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

[peccatore]

"Mm." Marco nods politely, unsure if the man is telling the truth or just trying to avoid addressing the tail in any way whatsoever.

He's not going to insist on it or anything, but... It should be fine to offer some roundabout suggestions, right?

"You know, there's a very good tailor in Bavan who can modify clothes, or just, ah," A vague hand gesture. "Make new ones, to account for all sorts of monster anatomy. A family friend, actually."

[turnaboutson]

"It's...not that," Miles admits finally. "Rather, it's the anatomy itself." Sure, he didn't have the right clothes to accommodate it, either, but what was the more pressing concern was the transformation and how much he absolutely hate-hate-hated it.

He had to admit that he was a little too squeamish to cut it off, but he had no idea how else to deal with it aside from pretending that it didn't exist.

[peccatore]

"Ah. Not used to it?" Or perhaps not eager to acknowledge it in any way whatsoever. Marco can relate, really. He has grown to like his horrid fleshcoat, but it took a while.

(And frankly, if he's still not willing to go outside shirtless under the coat in most circumstances, can you really say he's embraced it?)

"I know this might not be the most comforting thing to hear right now, but you will. Get used to it, that is."