graveyardsmash | TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY

TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY

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".

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? 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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[ Rolling his eyes, Misha watched the girl kicking at the gravestone. What was this, some dumping ground for wayward teens? Still, pretty fucking weird that she's hollering about having not been killed properly, because he was just thinking the same thing. Idly, he paces over towards her from his own row of graves. Either there's something else going on, or it's a coincidence that the two of them have found themselves in open graves. Maybe it's not Ivan after all.]

So, [ he starts, folding his arms over his chest defensively ] there's more of us here. 'M gonna go out on a limb and guess you haven't got a fucking clue why you're here either?

You've got some dirt, by the way. Right here.

[ He points to the side of his face unobscured by his hair. ]

[She looked up from the now slightly askew gravestone she had been kicking at the approaching footsteps, surprised to see someone else in the graveyard with her. She had expected a ghost, the specters that haunted her like to congregate there just for the fun of it, but this guy obviously wasn't one. Too solid, and the specs of dirt clinging to him told her this was another failed burial.]

I... I guess I don't, besides apparently being buried. And since you're asking, I'll guess you don't know where we are either, 'cause I sure don't.

She wiped at the spot he was pointing to on his face, making a face when she felt the dirt smear a large stripe across her cheek down to her jaw, suddenly regretting not wearing something with longer sleeves.

I'm Rosa, by the way.

You'd be guessing right, I haven't got a clue. I thought I knew, but now… Well, I'm not so sure. Anyway, you can call me Misha.

[ He chews on his bottom lip and studies her quietly. She doesn't seem like a threat, seems like she's just as confused to be here as he is. If the two of them are here, what are the chances of there being others? Backing away from her and her apparent grave, he eyes the shadows in the distance with a frown. Trying to figure out how to get out of this place is probably going to be difficult with how dark it's getting. ]

Hey… Do you see that?

[ Pointing off into the distance, between some trees there's an odd glow bobbing up and down. Squinting at it, it takes him a second to realise that it's probably some kind of lantern and that the movement is likely because someone is carrying it. Friend or foe, though, that's the question. ]

Hm? See what- Oh... That's weird.

[She cocked her head some as she studied the light Misha had pointed out, eyebrows furrowing. Ghost orbs it was not, but a lantern it sure as hell was.]

It could be the person in charge of the graveyard, they might be able to tell us something. Or a grave-robber if you want a less cheery option. What do you think?

[She glanced over to Misha before looking at the lantern light bobbing through the trees, trying to see if she could make out the figure attached to the lantern, but not having much luck due to the trees obscuring her vision together with the encroaching darkness.]

If it's the latter or something, I have- [she patted her pockets, then looked annoyed.] Correction, I had a Swiss army knife. Not anymore apparently.

Or it's whoever put us here. Either way, I want answers.

[ Watching the light moving around, he can't tell how far away it is. They can definitely get to it unseen if they're careful, though. There's plenty of cover from trees and headstones, and there's enough broken pieces of those same headstones and the like lying around. If they were in need of a weapon, they could just as easily utilise that if they really needed to. ]

You sure you're up for this? It could be someone who works here, someone helpful, but it could just as easily be someone who means us harm.

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Aw, you're worried for me? How sweet.

[The grin that spread on her face was entirely teasing, nose wrinkling and eyes squinting slightly as she grinned at him, hands tucking into her pockets.]

I'm not helpless, if that's what you think. I mean, running is easier than fighting any day, but I can hold my own. Besides, strength in numbers, right?

I'm worried for me.

[ Self-preservation always wins out after all. His voice is clipped, and he narrows his eyes at her. She reminds him far too much of her, and he doesn't want to think about that right now – not when he's fuck knows where and has no idea where she might even be; if she's here at all. ]

Running is the smart thing to do. That doesn't mean it's easy.

[ He doesn't know why she seems so chipper, they just woke up in goddamned graves. Misha doesn't want to fight – he hates it, he's too accustomed to it. It's a last resort if anything. ]

[It wasn't hard for her to spot the look he gave her, it was one she had seen thousands of times across her lifetime; a look of 'what the hell is wrong with you?', and it felt like bitter bile in her mouth. Her smile became more forced, eyebrow twitching slightly as she bit the inside of her cheek.]

Let me have my small comforts, man. 'Sides, nothing ventured nothing gained, and we sure as hell aren't gaining anything standing around here watching whoever is wandering around out there.

[Her voice was a touch more wry now, removing the foot that had been resting on her gravestone this whole time from it, moving to take a step towards the still-bobbing lantern in the treeline.]

Come on, if this person's really a danger, then I'd rather have the element of surprise than give that to them.

[ Small comforts she says, like they haven't just woken up in a fucking graveyard. He rolls his eyes as she continues on. She's right about getting the advantage on whoever this may be if they're a threat… but he's concerned she may be reckless. He's just met her, doesn't know a single thing about her other than the fact that she apparently usually carries a knife on her. ]

Yeah, alright.

[ Pointing towards the trees, he tilts his head in the opposite direction. ]

You take that side, I'll take this side. If they catch on to someone being here, I'd rather they only spot one of us.

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