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TEST DRIVE MEME: MAY/JUNE
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! Please take a look at the navigation page for rules, setting information, and links to reserves and apps. Have fun!
SCENARIO ONE
You wake up on the beach thoroughly drenched, with your mouth full of sand. The salt water is making all the cuts and scrapes on your skin sting and the sand isn't helping. The air is slightly humid, ruining any feeling of refreshment you might have gotten from your dip in the ocean.
There are lights in the distance, but the unfriendly scent of gunpowder fills the air. If you're lucky, you're alone. If not - you might find yourself staring up into a pair of monstrous eyes or down the barrel of a local's shotgun.
SCENARIO TWO
So you've just arrived, and already some of the natives are trying to get on your good side with 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 on the more informative end of the scale. There's even some detailing certain monsters, and the changes they go through. Some of these seem to have been passed down from one monster to the next.
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. Sometimes they have marks on them from previous readers saying they're lies, or pointing out good "jokes."
Then 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
"Seek us out," the voice whispers in your head, and before you have time to question it you've found yourself in someplace entirely alien.
Maybe it's the Fog God's ghostly town of Dyster, where exultant followers dance around bonfires and sing their praises to the skies above. Maybe it's the Fourth God's arcade, with small robots wheeling about amidst the lights and colors of old pinball machines.
Only one thing is certain: you are not alone, in this sacred place.
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? Feel free to pick any monster type for this prompt, but note that you may not get the same one in game.
Annabelle 'Annie' Dyer | Orginal Character
Annie is starting to come to. Her head hurts like crazy. The last thing she can remember is just how damn angry her boyfriend had made her. At long last she thought the boy she loved and trusted was going to help her find answers to questions that had been haunting her ever since her bestie had died.
That son of a bitch.
Ow. Her head hurts so much right now. Annie manages to roll onto her back and slowly cracks her eyes open.
"Sunlight. My true enemy," she cracks around the headache. Maybe it's actually time to get up and face the music Annie. Annie isn't really sure she is ready to face anything yet.
B
"Oh honey," a woman said looking sympathetically at her. Annie had to take her shoes off back at the beach. They were way too logged with water for the young woman to easily walk anywhere in. Like any sensible person Annie had been carrying them with her.
Of course that lead to her stubbing her toes a few times on her way into town. It was actually very good luck for Annie that this woman had swept in and lead her over to a bench. There were offers of dry socks and shoes which Annie was so glad for.
The cuts and the weird bites seem to garnish sympathy from a few people. Annie thinks she can use that to get answers but mostly papers get shoved at her. There are also a few creeps who seem to be glaring at her.
What the hell.
"Can you please just give me some space," she asks trying to get up to break away from the group that was trying to 'help'. Annie was done with people who acted like sheep or puppets.
There was enough of that at school. God, she is so glad graduation is coming up. Although now there is this nagging feeling in her gut that something worse than last night has really happened. The pamphlets look serious and the cuts feel really.
"This has to be another trap."
C
It has been a week. A week of trying to figure this place out. This strange world that Annie doesn't get. Even the fashion is weird. She puts up with it.
What she can't put up with is the voices. In her head. It hurts like an itch between her shoulders that she can't get to. Annie decides to go find the voice she has been hearing.
Mostly to demand it leaves her alone. She has had enough.
The thing is though that once she finds Dyster with all its bonfires and dancing? It feels right. That feels wrong. Who can she go yell at?
"Well. This is totally a trap. Why did I even come here," Annie grumbles to herself sticking to the edge.l The dancing is catching her attention however angry she is right now.
How can dancing be a trap? God, she missed dancing. Annie used to go all the time. Even her foot seems to be betraying her by slowly starting to tap in time with the beat of the dancing going on. This spells trouble all over.
A
The voice has a glib, modulated quality to it, but there's a conspicuous irritable tension right beneath its surface and it appears to be coming from a shivering, bedraggled middle-aged man crouched on the sand a few feet away.
He stiffly, laboriously climbs back up to his feet and squints against the oppressive sunlight as he turns towards Annie's voice. He has a spoon shaped protrusion in the centre of his forehead and a pair of textured, reptilian looking ridges in the place of eyebrows, but aside from that, he appears to be human.
"I couldn't think of a more deeply unpleasant place to be stranded, can you?"
eee. My favorite tailor.
However, there is a tear in the long sleeve of the top it looks like she has been roughed up. She isn't going to complain about being sore right now instead she looks over in his direction.
What.
Okay. Maybe the creature her boyfriend was going to feed her to is messing with her head. Stupid Dylan. If he had been much smarter none of her friends would be dead. Didn't he get how much she had really cared about his dumbass?
Boys are so stupid.
"Not really no." Annie is going to try standing. "Um, you don't know where we are either mister?"
Sorry but her head still hurts and the sun is way too cheery for her current mood.
aaaaa I'm so glad :D
He draws himself up, blinking against the sunlight to bring Annie into focus as he gives her a quick look up and down. He pauses for a moment, critically raising the ridges above his eyes as he takes in her uniform and notes that this young lady appears to come from a world with a very unusual sense of fashion, before pulling back to scan the beach for signs of the wreckage. After all, if they woke up sprawled on the beach, the ship that crashed and stranded them here shouldn't be too far away and if they can find that, they'll be able to send out a distress signal.
"But wherever we are," he pauses again as his eyes land on the lights in the distance, "We don't appear to be alone."
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"No. Which is either really good or really bad," Annie says after taking the time to climb to her feet. She winces visibly due to what looks like a bite or claw mark on her calf.
The wind shifts just enough for Annie to pick up on the metallic scent of gun powder in the air. There is a loud sound off somewhere in the distance that causes her to flinch visibly. Obviously the girl has reasons to be spooked but just as quickly as she flinches a mask of confidence slides right into place.
"Okay. That was gunfire. So either we just happened to end up somewhere in the middle of hunting season or we're about to discover the locals are like, violent hill people." Annie can feel the idea of violence make her gut clench.
She refuses to be scared again so soon. One night of starring in her own teen horror movie was enough thanks so much.
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"Well! I think it's time we moved on from here, don't you?"
He glances down at her injury for a brief moment before offering her his hand, and looking over at a nearby rocky outcropping on the beach.
"I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of running into Violent Hill People, but I can't help thinking I wouldn't exactly be richer for the experience."
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"Oh totally."
It's obvious that it is troubling her from the small tremor in her hand when she takes his, Annie is just trying extra hard to not be a bother. There's more serious stuff going on than a little pain in her leg.
"Well if all the creepy Friday night horror flicks have taught me anything? Insular communities lean towards paranoia. Paranoia and guns are like, really a bad idea to put together." Annie thinks she's being totally reasonable here. Sure this guy might be different but that's worlds better than her most recent interaction with a guy recently.
She's going to be bitter and angry about Dylan for a long time. Frankly Annie will admit not having time to let herself properly rage or vent about him isn't good for ability to cope. She wants to be furious but also lacks the time.
There's also literally no one to trust with the now fresh secret. It doesn't occur to her there are visible signs something had happened to her. Annie isn't exactly experienced in anything but being a cheerleader.
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“My dear," his tone is glib, but he pauses for a moment, listening for more gunfire or footsteps and hearing none, he goes on,
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a very grim outlook on things? It's remarkable."
Especially remarkable coming from a human. He'd half expected someone this young to be baffled and aghast at the distant gunfire, but her speculations on paranoid Gun-Toting Hill People hiding around the corner are truly refreshing.
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Expectations are a thing. This time it's actually useful. Annie is going to fake not being scared for as long as she can. Break down after things have actually calmed down, Annie dear.
"No?" Annie blinks at him a bit like an owl. So for anyone who actually understands owls it isn't wise or all knowing. Annie is confused by why her justifiable paranoia is refreshing.
"Honestly? If you think that's remarkable you'd think my Mom is a regular comedian. She's not like... grim gritty dark? But it's still hilarious when she gets mad at someone who isn't you."
Having her Mom as a lawyer had been hilarious growing up. Now that Annie is almost an adult it's a little intimidating. Despite having just hit being eighteen not so long ago Annie doesn't really think of herself as an adult yet. It's not as if she expects everything to suddenly make sense and to get a you're an adult now medal or something similar.