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graveyardsmash2023-02-12 04:24 pm
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TDM: FEBRUARY/MARCH
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: hospitals, environmental horror)
You awaken with a harsh shiver, goosebumps prickling your skin. Perhaps you've found yourself in a bath tub filled with ice. Perhaps you're lying in a walk-in freezer. Perhaps it's just a plain bed with no blankets- how fiendish! Regardless of where you awoke, cold seems to be the order of the day. Even outside the ice baths and freezers, the air temperature is more than a little frigid in here. Being dressed in no more than a short blue gown with an exposed back certainly doesn't help.
Venturing beyond whatever orderly, almost sterile room you awoke in, you find yourself in the hall of what appears to be a hospital ward. When you watch the walls with enough rapt attention, you may note that they appear to be pulsating, almost as if they are breathing. Despite its normal appearance, the floor feels oddly springy beneath your step. Where are the doctors and nurses, you may ask? They're nowhere to be seen. By all means, explore the other rooms and take whatever jello cups you can find. It's free real estate!
Don't get too comfortable, though. It's entirely possible that the staff vacated these halls for a reason. As you approach the ward's exit, you find a message haphazardly scrawled across the pair of doors. "Don't monster, open inside"...? That doesn't make any sense, now does it? What could be beyond? Or who?
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> Hey. We're all from different worlds, right? With different senses of humor? So who here has the best joke, not only in their own world but in every world represented? Let's settle this once and for all! Share your best jokes and come out the Funniest Person in the Multiverse! (No prizes for the winner apart from eternal glory.) |
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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Childermass looked up at him through his long, slightly greasy black hair and gave a smirk that was surprisingly warm. "Usually, it's the latter, but I remember reading that there are rules for a game that can be played with them. Or, if about a quarter of them are left out, they can be used as a deck of common playing cards."
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He set the card back down with a grin, then reached into his own pockets and began to pull out an wide assortment of items.
"I got some dice, but some of them have way too many sides... I got these things that I think are just bones or something with stuff carved on them... Dunno. Can't read it. Really do look like some kinda bones, though. This is just money, I think, but it's got different pictures on each side..."
He held them all out, beaming and looking quite proud of himself. It was what he'd spent most of his day doing, after all, and he was quite pleased with the results.
"No cards yet, though. Everything I've found so far is too big."
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He peered at the items that were being placed on impromptu display with open curiosity. "I have never seen the like of those dice," he agreed, but smiled a little at the bones. "Those, however, may be runes - a set of stones with a purpose similar to my future deck of cards. Are the symbols all made of straight lines?"
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"Mmaybe? You can look if you want. Actually, you can have them if you want. I'm not gonna mess with magic bones or anything like that. Stuff is weird enough already and I don't wanna get cursed."
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"You're certain of it?" He asks, mildly, tracing a fingertip along one carving. They aren't the same as the Nordic runes he's seen, but there are similarities, enough that he may be able to suss out some sort of meaning from them. "I've not much to give you in return." At that, he's reminded of the bargain he made to obtain his original deck of cards, and a flash of inspiration lights his eyes.
"You'll have readin's from me whenever you'd feel a need, then. No cost. Games's well, once we find them." Satisfied with his offering, he holds out a hand. "John Childermass, at'cher service."
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He hesitated a second before reaching out and shaking Childermass's hand. It was one of those weird Xavist greetings, he was pretty sure, but he'd seen a lot of people here doing it already. No reason to be rude, he figured, even though he didn't really get the point of it.
"The name's Sakon Shima! Nice to meetcha! And you can count on me for games, that's for sure. If I can't find a good enough deck for hanafuda, I'm gonna make my own. Can't be too hard, right? You're doing good with...whatever kind that is you're making."
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So saying, he resumed tearing his little rectangles out of the brochures. "It's to be a deck of what's known as the Cards of Marseilles. Seventy-eight of 'em in all: four suits've pips and one suit've arcana: different concepts an' types've people. Every card has a meanin' to go wi' the symbols, and dependin' on what order y' lay 'em out, they can mean somethin' a bit different. I made my last deck meself, as well, but it was lost in th' journey 'ere."
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He paused for a second, frowning slightly. Come to think of it, that was actually pretty complicated itself, wasn't it? He was pretty sure he could explain it, but when he actually stopped to consider it, he was pretty impressed with himself that he managed to keep all of it in his brain at once. Maybe he just had more brain space for gambling than for other things? It was a definite possibility.
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