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.
[Stocke's head remained tilted, eyes narrowing to slits of white, watching. He stayed that way, still but for his tendrils, for maybe half as long as it'd taken Garrett to make a decision; then, finally, he straightened, apparently accepting the thief's words at face value. Someone who wanted to lie to avoid consequences would've come up with a plausible reason that wasn't illegal.]
[He could still mean a thief of souls - but he'd implied that wasn't what he was interested in, and Stocke could share either way. Whatever the angry signals of static and 'mine' that continued to jump through him at the notion.]
—There's a bar a few streets away from here known as the Devil's Nest. Steal from there and I can't guarantee you won't attract my employer's ire.— [Besides that, though? Stocke's tendrils all swished once sharply, as if in a shrug; then he hovered back some distance, giving Garrett room to leave without it being an attempt to escape or an attack. Thievery was the least of the peninsula's problems.]
[Stocke didn't think there would be much to steal, in this area of town. But then, he admitted to himself, what did he know? His prizes had usually been information, not valuables. And Garrett could always just have been passing through to more abundant pickings.]
[There was a brief moment of a pregnant pause as the information, and the implications, were absorbed and then the thief gave one deliberate nod of acknowledgment.
When the opening was given, Garrett eyed it--not in suspicion but in consideration. He finally straightened up from his crouch, standing in a relaxed position, his head slightly tilted in curiosity this time as he examined the shade one final time. No question came, though, and the thief eventually made for the opening left for him to escape from this awkward confrontation.
However, as the blackhand made his way onto the nearest rooftop he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the shade.]
It as shady as it sounds?
[Pun not intended. It was an honest question and though the thief did not elaborate what he was searching for was not an excuse to thieve in the neighborhood where this entity made its home. Quite the opposite, in fact. He would need a fence. Well. He didn't have to have one. But he wouldn't mind finding one anyway.]
[If Stocke had eyebrows right now, he would've raised them. Not to stereotype, but entirely legitimate places didn't often have guard dogs that ranged out to several streets away. Even on their own initiative like him.]
—You're welcome to come and decide for yourself next time you want a drink.— [Or even just ask around; the reputation of the Devil's Nest wasn't really kept a secret. Even if Stocke carefully tried to ensure that the stories this reputation was based on never progressed past rumour, nothing anyone could use against them.]
[No guarantees Stocke's employer would be interested in fencing - even if Stocke didn't know that was Garrett's aim in asking, probably wouldn't guess at it for a short while - but with the bar's clientele, shouldn't be hard to find someone.]
[Stocke's eyes followed Garrett up the side of the building, onto the roof - he'd move on himself once the thief was out of sight.]
[Call it Garrett's attempt at diplomacy to give a head's up that he might be dropping by one day. Besides, nothing here was normal enough to stereotype.]
I'll keep that in mind.
[The tone was almost friendly, or at the very least light and playful in the most subtle of ways. He had gotten out of this one without a scrape and the additional socialization--no matter how small--was quite possibly the sneak-thief's way of showing gratitude.
No one ever said he was very good at conversation. Or being friendly. Or just plain socializing in any way, shape, or form.
But with that last bit done and said, Garrett had exceeded his limit on social behavior for the day. A slight hesitation, the small shifting of his eyes almost as if shrugging away any further attempts at being social, and then the blackhand was turning his back on the shade to resume his escape from the area. He left as silently as he had come, disappearing back into the darkness where he was nothing more than a deep shadow amongst shadows.]
[[ooc: i just wanted to thank you for this lovely thread! i thoroughly enjoyed it and am seriously considering joining the game now that i've had a small glimpse at how fun it can be. and i just really appreciate someone putting up with this horribly anti-social character and bearing with the slim dialogue and etc. i just. thank you so very much!!! orz ]]
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[Stocke's head remained tilted, eyes narrowing to slits of white, watching. He stayed that way, still but for his tendrils, for maybe half as long as it'd taken Garrett to make a decision; then, finally, he straightened, apparently accepting the thief's words at face value. Someone who wanted to lie to avoid consequences would've come up with a plausible reason that wasn't illegal.]
[He could still mean a thief of souls - but he'd implied that wasn't what he was interested in, and Stocke could share either way. Whatever the angry signals of static and 'mine' that continued to jump through him at the notion.]
—There's a bar a few streets away from here known as the Devil's Nest. Steal from there and I can't guarantee you won't attract my employer's ire.— [Besides that, though? Stocke's tendrils all swished once sharply, as if in a shrug; then he hovered back some distance, giving Garrett room to leave without it being an attempt to escape or an attack. Thievery was the least of the peninsula's problems.]
[Stocke didn't think there would be much to steal, in this area of town. But then, he admitted to himself, what did he know? His prizes had usually been information, not valuables. And Garrett could always just have been passing through to more abundant pickings.]
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When the opening was given, Garrett eyed it--not in suspicion but in consideration. He finally straightened up from his crouch, standing in a relaxed position, his head slightly tilted in curiosity this time as he examined the shade one final time. No question came, though, and the thief eventually made for the opening left for him to escape from this awkward confrontation.
However, as the blackhand made his way onto the nearest rooftop he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at the shade.]
It as shady as it sounds?
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Pun not intended.It was an honest question and though the thief did not elaborate what he was searching for was not an excuse to thieve in the neighborhood where this entity made its home. Quite the opposite, in fact. He would need a fence. Well. He didn't have to have one. But he wouldn't mind finding one anyway.]no subject
—You're welcome to come and decide for yourself next time you want a drink.— [Or even just ask around; the reputation of the Devil's Nest wasn't really kept a secret. Even if Stocke carefully tried to ensure that the stories this reputation was based on never progressed past rumour, nothing anyone could use against them.]
[No guarantees Stocke's employer would be interested in fencing - even if Stocke didn't know that was Garrett's aim in asking, probably wouldn't guess at it for a short while - but with the bar's clientele, shouldn't be hard to find someone.]
[Stocke's eyes followed Garrett up the side of the building, onto the roof - he'd move on himself once the thief was out of sight.]
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I'll keep that in mind.
[The tone was almost friendly, or at the very least light and playful in the most subtle of ways. He had gotten out of this one without a scrape and the additional socialization--no matter how small--was quite possibly the sneak-thief's way of showing gratitude.
No one ever said he was very good at conversation. Or being friendly. Or just plain socializing in any way, shape, or form.
But with that last bit done and said, Garrett had exceeded his limit on social behavior for the day. A slight hesitation, the small shifting of his eyes almost as if shrugging away any further attempts at being social, and then the blackhand was turning his back on the shade to resume his escape from the area. He left as silently as he had come, disappearing back into the darkness where he was nothing more than a deep shadow amongst shadows.]
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