TDM: JANUARY/FEBRUARY

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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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[myrrhs]

[Muriel doesn't so much startle at the sound, but his reaction is one of wariness approaching fear, shoulders pulling in tight as he turns toward her voice. His green eyes almost glow in the dark, scanning the graveyard before his gaze lands on her.]

[He doesn't relax. But he does pause, and makes the active decision not to run. Instead, he looks at the gravedigger again. That's right, he'd heard something else, before the man appeared in front of him. Something else, someone else. Must have been her.]

He hurt you?

[Even though he's still staring at the gravedigger, the question's most definitely directed at Rosa.]

[ghostlygaze]

[She tensed when she realized that the man she had been staring at had noticed her, ducking behind the gravestone again reflexively before it dawned on her that he didn't mean her any harm - unlike the gravedigger over there. She slowly peeked back out from behind the gravestone, carefully rising to her feet, her knees feeling a little weak now that the adrenaline was beginning to wear off.]

I... I suppose? I mean, he got me with the spade, but I don't think anything is broken.

[Not that she knew if anything was indeed broken, once all the adrenaline wore off her arm would most likely be hurting much more than it did at the moment, if the size of the red-blue-purple bruise decorating her forearm was anything to go by. She was still a little hesitant, rubbing her arm and standing behind what was previously her hiding spot, a little apprehensive but at the very least she wasn't bolting.]