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graveyardsmash2021-09-10 09:23 am
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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.
Phil Connors | Groundhog Day (musical)
[He was dead. He finally did it. He was out of that hell and he was finally dead. Surely it can’t be Groundhog Day anymore, right? No one buries a body the day someone dies, right?
… But there was that issue of why he was still aware of everything happening if he was dead. He didn’t question it at first (although he did loudly complain about the dirt falling on his face), but when he rubbed the side of his head he realized that his bullet wound was gone, and besides a dull headache he felt perfectly fine.
His relief and mild annoyance quickly makes way to panic as he sits up suddenly, feeling the dirt walls and staring at his hands trying to figure out what’s going on. Was he really dead? This is clearly not the loop anymore but he can’t begin to fathom why he’s suddenly in an open grave. He was sure that his funeral would be flocked by people mourning his death or… at least give him a coffin.
Phil, frankly, takes an embarrassingly long time to climb himself out of the grave. After taking a moment to catch his breath he notices what looks to be the gravekeeper and starts shouting at him.]
Hey jackass! Make sure someone’s dead before you decide to bury them!
[He notices the pitchfork, and he notices how weird this whole situation is, but he wasn’t one to keep his thoughts to himself, especially after spending years in a timeloop.
But when the man starts shambling to him wordlessly, he starts to realize just how off this situation was. His self preservation skills have all but dried up, but there was a small voice within him screaming at him to take it seriously for once in his life. He takes a few steps back and fakes a laugh.]
H-hey, it was just a joke! You don’t have to get pissed off at me like that.
[There is no response from the gravekeeper as he continues to make his way towards Phil. Barely thinking, he starts running away, and hides behind the closest person to him.]
Look, back off! If you get any closer my bodyguard is gonna kick your ass!
Two
[Phil hated small towns to his very core. He hated the sad size, the sad buildings, and the sad people that lived there. There was only so much you can do in a small town without going absolutely crazy and he was proof positive of that.
So when he finds himself in Rota surrounded by the Tåg, he is more put off by the general vibe of this place rather than the weird worship they were having over him. He “politely” talks to the citizens and offers autographs, and even gleefully helps himself to some drinks.
Still, he wasn’t stupid, and quickly he gets uncomfortable by these strangers fawning over him and offering him “steak”.
He notices someone who looks similarly uncomfortable and leans next to them, speaking in a low voice.]
Hey, you think they’d let us go if I just started screaming and punching everyone?
Four - Pooka
[One day, you will find a furry man lying face down on the sidewalk. It wouldn’t be a stretch to assume he was dead if he wasn’t mumbling to himself in the most pathetic voice.]
I’m in hell. They sent me to hell. What did I even do to deserve this fate?
[... Yeah Phil seems to be having a real one with his transformation.]
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I mean, I'm not averse to a good ass-kicking...you okay, man?
no subject
Of course I'm fine! Especially now that my bodyguard is here to kick his ass.
[Then, in a hushed tone:]
I might have called him a jackass and I think he tried to bury me alive. Look, I promise I'll pay you if you just do this for me, okay?
no subject
Yeah, I'll kick your ass, [she says to the gravekeeper.] I'll shove that pitchfork right where the sun don't shine, so clear off. Go on! Get! [She makes shooing motions.] If you know what's good for ya!
4
[Reverie is not alive. You've got that one over him. The tall, albino vampire is leaning over the funny looking creature in the sidewalk, drawn to staring like many of the human passers by, who seem more than happy to rubberneck someone not having fun with their first changes.]
Look at it this way - some of us have a finite amount of time left in the sun! At least you've just been assigned - oh, what is it the younger ones call it?
[He grins.]
A fursona?
cw suicide dicussion
[The sarcasm is dripping in his voice as he flips over, showing Reverie that he has a noticeable pair of buck teeth and he looks like he hasn't slept in days.]
You know I died so I wouldn't have to deal with that damned rat anymore. [He provides no elaboration on the rat part.] Really, how could people worship that "fog god" if she clearly wants to have innocent people suffer like this?
[He is very clearly more hung up about being turned into a groundhog rather than the whole cannibalism thing.]
cw further suicide discussion
[Sorry Phil. This is the level of understanding he has of fursonas and fur culture. Reverie is not a bright man.]
They like their body modifications, I suppose. It must be better than being a human, at least. I lost all consideration of her as worth worship when she made me one on arrival.
[Then he was a fish. Then a person again. And finally, a sparkling vampire. Go figure.]
Besides. Being fluffy isn't so bad. And those teeth will help with the... Feeding.
[He grins, baring the lengthened lateral incisors and canines he's received himself.]
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... You know, two days ago I'd think you were bullshitting me by implying that you weren't human before, but I'm not even going to ask now.
[Seeing his teeth makes him sit up, looking frustrated.]
Wait you're telling me you're a vampire and saying I don't have it so bad? Being a vampire would be so much more sexy than becoming the fucking rat that's been making my life a living hell.
[Yeah he Definitively seems more upset about being a rat over the cannibalism.]
no subject
I am very sexy. That is true.
[And he's Sooooo modest too.]
I'm also dead and had to die to get the whole vampirism thing going.
cw more suicide dicussion
At least you said one thing right today.
[But he frowns again at the dying part.]
Look, I died back home before I got here. I really don't mind dying again, especially if Punxsutawney is gonna haunt me here too.
cw more suicide talk
[It's gibberish to Rev.]
Death before coming here isn't unusual. I was on my third. Death here, however? I'd avoid it, if you can. If you value your... Memories, that is.