably doesn't care about your movie. I mean, literally, a few feet in that direction and it would've dropped you on some perfectly good sand. But nah, because of course not. Or..
[ He glances around, because ever since they'd told him there were gods here he always feels like he's being watched. ]
It might actually be a she. I forget.
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[Since whatever washed her up on the shore didn't see fit to keep her dry, the Fog God is on her fight list.]
So, is there a place I can get dry clothes? I can wash these, but they're gross right now and I don't wanna get like, a rash.
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[ He gestures for her to follow then tucks his hands back into his hoodie pocket. ]
Yeah, I know a place in town. They're not gonna be great clothes, but they'll be dry I guess. And free. Which is good because if you have any money left on you it's probably equally worthless here..
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I'd wear a sack if it meant I wouldn't be stuck in gross clothes right now. So, what is this place, anyhow? Are we in New England or something?
[It was pretty dreary, after all.]
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Well everything except the coat is what I showed up in, but I'm outside more often than I'd like to be and it's cold. So yeah, that's why.
[ There's actual remnants of snow up around where grass and shrubby things keep the sand dunes from blowing away all at once. It's just an unpleasant time of year. It also never seems to occur to him that perhaps the gentlemanly thing to do is to offer your coat. It's not like anyone's ever taught him etiquette. ]
This place-.. [ He lets out some nervous laughter. ] We're on the Ryslig Peninsula. I have no idea where that is, I've never even seen a map. All I do know is that it's not even on Earth. This is a toootally different world entirely..
[ With that bit of information he glances back at her, because that was one of the fun facts he'd learned about that had taken him a sec to really absorb. ]
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[Peace furrows her brow. Unfortunately for her, geography is not her strong suit.] Not on Earth, and in a place that sounds like we're going to have to find a color that doesn't exist.
Yeah, can't say I'm a fan of this. You're really sure we weren't cult-napped?
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[ He sounds very proud of this. And also like he definitely misses it. ]
Definitely sure it wasn't a cult. Just a god that likes to fuck with people who.. apparently also hopes you'll wanna live your best life here?
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I mean, I've lived in the woods before. There's a reason I have satellite internet, you know. [Aside from leading dead people through the Veil.] So it seems like, maybe this wasn't a good choice? What if I had a doctor's appointment or something?
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Yeah, they don't have that here either. [ so she better get used to the grim reality of life without even satellite internet. ] They have like a—.. like a shitty network thing. So at least people can communicate. I guess.
[ he looks like he's thinking again for a few moments, frowning a little. ]
The other thing.. uh.. see, everyone changes after they get here. After a month. Almost to the day, from what I've heard. And something weird always happens a little after that too. Shit's chaotic.
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Get thicker blood, champ.]What do you mean, no internet?
You're kidding, right?
[As they walk, she's starting to see more proof. There's no asphalt, for one. She doesn't see any kind of park bench, either. The water here feels... dead, even. Or... missing? How can water be missing when there's a huge expanse of it behind her?]
What are they using? Like, tin cans and a string? [The fact that there's no internet seems to be a more important matter for the moment and she looks absolutely disgusted by the idea that she can't even shop online. It takes a second for the Other Issue to sink in.]
I'd change too, if I didn't have any internet.
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No, I'm not. I went through this same thing. They've got some like.. tech. [ in his opinion it barely deserves the name. ] It's just not very good. They're running like fucking DOS on these big clunky laptop things. At least I'll always have a weapon handy..
[ except where in a few days he's not going to need to have to resort to bludgeoning someone to death with the equivalent of a vtech laptop from the 90s. ]
Anyway, I'm totally serious. A month from now you're gonna start turning into a legit monster so like.. [ he looks at her and brings his hands up near his head and wiggles his fingers ] mentally prepare yourself or whatever.
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[She laughs, because she doesn't believe him and she knows she should, but she just... laughs.] Well, you don't look like you turned into a monster. How long have you been here, anyway?
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It hasn't been a month for me yet. That's like.. next week? No idea what's gonna happen either. You don't know until it happens. I asked too, like if there was some kinda test you could take or something that would tell that you have like.. I dunno. Manticore blood or something. But nah, it's all just guessing until it settles, apparently. Doesn't happen all at once.
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So whatever's doing this just... spins a wheel and is like, "Skunk... Pooka... Fishman"?
[There's so much she just does not want to unpack in his statements. So much that should, could, and must just find itself a new home. AND YET. The rest of this wild ride is very close to what sounds like the rumours that people who decided to go a little fast and loose with their DNA couture turned into.]
It's not like... People glitching out their DNA, right?
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Uhhh.. like, I guess? Considering how we get here, there's probably no rhyme or reason to it. Chaotic, like I said.
[ amusing that she'd bring up DNA glitches though. that was nice and familiar. also, way more acceptable but he has an obvious bias considering he is literally a walking example of that. ]
I wish. That'd probably be a lot simpler. Still kinda awful because you'd still turn but it'd just be.. you know.. an aesthetic thing and not—..
[ well, he trails off here because now he's approaching a particular key point he is extremely Not Okay with himself and he hasn't developed whatever it is that makes everyone so damn casual about everything yet. ]
Uh.. how do I say—.. well, you know there's mental stuff too and like.. energy requirements. Those will be new..
[ vague. ]