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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[ shoving is absolutely not the nicest thing to do to someone - Nancy had learned that in kindergarten - especially not a someone who's just saved you from taking a bumper to the knees, but it's been so long since she's had any sort of time to take a breath and make a rational decision. lizard brain instinct controls her thoughts and, subsequently, her limbs, and it controls the twin scowl peering back at him now.

there's no throbbing heartbeat in her ears, but the city sounds fill that void all the same, the pressure mounting in her, a kettle about to screech. a little feral, even as she lets out a breath, glances over her shoulder at the road, the cars that have taken up the space where she'd just been standing, and then back at him. ]

I have to get out of here.

[ okay, so it's probably not the thank you that he may or may not be expecting, but at least Nancy doesn't shove him again. baby steps. there's a pamphlet burning a hole in her back pocket about monsters, of all things, and the only thought pinballing around her head is run run run. ]

[Aaron raises an eyebrow. Of course people have to get out of here - he didn't understand the people who seemed frankly complacent about the whole dragged to monster superhell by a 'god'. That didn't mean walking into traffic because you're on edge is a good idea.

For one thing it won't even get you out of here.]

Don't we all? Not exactly all here willingly.

[But - okay. Maybe he can stop being an ass for five minutes.]

...Take a breath, though. Panicking isn't going to help.

[ as much as she'd like to gnash her own teeth and continue to be uselessly furious - a familiar feeling, altogether welcome, she realizes, in comparison to the creeping numbness from the last monster superhell she'd been in - Nancy grasps onto the waning fury in the mood and reels it back in.

taking a breath is a good idea. he's right. and he's already given her a piece of information that she can work with, which helps to distract her from the panic. ]

Where is 'here?'

[ maybe if she'd stopped to do more than ungratefully snatch offered clothes from the few people who'd seemed to take pity on her predicament, she might already have a better understanding of what, exactly, was going on in this place. but you can't expect those kinds of things from Nancy just yet.

she takes another couple of breaths, but they don't help the more pressing question. reaching behind her, she snatches the pamphlet from her back pocket and brandishes at him. ]

What's all this bullshit about monsters?

[Where is here? Well. It's a very good question. Nowhere that makes sense. He folds his arms, clearly troubled by the question.]

Whole area's called Ryslig. This city is Bavan, biggest city in the whole place. But I can't say I ever heard of it before, but that might just say somethin' about the state of the American high school system.

[He's joking, but it's more because he's not entirely comfortable confronting the notion this place is somewhere other.]

Apparently - these monsters walking round? - we turn into them. Some... God calling itself the Fog does it. Apparently it brought us here too.

[ information is something that Nancy can work with, and she visibly gets calmer as he speaks, her eyes bright and attentive and still a little - a lot - combative, although now they're narrowed in concentration instead of narrowed at him in general.

she seems disturbingly fine with the fact that they're somewhere else - that much she had gathered at this point - but when he uses the F word things start to go downhill. it brought us here doesn't go over well, either. ]

No. No, no, no, nonononono.

[ the monsters seem like a footnote compared to the fact that she's been kidnapped by yet another otherworldy deity. ]

Okay [ she says, with a fire that had mostly gone out from her time spent in her own Fog. leave it to new surroundings to make her feel human again. the irony of this will dawn on her at some later date ] Well, I'm definitely getting the hell out of here.

[ but then Nancy seems to remember that he exists, as a real person and not just some tragic NPC in the eternal drama of her own life, and then her eyes narrow again in the split second before she starts with the third degree. ]

... what's your name? Have you been here long?

[Concern knits his brow. Most of the people you met who'd been taken by this Fog thing here were... Upset, but not like this. This was something a lot more pronounced, and it wasn't hard to see that it was connected to when he states what little he knows about the Fog.]

H-hey. It can't be true, right?

[But even as he says it he knows he's just reaching for falsehoods to try and make things feel better.]

Apparently we can't get out of here, but... Maybe there's something they're all just missing. Gotta be.

[Right?]

Aaron Wojciecowski. About... God, a week?

TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY

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sorry to all dbd characters for the fog word

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