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graveyardsmash2022-01-14 03:47 pm
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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.
1 - god I'm so sorry
The voice that comes from a neighboring grave is unsettlingly familiar, nasally and irritated - and it's followed by the sight of a bald head poking up from the hole, spotted with dirt and glasses crooked.
"Gizmo? That you?" After a moment or two of awkward clawing, the astoundingly average figure of Colin Robinson pulls himself from his apparent place of rest, white suit still dappled with soil and grime and - some manner of ooze on his lapels. He looks around, frowning, then looks to Guillermo, resting his hands on his hips.
"Is this your idea of a joke, or...what? I mean, I don't even use a coffin. Even if you had put me in a coffin first. It would have been funnier if you had done it to Nandor. Or Nadja. Or Lazlo. Or Nadja's doll. Or the Baron. Or the Sire. Now, if you were aiming for referential humor, because I was almost buried with no coffin before, I would - ow. Shit."
He stops droning on, rubbing at a scrape on his neck, frowning as he starts to realize something isn't...quite right here. He doesn't Feel Right.
NEVER APOLOGIZE I LOVE THIS SEVERELY
"This isn't my doing. I thought Nadja and Laszlo did it as a prank. Since you're here too, and we did bury you in the backyard before, it would make sense, but..." He points at the headstone. "That's a bit elaborate for them. Also, putting us in a whole-ass graveyard."
There's a spot between his shoulder blades that's itching. It's not Slayer Senses, but it's definitely a Wrongness.
"Also, they'd...stick around to see the end of their prank." Oh, God, unless they were having sex on a grave. Which would be extremely on-brand for them.