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monstertruckers ([personal profile] monstertruckers) wrote in [community profile] memestertrucks2025-11-08 08:19 pm
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NOVEMBER TDM




A chilling mist and storms cling to the surrounding area. The cold and the wet pierces even the garage, making for a poor welcome. This time around the garage and gas station lurks amidst multiple farms, and a fall colored forest. The seasons have decisively shifted. And the environment is doing its best to shift the new arrivals in turn.

















01: SUMMONING CIRCLE


New Drifters arrive to gloomy skies seen through the broken windows of a garage… And a large barn house looming overhead. Rain echoes on the roof, along with the occasional rumble of thunder. When it isn’t raining outside, there’s a damp and chill mist that lingers over the farmlands.

It makes the large Convoy pulling up to stop at that garage seem that much more tall and imposing: though it’s also clear the Convoy has seen some wear and tear, metal scuffed and a few gashes and dents in the cars.

The summoning circle in the garage is lined with candles that can be used to ward off some of the mist and the chill, but it’s advised to find more stable shelter in cars or in the barn. The roof of the garage leaks. And wet, cold concrete isn’t very comfortable for very long.
02: START UP
There are various cars surrounding the garage. Some of them parked directly outside, though a few of them are parked in various farm fields and vegetable patches. Drifters are advised to watch out for hostile farm life and produce (such as exploding pumpkins) if their ride is out in the farm patch.

There’s also a certain connection between different newcomers and cars. Something that suggests a particular vehicle is theirs, backed up by possessing the key to that vehicle. The key may already be in the ignition, on the dashboard… It may have even been on their person, ever since they woke up in that garage. Either way, Drifters have the keys to the vehicle now.

…But there’s a few rough edges on these vehicles. Flat tires, cracked windows and mirrors, maybe some stuck doors and locks; all of them the sort of thing that requires two pairs of hands and supplies. The garage can take care of the supplies… Now it’s just a matter of finding some extra hands.
03: FARM HOSTILITIES
The farm isn’t always the friendliest place; the assorted livestock are all monstrous, and ready to fight any Drifter that looks at them funny. Cockatrices, bull gorgons, bullfango, and bicorns are all present and grumpy.

In addition, Drifters should look out for scarecrows in the farm patches. Their eyes glow with an eerie light, and anyone who meets their gaze will find their fears manifesting. At first the fears last for only a blink, and appear to be hallucinations. The longer any Drifters stay under the scarecrow’s gaze, the more their fears become real and dangerous.

Leaving the gaze of the scarecrows (or destroying them) can end the effect. Though any lingering trauma and bloodshed will need different solutions.
04: MOON WARP
Various glowing moon shards have taken root across different farm fields. Thanks to them, there’s more than just produce and livestock growing on the farm. Magic has sunk into the buildings and the soil, and is ready to work on the Drifters in turn.

The scarecrows take on a more sinister glow some nights, pulsing violently with light before exploding; moon shards lay dormant in many of them, before activating one night and forcing changes in Drifters. Along with activating other monster traits, two event monsters are available:
04: MONSTER SHIFT, KITSUNE
A fox monster possessing multiple tails. They may take the form of Kitsune, Gumiho, or Huli Jin. They may feature a full or partial vulpine transformation, and with all Kitsune traits also have:
+Trickster Curse: Anyone who steals from farms or acts with trickery/deception risks activating traits.
+Liver Eater: Begins to feel a clawing hunger that can only be satisfied by the liver from prey. The fresher, the better. Husk monsters can fulfill this craving!
+Fox Fire: can generate phantasmal fire either at will or while emotional. These fires cannot burn, unless willed to do so… Or if one’s emotions grow out of hand.
+Fox Fright: If fear or anxiety becomes too great, may become a fox (either small or giant!) in an attempt to flee and hide.
+Tails To Tell: Growing extra tails, up to nine. This may interfere with balance, or even reach out to brush against other people like they have a mind of their own.
+Thief Feet: Gains a talent for moving quietly and stealthily, even able to hide from the farm monsters and the scarecrows.
+Favored Prey: gains an appetite and a ferocity for cockatrices.

04: MONSTER SHIFT, TAURUS
Hoofed monsters who can appear as minotaurs, satyrs, and centaurs. In addition to having Taurus traits the following also occurs:
+Red Flag: several of the scarecrows carry red rags on them, which flap in the breeze… And have a way of inflaming Taurus tempers, prompting them to charge. On impact, the red fabric shreds but tries to put off one more pulse of fear.
+Eat Your Veggies: on top of a craving for vegetable, Taurus can also heal their wounds or restore their stamina when eating vegetables from these gardens!
+Horn Sharpening: when horns grow in, they can itch and ache on a Drifter’s head. Rubbing and sharpening them against hard surfaces is the best way to dull the discomfort.
+Safety In Numbers: There is a sudden pressing need for Taurus to stay close to others; being alone causes anxiety and irritability.
+Raging Bull: Threats to a Taurus’ herd invokes anger and aggression from a Taurus, and they will do whatever it takes to crush said threat.
+Digging In: Drifters should take care with their steps. Pressing their feet too hard into the ground can cause a small quake… or even compel them to charge someone, if they make eye contact for too long.
+Stir Crazy: going indoors for longer than a minute causes restlessness and agitation in a Taurus, and a pressing need to get back outside.
05: HUNTERS
Time passes, and a fog rolls into the farm lands. It obscures much of the surroundings, but one thing does shine through the gloom; red, electric lights that look suspiciously like eyes. A metallic growl echoes through the farm fields, before robot canine shapes step out of the fog. A few of them carry speakers mounted to their shoulders, and a voice echoes out from them:

“All chromehounds, set commands to seek and destroy. Any infected you find, you eliminate. Keep Nirvana safe from their taint at all costs. Now hunt.”

At those orders, the chromehounds spring out and begin to course through the farmlands, hunting for prey. A single chromehound can be handled by a Drifter on their own, but the danger is how often they hunt in pairs or in packs; in that case, a Drifter will need help to either fight or flee from them.

Those in the midst of Kitsune or Taurus changes will also need to deal with a howl the hounds send out; it is pitched at a fight or flight frequency designed to distress monsters. Either by causing intense bouts of fear, or near blinding rage. The intent is to flush any Kitsune and Taurus out of hiding and into the jaws of waiting chomehounds… Though hounds don’t account for monsters also having pack.
06: CUCCO WARNING
There's one more oddity at the farm; one that isn't immediately hostile to newcomers, though it does regard them with curiosity. It takes the form of a rather innocent (and slightly vapid looking) chicken. Many of them roam the farmstead, trying to avoid any conflict.

A few of them even gather around an abandoned pie eating booth and peck at the remarkably well preserved pies. They might even be willing to share. (And the pies themselves are still edible and tasty, somehow.)

But this good will and tolerance can swiftly come to an end if they are attacked. If agitated, the cuccos can summon more of themselves to swarm the threat, causing plenty of pecks, scratches, and assorted injuries. There's even a ruined scarecrow laying nearby, torn to death by little beaks to show how dangerous they can be.

They also don't take kindly to threats from other denizens of the farm; the robot dogs, scarecrows, and some of the angrier farm life can quickly learn that the hard way!
MICRO ENCOUNTERS:

PLEASE NOTE! These are small bits of set dressing for players to include in threads if they wish, rather than full fledged prompts or events. You may handwave your exploration of these areas, or thread them out.

Snow Warning: Mountains rise above both farmlands and forest, and it seems clear that the road leads on towards them. It might be wise to plunder the nearby garage and farmhouses for any winter wear, before going further.

Food Forage: The local fields hold supplies… Some of them unconventional thanks to the Moon Warps. It’s probably best not to ask why corndogs are growing on corn stalks, but they’re still edible enough.

Misty Step: Sometimes the gloom and mist can do strange things to one’s perception, and stride. Walking into the mist can easily tun a Drifter around and place them in a spot they weren’t intending to go: whether that’s back in the garage, in the middle of the approaching Convoy, the middle of a field, or maybe somewhere else entirely!

Holy Cow-Car, Batman: One last quirk of the region, is that occasionally the vehicles here (including Drifter vehicles) seem to have a mind of their own. And that mind is similar to a cow. The vehicles can be found wandering in fenced off grassy areas, flattening grass to a degree where it appears to be eaten.

The vehicles are at least fairly docile, and once they are removed from the fencing revert to being normal cars/motorcycles/etc. But until then, they retain that odd quirk.

NAVIGATION || RESERVES || APPLICATIONS










propatriamori: (lip bite)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-13 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward jerks his head away from being patted. No one has tried that with him since he was six years old, and he very much catches the condescension. Still, he points out the spot on the engine with the clog.

"It's here." He steps aside so Alastor can reach it. "I have to ask: how are you doing that with your voice? You sound like you're transmitting through a radio."

Not an old radio, mind you, just a radio.
sugaronthecream: (pic#17090478)

[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-18 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"A shame you haven't heard of me! My little sabbatical certainly didn't do me any favors in keeping up my reputation," Alastor hummed, reaching into the engine to find and remove the offending broken part. After pondering the part, figuring he could pick out a replacement.

"I'm the Radio Demon! Salutations, chum. You've caught me on a good day."
propatriamori: (say what now?)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-18 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
That tells Edward exactly nothing.

"So... are you popular in the United States, then?" Is this guy some kind of celebrity? "I've never heard of a Radio Demon in England."
sugaronthecream: (You're KIDDING...)

[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-19 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Come now, surely you'd heard of me when you landed in Hell!" Alastor laughed in bemused doubt, looking over the drider form.
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-19 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Record scratch sound.

"I'm not dead." Edward gestures at the drider body. "This happened to me here."
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[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-19 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
While Edward might have metaphorically heard a record scratch in his own head, he would very literally hear one coming from Alastor as those bright red eyes shot open with surprise.

"Really? Iiiinteresting..." he hummed, tapping his chin with a claw and re-assessing the drider body. Bodily changes outside of Hell, even to 'living' souls? "Has it been a hindrance or a boon, for you?"
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-19 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Edward jumps at the sound of the record scratch echoing from Alastar. That was weird, even by his ever-shifting standards of weirdness, and he is not a fan.

"A bit of both." Edward gestures at his face, drawing attention to his blind eyes. "I'm able to navigate on my own through it."

Rather than talk about its hindrances, Edward chooses to change the subject. "Everyone changes here. You will too, if you end up staying."
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[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-19 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fascinating. So we've been summoned without as much access to our true power, but are gaining new things in return. I suppose the Deal could be worse..."

Slowly, Alastor tapped his claws against the side of the truck in thought.

"Find Nirvana... I wonder what the plan is once we get there. Are we to snuff it out? Claim it for our own? Our deal-makers have been clever to be vague about their terms."
propatriamori: (questioning)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-19 02:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can't speak for you, of course, but I arrived here with all the abilities I had in life." Does that mean he had his true power? Who knows.

"No one knows. The convoy moves on its own, though. You'll be obligated to travel with it, unless you wish to deal with all the local monsters on your own."

Edward shuffles his feet. He's pretty sure the question he's about to ask is rude, but he may never get another chance. "So... I take it you're dead, then? And were sent to Hell afterwards?"
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[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-19 04:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course! The chance I had in life to redeem myself is long since gone. All the world is a stage, and my stage is in the top ring of Hell!"

If nothing else, Alastor seems to be in good humor about it, if a bit dramatic.
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-19 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is that why your voice sounds like a radio?" It suddenly all clicks together. "Oh! You were on the radio when you were alive, weren't you? And then continued in Hell."

Which raises another interesting point, and Edward's face goes white. "So Hell is real, then."
sugaronthecream: (That's the tea!)

[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-20 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Certainly is! Better keep on behaving yourself, you've only got the one chance! Take account of your deeds now while you can - will you leave stage left, or stage right? Hahahah!"

If nothing else, he seems to not be too terribly bothered about his current vocation as a demon in Hell.

"And of course, brace yourself for plenty of singing and crying."
propatriamori: (lip bite)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-20 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Singing?"

The crying he can believe, but the singing throws Edward off.

"Why is there singing in Hell?"
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[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-20 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, everyone expects the screaming and the violence! But there's plenty of time to have a moment. Hah!"
propatriamori: (huh)

[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-22 07:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"That is... not how Hell was described to me at all."

But then again, Edward has never been to Hell, and Alastor is the first person he's met who claims to be from there, so what does Edward know?

"You said you thought I was from Hell myself. Are people... changed, when they arrive there?"
sugaronthecream: (pic#17090494)

[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-26 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course! And no one gets a say. I certainly wouldn't have picked a deer as my symbolic animal, after all."

Alas! Oh well.
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-26 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Fascinating.

"What would you have chosen, given the choice?" Edward gestures at himself. "I wouldn't have chosen a spider, given the option, but it's worked out surprisingly well for me."
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[personal profile] sugaronthecream 2025-11-28 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm! What a question... Alastor pondered for a moment.

"Well, I'd had plenty of being compared to an animal in life. Maybe the visage of the Reaper would be fun."
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[personal profile] propatriamori 2025-11-28 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"That seems a bit on the nose, doesn't it? I'd imagine if you had the option, everyone in Hell would look like the Reaper."

Sorry, edgelord, he's calling you out.

"Why were you compared to an animal when you were alive?"