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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.
Akihiro Kurata | Digimon Savers
Anyone else in the ship's hold would have their attention caught by a high-pitched, ear-piercing shriek.
Said shriek comes from the harried-looking, frightened man who's now doing his best to crawl up a pillar as if it were a tree. He looks absolutely terrified, perhaps by the skeletons...no, no. This man's fear goes deeper. He has seen things, and they have put the fear of god into him.
"Help me!" he continued, eyes wide and desperate, his face covered in drenching sweat. "What is this place?! Where am I?! I-Is this hell?!"
2. A Monster Among Men, or a Man Among Monsters?
Well, at least Kurata is finally off that ship. Not that it does him any good now that he's out and about in the city. It's like something from out of a history book, the way this city looks. And so Kurata is absolutely lost, wandering around looking lost and pathetic.
Eventually, he catches sight of a monster...and promptly screams his head off, immediately running for cover. He dashes into an alleyway and stops to breathe, clutching his chest. Just what kind of hellish place is this?! It's already as bad as the Digital World!
And what's more, that memory is still beating in his brain. The memory of his loss. His defeat. His humiliation, and...
... His death? Had...had he died...?!
Kurata let out a scream of frustration as he slammed his fist against the wall. "Damn you, Daimon Masaru...!"
Then, he screamed again, because the bricks had hurt his hand.
3. Truth Is A Matter of Perspective
[By now Kurata has settled in, and...well, he's something approaching calm. He needs to find intel on his new surroundings, and this little game everyone seems to be playing seems like an ample opportunity. After all, everyone is willingly surrendering information, right?
He just has to play the game himself...]
[itsshowtime]
Ah, hello everyone! I'm a new arrival. Please call me Professor Kurata. Two truths and a lie, eh? Well, by all means!
1. I'm an expert in trans-dimensional science.
2. I bravely defended Japan from traitors and invaders.
3. I have an aversion to chocolate.
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How pathetic...
[ She doesn't have time for this, she's leaving. Someone else can help him if they want, but Carol can't really be bothered. ]
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[The reply comes out more as a whine than a legitimate protest. And in any case, he's scrambling towards her on his knees, looking desperate.]
P-Please! Help me! You're human too, right?!
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You say, crawling on your hands and knees, begging for help from a child.
[ Seriously, it's embarassing. There's even less in the way of reasons to show any respect, and Carol's bad attitude gets aimed at everybody. ]
You're a grown-ass man, and I don't see why my being human gives me any reason to help you.
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Is that how you talk to your elders?! You're a horrid little brat!
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Is that how you talk to your elders? My appearance aside, I've lived far longer than you could possibly imagine.
[ She watches him closely even as she taunts him. It's amusing for sure, but the last thing she needs is getting caught off-guard if he snaps. She can't use her alchemy here, after all. ]
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F-Far longer? N-No...that's impossible...you look like a child...!
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[ Both her own reasons and the fact that she's not about to divulge even the smallest details of her alchemy to a man like this. Still, she's not about to stop taunting him, either. ]
I've lived since the dark ages, fool. Now if you really want to set an example for how you treat your elders, I suggest you get the hell out of my sight.
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Oh, I see.
You have what they call 'middle school syndrome'...
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What the hell?! What is your problem?!
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"Middle School Syndrome" MY ASS!! I didn't study alchemy for several lifetimes just to hear that from someone like YOU!!
[ ...Carol may be getting a little bit too carried away, but in her defense, he reminds her way too much of Ver. Still, with that little bit of venting out of the way, she lets out a sigh... though she's still clearly annoyed. Both at Kurata and the fact that all those centuries of studying Alchemy... and now she can't access any of the fruits of that labor. She clicks her tongue and turns to leave. ]
Go beg for help from someone who might actually give a damn.
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I will not be spoken to in such a manner! Why am I always being impeded by bratty, self-obsessed children?! You know nothing of me, and I will not be insulted by a deluded little monster like you!
[ At the very least, he's gotten some of his assertiveness back. ]
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[ It's infuriating, honestly. If she had her Alchemy, Kurata would be dead right now, but fortunately for him, that's not the case. Being a girl of her small size, she's easily pushed down and she groans in pain as a result, but then... ]
Heh...
[ She grins up at him, still holding an air of smugness. ]
Pushing down a child, now? If you thought that'd convince me you aren't pathetic, then I think you're the deluded one.
[ She'll give him a chance to back off, but she keeps one hand behind her, where she's hidden a knife that she stole off of one of the corpses here. It's simple. If he backs off, he gets to back off. Annoy her too much, though, and she will put him in his place. ]
2
Look up, Kurata. There's a web stretched across the top of this alley. And perched atop it, looking down on the hoi polloi......is a rather aristocratic-looking spider-woman.
All eight of her eyes somehow seem unimpressed, possibly even concerned, by the rationale behind 'punch the wall'.
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Then, he begins screaming again, backing up against the wall.
"AHHHHH! Please, don't hurt me!"
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So. Are you.
Are you going to stop screaming, sir?
Surely you will stop with the screaming.
Any minute now.
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...Until it trails off, and he looks back up, timidly and frustrated...
"You aren't...you aren't going to attack me...?"
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Yet why does his presence so burden her soul?
"Not unprovoked."
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Saint-Germain reaches into her coat and procures a book. She tosses down to the human, an easy lob he should be able to catch (one must handle books with care).
It's a brand-new copy volume 1 of Spengler's Monster Guide.
"I'm not a creature from your world. And you aren't there, either."
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"...Then where am I?" he asked, mystified. "And what are you, then?"
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She begins to lower herself on a dragline, the better to speak to him eye-to-eye. Peering down upon him has its advantages, but not for this phase of the conversation.
"You're on Ryslig peninsula, on the continent of Skamd. The Fog God has brought you here to turn you into a monster to avenge herself upon humankind."
She sniffs. "Supposedly."
Perhaps having a member of the literal Illuminati, spider in the web of all conspiracy theories, doing the welcome speech isn't the greatest idea.
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He focuses on the 'turn you into a monster' part, visibly beginning to freak out again.
"What do you mean, 'turn me into a monster'?! I'm supposed to save humanity from horrible monsters! You mean to tell me what happened to you is going to happen to me?!"
Fine words for a man who fused himself with an enormous demon made of sloth and rage, but all methods were justifiable for his means, in his eyes.