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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[Gaping is a typical reaction to monsters, the weirder ones especially; just Cassandra's luck that she got a monster type that mostly looked human... apart from the bear ears, and the fur. And the fangs and teeth and the occasional sweet tooth.]

Great.

[Not the bullet wound. That's terrible. She drops down next to Envy, inspecting their shoulder and wincing. She breathes out.]

It's not great, but it could be worse. Here, I'll help you get to the hospital.

[Time to ease this newbie up to their feet. She's surprisingly strong.]

[Envy scowls; being helped by a lower being is bad enough, but some sort of chimera-like freak? This was the ultimate humiliation. And why wasn't their shoulder healing?!

But oh well. Time to play a part.]

Urgh. Thanks I guess.

[... AS they were helped up, though, Envy realized: they were far lighter than they should be.]

What... what's wrong with my body?!

[Granted, Cassandra wouldn't have let herself be shot in the shoulder by a stray bullet. So who's the more humiliated one?]

Yeah, let's just hope there's no more famers with shotguns out here.

[Seriously, this beach needs a fence or something.]

..Uhh, you've been shot? You might be in shock, think you can walk?

[Because werebears are stronger than the average human and she could just throw you over her shoulder...]

Hrrgh! That's not what I mean! I-

They stopped mid-sentence. They couldn't just reveal themselves like that. Don't be stupid.]

... FFffine. Whatever. I can walk. It's my shoulder that got shot, not my legs.

[Cassandra blinks at Envy, letting those words of theirs hang in the air for a good... few seconds or so.]

...Good. Now, let's get out of here. It's not too far.

[She'll take the liberty of leading Envy to a path that doesn't require a lot of arm-use. From there, it should be a beeline straight to the city.]

You've probably got questions.

[Envy scoffed at that, before nodding bitterly.]

Damn right I got questions. Where are we? I don't recognize the area? Are we near Central?

We're just on the outskirts of Bavan, though I'm guessing that's not what you mean.

[As a matter of fact, as they crest a small hill, they'll both be able to make out the towering skyscrapers and glowing lights of the biggest city on the peninsula.]

Before you ask, you're in another world. It's called Ryslig.

...

[Envy looks at Cassandra like what she said was utter nonsense. Because from Envy's perspective, it is.]

Excuse me?

Ugh. I know, the whole thing's a headache.

[It's nonsense from the opposite perspective, too. Gods and monsters, and a world that drew random outsiders in? What were the chances?]

It's another world. Not like the one you're from. Wherever that is.

[For once in their life, Envy was speechless. The idea seemed utterly peposterous—insane, even. But at the same time, this woman spoke with such confidence, and had never heard of Central...]

... Are you from another world too?

[Nothing to do but play along for now, until there were some solid answers.]

TDM: OCTOBER

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