Ryslig Helpers (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ryslighelpers) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
graveyardsmash2021-09-10 09:23 am
ryslighelpers) wrote in graveyardsmash2021-09-10 09:23 am
Entry tags:
TDM: SEPTEMBER/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 in a dark ditch, the sky cloudy overhead. Dirt cakes into your cuts and scrapes. The air is clammy and damp, and it smells like rain.
You’re in a grave. And when you sit up to inspect the tombstone marking your spot, it has your name on it. Maybe the graves next to you have the names of familiar friends, family, acquaintances. Not all of them are open like yours are. RIP.
There’s a light dancing in the distance, and you hear the jingle-jangle of heavy keys, or worse still, the gravekeeper’s massive pitchfork or shovel. If you're lucky, you can sneak out beyond his notice, and get out alone. If not - you might find yourself on the wrong end of a shovel’s swing, or worse yet, tripping headfirst in front of a pair of monstrous eyes.
SCENARIO TWO
So you've just arrived, and you’re surrounded by an incredibly odd group of natives. Some of them wear elaborate headdresses that resemble a deer, or a horse with seaweed instead of a mane, or a ferocious cat. All of them are covered in tattoos and piercings, and their clothing mirrors their ‘beast’ of choice, from snakeskin boots for the snake-people to cowhide and leathers for the minotaurs, manticore-kin, or kelpie-kin. These people introduce themselves as members of the scouting team for the Tågevalgten, and they’re here to help you settle in! They load you onto a rickety old bus and take you into Town.
The Town is called Rota, according to the rusted road-sign. And the central lodge is all decked out and ready to go for a reception, Children of the Fog welcome. There are food and drink aplenty, mostly meat-heavy, and if you ask them where the meat came from… Well! Maybe you shouldn’t ask.
The Tågevalgten gladly share helpful pamphlets for you. “Embrace Your Fog-Given Gifts,” they proclaim. Most of them are fashioned to sound like self-help with a religious bent favoring a divine entity called the Fog God: “Monster Types And YOU: What Fits Your Personality? Take Our 99% Accurate Quiz Inside!”, “Shed Your Human Skin And Thrive,” “Be Uniquely You And Uniquely Free,” “What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster).” There's even some thick books carefully cataloguing certain monsters and the changes they might go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.
After awhile, it’s clear that the Tågevalgten are a bit too friendly and enthralled with buttering you up. In fact, it’s clear that they don’t want you to leave their fold, happy to keep you strapped together with a kumbaya around the campfire. They might not let you go until you take a bite of their Soylent Green or accept a group hunting trip with other newbies, and so on and so on. There’s always some excuse.
Maybe someone else can help you out of these uncomfortable pickles and get you away from here.
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? Does it fit you, or does it feel incongruous with your nature? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
no subject
[She's gotta stop him there, holding up a hand to shush him for a moment. Not because the images are to visceral, but because he said that she's going to change, that appendages may just burst, apparently?
Gross, but then again, she's also had her head ripped in two by a reverse bear trap. Not that she was alive very long after, but these things do happen.
Just to her.
Her hand lowers after a moment, and she exhales.]
Okay. Just spit it out in one go. What part of me is gonna explode and regrow? [Not her tattooed arm, she hopes. That sleeve is a year and changes worth of work, and she'd be pissed to see it go for any length of time.]
no subject
[He says it so casually, like he was just talking about the weather. It's hard to tell if he's joking, since Ash Williams is just...like that, but his expression seems stoic enough. He shrugs, gesturing to all of himself.
Stepping back a little, it might be a little easier to see his faded, ghost-like form. He's been able to focus enough up until this point to maintain a slightly more solid form, but as he starts caring less and less, the more the 'outline' of his silhouette shifts and warps, and he seems to almost become...weirdly grayscale?]
At least, that's the way it was for me. I saw a guy turn into a giant fucking lizard, and also a dude who grew rabbit ears? [But Steve shone a flashlight at him and it sucked, so he can keep his damn ears.] And it's all because of some foggy bitch-ass god or something is snatching people up and turning them into "her children" or whatever.
[He does air quotes to accompany his words, rolling his eyes.]
no subject
Well, she jumps back as she's startled, and her hands shake suddenly, body involuntarily flooded with adrenaline as her heart pounds and her instincts tell her to run, to get safe, because christ, that's The Spirit or something else like her right in front of her and going to probably send her into a world of hurt.
Kate closes her eyes, shuts them tight enough until it blocks out even the faintest trace of light, and then counts back to zero to center herself. It only barely stops her from bolting away from him where she stands.
Instead, she just lets herself fall to the ground so she can sit on it. Just, give her a moment.
Her voice is unnaturally calm as she speaks.]
I want you to know how very hard I am tryin' not to freak out right now and run as fast and as far away from you as I can get. An' I think, even if you don't know me, you need to be appreciatin' the shit out of that.
no subject
Of course, asking for any sort of tact or sympathy from Ashley J. Williams is an exercise in futility.]
You should see how some of the other guys look. Just last month, I was sporting huge tusks and a shitty little tail like some sort of weird cat. Thankfully, I made it out with my stunningly good looks intact. And at least I still have my dick.
[A troll is not very cat-like, but Ash has no other frame of reference. And, unfortunately, he has to make everything about his dick.]
So, like, anyways--expect to look freaky as hell right about a month from now. [Mock jazz hands.] Congrats on hopping out of the frying pan, into the fire.
no subject
Shit sucks. Has for awhile now.
At least this shitty place has the sun.]
I really, really don't need to know about your dick.
[Just so he's clear.]
How freaky we talkin'? Because this tattoo took forever to get finished, and if I loose it, I'll be pissed.
[For reference she holds up her tattoo coated arm, like it's not visible anyway.]