TDM: OCTOBER

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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.

Comments

[grilletto]

You're always thinking too much, that's not anything new.

[ His tone was light despite his words, an attempt to help let those little nuanced emotions bury themselves again. Mista wasn't always the brightest but when it came to Giorno he was practically a fucking genius, he was always in his head but the fact that he was admitting it meant that it was time to get him out of it. It was with a soft smile that he pulled his hand away, nodding slowly to accept this new assignment he'd been given. ]

Just a moderate amount?

[ That soft smile shifted to something closer to a smirk, Mista shrugging his shoulders dismissively. ]

Not sure it's worth it to go all the way back if we're just going to raise a little bit of hell.

[ He didn't want to brood, Mista was going to see to it that he wouldn't. ]

[digiorno]

[Okay. He tried not to laugh at Mista openly talking good-natured shit about him, but it was impossible to entirely stifle the impulse. A quiet little pfft drifted out between his lips before he clamped them shut, gaze shifting back to the distant bonfires less out of a desire to keep an eye on them and more because he didn't want to see Mista's self-satisfied grin at the reaction.]

Oh, come on.

[Well. Then again, it was always really hard not to relax and let his guard down around Mista. Maybe he didn't need to try.]

A little bit and a moderate amount are clearly different. Small and medium. But you wouldn't accept either, would you?

[What a stupid argument.]

How much hell do I need to promise to raise to get you to go back with me?

[Equally stupid. Mista would go regardless. But it was a game, now. Rest in pieces, probably, Bavan.]

[grilletto]

[ Mista brought his hand up to his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully as he practically rolled his eyes back up into his head. He didn't really need to go that far but it wasn't going to hurt either one of them. ]

Yeah, small or medium is definitely not enough...

[ He closed one eye thoughtfully, finally pulling his hand away from his face to hold up a finger in front of him. ]

I think...maybe if you agreed to something like double-moderate I'd accept in a heartbeat. You know, something between moderate but not quite severe...?

[ He was right, Mista would have gone with him regardless but it was okay to break some of that tension that had been hanging in the air. ]