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TDM: DECEMBER/JANUARY

TDM: DECEMBER/JANUARY

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! Scenarios 2, 3 and any suitable wildcards may be canonized into the game upon acceptance, so long as they don't conflict with the canon arrival log or overall game setting!

Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!

SCENARIO ONE

(CW: fresh human remains, gore, blood, implied insects, possible claustrophobia)

The feeling of coarse grit beneath your fingers, the smell of moist dirt, the sound of distant chittering… You awaken in a dim, underground tunnel. An occasional lantern is lit along the walls, providing just enough light for you to make sense of the situation. If you're used to having powers which would allow you to bust your way to freedom with ease, you'll find those powers missing. Gone forever. Now, you're no more than a weak, exhausted human being. Your muscles ache and fresh scratches have appeared on your bare skin. Some are still bleeding, others are no more than a papercut.

As you attempt to stand, you find that you must hunch forward to avoid hitting your head on the tunnel's low ceiling. That odd sound of chittering and skittering can still be heard, seemingly originating from all directions. What is that? Rats? Or insects, maybe? If you strain your hearing even further, you just may hear high-pitched voices, their words incoherent.

Make your way through the tunnel, and an odd smell will eventually hit your nose. Something… metallic, almost. Keep going, and you'll reach a wide, open space where several other tunnels connect. Before you, on the ground, lies a dreadful sight; a person, spread-eagled in a puddle of blood, eyes gazing up towards the ceiling. There's no need to check their pulse, as it should be obvious that there is no helping them. Their abdomen has been torn open from top to bottom.

Above this body, a sign hangs from the wall. It reads: "MEAL FOR YOU!" What kind of sick joke is this?

There's movement nearby. Another living presence has emerged from an adjacent tunnel. Perhaps they're human, like yourself. Or perhaps they're someone monstrous.

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> Happy Nattensfest, everyone! Or whatever it is you celebrate. I hear there's lots of different holiday celebrations in other worlds.

Do you have a favorite holiday memory? What makes it so important to you?

If you don't have one, how are you going to maximize the holiday experience here? Maybe a huge holiday feast with humans at the center? (If you know what I mean)

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

( reoccurring cws for this character include racism, misogyny, mentions of rape and xenophobia; i interpret mizu as a genderfluid woman and in tags, i will refer to her as she/her, but she dresses and acts/disguises herself very well as a man. it should be rather difficult for characters to figure it out during a short amount of time with her. please keep that in mind, thank you! )

one

[ mizu remembers falling asleep camping on the way to grabbing a ship on the closest port to england. it's waking up in a damp, cramped cavern that shifts her confusion into a massive (but collected) alarm. fowler is nowhere to be seen, and her first reaction is to curse herself with rage that begins to boil. where did he go and how did he escape her binds? how did he bring her here without her noticing, and even if he could have done that— why didn't he just kill her?

none of it made sense. she had no blade or weapon on her, but her clothes, her weights, her scarf, hat, and glasses remained intact. everything about her— seemed intact, save for the nicks and bumps that had become child's play compared to the many scars she carried.

she needs to watch her head, with her height, and prowls low and quiet through the cave's tunnels. she knows the smell of blood when its from carnage; the body she comes across has been mutilated in a way that is not clean cut, it's not by a blade. from a bear, maybe, an animal. mizu stops only long enough to search the remains with her eyes. no weapons. it's fine— she didn't exactly need a sword to do damage. the message hung over the body earns a tired scowl from her, prompting her to remove it from where it stands and keep it in her hands. whoever put her here could use the jamming down their throats.

they were creative with the insult this time, but it's never clever.

footsteps against gravel pique her ears, and quickly she moves for cover as nimble and fluid as water itself. when the time is right, she acts, putting the slab of bloody wood to the stranger's neck. she'll either look angry, or completely baffled depending on how you look. human, or monster? ]

two

[ the prospect of turning into a monster doesn't bother one who has been treated as such her whole life. mizu was damned twice, the first for being fathered by a white man in the edo era and the second for being born a woman. so when mizu walks the streets of the closest city with her mended clothes, she's quickly set her apart from the natives. they stare, obviously, a sore thumb in terms of fashion and immediately pinned as a new "monster". while mizu was quite used to the uncomfortable attention, she knew to continue walking with as little eye contact as possible. people try to hand her fliers, to which she silently declines in her trek until she realizes they're not trying to sell her something she doesn't have the money for.

unfortunately, mizu doesn't have any notion of what a "street" is other than a place you use to walk. she was just about to wonder what in the world were the characters she was reading and understanding when she began to wander right into the middle of a street. where a car just turns a corner and comes right her way. beep beep!

if you're not the one to push her out of the way for standing her ground until the very last minute, the samurai-esque swordsman jumps out of the way with bewilderment and shock. ]

What [ the fuck, ] is that.

one

[ you want to give mizu a laptop? good luck with that. it's just a super thin box to her and she in no way sees how this thing could "communicate" with others on a "network" when she could communicate with others fine, thanks.

besides. she was with someone. she had to find him, again, in this sea of people who looked nothing like her. was this what london was like? because hoe lee fuq it's like where's waldo. she can't tell a lot of the natives apart (at least monsters were, like distinct. a dapper fellow in orange-tinted shades, scarf and hat in raggy clothing and sandals ends up stopping you and is otherwise polite about it. excuse me, ]

I'm looking for a white, [ uh, that's. not gonna be enough, is it, ] large man. [ ..... ] With red hair. Goes by the name of Abijah Fowler. He was last seen bound and gagged.

[ .............. ]

four

[ alternatively, someone does end up showing her how to use technology, and a post from < mizu > is made: ]

abijahfowler
iwillfindyou
searchabijahfowlerwhereishe

Mizu will find the footsteps coming from a teenaged girl as she enters the open area, followed by a scream as she sees the mutilated body. Quickly, panic overwhelms the girl as she falls to her knees, hands shaking, and showed the early signs of one beginning to hyperventilate.

"'M-meal for me?!'" she said aloud to no one. "W-who could have done this?!"

The girl did not yet realize she was not alone, so overwhelmed by panic as she was.

mizu | blue eye samurai (with spoilers)

one

two....lord help them

I think u meant 'three' but anyway she was the objectively funniest choice-

two

one; if i had my scared icons you'd get one of those instead

four!

1 - i see your european/japanese enby swordswoman and raise you...the same fucking thing

Meiko Mochizuki | Digimon Adventure tri.

Scenario 4

one

Scenario 3 <Bootyyyshaker9000>

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