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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: 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> If you could be any animal, what would you be and why? That includes weird animals from back home that don't exist here. And you can make something up, if you like!!! |
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.
III | Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal
[There is a young, pink haired teen standing on the deck, looted cutlass in one hand as he squints out into the fog towards the approaching dock. After a moment he turns to face whoever might be nearby, a worried look on his face as he realizes what's likely to happen next.]
...I hope someone here knows how to keep this from crashing into the dock. [He only knows how to pilot a submarine, not a ship!]
ii. Abandoned Ship Part 2
[Eventually the ship arrives at shore, and III finds his way to land, where he has to deal with a new problem:
Nervous locals.
He's not dumb. He can hear the odd mutterings about 'monsters' and 'the fog'. He doesn't know what to make of it, but he can hear it, and he's on his guard, cutlass still in hand as he gets his bearings.
Speaking of monsters, if someone obviously inhuman approaches III, he'll immediately point that cutlass at them, a threat to stay back if there ever was one.]
I wouldn't try anything. [Despite everything, he's trying very hard to keep at least somewhat calm sounding.]
iii. Network
un: WantsToBelieve
Any animal? Probably a dog, they're very loyal creatures.
iii. < M. >
the little yappy ones who jump on people can be pretty annoying.
un: < WantsToBelieve >
They're feisty little things that don't give up once they set their minds to something.
ii
You have to wonder how many hands it's passed through. What were those peoples stories, what battles have they seen?
History, really makes you wonder sometimes what you'll leave behind!
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[A short beat as he processes this.]
Oh! Yes, it really does make you wonder, huh? I'd love to get a closer look at the boat myself once we hit land!
[What have you done, Venture? You've played right into his interests!]
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Man, its sad I don't have my notebook with me, I sooooo need to catalogue all of this! There is so much to learn!
ii TIL the cutlass dates from the 16th century (she's from the 15th)
In God's name, sir knight, sheathe your strange sword. I mean you no harm.
[ And she holds up her hands to indicate she's trying no funny business.
What a peculiar shape for a blade, though! Definitely one-handed, and less for buffeting than slashing, is it not.... ]
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I just woke up on an abandoned pirate ship in the middle of who knows where, how do I know you won't betray me?
[No offense, Miss Dragon, but III is very on his guard right now, what with being uncertain what's happening or how he got here.]
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My actions shall prove it.
[ "By what signs do we know you can raise the siege of Orleans?" the dauphin had asked Jeanne d'Arc.
"In God's name, I did not come here to make signs; but send me to Orleans, and you shall have your sign," she had replied.
That this is not how signs work has never occurred to her. ]
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Alright, where am I? This isn't Heartland City.
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It is Bavan City, in the land of Ryslig. We are summoned here against our will - but I shall resolve that shortly, so worry not.
[ She waves a hand. Yeah yeah ten year old jamjar whatever she's on it. ]
Venture (they/them) | Overwatch 2
[Any other ship goers will find the eerie peace broken by a loud excited 'eeeeee' from further on starboard. Venture is grinning ear to ear revealing their chipped teeth in the process as they sort through the dead crewmates.]
I have soooooo many questions! Endless questions! How do you even end up on a ship like this! [Venture carefully examines one of the skeleton's arms. Their fingers tracing very carefully across the bone.] The whole body has been stripped of everything and it's bleached! You have to wonder just how long a ship like this has been at sea! You think they were cleaned off by birds or vermin living on the ship? If there were any rats they've definitely jumped overboard by now!
[With careful fingers, Venture gingerly checks over the tattered attire.] The look is very 1650 classic early era of pirates. Though some fabric is a little synthetic places, so, hmmmm.
[Maybe stop Venture before they keep talking.]
B. The City
[Unsurprisingly, the archeologist is practically zipping around the city. A notepad in their hand, rapidly taking notes.]
Definitely European sources, Swedish roots? Some Americana seeping into things. The general infrastructure speaks of mid 40's to 50's level of development, but, there has been some meddling?
[Venture looks up from their notes, grinning at the nearest person they lock eyes with.] You think its time travelers? Are we the time travelers? I don't want to throw this societies development off! You can't just advance a society without some intense repercussions! You should have seen the way people reacted to Aurora and the Omnics! The history behind that is a whole story in itself!
B -
Until some new stranger with an alarmingly familiar energy level was suddenly talking to themself near him, and then looking at him and talking. About...a lot.]
Uh. ...well, I mean, technically I'm kind of a time traveler, and...I think most of us are, considering...
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When are you from? Your accent is American, but a lot of locals here are picking up elements of other accents!
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[Bucky tilted his head a little, raising an eyebrow at the note taking.] What, are you like a reporter or something? ...or college. You've got grad student energy.
[Bucky doesn't even know what that means.]
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I'm an archeologist, actually! I recognize a lot of the structures here as very early 20th century. Sure, there are structures that are wholly new, and made by very different hands, but, anything that seems more natural looks very different in comparison.
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[Bucky glanced around at the buildings, which...just looked like buildings to him.]
Well there's...an archeology college somewhere, I think. I'm...pretty sure my friend Steven runs it. You'd probably do good there. I'm from the 40s so most of this stuff is still new to me.
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Ooooh, dang the 2040s?! I was a baby then! [Venture seems impressed.] Did they really bring back holographic fashion then? I keep hearing mixed stuff online about that.
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[Bucky paused at the follow-up, staring for a long moment, before speaking again.]
Uh. No. What? No. The 2040s? I'm from the 40s. The uh. The 1940s. Like. World War II? Did you...have that in your world?
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I can't believe it... you're like living history! I did, but it was 2076 for me!
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[He held up a hand...the metal one, for that matter, shaking his head a bit.] Um...I'm not all that...historical though. I...don't really remember a lot of it...super well.
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[Venture's gaze snaps to the metal hand.]
You're living history, sure your memory may be spotty, but, you can't say you aren't someone whose lived through all kinds of events! Also, excuse me, your arm? Can I see it up close, pleaaase?
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[Bucky had gotten used to most people just ignoring his arm at this point, and blinked several times at the sudden fixation on it. But he also slowly held it out for Venture to be able to see, raising an eyebrow even as he did so.]
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[Venture for their part is very gentle with the arm. They are curiously giving it a once over with light touches.] Definitely not the prosthetic tech I'm used to, but fairly advanced for this time period. A lot of things look simplified for day to day use!
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Well I mean mostly it's only supposed to kill people, but I make it work for everything else.
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Ken Ichijouji | Digimon Adventure 02 | Returning Naphil
[ The first thing Ken notices when he opens his eyes is that he has more of them.
Specifically, he can now see out of the back of his head - no, slightly lower than his head. The back of his neck, then. Between the presence of wings on his back and his ears, the proliferation of corpses (he winces, covering his mouth), and the cruelty of the new eye's placement, he draws the only possible conclusion. ]
Ryslig....again.
[ Again. It happened again. He blinked, lost track of time, and has been transported elsewhere on the peninsula. How much time did he lose in this instance? How many people will still be there? Is his room awaiting him?
....No, none of that's pressing. The first thing he needs to do is get off this ship - and find anyone who's still human, who doesn't know what's happened to them. Just like the other Chosen Children have shared the benefits of their experience with Ken, he needs to look out for new soon-to-be monsters!
Maybe that's arrogant, in someone who's managed thus far to escape feeding. But he can't do nothing. So action it is.
Ken can thus be found peering everywhere on the ship. If he catches a glimpse of you - if he even so much as remotely hears footsteps - he'll be pursuing them, coming up to the owner and announcing: ]
Are you new? Follow me.
[ He may, perhaps, be one of those kids who worries so much about what to say that when he finally goes for it....he's blunt as hell. ]
[ Run Around ]
[ Something has definitely shifted since Ken was last conscious. The time he'd spent in the Sea of Stars has skipped him ahead to a Ryslig in which monsters are looked at with a great deal more fear and distrust. Enough that when he approaches a shopkeeper to ask a question - ]
Um -
[ "We're closed!" snaps the man who'd just switched his sign to say "Open", flipping it back again and banging the door before locking it. Ken's left with his jaw slightly slack, fighting back a surge of combined affront (he hadn't done anything!) and shame (it's no wonder people have that response to monsters). Swallowing this unpleasant lump of emotion, he turns, head down but back straight, and trudges off with stiff limbs.
It's fine. It's fine. This is expected. This is what he is, here. How anyone would react to him. How people should react to him. It's fine. It's fine.
He grits his teeth. It's fine! So why does it still hurt?! ]
[ Going Digital ]
< kichijouji7 >
Thank you for your question. Unfortunately, I'm not very imaginative, so I don't know where to begin when considering it.
What criteria are others using?
Run Around
It's awful how we're treated like that. You'd think they'd want to be nicer to us. [III is still human, and yet he's gotten his share of that treatment too.]
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I'm used to it.
[ But from the way his wings shrink closer to him, almost wrapping himself in them, he's fooling nobody, not even himself. ]
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It's a lot, especially alone. I'm trying to let it get to me too much, but well... [He turns to glare at the door again, annoyance at being treated this way briefly flashing into view.]
[And that's the thing for III, he's never been completely separated from his family before. Even in the orphanage, where he was taunted for effectively going from riches to rags, he at least had his brother around.
Here? He's been left to face turning into a monster with no one from home to help him.]
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[ ...Which is, he realizes belatedly, all but guaranteed given the lack of visible monster parts. And if it's true, then - that changes things. This boy seems a few years older than Ken, but Ken might have more experience as a Ryslig monster.
This is no time to be brooding himself. There's a new monster here! Everyone was so kind and accepting of Ken when he arrived - he can't let his own hangups stop him from paying that forward. ]
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[He doesn't have it in him to fake being okay with any of this right now. The best he can do is just keep the conversation moving and try not to think too hard about the future.]
What's your name?
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Well, Ken spends most of his time with someone named "Wormmon", so he can't comment. ]
--Ken. Ken Ichijouji.
[ An awkward half-bow. ]
Nice to meet you, III-san.
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It's fine.]
It's nice to meet you too. [III pulls off a half smile, though it's very obviously strained.] Is it really true that this is because of the...uh...Fog God?
[He's gotten hold of some random pamphlets and can't tell which parts are true and which parts are made up.]
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[ Ken looks around, thinking. Two monsters (III looks out-of-town enough to read as "monster" taking up pavement space will likely be harassed again....That, or intimidate others. ]
Do you want to sit somewhere? I'm not the most informed, but I'll tell you what I know.
Run around
Now he's walking down the street, only to spot a familiar sight. Black hair, fluffy wings... It's him- being barred from a store. Steven speeds up his pace to meet the boy.]
Oh! Hey!
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The other Naphil! His name was.... ]
Grant-san!
....isn't it?
[ Self-doubt is a hell of a drug. ]
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[It's also asked in a hesitant tone of voice. He can't remember the boy's last name at all, so now he's left very unsure about the first name. Self doubt, indeed.]
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Ken practically blossoms. (Literally blossoming will come in the temp event if he gets in.) ]
Yes! Ken Ichijouji.
[ But what else to say...? ]
--I'm back.
[ dork to dork communication. ]
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His halo glows a little brighter and he smiles, not only because of that little win, but because he wants Ken to feel at ease. This place is awful, even more so for a teenager.]
Welcome back, lad. Not really a good thing, all things considered, but let's make the best of it, yeah?
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[ ....Now, to business. He looks solemn. Grant-san has been willing to help Ken in the past, and he hasn't seen many other monsters yet, so he's got lots of questions. Perhaps it wouldn't be imposing to ask. ]
The mood towards monsters has changed, hasn't it.