Welcome to Ryslig's test drive meme! If you're considering apping here, this is where you can try your characters out in the game's setting. A few things to note:
Lots of people have asked good questions on the FAQ, so do take a look.
You can only app ONE character per round so choose wisely.
Test drive meme threads can be used for your roleplay sample!
NEW! Players with characters already in the game can earn up to a maximum of 3 coins by replying to potential character threads! You will need to have your normal 20 comment AC in the game. You cannot use this to go over the bonus 10 coins per month total, but you can use it if you are missing some threads to reach that coin total. Same rules as normal bonuses apply.
Sample scenarios:
SCENARIO ONE: So you've just arrived, fresh out of the hospital, and already the natives are trying to get on your good side. Offers of food, shelter and other luxuries in return for hoping you don't eat them. They even have some helpful pamphlets to share with you. "How To Deal With Changes", "Alternatives to Human Flesh", "What to Expect When You're Expecting (to turn into a monster)" are all great pamphlets. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through.
Among these however, are some... not so helpful ones. "Bunnyipyips And You", "Axe Thief Axehounds," and "So you're becoming a Fur Bearing Trout" among others.
SCENARIO TWO: You've become hopelessly lost in Lager Woods. Paths don't seem to lead where you remember them leading, and you feel as if you're going around in circles. Childlike giggling can be heard from no direction in particular. Suddenly, you stumble upon another character, who seems to be just as lost as you! Perhaps you can find a way out together.
SCENARIO THREE: You've heard about the fog, but you've never seen it before. Now, the mist surrounds you. Barely able to see before you, you need to get home - and fast. It's far too dangerous in this situation.
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? NOTE: Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
He lets her take the lead with no complaints, because this way he can keep a careful eye on her. Even if this does mean that he gets a great angle on her creepy-crawly spidery legs.
[Another neutral response. Please, Sybil, he listens to Red's music more than anyone else, even the pitched compositions, all of their subtle macabre and apocalyptic messages. You'll have to try a lot harder than that.]
Sounds like it's inevitable. No reason to worry about it for now.
[ There's a reason she was enamored by Red's music. There was a lot that she couldn't ever do, and it all existed there. All the things she could never find the words for. But she wasn't here with Red, she couldn't sit and listen for hours. ]
[ She looks at him as if he'd just forgiven her-- shock plainly evident on her face. ]
So you just bottle it up inside? Let it happen? [ She's tempted to add, but instead thinks to herself "No wonder you don't have any control over your life." ]
First: I'm not bottling anything up. Second: Of all the people that have washed up here, I won't be the one to make a breakthrough and figure out how to stop it.
[ She dreams about many things, it makes sense for that to be one of them, gosh. ]
Maybe the transformation will make that face of yours look less... [ She pauses, searching for the word... she settles on the only one fitting, matching what it meant to her. ] Terrifying.
[ Almost all of her dreams involving him are nightmares. Less sweet. ]
Maybe you will grow more eyes, more of those. [ It's obvious that she's staring at that lens-eye of his, and she even points at it. ] You are more unlucky than I am.
[Honestly, what's gotten into her? What made this bubbly socialite so bitter and vindictive? Is almost as if she was still Processed--...
He turns his head back to focus on the path in front of them, deciding not to validate her statement with any recognition. If this game of "grass on the other side is blacker" is what makes her feel better about her own sad existence, then so be it.]
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[ Her hesitation ends when she suddenly starts glaring at him. ] I do not like you. I have never liked you.
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Good! It's mutual.
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You're going to hurt her, too, and she won't forgive you.
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Got anything meaningful to say? If you're just going to fill the air, then can we at least walk and talk so we can get out of here?
[Strangely enough her toxic spew is somehow preferable background noise than directionless, childlike giggling.]
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Are you not afraid that I will lead you deeper into the woods and eat you?
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Would've done it by now if you were planning on it.
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Fine. Let's walk. [ She finally stops glaring at him, at least, as she starts walking. All eight legs taking slow strides as she moves already. ]
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He lets her take the lead with no complaints, because this way he can keep a careful eye on her. Even if this does mean that he gets a great angle on her creepy-crawly spidery legs.
Eugh.]
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If you intend to stab me in the back or run, go ahead and do it. Otherwise walk where I can see you. [ Hesitating for a moment... ] Please.
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Don't have anything to stab you with. [But:] Fine.
[He decides to reconcile and walk by her side.]
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Better. [ Continuing to walk, deciding to try to scar him further. ] She's changed, too.
continuity? in my tdm?
I saw.
[His response is totally neutral, as if it were the most inconsequential thing in the world.]
unacceptable, totally unacceptable wow
You're going to change too. You'll be horrible. [ A glance. ] Worse than you are now.
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[Another neutral response. Please, Sybil, he listens to Red's music more than anyone else, even the pitched compositions, all of their subtle macabre and apocalyptic messages. You'll have to try a lot harder than that.]
Sounds like it's inevitable. No reason to worry about it for now.
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[ She was here with this guy. ]
How can you keep a level head about this.
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What good is fretting gonna do me?
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[ She looks at him as if he'd just forgiven her-- shock plainly evident on her face. ]
So you just bottle it up inside? Let it happen? [ She's tempted to add, but instead thinks to herself "No wonder you don't have any control over your life." ]
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First: I'm not bottling anything up. Second: Of all the people that have washed up here, I won't be the one to make a breakthrough and figure out how to stop it.
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Maybe the transformation will make that face of yours look less... [ She pauses, searching for the word... she settles on the only one fitting, matching what it meant to her. ] Terrifying.
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Yeeaaah...
[He looks over at her. Since he sees the world out of a single giant lense, it's almost impossible to tell exactly what he's looking at.
Spoilers: it's her spidery bits.]
...wouldn't count on it.
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Maybe you will grow more eyes, more of those. [ It's obvious that she's staring at that lens-eye of his, and she even points at it. ] You are more unlucky than I am.
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He turns his head back to focus on the path in front of them, deciding not to validate her statement with any recognition. If this game of "grass on the other side is blacker" is what makes her feel better about her own sad existence, then so be it.]
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