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

[noencore]

[Nah, he’s pretty focused on staying one step ahead of anything going on behind him. His microphone stand, which he has decidedly stolen from this bar just now, stays gripped tightly in his hands.]

[When the door slams shut behind him, he pivots hard on his heel, swinging his momentum around with his mic stand raised and holds it out to whoever is actually there behind him.]

Want a proper Spikemuth welcome, do ya?! Wh-

[Oh, wait. That’s another monster, not one of the hunters. And ...she’s holding the door shut. With her whole body. Her whole ...metal robot body. Okay, sure, that’s enough to take the wind out of Piers’s sails. He doesn’t drop the mic stand, which is held out in front of him, just in case, but his shoulders drop as all that exertion catches up to him. He looks winded.]

...Not. Not used t’the critics bein’ fully armed.

[earrdrums]

[There's a loud thud as someone rams against the door from inside... but even that's not enough to make her budge. In fact, all it does is prompt her to stretch her cables out of her earpieces, spreading them across the door like that'll somehow help keep it shut even further.]

You gotta be picky and choosey about where you play, around here. I don't usually duck into a place like this myself...

[And now there's a crash from somewhere inside.]

Uh... maybe we should take this conversation somewhere safer, actually. How good are you at running?

[She COULD fly them somewhere, she has jets - but as it is, she can barely keep herself from crashing into trees and buildings on her own... she doesn't really wanna risk Piers's life like that.]

[noencore]

I can’t afford to be too picky just yet, lass. I’m dead broke and without a lick of reputation. Gotta start somewhere, yeah?

[Piers’s gaze snaps to the door as that one particularly loud thud rings out. Yeah, he is starting to like the idea of getting the hell out of dodge.]

Wouldn’t say its in my greatest hits, but neither is gettin’ bloody shot.

[earrdrums]

Well...

[Jiro looks at the building behind her, some beeps and tones of calculation ringing from her chassis - and then she looks up at the sky above them, before turning that look next to the road in front of them.]

I could fly us out of here pretty damn fast, but you gotta be able to hold on tight.
That sound good to you?

[It's fine. If they get close to crashing, she can maneuver enough to take the brunt of it for him. Probably.]

[noencore]

[Piers thinks about it for a solid three seconds before looks right up at the sky, glowers at whatever cruel, shitty god has landed him in this situation, and then looks back to Jiro. His expression is a stone faced acceptance. Has he gone paler? Could be a trick of the light.]

Aye, let’s do it before I come to my senses.

[earrdrums]

Alright. C'mere, and grab my shoulders - I'm gonna turn and keep the door shut with my knee.

[Just... explaining the steps she's taking before she takes them, just so he knows what's happening.
And as she turns to do that - putting all her weight on that knee as she presses it against the door - she goes ahead and swaps her hands out for her jets, the copper cylinders taking their place at the end of her wrists.
They're already starting to whirr like they're warming up...]

I can't fly for too long at a time... but as long as you keep your legs up, I can hop us across Bavan and get us somewhere safe; these guys are gonna flood the area once they can get outta here.

[noencore]

[You know, Piers isn’t sure if this is the strangest thing he’s seen yet. It’s definitely pretty high up there, though, so Piers is a little uncertain as he moves behind her to take her shoulders. There, see, just like a Corviknight taxi, haha. He swallows and holds on tightly.]

Mind the boots.

[Which is a fair warning, they’ve got spikes.]

[earrdrums]

I've dealt with enough spiked boots to know how to deal with'em, don't worry.

[Weird punk boots are like, her top most important accessory when she can wear them -
But hey! Once he's all settled, it's time to fly! ... Which, with her jets, is uh.
Pretty instantaneous. And fast. In fact, it only takes a second or for the two of them to soar WELL above the buildings below them, giving them a perfect vantage point to watch everyone flood into the streets.

... And then they start to fall again, because as she said, she's just "hopping" them across the city. Not flying.
She's got a building to aim for a few blocks from here, anyway - it'll be quick and easy to get there! Hope he's got a strong grip!]

[noencore]

[Don’t worry, his grip is iron tight, but he would prefer it if Jiro forgot about the way he shrieked when they shot into the sky the first time.]

[But hey, at least the view is pretty cool from up here. In the few moments the crest that jump he manages to appreciate it before they start their descent and his stomach just flies into his throat.]

[It’s not that heights are scary so much as this was just a little fast for his preferred movement speed and far more wildly out of his control. He’s cursing the whole way down.]