graveyardsmash | TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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

(CW: Human remains)

When you awaken, you are hit with an immediate feeling of motion. A bobbing, if you will, or perhaps more of a rocking. You take a deep breath through your nose and take note of salt, along with the pungent scent of rotting wood. Creaking sounds echo all around you. Sitting up, you find yourself locking eyes with a skull.

An entire human skeleton is positioned across from you, resting limply against a pillar. Surveying the rest of your surroundings, you soon realize that you're below deck on an old, dilapidated ship. A ship that's on the move. The crew must have suffered a terrible fate, strewn as they all are across the floor. With their ripped poofy shirts, sheathed cutlasses and jaunty feathered hats, they seem to scream one word at you. "Pirates". ...Ooh, is that an abandoned bottle of rum? And a treasure chest? Surely they won't mind if you help yourself. They're dead, after all!

Once you've ascended the creaky steps, you find yourself on the deck of this vast, once proud vessel. A tattered Jolly Roger flaps overhead. Thick fog obscures most of the ocean surrounding you, but what's that straight ahead? Land ho! The ship's about to make port, and a crowd of curious onlookers has already gathered on the docks to stare up at this spooky new arrival. They appear apprehensive, perhaps even fearful, as if they haven't seen a ship come in for a long time. Will they hold you accountable for what happened to the skeleton crew? Will they praise you for 'ridding' them of pirates and allow you to keep the booty? There's no way to know just yet. Perhaps you'd best hide and find a way to disembark without being seen. Or perhaps there's someone else to be found here on this ship who suffered the same fate; someone who has a better idea of what to do.

SCENARIO TWO

You've stumbled your way into a city, and you're promptly besieged by the overwhelming sights and sounds. 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 lost expression and your clothes- so different from their own- 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. A hefty laptop may be handed to you, with words of a ‘network’ used for communication. Wonder what that’s about? Then there’s the very confusing pamphlet stuffed within: "What To Expect When You're Expecting (To Turn Into A Monster)”. They may direct you to an organisation known as the Lighthouse, their members most prominently found at the 38-8 apartments and the Lighthouse Church. Or perhaps, if you're injured, they'll refer you to the Crowe Clinic instead. Unfortunately, the directions you're given are so very complicated that you lose your way in the streets after two left turns, a right and a left at the soup kitchen.

Take care when asking for more help. 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

Now that you've found a moment of peace, you open up the mysterious device that's been handed to you. Perhaps you'll recognize it as some sort of laptop, albeit an old and clunky one. Or perhaps you'll be astounded by this curious feat of technology, which is unlike anything you've ever seen before. Regardless, the moment the lid is propped open to reveal the screen and the keyboard within, you gain your first glimpse of the network.

Perhaps you'll want to choose a username and write your very first message, posing the pressing question that's on your mind at this very moment. The lettered buttons click and clack awkwardly beneath your fingertips as you type.

However, you may instead want to respond to today's most popular message.

WELCOME TO RSDOS.
PRESS F1 TO COMPOSE POST.

*** TODAY’S TOP POST ***

018.07.154.55 <JUSTSOMEGUY> Let's play Two Truths, One Lie! It's real easy! You just post three statements about yourself, and the rest of us have to guess the lie. It'll be fun! And you get to be a liar liar without your pants catching fire for a bit.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[He can respect that. Same hat in fact, if he's being real honest.

On regrets not the other thing-]

Is it better or worse that way?

I read a lot about some historic royal families, but I don't know how that would change in another world- or another time actually...

(Do I have to offer two truths and a lie too now?)

i suppose it depends upon whom you ask.
it's better for me, as i quite like my sister. it was also my parents' choice to produce a set of twins, so it isn't as though the situation took them by surprise. i believe the plan was always for us to co-rule, though circumstances now prevent me from returning home for any length of time. i plan to cede the throne to her officially next we meet.

you aren't required to, but I'll gladly play if you'd like.

Oh neat!

I mean I feel like I probably should...

1. I can fly a helicopter

2. I take after my dad

3. I don't know my birthday

[After a brief moment he adds-]

I should probably have asked if you knew what a helicopter was.

hm!
i admit i am unsure, but i believe it is a vehicle, correct? there are some atmos shuttles that have heli blades to stay aloft, and the name similarity implies a connection alongside the ability to fly one.

i think 3 is too obviously strange to be the lie, it seems like bait.
is it 2? do you take after your mother?

It is!

You're right though- I can't call 3 a lie since I at least celebrate something for a birthday, so it's 'true'.

I think I got my hair and eyes from my dad at least though. I never met him, so I wouldn't know... It could just be a fluke.

your life circumstances sound very unique. how is it you aren't sure when your birthday is if you know your mother? mine won't let me forget.

[oh no-

He did not think the full consequences of this through-

(Quick, self! An excuse!)]

My mom worried about other things more I guess...A birthday is a good milestone, but that's all right?

[nailed it]

[This feels like a lie, but it's one Ianthe will keep in her back pocket rather than pouncing on for now. It's more fun to make people squirm in real life.]

i see.
well, happy birthday, whenever it may be. :)

how is it you came to learn to fly a helicopter? was it for work?

[He'll have her know it's technically entirely true! ...Technically.

Also no one's having anyone know anything, technically.]

Hah, thanks.

Not really. [Career 12 year old....that's an image he has now.] I just like learning things- I didn't expect to actually fly one seriously.

[He's decided once is enough, honestly.]

how serendipitous.

[who are you, Tongues. why is your life so strange and interesting.]

perhaps i'll ask of your expertise whenever i must learn to operate the antiques here.

[You can't catch him! He's too short and will duck your notice in reality! ...Maybe!

...Honestly he wouldn't mind giving online advice though, that feels neat.]

I can't guarantee I'll know how everything works, but I might be able to explain a few things...

Most of the technology is pretty old.

older than you could possibly imagine! ;)

i admit it's both interesting and unnerving being surrounded by such ancient nonsense.

Yeah?

What year was it for you, then?

[Wouldn't he like to know!]

roughly ten thousand years after now, give or take a few.

[...........................Wow okay, excuse him for a minute-

...

Wow!]

Oh.

That...Is far. I'm not even sure these would be just antiques after 10,000 years...Most things that old would probably go in a museum if they were in tact enough.

I can definitely say I'm closer to this era than I am yours though...

[It definitely doesn't feel revealing to say that now!]

no, i can assure you, much of the earth is underwater or rotted entirely away. i've seen one single antique building and i spent the entire visit convinced it would fall down around our ears.

most people i've conversed with seem to be similar. no one from my own time. which may be for the best, my own time is an utter shitshow.

Oh....

Yeah not a lot survives being underwater. A lot of buildings made in the 'modern' day aren't really made to last either. Some of it is for environmental reasons, but most of it is because it's cheap.

That bad though..?

my own home is built to last purely because any kind of architectural failure could potentially lead to our entire population dying horribly in space. even then there are still complaints about the budget. i understand.

oh, absolutely. it's a nightmare.
nevertheless, i intend to return.

That's definitely a good reason to focus on structural safety.

I think budget complaints are universal though.

...I mean, better the nightmares you know right? I'd take mine over this at least...

[Well. If he could, he means, but that's basically the spot they're all in.]

TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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