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graveyardsmash2023-06-12 04:30 am
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TDM: JUNE/JULY
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
You awaken in a small room, shelves full of cleaning supplies lining the walls. A bucket stands in the corner with a mop balanced carefully inside. How you came to be in this broom closet of sorts, you have no idea. You sure feel sore and hungry, though. Disoriented, you stagger to your feet and reach for the door handle. It responds perfectly to your touch and a second later, you take your steps into freedom.
If you didn’t know better, you’d think you’d walked into 1980s America: neon clothing and chunky plastic jewelry flash eye-searingly in one display window, an advertisement for “The Invention that Broke the Sound Barrier: The All-New Walkman Portable Cassette Player!” fills another. Shops all around peddle fashion from the 1950s to the 1980s, along with electronics and toys. In the food court, with its cheap plastic seating, one will find fries, sodas and even festival-type goods like homemade pastries. Hotdog weenies roll smoothly on a grill. That food sure looks good right now, doesn't it? Unfortunately, the shopkeepers expect you to pay in a strange currency called “solars”. Will you pull an Aladdin and steal a loaf of bread, or will you attempt to appeal to the proprietors' pity?
Take care not to draw attention to yourself, though! Mannequins wearing a variety of 80s fashion patrol the hallways with twitchy, stiff movements. To those from more tech-savvy worlds, they may appear to be androids. Every so often, a very tinny, flat voice can be heard emitting from them–"SAFETY FIRST!" As you hurry away, their heads swivel around completely to continue tracking you, despite their lack of eyes.
And if you opted to steal? A good dozen of them will turn on you in an instant, hunting you down across the mall with far more speed than anyone would've expected them to employ. Maybe you can hide in that ballpit. Or the fountain. Or up the escalators, go go go!
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> Which is the better pet, a fur-bearing trout or a Kulen parasite? Or a timeloop groundhog? Ooh or maybe one of those fish with the big saw blades? C'mon, we've got so many cool animals here! Discuss! |
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.
3. <malinovka>
Also, I need to know how you made that little face.
<needlenoggin>
ummm i pressed one of the weird looking buttons with a bunch of squares and then the "." and that brought up a little menu.
(～￣▽￣)～
look at that one go.
<malinovka>
Oh, I see it now...
(￢_￢)?
<needlenoggin>
a bird or a worm or a person-shaped pile of bugs.
nature is beautiful.
you did it!!
(≧∀≦)ゞ
<malinovka>
Do you have a source?
Like, a biology degree, or even a library book on different animal species?
Thank you, I'm very proud.
(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
<needlenoggin>
that's not true i misplaced my camerawoman really.
... okay really i just misplaced myself.
<malinovka>
Or, more specifically, some weird malevolent cloud god forcibly misplaced us.
<needlenoggin>
what?
<malinovka>
This is going to be fun.
We're fucked. We're so fucked.
You have no idea how fucked we are.
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you're making me nervous! and here i thought we were pals
comrades in ԅ(¯﹃¯ԅ)
so... what's all this about fog?
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God, I am really not the best person to be having this conversation with you...
<needlenoggin>
but, uh, anyway! it can't be that bad!
i certainly won't be upset by what you have to say!
it's real hard to make me uncomfortable!
<malinovka>
Okay, so, I'm going to try to sum up the important parts, but if you want more details, you should probably seek out someone who's been here longer than me...
So, whatever place you come from, that's one dimension. And the place I come from, that's another dimension. And where we are now, that's a whole other, separate dimension, that's sort of cut off from every other dimension, in that once you're here, you can't go back home. The reason we're here is because of some being or person who calls herself the Fog God, and she's literally fog but also a person and maybe a god, if you believe in that sort of thing. But anyway, she's convinced that she's somehow doing us a favor by kidnapping us and bringing us to this dimension. Except she's really not, because it's not enough for her to bring us here, she also turns us into cannibal monsters, too. Well, I'm not sure if it counts as cannibalism if you're a monster and the person you're eating is human, but the principle still applies, I think. The psychological trauma certainly does.
<needlenoggin>
... okay moment over.]
well.
that's certainly a new one
[It's fine. he's fine.]
<malinovka>
I hate having to be the one to tell you all this.
But I hated even more the fact that when I first showed up here, people only told me half of the shit that was going on, what was going to happen to me, and I had to find out the cannibalism part the hard way.
So... It's better to get it all out from the start.
<needlenoggin>
and i'm not doubting you, to be clear
i don't think you should apologize.
none of it is your fault, after all.
you said it yourself, you wanted to do the right thing.
i appreciate it, really!
it's just a lot to take in!
<malinovka>
It helps if you have a friend here you can talk it out with. At least, it did for me.
[ She doesn't know what she would have done without running into Steve. And Will, and Max. Even Jade and Fugo were helpful to her, regardless of the fact that she was a stranger to them. ]
I don't know if there's anyone here from your world. But if not, well
I'm Robin.
So you at least have me.
<needlenoggin>
to be honest, i don't think i have anyone here. no one's jumped out at me at least. but i've always been something of a loner, so i think i'll manage well enough.
and besides! how hard can it be to find a... meat substitute around here, anyway! especially if we're all monsters!
it'll be fine, don't you worry about me!
oh, and. i'm vash, by the way. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧
<malinovka>
Nice to meet you, Vash. I wish it could be under better circumstances. (;^_^)ﾉﾞ
<needlenoggin>
the only other option is starving!
for me at least.
so... i'll be sure to come through.
it's a promise!
<malinovka>
I'll hold you to that.
And the same goes in reverse. If I hear any leads on human-free hunger relief, I'll give you a ring.
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(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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If you need help settling in otherwise, let me know! I'm still pretty new, but I've got like a month's head start.
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not even about the monster stuff.
all this old tech feels like a foreign language.
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Where I'm from, internet messaging like this is something only the military and top universities have access to.
We just got a PC at the video store like last fall, and it was a huge deal to even have that.
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