Test Drive Meme

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Test Drive Meme

Prompts Arrival: So you've just arrived in Nyoi-Cho. Congratulations! You must be so excited about having your wish granted. Or maybe you're upset that the result wasn't quite what you expected? If that's the case, then that's too bad! There are no take backs and no redoes, so you're stuck with what you have! Maybe you should have been more careful about how you worded that wish... Oh well. There's no use in dwelling on it. You're a magi now, and that means adjusting to a whole new lifestyle! Maybe one of the townspeople can help you out. Only... they're acting a bit strangely, aren't they? They're all too happy to show you around, but there's something unsettling about the way they're behaving. Almost cheerfully dissonant. Any questions about the history of the town are met with blank stares and brief silence, before they plaster a smile onto their faces and change the subject. Any attempts to tell them about your duties as a magi or anything else that relates to the magical will get similar reactions. Isn't there anyone normal here that you can talk to at all? Home Improvement: The houses that the magi are given access to really are something, aren't they? There's almost no limit to what they can do! Why don't you create the house of your dreams, or maybe recreate and relive your favorite childhood scenes? Invite some spectators over to marvel! A Corrupted Soul Gem: You neglected to take care of your soul gem, and now you don't feel quite yourself anymore. You feel like you're losing your sense of self - all you seem to be able to focus on is your old regrets and past failures. What's happening to you? A Day in the Life: Everyday hero by day, magician by night! You've got a busy day ahead of you and no time to waste! Maybe it's school, or maybe it's work, maybe it's both! Being magical doesn't make you exempt from paying those shopping bills! May Day: Uh-oh. This magical girl stuff looked easier on TV. You're in some serious trouble! Or maybe you see someone else who is! It's time to pull up your socks and show them what you have. Be the hero you've always wanted to be, or give in and be that damsel in distress. There's no shame in needing a little help now and then. A Successful Mission: Congratulations! You met up with your first Nightmare, and you fought valiantly. You even mastered that tricky power of yours! What sort of power did you get? Is it a useful one, or is it not so useful? Maybe you've mastered it beautifully, and now you're showing off to all of your friends. Maybe you're having a hard time keeping it under wraps, and now you're wreaking havoc across the town without meaning to! A Dreadful Nightmare: You had an absolutely horrid day. As you drift off to sleep, your mind dwells on all the injustices you've had to endure. In response, your bed swallows you up, and your room shifts into a horrific Nightmarescape. What sort of Nightmare are you? What kind of Nightmarescape do you create? Hopefully your fellow magi can stop you before you cause too much damage! Wildcard: Feel free to use any information from the FAQ or the World Info page to make your own prompt!

Comments

[duststained]

[Chara lowers the knife ever so slightly.]

You don't have much self awareness, do you?

[existastherealm]

I'm aware as much as I can be when I'm not sure where I begin or end.

[duststained]

[Chara laughs in response to that.]

I see.

Do you often mistake strangers you meet on the streets for yourself?

[existastherealm]

It's hard to say I'm mistaken. The only thing I can be certain of even exists is myself. So far I've seen little evidence that everything else isn't just my grand delusion and parts of myself talking back to me. Except for Jehova's Witnesses. God. Jehova's Witnesses...

Either way, what evidence could you give me that you actually are real?

[duststained]

[In the most unamused tone:]

I could stab you.

[existastherealm]

Oh, but that's just it, isn't it?

[He's smiling. A child just threatened, coolly, to stab him and this crazy fuck can't help but smile. This is like good fun to Nny, to talk about this, even if he's under the belief he's talking with himself.

Really.

He just LOVES to hear himself talk.]

Who's to say physical sensation, pain, death is any less a delusion than everything else? I've already had half my head blown off, been to heaven and hell, and come back and I still don't know if that actually happen or if I just blacked out and, during that black out, shaved most of my head.

I'd like to think Heaven happened at least. I got to blow a nun's head up. It was wonderful.

So, sure. I suppose you could stab me you rude little shit but you haven't proven anything other than my belief that the sensation of being stabbed would fucking hurt.

[duststained]

[Holy shit this guy is annoying. There's a grin spreading across Chara's face, but anyone who takes a look at it will know it isn't a grin of happiness.]

I never said I meant the pain to be the proof of my existence.

I meant that when I stab you to death and you cease to exist while my existence continues unabated, that'll provide the most absolute form of proof obtainable.

[existastherealm]

Oh please! Do you think I haven't thought of something like that before? I've got news for you my little friend, I can't die! I've tried time and time again and I just can't, and the one time I thought I did I just came back or didn't in the first place!

Sure! Go ahead and stab me, or try to! It doesn't mean shit anyway!

[duststained]

[Well, he asked for it. If Chara wants to wipe that self-satisfied look off of his face, words clearly won't be sufficient here.

That means it's time to take action. Chara plunges the knife forward with as much strength as they can muster, aiming straight for Nny's gut.]