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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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Hm... yeah, I am the worst!
[He laughs, bright and cheerful, before softening just a bit.]
...I'm sorry for leaving you again. [His voice is quiet as his face tucks against Hinata's gooey, tentacle-hair.] But I'm home, now.
[He knows he can't make promises about not leaving again, it's not like returning to the Sea of Stars is really something he can avoid. All of their lives are at the whims of the gods here, but... for better or worse, the good always seems to outweigh the bad in little ways like these.
Just having the opportunity to hug Hinata like this, to hear those tender words, he would be overstepping to ask for more than what he's always wanted.]
So Nanami-san is here too now, [he starts as he begins to pull away from that hug, just enough to look Hinata in the eye, but definitely not enough to stop touching,] I'm glad that you had her here while I was gone... It couldn't have been too lonely without me, right?
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'Home' is a concept he's never really thought that much about, other than it being "anywhere that wasn't here." Whether "here" was Ryslig, or the island, or anywhere else he'd ever been. But he figures this is probably the closest it's ever gotten.]
...It's been great, seeing her again. [In a way he can't really figure out how to articulate. A second chance, maybe? Or more like, picking up something that was cut-off too soon. He smiles, despite his momentary petulance.] But it's not the same, you know. You're both too important to me.
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But now, home is a place that's warm, and inviting. Home is a bed covered in silly little trinkets and jewelry, surrounded by bookshelves filled with dusty books. Home is a cup of tea under the kotatsu, and a furry friend across the way. Home was knowing that if he ever went down one floor in the apartment building, he'd always be able to count on someone who had his back since he first woke up here. Home is Insert Coin, working side by side with a pink lizard he calls best friend, and surrounded by so many of Nanami's favorite things, it almost felt like she was here (before she actually was).
Home is being in Hinata's arms again. Arms that saved them all, arms that pulled him out of the simulation pod, after single-handedly spending too many months, never giving up, never allowing Komaeda to be the only one to not wake up.
Even if those arms are a little less firm and a lot more viscous now, Komaeda nuzzles into them all the same. This is where he belongs, most certainly.]
If you keep saying such nice words, I'll start to get a huge ego, you know. [He says it teasingly, but it's better than fighting them. He knows that Hinata wouldn't allow him to say anything otherwise right now, and he doesn't really feel like it, regardless.] But... you're right. It's not the same. With you and Nanami-san here now, everything is perfect. I almost feel like this incredible luck is foreshadowing something awful...