TDM: MARCH/APRIL

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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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[bugbeverage]

Beetlejuice is never one to pass up any kind of invitation and so he drift over and plunks himself down, hands on his knees. He is fighting so hard not to thing about the infinite fractal of worlds that comes from there being more than one. Now, the world of the living and the world of the dead were connected.

But wherever this shiny fellow was from was nothing like his own world if they didn't know how the basics of going through processing after you die went. Beetlejuice felt a little dizzy.

"Oh...oh, yeah. Red tape all the way down," he says a little distractedly. Then, in a sudden burst of violent determination, Beetlejuice slaps himself hard across the jaw. "AAHOW! Wow, okay! Whew! Enough of that!"

He slung an arm over the back of the bench, trying very hard to put it over Der Tod's shoulders.

"So, where are you staying?"

[derletztetanz]

"Paperwork? Peculiar."

It seems, perhaps, as though they might have thrown dear Lawrence here for a loop with their observations. It wouldn't be the first time that a conversation with them has resulted in-

A slap across the face.

Huh.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

They can see that the man is trying to get closer, drape around them...and, perhaps surprisingly, they do not flinch away. What does it matter, after all? The grime is...unpleasant, but it's all vaguely unpleasant right now, anyway. Perhaps they will regret it, but for now? Being touched is sort of...novel, really.

They raise a brow at the question, humming a moment as they consider their answer.

"...I hadn't thought about it. I have just arrived, and I do not...ordinarily need a place to sleep."

[bugbeverage]

That allowance would only encourage the ghoul to scooch in closer and press them together, side to side. Real cozy!

"We-hell you better start thinking about it. You need a guy like me, Big D, to show you the ropes! I might not have ever been alive, but I've had to find a place to crash on short notice plenty of times! And since I'm so nice, you don't even have to worry about repaying me--right now. We'll call it an I.O.U."

He leaned forward so that he could look up into their face with that big, high ticket grin.

[derletztetanz]

Ah, yes, there's the regret.

But they don't flinch, all the same. The worst of it is probably the smell, but...well, they've smelled their share of corpses, in their time. If anything, being called 'Big D' is more off-putting than the contact - and the wheedling in those words doesn't go unnoticed.

They raise a delicate brow in response to the grin.

"...I would appreciate the aid, BJ...and I suppose fair is fair. You would, of course, not possibly be stupid enough to try to cheat me, after all."

Their voice is level, given the edge in what is actually said.