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.
If there's a quiz at the end of this, I'll have to remember that answer.
[This bout of petulant muttering comes from a few yards away where Heather is slouched against a wall, banged-up knees held to her chest and chin plopped in the middle of them. She's got a scowl on her face that matches, probably, the expression everybody else who got hauled out of the ocean is wearing.]
[Actually, Roman's a pretty cool name, but Heather responds to stress by being an unmitigated butthole. She wrinkles her nose and waves away the smoke-- not because she finds it repulsive, actually, but because it makes those good ol' cravings stir and lift their heads hopefully. It wasn't that long ago that she quit.]
[It's okay, they can have bitchy attitudes together. One of them just has a better excuse on account of being a bratty teenager.]
Well if there is, they'll wish they just got a staple to the face by the time I'm through with 'em.
[But she doesn't really think there's one person behind it. Or maybe even a bunch of people. Actually, she's pretty sure this is some kind of shitty afterlife. Maybe Purgatory or something. All she knows is that she must have died in the middle of what she was doing, and since what she was doing was PRETTY IMPORTANT, she's kind of bummed out.]
[Rude. Roman's still in his teen years and he's a spoiled little rich kid. Double the reason.]
Yeah? You packing anything significant to do some damage with? Or even a stapler?
[Never mind that the stapler idea had been his, it was easier to focus on the person in front of him than the nebulous ones that had orchestrated this.]
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If there's a quiz at the end of this, I'll have to remember that answer.
[This bout of petulant muttering comes from a few yards away where Heather is slouched against a wall, banged-up knees held to her chest and chin plopped in the middle of them. She's got a scowl on her face that matches, probably, the expression everybody else who got hauled out of the ocean is wearing.]
[MASS SULKING IS THE ANSWER TO ALL PROBLEMS.]
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[Not that he cared what she actually called him. He might have also blown the next stream a little in her direction, just because he could.]
If there's a quiz at the end of this, I'm stapling it to someone's fucking forehead.
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[Actually, Roman's a pretty cool name, but Heather responds to stress by being an unmitigated butthole. She wrinkles her nose and waves away the smoke-- not because she finds it repulsive, actually, but because it makes those good ol' cravings stir and lift their heads hopefully. It wasn't that long ago that she quit.]
But hey, I'll hold 'em, and you staple.
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[Welcome to the bitchy attitude of one Roman Godfrey, God's gift to Hemlock Grove.]
I might take you up on that. If we can actually find any one person to blame for this.
[Not that he cared if it was one or one hundred. Someone's was behind this and he was going to shove something hot and on fire up their ass.]
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Well if there is, they'll wish they just got a staple to the face by the time I'm through with 'em.
[But she doesn't really think there's one person behind it. Or maybe even a bunch of people. Actually, she's pretty sure this is some kind of shitty afterlife. Maybe Purgatory or something. All she knows is that she must have died in the middle of what she was doing, and since what she was doing was PRETTY IMPORTANT, she's kind of bummed out.]
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Yeah? You packing anything significant to do some damage with? Or even a stapler?
[Never mind that the stapler idea had been his, it was easier to focus on the person in front of him than the nebulous ones that had orchestrated this.]
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Well, I had a gun.
[She says this sullenly. Because losing the object that had saved her life several times over felt like insult to injury at this point.]
But no worries. I can get creative with these.
[She holds up a fist. And is deadly serious, despite looking like she belongs in some mall arcade fitting quarters into the DDR machine.]