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graveyardsmash2023-08-13 07:44 pm
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TDM: AUGUST/SEPTEMBER
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 wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched, with your mouth full of unpleasant taste and texture. The salt water is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin sting and the sand isn't helping; it's coarse and rough. The air is slightly humid, thick and heavy, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean. Your muscles ache with exhaustion. How did you get here? You don't remember.
There are lights in the distance, a city twinkling reassuringly on the horizon. Perhaps there is help there. Perhaps someone can tell you where you are, and how you got there. Perhaps, if you stumble to your feet, clothes heavy with seawater, and stagger in that direction, you might find clues to just what is going on.
Or, perhaps, you might walk directly into one of the many bear traps that are scattered around this beach, hidden beneath sand and seaweed, waiting for an unwary monster-to-be. Not everyone in this peninsula wants you in their home.
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> I HAVE RUN OUT OF FUN PROMPTS, PLEASE ADVISE |
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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[Comes a voice from nearby, and as it turns out, the street isn't so empty as Kaneki thought.
There is a monster above. Watching.
A large cat, as a matter of fact. A lion, or tiger, or more accurately something between the two, is laying on the edge of the rooftop overlooking where Kaneki has hidden himself. He happened to notice him duck down this way from above while doing his usual delivery route for 8/12, and it's hard to miss the fact he's bloodied. That it's paint excuse won't fly when he can smell it from here.
But he doesn't call attention to it just yet. Instead he watches, his tail draped over the lip of the roof. The only thing distinguishing him from being a full-on cat man are the massive wings on his back, which are currently folded against his shoulders.]
Maybe you'll be gone in a month, if you're lucky. Some people just disappear fast, here.
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And he does what most unprepared people would do in this situation, which is to quickly scoot away from the wall before this giant cat jumps on him. At least he is keeping eye contact. But then again, he wants to make sure he won't be killed, so it's better not to look away.
Kaneki swallows dryly and presses the laptop harder against his own chest.
Right. So this is one of the monsters he was told about. A monster Kaneki himself could end up becoming. ]
... disappear? Where to? [ that's actually really worrisome as well! Can this place get any worse
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Some people say you go back home. Others believe it's the Sea of Stars or some bullshit. None of us really know.
[You could just die, for all he knows. Disappear into the void, and that's just that. It's not something he really likes to think about if he can help it.]
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Well, he still does. ]
Sea of stars?
[ he would rather go home. But the uncertainty of what actually happens also makes kaneki nervous ]
Is there are way to go back home?
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[Like, he will explain if Kaneki asks, but he's not sure he needs to know right now. It wouldn't make much sense to him anyway, because Adrian would be horrible at explaining it.]
Not on your own. You try to leave, you just get turned back around and end up here again.
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Like how to get out of here, except apparently he can't ]
How long are we meant to stay here, then? [ what is even the point ]
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[Could be permanent! Could just be a couple months. Kaneki has to hope he's in the latter camp.
And the point, well...that's the best part. Adrian isn't sure there really is one.]
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Why... why are we being brought here? And turned into these--- things? [ kaneki looks up at Adrian. he doesn't mean to offend
that was pretty offensive, thoughbut he can't wrap his head around it ]Why me?
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S'like I said before. You and everyone else is askin' themselves the same thing. Why you, why me...there's no real rhyme or reason for it.
The Fog just reaches out...and grabs people at random. Whoever gets unlucky enough to get caught, that's who ends up here.
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(It's not like kaneki knows why he was turned into a ghoul either. But that's why he keeps pretending it was all a medical mistake.) ]
Is there a way to stop it? [ the whole people eating thing. He doesn't want to turn into a monster, but it's the people eating that gets to him ]
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[He grumbles, his ears falling back.]
You'd rather be in control of it than frenzy on somebody.
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Kaneki imagines it means exactly the same thing it means for a ghoul to starve. In other words, they can not fight it or stop it. Hunger will take over. ]
Then- are there ways you can avoid hurting people? [ cemeteries, morgues, suicides, accidental deaths? ]
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There's a soup kitchen. Monsters volunteer to hunt for other monsters and donate what they can't eat for others who can't hunt. That's really the only place I can point you towards, unless...I dunno. You can find somebody who's willin' to share their kills with you.
[Kindof like how he and Rosso can share, because Rosso eats the bones whereas Adrian typically doesn't.]