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

Let me get this straight. Not only can you bring the dead back to life, but you can somehow use that power to perform genital alterations, too? I'm speechless, truly. Utterly flabbergasted.

Are you aware of much money you could make if you offered that as a general service? Are you? Because the answer is "a shit-ton."

"bringing the dead back to life" is a bit of an oversimplification, and not my forte, but yes.
necromancy is both magic and science, study of living and dead, body and soul. i can use this magic and my natural aptitude at it to do a great deal of things, including giving someone impromptu brain surgery or a pair of absolutely banging titties.

or at least i could. the energies seems inaccessible here, much to my deep chagrin. because yes, i am very aware of how profitable it would be. i can't believe i've had to consider getting a regular job after all that.

i take it you are not from a world with magic.

There's no magic where I'm from, no, but that doesn't mean people don't buy into the idea. I've made SO much money selling star charts and healing crystals to gullible women who're desperate for the comfort of fake spirituality. In fact, I might just do that here. Beats working at Bootleg Sweden's equivalent of a Wawa.

Edited 2022-09-14 03:23 (UTC)

i appreciate your entrepreneurial spirit. nothing wrong with giving the people what they want, is there? if it brightens up their sad little lives and it's worth the coin, who are we to deny them.

My thoughts exactly, sanctum. You're a person after my own heart.

I'm Artemis, by the way. Artemis Dubois. Such a pleasure to meet you.

a very beautiful name.

[well, aside from the last reminding her of Second House styling, and this person is clearly not boring or a fucking cop.]

ianthe tridentarius. or if you prefer titles, you've got Crown Princess of Ida, or Ianthe the First, Saint of Awe to choose from.

it's a genuine pleasure to make your acquaintance. i can't wait to discover if you're as charming in person.

[Artemis is, thankfully, about as far from a cop as one can get.]

Ooh, my first princess. I've never been one for titles, but don't you worry, Ianthe. You'll still get the royal treatment.

you're out of my jurisdiction, as it were, so i suppose you needn't use them. even though i did work so very hard for at least one of them.

i'm very looking forward to it! :)

TDM: SEPTEMBER/OCTOBER

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