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graveyardsmash2022-03-12 09:40 am
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TDM: MARCH/APRIL
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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[Vampire buries his hands in his hair, gripping at the long strands. That quickly turns into a weirded out look on his face as he pulls his hands away a bit like they've been burned - he's still not used to how stringy human hair feels.]
Well, I guess if I get to be a vampire again... it's still REALLY dumb but whatever. 'Least then I'll be one thing I'm supposed to be.
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Darling, humans aren't really all that monstrous, they're somewhat of the baseline here. What were you before?
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[What do you mean that's not the dominant life form everywhere.]
Wait, they're called "humans?" They're not like... weird witches?
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Oh.
Like Sparkling said.]
...No, they're definitely humans. There uh, a lot of you who are... Cookies?
[Because if he had a nickel-]
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[He's uh. He's probably not going to stop now until he's named every cookie he can remember.]
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Some of those are flavours. It maybe followed that Sparkling was once a flavour, as concerning as the thought of sentient baked goods is - but what in the name of the Ten Hells was 'Werewolf' supposed to taste like?
(And what the fuck is a Yam?)]
Ah. You definitely know Sparkling. I... Should probably escort you to his place of work.
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Sparkling's name stops Vampire in his tracks, and he wobbles dangerously as he tries to process what Reverie just implied, confusion clear on his face.]
Wha... Sparky? What 'bout Sparky? Here? Work?
[Sparkling's always working, that much isn't surprising, but Vampire swears that the last thing he remembers before passing out and waking up here was leaving the cookie's juice bar back home.]