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.

Comments

[recuttal]

[He's not really used to fighting anymore-- his body has all sorts of muscle memory that paradoxically feels foreign to him. Besides, he knows he doesn't stand a chance of fighting a fucking monster, and he doesn't really want to test his luck with that. But-- he doesn't want to just leave someone to the dogs when they're just standing there so-- at least he still knows how to hide and run away.]

Don't just stand there--!!

[Hinata speaks without really thinking about it, running up to the man and grabbing his arm, and yanking him along as he makes a break for it again.] I wouldn't try and take that thing on if I were you...!

[goodolfashionedvillain]

--!!

[Vicious barely has time to register the rapidly approaching footfalls before he's jerked out of range of the gravekeeper's wrath. The downward plunge of pitchfork misses him by inches, the tines piercing the ground hard enough to sink the entire head into the ground.

It takes him a few seconds to process that he's running now, his escape aided by this helpful stranger dragging him along by the arm. He's stumbling at first, but quickly falls in line with his young savior, making it easier for them to get the absolute hell out of there. Unconsciously, Vicious grips the other man's wrist like his life depends on it, because it very well might-- he's running and keeping up just fine for now, but every step is agony and he knows that if he doesn't keep up, they're probably goners.]

What is that thing--?!

[He regrets asking almost immediately, it's surprisingly difficult to run and breathe in this unfamiliar climate.]

[recuttal]

[The sound of the pitchfork piercing into the ground makes him wince, but it doesn't stop Hinata from running; he keeps his own grip tight when he can feel the other man holding on, and he keeps running, his eyes darting around their surroundings.]

Some kind of monster-- that's all I can tell. [It seems... unbelievable, but there's not really any time for him to think about what's believable or not.

But when it seems like they've gotten far enough-- he glances back over his shoulder, past his new companion in hopes the gravekeeper is giving up-- and then pulls the man along, diverting his path to duck past a pillar of the cemetery's gate. He kneels down as they stop, releasing his grip even as he keeps looking out for the gravekeeper.]</small. You okay? Sorry for the surprise, but I figure it's better than getting stabbed with a pitchfork...