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graveyardsmash2021-11-12 01:40 pm
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TDM: NOVEMBER/DECEMBER
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
You've stumbled your way out of the graveyard, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds of the city. Cars honk at you to get out of the street, and strangers try not to look in your direction for too long. They see your dirty clothes and scraped faces, and pretend to busy themselves with something else. Rarely, a look of pity is cast your way.
But some people try to reach out. Enterprising citizens and those that hope to curry favor with the newcomers pass out new clothes and bundles of food, asking if you have a place to stay the night, wondering about the details of the world you came from. Some are even handing out pamphlets which vary in how helpful they are--"What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)", "Wolpertinger: Fact or Fiction?", "100% ACCURATE MONSTER QUIZ ASSESSMENT: GUARANTEED TO PREDICT YOUR MONSTER!", and "Ryslig Law In A Nutshell".
As you wander from street to street, you come to realize that some of these people seem...off. If you draw close enough to look at them--really look--you'll be able to observe certain uncanny features. A misshapen eye socket that looks more like an insect's compound eye, skin like a loose bag that seems to fit poorly over their own musculature, a backwards hand that seems to function as normal, and, of all things, an opaque mucus that seems to drip from unseen orifices.
Not only do these people look strange, they act strangely, too. One can be seen drinking a cup of whole coffee beans. Another chews on a piece of rubber tire as if it were a stick of gum. A man dressed in a full-body trench coat seems to writhe as he sits and reads a newspaper.
If any of them notice your approach, they immediately stroll over to enthusiastically greet you. When they speak, a droning buzz seems to emanate from deep within their chests. They smile and stare unblinkingly, talking in obscenity-riddled, disjointed sentences.
"Welcome! It is almost a season! Are you ready to fucking party?"
"What the shit! You're monster?"
With time, more and more of these people begin to shuffle towards you in an almost swarm-like fashion. Lose one of them, and more show up around the corner. They're eager to ask questions--most of which make absolutely no sense--and they won't be easily dissuaded from their goals.
Maybe you should run. Or maybe punch one of them. Surely, that won't cause any problems.
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.
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Gina takes a deep breath. A vision of punching this man in the dick enters her mind. She considers how he looks and decides to never follow through with that thought.
"It's an entire continent! What the hell are you on, buddy? LSD? Angel dust?.... Please don't make it meth."
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(THE DICK. She wants to punch you in the THE DICK.)
(Agreed. It’s time to move.)
(PROTECT THE ONLY PART OF YOUR STUPID HALF DEAD BODY WORTH PROTECTING. If you lose the dick it’s all over!)
(If you hadn’t lost your ledger you could *casually* hold it over your crotch for protection. Like someone who isn’t expecting to be punched in the dick and yet is guarded from such a hypothetical eventuality.)
[I get the distinct feeling I’ve used it for that before.]
(You definitely have!)
(Just get ready to move, coach. Watch her hands.)
(No, fall on your knees and plead for forgiveness for asking a question, you stupid fucking bastard.)
“Sorry.” He winces. “Actually, I’m on drouamine, but it’s wearing off. And I lost my memory a few days ago. I do know what continents are, I just haven’t heard of this one yet.”
(Psst, look into this LSD thing later.)
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"I'm... Sorry?" Except she isn't. He is another weird part of this agitating puzzle. It makes her head hurt right behind her left eyeball.
Fuck.
"Then. What the hell is this place? It doesn't look like Coventry," she says feeling a bit off-balance.
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[But I love questions!]
(I know! We all do.)
(I’m sure THE DISGRUNTLED WOMAN is reasonable, underneath all those pamphlets and angry facial/body cues that suggest otherwise.)
(I’m not so sure.)
“Sorry. I’ve only had a rough idea of where I’ve been this week and I’m pretty sure this isn’t it. I’m looking for someone, actually.”
He plows onward, livening up a little with renewed purpose. This someone is important. Way more important than geography.
“He’s uh, about this tall,” His hand indicates a man shorter than himself. “Orange aerostatic jacket, binoc- he’s got glasses. Name’s Kim.”
(You left out the part about him being just the coolest.)
(Add that for good measure.)
“He’s really cool. You'd notice that pretty much immediately, if you've seen him.”
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Having a haunted house or property is not actually a good thing. Plus she has yet to find a company in corporate America willing to believe her ass even with the evidence that won't get her locked up. Real evidence like that is rare.
"No? I literally just escaped from a grave yard and got bombarded with these bullshit pamphlets. I feel like they were made to victimize me." She feels attacked by them, okay?
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“Oh the grave thing- me too. Thought it was a prank. Haha…”
Look he doesn’t remember enough about Jean to know if he’d dump his sorry ass in a grave with his name on it after he passed out, but if he did he’d sure as hell deserve it.
(Let’s try to disentangle ourselves from this situation as safely as possible-)
(Without getting punched in the dick. Please.)
(And focus on finding Kim.)
(Why would he be here?)
(Why wouldn’t he be?)