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.
Stories doesn't even begin to cover it-- there are thousands upon thousands of monster stories out there, from myth to urban legend to straight-up 100% fiction. But there was no book or movie that contained anything close to the creatures that she had encountered. ... Well, none that she'd seen, anyway.
Not even in the corny supernatural magazines she used to read as a kid.
"It's complicated, but-- I mean, yeah. Most people... probably would never see anything remotely close to these things in their lives."
She isn't sure she wants to get into the duality of worlds, or the true nature of those monsters-- too many personal details, especially to be sharing with a total stranger, even one who would probably believe them.
So she settles for rubbing the back of her neck while she tries to find the words to sum them up.
"I mean, there was no like... single one-size-fits-all monster. There were tons of them, all different kinds... rotting dogs with faces that were split open, like someone cleaved their skulls down the middle with an axe... huge lumbering things with tubes for heads and giant meaty bludgeons for arms... things that looked like... like big naked fat people except instead of a face they just had giant tumory sores that oozed-- I mean, I fought 'em with whatever I had. Guns, when I could find the ammo. Picked up a sword at one point-- that was probably the most useful. Better than flailing around at 'em with my teeny pocket knife, anyway."
She lets out the rest of her breath in a sort of WHEW sigh. It's so weird to talk about it when it's not actually... happening all around her. But her throat is tightening as the all-too-recent memories come flowing back, so she cuts herself off there, for now. The literal last thing she needs is to look weak in front of someone she just met. No. Gotta keep cool.
"So-- so these giants-- I mean, they're just giants? Like big people? Are talking like... Jack-and-the-Beanstalk-style, talking, I'll-grind-your-bones-to-make-my-bread giants? Or... or something else? How do you fight them?"
Her descriptions make his stony expression change a bit, to something a little more disgusted, maybe even a bit frightened. Split-headed dogs? Tube-headed men? Those sound as bad as the most deformed Titans. He nods, though, at the mention of swords. He always found blades the most effective, because swords didn't need to be reloaded (well, the paring blades did, to an extent) and could kill a Titan. Which was, of course, what Eren focused on.
"Those sound pretty awful. Maybe as awful as Titans."
Another change in his expression. Even if he doesn't meant to, whenever he thinks about Titans, the rage boils up from within, shining in his eyes and making his fists quiver at his sides.
"Titans... They're more than just giant-sized humans. They don't have any sex organs or anything, and they're usually deformed, or have these stupid, ugly smiles on their face all the time! Most of them are dumber than animals, focused only on eating humans. And that's all they eat! They don't even NEED to! Titans get energy from sunlight! But they're possessed by this... drive, this need to eat every human they see until they're so full that they just vomit," Eren growls, getting angrier the more he speaks, "They're awful! And they used to be people!! And we have no way to fix it!! None!" He takes a few breaths, then addresses the question of how to fight them.
"... A-anyway. You can't just fight them normally. They regenerate from any damage they take, and their skin is hard as stone. There's only one weak point, right here--" he touches the nape of his neck, carefully, because he's used to it being sensitive (of course, it isn't anymore. Those powers are gone), "-- So we use the three dimensional maneuver gear to get up high enough to strike that spot -- one meter lengthwise, ten centimeters across, and as deep as you can go -- using special paring blades. If you miss, you're going to be in for a shitty time. I wish I had my gear... it would make getting out of this forest a breeze."
That, or his powers back.
well that IS what he'd be if that one titan had had a digestive tract ba DUM -TSH-
A lot of things could be said about the children of the Otherworld, and 'awful' was definitely among them.
But if nothing else, at least they could be killed.
Heather had preferred the blade for the same reasons Eren does-- no need to reload, no risk of running out of ammunition. She'd gotten a lot of mileage out of the trusty little handgun she'd found, sure-- same with the rifle. But once those things couldn't be shot anymore, they were next to useless. Pistol-whipping a monster might sound badass, but EFFECTIVE? Not so much.
As he begins his diatribe, she goes quiet and just listens. Because to be honest, she's curious as hell.
He's the first person outside of the ones who saw the Otherworld with her who's acknowledged the existence of monsters-- and it's becoming more and more obvious with every word that he's from way, way out of town.
"... Wow. ... Well, I think-- ... I have no idea what I think. I've-- never heard of what you're talking about, but I... I believe you, for what it's worth."
The sheer rage in his voice alone tells her that it's the truth. You don't get that kind of angry over something you're making up for kicks. And it's a sort of anger she recognizes, too.
"... As horrifying as all that sounds, at least you guys have your shit together. Like, a game plan. Knowing what you're up against ... Still, wow."
Eren shakes his head, unable to comprehend that someone (actually, MANY someones) simply don't know about Titans. It was like not knowing about rain then being freaked out when water started falling from the sky. He was a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, and was just starting to figure out that there's something very strange going on here. These people aren't just from other parts of the world, outside the walls. They can't be.
So what could it mean...?
He shakes his head. "Game plans... we're just barely surviving. Humanity hasn't managed to beat back the Titans in any sort of appreciable way!! We LOST territory! We have the means to fight, but... it's like an uphill battle. They just keep coming, and they just keep eating, and the damn government... they want to keep things the way they are! We have to fight the outside and the inside." He slouches a little, showing weariness that such a young kid shouldn't have, "Being crushed from both sides is almost too much."
Because she's familiar with that sort of weariness, too.
Part of her wants to put a hand on his shoulder or something, but well, he is still a stranger. ... And he has that knife. Maybe better not to.
Instead she steps a little closer, leaning around to re-gain eye contact.
"... That sounds like hell," she says, and although he has no way of knowing it, that's one very big statement coming from her-- since she's been there. Or as close to 'there' as someone can get in her world-- been there, done that, spray-painted a dick on the devil's throne (... figuratively). But the horror he's describing is entirely different and just as nightmarish all at the same time.
With that in mind, Heather runs her fingers back through her already-flyaway hair, hissing out a sigh between her teeth.
"I don't know what the hell's going on in this place... but it's pretty obviously fucked-up. You and I... we gotta be from completely different worlds. That's the only explanation I can think of."
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COMPOSTED oh my god
Stories doesn't even begin to cover it-- there are thousands upon thousands of monster stories out there, from myth to urban legend to straight-up 100% fiction. But there was no book or movie that contained anything close to the creatures that she had encountered. ... Well, none that she'd seen, anyway.
Not even in the corny supernatural magazines she used to read as a kid.
"It's complicated, but-- I mean, yeah. Most people... probably would never see anything remotely close to these things in their lives."
She isn't sure she wants to get into the duality of worlds, or the true nature of those monsters-- too many personal details, especially to be sharing with a total stranger, even one who would probably believe them.
So she settles for rubbing the back of her neck while she tries to find the words to sum them up.
"I mean, there was no like... single one-size-fits-all monster. There were tons of them, all different kinds... rotting dogs with faces that were split open, like someone cleaved their skulls down the middle with an axe... huge lumbering things with tubes for heads and giant meaty bludgeons for arms... things that looked like... like big naked fat people except instead of a face they just had giant tumory sores that oozed-- I mean, I fought 'em with whatever I had. Guns, when I could find the ammo. Picked up a sword at one point-- that was probably the most useful. Better than flailing around at 'em with my teeny pocket knife, anyway."
She lets out the rest of her breath in a sort of WHEW sigh. It's so weird to talk about it when it's not actually... happening all around her. But her throat is tightening as the all-too-recent memories come flowing back, so she cuts herself off there, for now. The literal last thing she needs is to look weak in front of someone she just met. No. Gotta keep cool.
"So-- so these giants-- I mean, they're just giants? Like big people? Are talking like... Jack-and-the-Beanstalk-style, talking, I'll-grind-your-bones-to-make-my-bread giants? Or... or something else? How do you fight them?"
delicious eren fertilizer????
"Those sound pretty awful. Maybe as awful as Titans."
Another change in his expression. Even if he doesn't meant to, whenever he thinks about Titans, the rage boils up from within, shining in his eyes and making his fists quiver at his sides.
"Titans... They're more than just giant-sized humans. They don't have any sex organs or anything, and they're usually deformed, or have these stupid, ugly smiles on their face all the time! Most of them are dumber than animals, focused only on eating humans. And that's all they eat! They don't even NEED to! Titans get energy from sunlight! But they're possessed by this... drive, this need to eat every human they see until they're so full that they just vomit," Eren growls, getting angrier the more he speaks, "They're awful! And they used to be people!! And we have no way to fix it!! None!" He takes a few breaths, then addresses the question of how to fight them.
"... A-anyway. You can't just fight them normally. They regenerate from any damage they take, and their skin is hard as stone. There's only one weak point, right here--" he touches the nape of his neck, carefully, because he's used to it being sensitive (of course, it isn't anymore. Those powers are gone), "-- So we use the three dimensional maneuver gear to get up high enough to strike that spot -- one meter lengthwise, ten centimeters across, and as deep as you can go -- using special paring blades. If you miss, you're going to be in for a shitty time. I wish I had my gear... it would make getting out of this forest a breeze."
That, or his powers back.
well that IS what he'd be if that one titan had had a digestive tract ba DUM -TSH-
But if nothing else, at least they could be killed.
Heather had preferred the blade for the same reasons Eren does-- no need to reload, no risk of running out of ammunition. She'd gotten a lot of mileage out of the trusty little handgun she'd found, sure-- same with the rifle. But once those things couldn't be shot anymore, they were next to useless. Pistol-whipping a monster might sound badass, but EFFECTIVE? Not so much.
As he begins his diatribe, she goes quiet and just listens. Because to be honest, she's curious as hell.
He's the first person outside of the ones who saw the Otherworld with her who's acknowledged the existence of monsters-- and it's becoming more and more obvious with every word that he's from way, way out of town.
"... Wow. ... Well, I think-- ... I have no idea what I think. I've-- never heard of what you're talking about, but I... I believe you, for what it's worth."
The sheer rage in his voice alone tells her that it's the truth. You don't get that kind of angry over something you're making up for kicks. And it's a sort of anger she recognizes, too.
"... As horrifying as all that sounds, at least you guys have your shit together. Like, a game plan. Knowing what you're up against ... Still, wow."
jskdjlaks that's terrible YOU'RE TERRIBLE (and great)
So what could it mean...?
He shakes his head. "Game plans... we're just barely surviving. Humanity hasn't managed to beat back the Titans in any sort of appreciable way!! We LOST territory! We have the means to fight, but... it's like an uphill battle. They just keep coming, and they just keep eating, and the damn government... they want to keep things the way they are! We have to fight the outside and the inside." He slouches a little, showing weariness that such a young kid shouldn't have, "Being crushed from both sides is almost too much."
TIP YOUR WAITRESSES
Because she's familiar with that sort of weariness, too.
Part of her wants to put a hand on his shoulder or something, but well, he is still a stranger. ... And he has that knife. Maybe better not to.
Instead she steps a little closer, leaning around to re-gain eye contact.
"... That sounds like hell," she says, and although he has no way of knowing it, that's one very big statement coming from her-- since she's been there. Or as close to 'there' as someone can get in her world-- been there, done that, spray-painted a dick on the devil's throne (... figuratively). But the horror he's describing is entirely different and just as nightmarish all at the same time.
With that in mind, Heather runs her fingers back through her already-flyaway hair, hissing out a sigh between her teeth.
"I don't know what the hell's going on in this place... but it's pretty obviously fucked-up. You and I... we gotta be from completely different worlds. That's the only explanation I can think of."