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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.
<TheCoolestTurtle> 1/2
Okay, okay. Listen.
You haven't lived until you made something out of pipe cleaners.
Hold onto your butt.
<TheCoolestTurtle> 2/2
One is of a package of pipe cleaners.
The second image is an attempt at a crown. Its sure... mildly crown shaped.]
Gimme like a day or two. My baby brother is the art guy. I'm just the cool one.
<sanctumreverentia>
i will await your efforts with great anticipation.
[and she does. true to her word, she waits for these godawful photos, and ends up laughing a little over them.]
fantastic. it looks like it's been run over. i love it.
you have a brother?
<TheCoolestTurtle>
I'm working, I'm working! It will be glorious. I have some rhinestones too. Choose wisely, purple, pink, red, green.
Like three of them. Raph, Donnie, and Mikey.
<sanctumreverentia>
or at least they used to be purple. they were blue after the soul devouring. they may have gone back now that my magic appears to be gone. i'll have to check the next time i see a mirror.
please elaborate on how you were raised in the sewer with three brothers, i'm absolutely fascinated.
<TheCoolestTurtle> spoilers to season 1 & 2 of Rise of The TMNT
When two men loathe each other very much, in the divorce one of them who is now a mutant rat because the other one mutated him, will take the children to the sewers to hide.
So, my brothers and I are divorcee children raised in the sewers.
Simple, right?
(Okay, Barry and my dad didn't get married, it was more a kidnapping situation? I mean like, adults lives are sooooo weird, lol)
<sanctumreverentia>
it's a pleasure to meet you, Leon. :) my name is Ianthe.
your family situation sounds at least as unhinged as mine and you didn't even get a royal bloodline out of it. unfair, in my opinion.
is there a reason your father did not simply find you alternate care rather than taking you into the sewers? it seems an overreaction, is all.
<TheCoolestTurtle>
Technically, one dad was a movie star. Sooooo, kinda royalty for people who love great movies. It's truly sad we have no Lou Jitsu here. A travesty upon this weird cannibal #cringe world.
Eh, Dad got mutated too, into a rat. We were all on the run from the other dad. I guess the sewers seemed like a good idea at the time.
please tell me more unhinged facts, while i craft this crown.
<sanctumreverentia> cw: dismemberment, medical necromancy horror? uhh
mine is Ianthe Tridentarius, but it's a bit silly to refer to me with my title. if you want to get very impersonal you could simply call me Third, but Ianthe is perfectly suitable.
so you all became mutants and decided to hide in the sewers for much of your lives. i suppose i can't fault it when i've no idea how i'd handle that situation but i think you can agree the sewer is hardly a decent place to live even short-term.
let's see... i could give you another set.
i. i lost an arm in a swordfight.
ii. a competitor i knew was once possessed.
iii. i never learned how to fly a shuttle.
<TheCoolestTurtle>
Humans run everything else, so I can guess dad was worried about their reactions. We're sneaky sooooo we go on the surface nobody even notices. Sewers aren't great, but they're what I'm used to.
haha yesss.
Hmm.
Gonna go with three. I dunno level of tech where you're at. But the other two seem more plausible?
<sanctumreverentia>
excellent guess! right on the first try this time. see, now that you know me a bit more, you can assume honesty even in extraordinary claims.
i learned to fly a shuttle when i was sixteen, i believe. with my sister! we weren't supposed to, but who am i to deny her something she wanted for her birthday.
am i correct to assume your sewers were on Earth?
<TheCoolestTurtle>
The context definitely helps. Pretty sure you'd know immediately if I gave it another roll.
Sounds like my bros and Mikey tbh. If my baby brother wants something, we kind of fold like wet paper bags. He's always gonna be the baby of the family.
Yep! I'd say good ole earth, but I'm starting to think no one lives in the same place I do.
<sanctumreverentia>
perhaps it is not the same country or the same earth, but i've spoken to more people "from earth" of some kind than anywhere i am familiar with. i imagine it won't be difficult for you to find common ground, as it were.
<TheCoolestTurtle>
I was in New York, but no one else seems to be talking about the mutants or how the Shredder destroyed a baseball stadium. You'd think that'd be common ground, y'know?
<sanctumreverentia>
these words mean almost nothing to me but i'm genuinely fascinated regardless. what is baseball? i gather it must be a sport of some kind if there's a ball and a stadium associated with it. what is The Shredder? incredibly ominous title.
i feel as though i imagine you would feel if i told you "we've been fighting a Resurrection Beast in the outer rim." no one knows what i'm talking about either.
<TheCoolestTurtle>
We have, so much to cover o m g. Baseball is an american sport where you hit balls with sticks. Its super slow and a little dull, but totes an american past time. I prefer basketball tbh. Shredder was an evil demonic armor, we totally whupped his butt though, so it worked out.
Okay, but, that sounds cool?? Horrifying but cool. Not any less weird than Shredder. That was like just evil possessed armor that took over the hosts body.
<sanctumreverentia>
these sports all sound dull, to be honest, but i've never been fond of aimless physical activity. my stupider friends would likely be thrilled to play.
oh!!
we have common ground! i've fought demon-possessed people before! :)
though was he truly demonic or was he merely a ghost haunting the armor? that would be called a revenant in my world and i've handled several of those as well. both rather awful but easy to handle nowadays for me.
much moreso than a Resurrection Beast, those are the apex predators of the horrifying spectral realm.