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graveyardsmash2022-09-09 09:15 am
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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.
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Truly, if Emporio could see himself in a mirror, he'd be recoiling at that as well. Half of why he can keep even this calm is that he can only see so much. Everything is left to the imagination, but nothing else feels so off, so wrong, that he can think to be repulsed. He can focus on what's around him.
At least a little, anyway.
It's the reason he can, instead of remaining paralyzed, look to Keldor with brief confusion.
The....first? Time?] You...
...W...wait...this happened to you before? [he can't help but ask, even as he watches the other with a wary eye.] ...Before coming here?
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No. I have been here a little while. Long enough to have experienced ... this ... before.
[Hey, we can say that. It's a test drive after all.]
A shame no one could have warned you about it; to lessen the shock of discovery.
[Because becoming a man-eating monster wasn't bad enough. They had to go and turn you into a supersized version, too. Being told about that would go a long way 'round here.]
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Emporio tries to grasp the meaning of what he's being told- it happens...more than once? As best he could see, no one was one monster one month and then another the next- the few that were had said something about a witch being involved instead of anything normal, when he'd taken the risk of asking.
But this doesn't sound like that. It doesn't sound like that at all.] I knew that we would become...'something'... [he admits, holding himself as best he can with arms too long to properly hug around his middle.] ...But how can it happen more than once?
[Keldor might have to spell it out a little- there's some things that he can't quite leap to without more information in the end.]
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See this? See the fog?
[It seems to be growing thicker with each passing moment...]
All who come to Ryslig become monsters. This fact you know already. But the fog... The fog is different. When the fog comes in, it brings with it more changes.
Watch now.
[..and as it does, it seems to be affecting the manticore's appearance. As if the one it had wasn't bad enough already. As if the fog thought that "improvements" could be made to the original form. Taking something that was initially the size of a pony and making it into something SUV-sized, for starters.]
This is the other change that I speak of. You do not become another creature. You become another version of what you already are.
You become ... even more of a monster.
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But watching this happen to another right before him, so casually, is another sort of thing to behold. Revulsion is not the right word- it's something more subtle than that, a creeping realization that brings with it an equally quiet fear. Emporio swallows as his eyes gradually become aware that Keldor has been, and is still, for a little bit, growing. And with every moment of it, he finds himself unable to look away that much more.]
That's.... ....and that's every fog..? [He finds himself asking, a tremor in his voice.] It gets worse every time..?
[Well. Maybe there is a Little silver lining.]
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[There's a look on the cat monster's face that seems to be that of someone who knows that no matter where he goes, he's effectively doomed to become something terrible. That he wants to escape this sort of thing, but doesn't know how. Or who he can turn to to either help him escape it, or, failing that, make this sort of thing more bearable.]
It comes and it goes. When it comes you become something truly terrifying, but when it goes you return to... Return to... Whatever "normal" was for you as far as being a monster is concerned.
[As in, you're still a monster; you're just the monster you were before the fog rolled in.]
I wish I had better news to tell.
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[A swallow. This isn't something that can be...fought against, after all, but just trying to take it in is still another matter entirely. He can't directly look at Keldor anymore, blinking and then looking away as he considers what he's hearing.]
Not constantly increasing...just...cyclical...
[Another swallow. The nerves are rising still, but he does his best to try and keep calm.
(It's not working.)] ...O...okay... ...I can...handle that. I can...
[He can absolutely NOT handle this!!!]
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Because if anyone needs to hear good news in this place, it's a child. Especially this child. Who is stuck here. Changing. Mutating. Becoming something that'd give anyone nightmares.
But for those people, it'd be a nightmare one can wake up from. There's no waking up from this one.]
I wish I could give you better news.
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[Okay? It's so far from okay, but what does he even do here? Right now he doesn't even know who he's talking to. Right now he wants to go back to his hidey hole that he's been living in, sleeping in, but he won't even fit in there anymore. Right now...]
...I don't really expect good news here...
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[Uh... Now that you mention it...]
I seem to have momentarily forgotten my manners. My apologies. I am Keldor.
[Prince of Eternia... Son of King Miro
who should've hugged his kids more. Yadda yadda. It gets left out, not because this kid might not be all that impressed by fancy titles, but because it's hard to feel regal anymore when you've been turned into some kind of creature against your willwhat Randor would make of his own brother right now. oohhhh boy...]no subject
It's a name. (He's not obligated to give one back, he knows. He especially knows how fast he would have simply run for it by now at home, rather than face anything like this, but...)]
...E...Emporio.
[He'll keep his last name to himself, though.] ...My name is Emporio.