TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY/JUNE

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TDM: MAY/JUNE

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.

Comments

[squarepiece]

Ah, but wasting time is one of three things that I hold closest to my heart!

[He's about to rattle off the whole list, but you can almost see him stop himself and redirect. It's just clicked in his head why he's enjoying this conversation so much, especially when he'd been in such a foul mood before.]

But I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to tell you what the rest are. You remind me of one of my best friends, after all, so we have to be friends from now on.

[He sounds quite pleased with himself, like he's completely unaware that what he's saying makes zero logical sense. Or he's fully aware and he's stopped caring, if he ever started in the first place.]

[ikonsuit]

Oh, Jesus. ( That was meant to be in his head, but he doesn't really mind having said it aloud. Friendship is the last thing Slade wants. It might be the first thing he need - companionship, someone willing to hear him out, someone to call at two in the morning when he's hungry and bored - but that's not something he'll ever admit. Slade Wilson works alone, and this guy's level of energy is already tiring him out. )

Hard pass.

No friendship necessary.

Let's keep this professional. Exclusively murder tips.

[squarepiece]

[Chi would have told him to shut up. Which means, given 40 or 50 years, this guy might be an even better friend! If they don't kill each other first, which seems like a very real possibility.]

It can be a one-sided friendship! I haven't tried that before.

[He nods to himself, quite pleased with that conclusion.]

But I can also be professional. It is my profession, after all. Murder, I mean.

[ikonsuit]

A one-sided friendship is a hostage situation. Best case scenario, Stockholm Syndrome. Worst case, a life sentence.

( Slade is not as pleased! )

...You're a professional murderer? ( Small world. ) Go on. Body count, tactics, striking points. Who's your clientele?

[squarepiece]

[Considering how accurate "hostage situation" and "life sentence" sound, he's going to assume that Stockholm Syndrome is just as applicable, even if he has no idea what it means. Something Swedish, presumably.

As for his new friend's questions...]

Let's see...I can't really give you an accurate body count. You lose track after a few decades, after all, and I'm not sure how to count people I've killed that didn't stay dead.

[Which was too many on the last job he finished before ending up in Ryslig.]

I prefer guns and knifes, ideally at the same time and I suppose you could say I take the direct approach.

[Which should surprise no one at this point.]

As for clientele...well, here I'm only working for myself! Back home...

[He pauses for a second, then shrugs. There's no point in being evasive. It's a pretty meaningless reveal now. It's unlikely that this guy would even know his boss.]

I work for Huey Laforet and only Huey Laforet.

[He claps his hands, signalling that he's done answering for now.]

Your turn!