graveyardsmash | TDM: OCTOBER

TDM: OCTOBER

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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[Oh no. He's coming. He's coming and before he can get away there's a hand on his shoulder--]

I... I'm telling you to stay away from me. G-Go away. Stay away from me.

[Doppio attempts to grab Giorno's wrist to get him off of him, and two things may be immediately evident: one, his touch is incredibly cold. Two, his knuckles are sharpening, the bone nearly exposed.]

[The instinct is there — will probably always be there — to reach for Gold Experience. To counter a moment of alarm or need with a call to the most powerful part of himself. But Gold Experience isn't here. His Stand was ripped away from him to be replaced with wings and claws and the rest of the inferior bullshit to come.]

[It just makes him angry. Angrier than he was already, simmering under everything; his reaction to the cold and the bone is narrowed eyes flashing a color they never used to be, just for a moment before receding. His grip tightens, stubborn and pointless. There's no way he'll win in a test of strength against a fully-changed monster, nevermind whatever's happening here, but not trying when his gut's screaming at him is absolutely unacceptable.]

You should sit down. For your own good.

[There's no attempt to make the tone convincing this time, honestly. They're having another conversation entirely, one he hopes to figure out sooner than later.]

[Doppio shudders; even as he lets go and then tries harder to free himself from Giorno's grasp, he's receding deeper into that place where his head is too much to bear and his body no longer feels like his own. This shouldn't be happening. He can't be doing this right now. He needs to run, hide, hide, hide, eat.]

Giorno... Giovanna...

[Something moves in his throat as his bones audibly crack. He's stretching, growing, his mouth starting to look a little too large for his head--]

Leave.

[That is no longer Doppio's voice, exactly. It's also not another voice Giorno may have heard in the past, exactly. But it's somehow reminiscent of both, past its guttural growl, isn't it?]

[It's wrong. Every bit of this is wrong, the proportions of the man's throat and jaw stretching past the point of human normal — although he isn't human or normal, and Giorno's known that from the start. He should back off, should run, if he was smart he would, but no.]

[No, this thing knows his name. And he knows it. Somehow — somehow, he remembers.]

I knew it, [he says, so quietly it's barely audible over the sound of cracking bone, and in a move that speaks more to frustration than desperation tugs the thing towards him by the arm just enough to catch it by the hair and wrench. If he can just get it off-balance, he'll have an advantage, and if not—]

[He'll deal with if not when it happens.]

[Giorno pulls and the monster makes a noise somewhere between a growl and a wail. It's not a sound that a deer would make, but then again, deer don't typically have claws (that are now struggling to get Giorno's hands off of him, pulling his own hair out of its intricate braid in the process; it's long, perhaps familiarly so, although it's a solid, unspotted pink), nor do their skulls burst out of the confines of their skin. His legs flail; it's true that he may be stronger than a monster that has only just started to change, but hooves aren't ideal for balance.]

Let... go!

[Beady yellow eyes roll to glare at Giorno, and he shakes his head in an attempt to hit him with the antlers that have grown to their full length.]

TDM: OCTOBER

body horror cw from now on probably!

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omg now I feel like I need to Not let you down

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