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graveyardsmash2020-09-11 10:03 am
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TEST DRIVE MEME: 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.
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[He raises a brow, gives the kid a quick once-over to size her up and get a general feel for how wary he should be of her. She seems just as waterlogged as he is, and he can't see any weapons on her, which is somewhat reassuring. More-so is the fact that she's so damn tiny he could probably hold her off with one arm if she got fighty.]
[Probably being the operative word, because Race has met plenty of women -tiny or otherwise- who could give him a run for his money.]
Brought over?
[He doesn't know what she means by that, but he doesn't like the sound of it.]
Brought over by who? And why?
[He pauses, taking one last look around to confirm that, yep, he still has no idea where the hell he is.]
...And where?
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[ tara seems just as unimpressed with race as race is with her, to be honest. at the best, he could be a decent ally - mainly because, in her current state, tara doesn't really have any way to defend herself. she's scrappy and athletic, but maybe a bit too dependent on her powers. ]
It looks like a beach. There's something very clearly supernatural or sci-fi-y about this one. Do any aliens or magicians have beef with you?
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[Race snorts, makes a mental note to relay that one to the Doc once he figures out where the hell he is.]
I only know one magician, and that kid couldn't hold a grudge if you gave 'im a bucket to put it in.
[Granted, in Hadji's case it's actually telekinesis, not magic, but whatever. Tomayto-tomahto.]
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[ she shrugs. it's no skin off her nose if this white-haired old dude believes her or not. ]
Do you have a better idea?
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A few, but if I knew what it is we have in common, I'd be able to narrow it down.
[He plants his hands on his hips as he thinks, and is displeased but entirely unsurprising to find he's missing both his side-arm and his switchblade.]
Don't suppose you're the kid of a high-profile government scientist? Maybe a foreign dignitary?
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she laughs, more out of surprise than anything else, when race asks about her parentage. "a foreign dignitary" - isn't that a bit too close for comfort? ]
Not exactly. I'm pretty normal, all things considered. And it's not like I'm a kid or anything.
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[If she says she's not a kid, he'll take her word for it, but that doesn't mean he's not gonna think she's awful small to not be a kid.]
Normal, huh?
[That's another thing he's a little skeptical about. Normal people don't typically find themselves in situations like this.]
So you can't think of any reason terrorists or underground paramilitary groups might have it out for you?
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Super normal.
[ she manages to say it with a straight face. ]
Never pissed off anyone in my life.