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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2. You've Sold Out Your Dream To The World

[heyhohey]

"S-sorry?"

The young man standing nearby looks up from his book when he is addressed - not startled, but...certainly surprised. He furrows his brows, looking the stranger over. Still human, but...well, he must be an arrival. But he's...looking at the pamphlets, and he's...excited?

"Usually a month or so in, it seems like," he answers, slowly, in a soft voice tilted at the corners by a German accent and softly lisped by four prominent fangs. His tail swishes behind him, agitated by confusion.

"D-did you just say that you are...looking forward to it?"

[breedscontempt]

Fangs. Fangs. Oh, hell yes. Four of them, though. And a tail. Not, uh. Not normal vampire features. So, not a vampire. (Damn. He still hasn't met a local one.)

"A month," he says to himself. "I've waited long enough. A month is fine." Then, raising his voice back to a normal pitch, he smiles brightly at the guy he'd accosted. "Oh, yeah. Definitely looking forward to it. I've picked out my monster and everything."

[heyhohey]

This nets Guillermo a blank, puzzled stare in return - the furrow in his brows tightens, his head tilting lightly to one side. "It's...good that you are feeling positively about it," he offers, tone friendly for all that it is puzzled.

"...You've...picked out...your monster?"

Alfred is reasonably sure it doesn't work that way, but - well, no need to break that to this fellow immediately. Maybe he has an explanation.

[breedscontempt]

"Yeah!" Guillermo says, excitedly, perhaps too excitedly. His grin is wide enough to split his face as he says, "I'm gonna be a vampire."

Finally.

[heyhohey]

Okay, so, that's a face journey that Alfred goes on. Surprise, then confusion, then anxiety (he presses a hand, absently, to the wicked scar on the side of his neck), then back to confusion again.

"...Ah...you...you want...to be a vampire? I - h-have you - have you already been - bitten? Is that why you are thinking you will...?"

Who IS this fellow?

[breedscontempt]

That sure is a face journey. Guillermo's a little confused by it - surely it's no big deal since vampires are common knowledge here and puta madre look at that scar has everyone in the fucking multiverse been bitten except for him?!

"No, I haven't been bitten," he says, and he probably sounds to Alfred's ears unusually annoyed about that. And under his breath: "If I can't get home, I might never be."

[heyhohey]

There's a long moment of Alfred just sort of standing there, working his jaw, trying to figure out how best to say what he needs to say in this situation - but this man seems rather like he's going to be disappointed if he does not become a vampire. And Alfred really can't relate to that.

Not...at...all.

Ahem.

"Well, I - I am...sorry, it's just - you do not get to...choose? I don't think? I was bitten before my arrival, and I was actively turning, but then when I got here, I was...human again. And then a month later...."

He gestures to his horns, his tail, the thick black claws he has filed down.