Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: You've just been released from the hospital in Vandare and no one really seems to know what to do with you. The locals offer polite advice but don't seem to want to spend a lot of time with you. You and the other new arrivals stick out like sore thumbs, so perhaps one will spot you wandering about town.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together.
SCENARIO THREE: 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? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
[It's a philosophy Delsin holds to as well, something he's more than willing to join in on, even as he tries to figure out a direction that look like it might lead them to the way out.]
So, you thinking corrupt Ents, or something more along the lines of Wizard of Oz? Because I mean, unless there's something no one's been telling me, this sure as hell isn't Kansas anymore.
[He scuffs at the ground with a shoe for a moment, bends down to pick up a good sized rock from the forest floor. He uses it to scuff the bark of a nearby tree, nodding to himself.]
'kay, you wanna just pick a direction and start walking, or maybe Eenie Meenie Minie Mo it?
I'm more inclined to go with Wizard of Oz. This doesn't look like anywhere in North America, let alone Kansas. Not enough utter nothingness.
[She watches him mark the tree, nodding to herself and thinking that at least he had a brain up there under that hat.]
I've been trying to pick a direction for the last hour. I think random guessing at this point might be an improvement. Maybe my subconscious has a clue.
[A little grin for hope, and Delsin heads off with Veronica in tow, making sure to scuff up more trees along their path; frequently enough that it'd make it hard to miss if they went in circles.]
Where you from, anyhow? Y'know, before you wound up in Wherever The Hell We Are Now. Not actually from Kansas, are you?
[She walked along with him, looking around and trying to find any other markers as they went. There had to be a way out of here and damned if she was going to spend the night in the creepy woods with a guy she didn't know who may or may not be a serial killer.]
Me? Nah, definitely not a Kansasite. I'm way too opinionated. That places me squarely as a Californian. I thought being a blonde with a tan might give it away, but maybe I don't meet the standard height requirement to automatically be assumed to be a beach bunny. What about you? You seem like the coastal city type.
Hey, takes all sorts, right? [Another scuff mark down, he flips the rock in his hand as he talks, something to busy himself with and distract from the creepiness around them.] But you got it in one. Come from waaay up in Washington, not far out of Seattle. Didn't have forests as weird as this back home, though.
[Thank god for small mercies on that one. And raising his voice to respond to said creepiness:]
Yeah, 'teehee' to you too kids. Glad someone's having a good time out here.
Oh, I'm sure if we did a tour of America we'd find some backwater place with the whole Deliverance vibe going on. This is like... Deliverance in the Twilight Zone.
Honestly? I wouldn't blame you. Who wants to die to banjo music? I mean - [And here Delsin takes a moment to hop up on a rock, crouching down as he drops his voice into a dramatic pitch.]
Just an innocent walk in the woods. You, the trees, the indistinct giggling of children who may or may not even exist. Suddenly, you notice it's quiet... too quiet. Even the giggling's stopped. [It hasn't, which kind of ruins Delsin's story, but he pushes on.] And then you hear it -
[A pause for dramatic effect, then a harsh whisper:]
Banjos.
[Then he's straightening up and climbing back off the rock.]
Pfft. That'd be the most anti-climactic murder track you could ever have.
[She rolled her eyes at him, watching the display and the little mood-setting monologue with a small smirk. Okay, so he was theatrical. It was better than monotone boringness. She could deal with talkative. It was when people got quiet that she got worried.]
I was more hinting at the fact that I don't want anyone getting any ideas about my 'purdy mouth' and I will leave you to squeal like a pig. But now you've ruined the whole thing. It's off. Gone. Totally destroyed.
[She's used to that look. She's both gotten it and given it. It's a common occurrence in the Mars household and she gives it back with ease.]
Never trust anyone that doesn't believe in the benefits of dramatics. Now, if only we could dramatic ourselves out of here, that would definitely come in handy.
If dramatics were that useful, I'd be home already. But at least you can appreciate them.
[And then he stops, because there's a marked tree in their path and several more up the line when he looks at them. Which shouldn't be happening, because - ]
... Iiiiiii don't remember taking any turns anywhere, do you? We've just been walking straight?
I didn't want to tell you since it seems kind of like a weird thing that's totally unbelievable, but yeah. This is why I've been stuck in here for so long. What's straight? Apparently nothing around here.
Ah, wonderful. So not only do we have creepy laughing children, we've got a forest that likes to play pranks.
[He nods to himself, almost solemnly, before proceeding to huck the rock he's holding as far as he can throw it.]
This sucks. If I still had my freaking powers we'd be out of here by now, but noooo, that'd be way too easy. [A huff of breath, and he tugs off his beanie to run a hand through his hair, looking to her.] You got any other ideas? Because besides climbing trees and maybe shouting, I'm out.
I don't know which is worse; the fact that you can blame the forest on playing a prank on us or the fact that I half believe that.
[She's watching him have his little expressiveness as to how he feels about this situation, surprised momentarily by the mention of powers. No, she's not going to let that go.]
That depends on what you mean by powers, I guess? And how you think that that's going to help here?
I'm - or I was, I guess? Got no idea what's going on with it, really - a Conduit. [The tone of his voice says he fully expects her to understand what that means, but at least he elaborates on it a little too.] Shot smoke out of my fingers, could run at light speed, fun stuff like that. Nooot so much ever since I've gotten here, which, mind you, I have no idea how that happened.
[His face says he doesn't much care for it either.]
I mean, with the smoke I could've made a signal or something - [And then he pauses, because:] wait. You know how to make a fire?
... You wouldn't happen to be off any sort of meds or anything, would you?
[Because he definitely sounded like he needed to be on some. That or someone had been playing XBox a little too long.]
Because I'm not judging or anything, but... maybe you need to lay off the games. Or the comics. I'm not really sure which one promotes that kind of thinking more.
My fire making skills are limited to lighters and stoves and since I don't have either on me...
[And as much as Veronica might think he's weird, Delsin's giving her a look right now that says much the same re: his thoughts on her.]
Cali still gets the news, right? There's no way you haven't heard about Conduits. Bio-Terrorists? [As much as he hates that word. He moves to look around in the brush as he talks, trying to find something he might be able to use.] I mean, it's not like the D.U.P. tried to hide that we were a thing, just freak people out instead...
[See this look, Delsin? That's the look of a woman who has no freakin' clue what you're talking about and is seriously wondering if someone might have escaped from a pretty padded cell.]
Sorry, you lost me at Bio-Terrorists and D.U.P. I mean, I know there's some bio-weapons out there, but we haven't had anyone actually dubbed a bioterrorist yet. Just regular ol' terrorists. So... again, you sure you haven't just, you know, mixed up reality with some sort of Grand Theft Auto thing?
[And here he stops, and gives her a look that's not so much accusatory as puzzled, a squint like he's trying to figure out if she's faking him out for laughs or what. Except he's not seeing anything like that, which is honestly very weird.]
You're not joking. [A confused pause, then a shake of his head.] Okay, well, now that I totally look like a crazy person... I promise I'm not like, off my meds or an escapee from the insane house or anything like that. And I dunno, I can explain if you want or we can just drop it, but either way we're still kinda stuck.
[Mostly he's just hoping she doesn't try to deck him and run off now.]
[As long as he's the kind of crazy that keeps his hands to himself, she doesn't have too much of a problem with him.]
Dropping it's fine for now. Maybe when we get out of here and can sit down and have a coffee and not worry about getting eaten by whatever might be lurking in here, sure, you can give me a run down on your crazy. Now? We sort of have bigger problems.
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So, you thinking corrupt Ents, or something more along the lines of Wizard of Oz? Because I mean, unless there's something no one's been telling me, this sure as hell isn't Kansas anymore.
[He scuffs at the ground with a shoe for a moment, bends down to pick up a good sized rock from the forest floor. He uses it to scuff the bark of a nearby tree, nodding to himself.]
'kay, you wanna just pick a direction and start walking, or maybe Eenie Meenie Minie Mo it?
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[She watches him mark the tree, nodding to herself and thinking that at least he had a brain up there under that hat.]
I've been trying to pick a direction for the last hour. I think random guessing at this point might be an improvement. Maybe my subconscious has a clue.
That way?
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[A little grin for hope, and Delsin heads off with Veronica in tow, making sure to scuff up more trees along their path; frequently enough that it'd make it hard to miss if they went in circles.]
Where you from, anyhow? Y'know, before you wound up in Wherever The Hell We Are Now. Not actually from Kansas, are you?
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Me? Nah, definitely not a Kansasite. I'm way too opinionated. That places me squarely as a Californian. I thought being a blonde with a tan might give it away, but maybe I don't meet the standard height requirement to automatically be assumed to be a beach bunny. What about you? You seem like the coastal city type.
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[Thank god for small mercies on that one. And raising his voice to respond to said creepiness:]
Yeah, 'teehee' to you too kids. Glad someone's having a good time out here.
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[She gave him a very pointed look.]
If I hear banjo music, I'm leaving you for dead.
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Just an innocent walk in the woods. You, the trees, the indistinct giggling of children who may or may not even exist. Suddenly, you notice it's quiet... too quiet. Even the giggling's stopped. [It hasn't, which kind of ruins Delsin's story, but he pushes on.] And then you hear it -
[A pause for dramatic effect, then a harsh whisper:]
Banjos.
[Then he's straightening up and climbing back off the rock.]
Pfft. That'd be the most anti-climactic murder track you could ever have.
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I was more hinting at the fact that I don't want anyone getting any ideas about my 'purdy mouth' and I will leave you to squeal like a pig. But now you've ruined the whole thing. It's off. Gone. Totally destroyed.
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Well, now I don't even feel bad about ruining it. And here Reg always said my dramatics would never be good for anything. Shows what he knows.
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Never trust anyone that doesn't believe in the benefits of dramatics. Now, if only we could dramatic ourselves out of here, that would definitely come in handy.
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[And then he stops, because there's a marked tree in their path and several more up the line when he looks at them. Which shouldn't be happening, because - ]
... Iiiiiii don't remember taking any turns anywhere, do you? We've just been walking straight?
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I didn't want to tell you since it seems kind of like a weird thing that's totally unbelievable, but yeah. This is why I've been stuck in here for so long. What's straight? Apparently nothing around here.
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[He nods to himself, almost solemnly, before proceeding to huck the rock he's holding as far as he can throw it.]
This sucks. If I still had my freaking powers we'd be out of here by now, but noooo, that'd be way too easy. [A huff of breath, and he tugs off his beanie to run a hand through his hair, looking to her.] You got any other ideas? Because besides climbing trees and maybe shouting, I'm out.
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[She's watching him have his little expressiveness as to how he feels about this situation, surprised momentarily by the mention of powers. No, she's not going to let that go.]
That depends on what you mean by powers, I guess? And how you think that that's going to help here?
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[His face says he doesn't much care for it either.]
I mean, with the smoke I could've made a signal or something - [And then he pauses, because:] wait. You know how to make a fire?
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[Because he definitely sounded like he needed to be on some. That or someone had been playing XBox a little too long.]
Because I'm not judging or anything, but... maybe you need to lay off the games. Or the comics. I'm not really sure which one promotes that kind of thinking more.
My fire making skills are limited to lighters and stoves and since I don't have either on me...
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Cali still gets the news, right? There's no way you haven't heard about Conduits. Bio-Terrorists? [As much as he hates that word. He moves to look around in the brush as he talks, trying to find something he might be able to use.] I mean, it's not like the D.U.P. tried to hide that we were a thing, just freak people out instead...
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Sorry, you lost me at Bio-Terrorists and D.U.P. I mean, I know there's some bio-weapons out there, but we haven't had anyone actually dubbed a bioterrorist yet. Just regular ol' terrorists. So... again, you sure you haven't just, you know, mixed up reality with some sort of Grand Theft Auto thing?
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You're not joking. [A confused pause, then a shake of his head.] Okay, well, now that I totally look like a crazy person... I promise I'm not like, off my meds or an escapee from the insane house or anything like that. And I dunno, I can explain if you want or we can just drop it, but either way we're still kinda stuck.
[Mostly he's just hoping she doesn't try to deck him and run off now.]
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Dropping it's fine for now. Maybe when we get out of here and can sit down and have a coffee and not worry about getting eaten by whatever might be lurking in here, sure, you can give me a run down on your crazy. Now? We sort of have bigger problems.
Like getting out of here.