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.
What's with you and "dad"? We've talked about this.
[But there's a slightly more pressing matter, and that's holding onto Angel, so while he makes his displeasure known, he doesn't linger on it.]
But yeah. Not too different. The decor's a little drab, but anything is an improvement over dust, dust, and more dust.
[He's not particularly bothered. That fact likely won't surprise his daughter. Granted, he's not particularly happy about losing the handsome face he paid so much money to keep...
He's still boiling with rage that his siren's been ripped out of his hands, but it doesn't show in his tone of voice or the way he tries to beckon Angel closer.]
Hey, don't worry so much. Its my job to make sure those hands of your's stay squeaky clean. Team. And we're only gonna pick off the bad guys, alright?
[ It's childish, really, another way of annoying him and pissing him off, because she knows the rules, she knows that she's not supposed to and that she's meant to call him sir. ] No one is going to find us out here.
[ her excuse, and she was sticking to it. Because it was the only one she had right then.
Mostly, just liked reminding him what he was. Her father, her father and he did all of this to her. ]
I wouldn't know what Pandora is like outside.
[ Bitter, bitter, bitter and unforgiving, but she got that from him. ]
If that's what it is, I don't think you can. Maybe I should just start screaming about meat bicycles now. [ but she's not coming closer, no matter how evenly he talks, she's fallen for it too many times to start again now. Not when she finally got out. ]
You don't know that, god why can't you just pay attention to what I say for once in this lifetime!
[He's starting to lose his temper, as they're treading dangerously close to threatening the pair of their safeties, something he simply can't handle or dare to comprehend.]
You just don't get it, you're never gonna learn no matter how smart I know you are, until its too friggen late. Angel--Angel.
[He forces the anger out of his voice, though there is a very certain predatory stare gleaming in the artificial eyes of his mask.
Pandora? Its a cesspool full of anarchy, bandits, hardship, poor people. Don't be a brat or play dumb, you saw through all my surveillance, and you know exactly what kind of people come from there. And they're here too, and when they find you, they're gonna pull you apart before they kill you...piece by piece.
[Its spoken from someone with experience.]
You can't trust them, Angel. They're all waiting to take advantage of your inexperience.
[ It's funny how quickly he can make her six again. Small and little and so far out of her element when she knows, knows for a fact that he isn't any better off right now than she is.
Worse probably, he's the only one lamenting the loss of her powers here and they both know it. And maybe it's a mistake, getting just as angry as he is, but it's so easy to be self justified, so easy to want too, to just, just -- ]
Gone and made enemies already, Dad?
[ Takes the only point he gives her and runs with it, thousand mile stretch and god if the rope was long enough she could hang them both with it. ] Maybe, maybe you should just stay away from me then, and we can just pretend we don't know each other. Maybe then I'll be safe.
Everyone wants what they can't have. If you and I are here, anyone can be here.
[Especially Angel, but he doesn't say that. The next line stirs his gut, but he knows why she's behaving the way she is.
Freedom is like a drug. He remembers the exact day he tasted it too. It hurts, and even though he understands, its absolutely infuriating.
His voice is a hard line, but he stops trying to hold onto her. She wants her freedom? Fine. He'll make it the most undesirable thing in the world. He'll hire hunters to chase her until she has nowhere to go but back to him.
If that was how it had to be to make her see reason, then it would be a good lesson.]
I know it feels good now, baby, but its not all its cracked up to be out here. Your old man--just wants to look out for you, OK?
[He glances over his shoulder, as if he spotted movement and goes a little sharp. Its true, both of them are equally defenseless. His lasers don't work, his body clone duplicator is disabled, and they're a middle aged man and a young shut-in girl in the middle of a foggy forest.
He's laying it on thick, but he has to. They're both in real danger here.]
[ She should be more worried, he's right, but the vault hunters had been her friends, at the end, they had done the one thing no one else would for her. That was it.
God she just wished she could believe him. He always talked like he could fix the world for her, and once upon a time in the fairy tale he liked to live in, she believed him.
But it didn't change the fact that right here, in the middle of no where, she was stuck with him.
She doesn't give him an answer, doesn't give him a yes, she just shrugs, lopsided and still two steps back from him. ]
[ As long as it took to get out of here, she would, and it's awful that he's the one she's found so far. She'd have to use the rest of the walk to work out exactly how to get away from him -- hopefully it wouldn't need to be so extreme -- well, that was the plan so. It's not that if she's being honest with herself that she wants to die, it's just that she wants to live for herself. That's possible now.
Except, he's here. Thinks too long over it, glancing up where the hair falls in her face, concerned, wary as a skittish animal, between his offered hand and him. Biting hard on the inside of her lip. Right now, it's the same sickening feeling of having no where else to go.
It's just a step, not a very big one, and it's not like he's ever been the type to hold her hand. Only ever pushed her. Maybe he has to listen to her now, and maybe if she tells herself that she can believe it.
Takes a step forward, but it's all he's getting. Won't take his hand, he'd been the one to teach her to never expect anything other than a way to control. ]
[He doesn't begrudge the fact that she avoids his hand. Part of him might even be glad for it. But Jack turns to walk back down the path with his daughter in tow, occasionally altering how he walks to make sure he can hear an echoing pair of steps behind him.
Perhaps surprisingly, he has fallen silent. The situation is not even close to being ideal, and with the destruction of New Haven, Pandora was finally on track to having Order. There was clearly no Order here on this peninsula, and they were slated to become monsters, something Jack had (in his mind) been striving against.
And now they were messing with his little girl.]
We'll be OK.
[He needs to hear it more than she does when the laughter echoes in the woods again.]
[ It's like the old tales, she thinks watching him, biting angry thoughts behind his back. But he didn't know those ones, never been interested in the stories she liked. If he did, maybe he would know, that if leading someone back from the dead, you weren't supposed to look back lest they be dragged back to Hades. Meets everyone of his little glances evenly and without remorse. Then again, on second thought, maybe she should trick him into it, and they both could be free of this.
Persephone, perhaps, had the better idea of it.
Back to his habits as quickly, using her to justify himself. The words she knew, had nothing to do with her, because it was unsettling, yes, but she was in some ways used to that laughter.
Tempting as it is to let him stew in it, she takes a breath and does her best to keep them both calm. It wouldn't serve either way. ]
We can't be the only ones lost here. They made pamphlets. That must mean this is all fairly usual.
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[But there's a slightly more pressing matter, and that's holding onto Angel, so while he makes his displeasure known, he doesn't linger on it.]
But yeah. Not too different. The decor's a little drab, but anything is an improvement over dust, dust, and more dust.
[He's not particularly bothered. That fact likely won't surprise his daughter. Granted, he's not particularly happy about losing the handsome face he paid so much money to keep...
He's still boiling with rage that his siren's been ripped out of his hands, but it doesn't show in his tone of voice or the way he tries to beckon Angel closer.]
Hey, don't worry so much. Its my job to make sure those hands of your's stay squeaky clean. Team. And we're only gonna pick off the bad guys, alright?
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[ her excuse, and she was sticking to it. Because it was the only one she had right then.
Mostly, just liked reminding him what he was. Her father, her father and he did all of this to her. ]
I wouldn't know what Pandora is like outside.
[ Bitter, bitter, bitter and unforgiving, but she got that from him. ]
If that's what it is, I don't think you can. Maybe I should just start screaming about meat bicycles now. [ but she's not coming closer, no matter how evenly he talks, she's fallen for it too many times to start again now. Not when she finally got out. ]
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[He's starting to lose his temper, as they're treading dangerously close to threatening the pair of their safeties, something he simply can't handle or dare to comprehend.]
You just don't get it, you're never gonna learn no matter how smart I know you are, until its too friggen late. Angel--Angel.
[He forces the anger out of his voice, though there is a very certain predatory stare gleaming in the artificial eyes of his mask.
Pandora? Its a cesspool full of anarchy, bandits, hardship, poor people. Don't be a brat or play dumb, you saw through all my surveillance, and you know exactly what kind of people come from there. And they're here too, and when they find you, they're gonna pull you apart before they kill you...piece by piece.
[Its spoken from someone with experience.]
You can't trust them, Angel. They're all waiting to take advantage of your inexperience.
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Worse probably, he's the only one lamenting the loss of her powers here and they both know it. And maybe it's a mistake, getting just as angry as he is, but it's so easy to be self justified, so easy to want too, to just, just -- ]
Gone and made enemies already, Dad?
[ Takes the only point he gives her and runs with it, thousand mile stretch and god if the rope was long enough she could hang them both with it. ] Maybe, maybe you should just stay away from me then, and we can just pretend we don't know each other. Maybe then I'll be safe.
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[Especially Angel, but he doesn't say that. The next line stirs his gut, but he knows why she's behaving the way she is.
Freedom is like a drug. He remembers the exact day he tasted it too. It hurts, and even though he understands, its absolutely infuriating.
His voice is a hard line, but he stops trying to hold onto her. She wants her freedom? Fine. He'll make it the most undesirable thing in the world. He'll hire hunters to chase her until she has nowhere to go but back to him.
If that was how it had to be to make her see reason, then it would be a good lesson.]
I know it feels good now, baby, but its not all its cracked up to be out here. Your old man--just wants to look out for you, OK?
[He glances over his shoulder, as if he spotted movement and goes a little sharp. Its true, both of them are equally defenseless. His lasers don't work, his body clone duplicator is disabled, and they're a middle aged man and a young shut-in girl in the middle of a foggy forest.
He's laying it on thick, but he has to. They're both in real danger here.]
Please.
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God she just wished she could believe him. He always talked like he could fix the world for her, and once upon a time in the fairy tale he liked to live in, she believed him.
But it didn't change the fact that right here, in the middle of no where, she was stuck with him.
She doesn't give him an answer, doesn't give him a yes, she just shrugs, lopsided and still two steps back from him. ]
We need to get out of here.
i had this reply typed for like 20 minutes
She's dodging giving him a straight answer, but she gave him 'we'. That's enough for now. He'll address the real problem later.
Or maybe she'll come around and he won't have to. He jerks his head toward him and holds his palm out again, gesturing with one gloved finger.]
We do.
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Except, he's here. Thinks too long over it, glancing up where the hair falls in her face, concerned, wary as a skittish animal, between his offered hand and him. Biting hard on the inside of her lip. Right now, it's the same sickening feeling of having no where else to go.
It's just a step, not a very big one, and it's not like he's ever been the type to hold her hand. Only ever pushed her. Maybe he has to listen to her now, and maybe if she tells herself that she can believe it.
Takes a step forward, but it's all he's getting. Won't take his hand, he'd been the one to teach her to never expect anything other than a way to control. ]
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Perhaps surprisingly, he has fallen silent. The situation is not even close to being ideal, and with the destruction of New Haven, Pandora was finally on track to having Order. There was clearly no Order here on this peninsula, and they were slated to become monsters, something Jack had (in his mind) been striving against.
And now they were messing with his little girl.]
We'll be OK.
[He needs to hear it more than she does when the laughter echoes in the woods again.]
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Persephone, perhaps, had the better idea of it.
Back to his habits as quickly, using her to justify himself. The words she knew, had nothing to do with her, because it was unsettling, yes, but she was in some ways used to that laughter.
Tempting as it is to let him stew in it, she takes a breath and does her best to keep them both calm. It wouldn't serve either way. ]
We can't be the only ones lost here. They made pamphlets. That must mean this is all fairly usual.