TEST DRIVE MEME: SEPTEMBER

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TDM: SEPTEMBER

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

[allaroundwatchdog]

[Maybe he's getting paranoid in his old age (35 is pretty old for his line of work), but Race isn't about to take any chances. Missing arm or not, kid or not, it doesn't matter. Between Vietnam and I-1, he's the most unassuming people do unspeakable damage first hand.]

[If this guy really doesn't mean him any harm, the worst he'll get is a bad scare. If he's trying to pull a wounded gazelle gambit on him, well, it's not gonna work.]

I won't shoot unless you give me a reason.

[He doesn't lower the gun, but he does take his finger off the trigger and rest it against the guard. That's as much as he's willing to compromise.]

You're not gonna give me a reason, are you, kid?

[divinereaper]

[ Just great. He was like every other person he's met, and that only made his anger spike. ]

Of course not! Do I look like I want to die here?!

[ Naoto huffs, putting his hand on his hip instead. He then bit the inside of his lip, remembering the gun still pointed at his chest. Without Bloodedge, he was a sitting duck against that thing. He's already faced death more times than he can count, and he isn't sure if would be able to survive this encounter. ]

I'm missing an arm, I have cuts and bruises all over, and my prosthetic limbs have water in them which could leave me immobile if I don't fix that soon. Just put that gun down and I'll be out of your hair. Simple.

[allaroundwatchdog]

[Race narrows his eyes, takes a long moment to just stare Naoto down to see if he flinches. After nearly half a minute he scoffs, smiles, and lowers his aim towards Naoto's knees instead of his center mass.]

Word of advice, kid: Don't get bratty with someone who's pulled a gun on you. You'll live longer.

[That's rich, coming from Race, who does precisely that on a monthly, sometimes weekly basis.]

[divinereaper]

Easy for you to say. You're not the one being shot at, are ya?

[ Naoto's guard slipped due to relief; another day, another life threatening experience. It was only enhanced by a sigh of relief. As soon as he noticed, however, he brought his guard back, knowing he wasn't entirely in the clear. At least that gun was pointing more at his prosthetic than the last organic limb he had. ]

I swear, my luck just gets worse every time I meet someone...