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October 2023 Test Drive Meme
OCTOBER 2023 TDM
PROMPT ONE — ARRIVAL: METHUSELAH'S FEAST: A new group of arrivals find themselves lost in the frozen wilds and vulnerable to the dangers of nature. With luck, they make it to the town of Milton, and to a friendly face offering food, warmth and shelter — not to mention the fact they are not the first to come here.
PROMPT TWO — GUILTY PARTY: Interlopers are kidnapped and held captive by a being and forced to confess their wrong doings, or face fatal consequences.
PROMPT THREE — OFF THE BEATEN TRACK: Interlopers get more than they bargained for when a mysterious albeit friendly dog comes across them and persuades them to follow them into the wilds.
ARRIVAL: METHUSELAH'S FEAST
WHEN: Mid-October.
WHERE: Milton, Milton Outskirts.
CONTENT WARNINGS: potential animal attacks, potential injuries, potential cold injuries/hyperthermia risk.
'You are the Interloper. You are not part of nature’s design.'
It’s the last thing you hear. A dark, deep voice. Impossibly ancient. You feel afraid. Maybe you’re dreaming, maybe you’re wide awake. You saw the lights, and then your world went dark. But you hear it in the blackness, you won’t forget those words.
You awaken. You are not where you were before. It’s different for everyone, there doesn’t seem to be much of a pattern in where you find yourself. You may open your eyes to find yourself in a cold, dim and dank cabin. The air is stale, dust hangs in the rays of weak sunlight that shine through the tiny windows. Someone lived here once, but they aren’t to be found. You look around, it seems like no one has been here in several weeks, maybe longer. The fire is stone cold, the dishes in the sink are mouldy — it's possible the place has been ransacked, as if they've gone through the drawers and cupboards looking for something. It is quiet. The wood creaks around you. Or perhaps you may awaken to find yourself shivering in the yawning maw of a cave, the freezing stone below you. Or maybe you’re unfortunate enough to sit up to find yourself lying in the snow, in the middle of the wilderness. Snow lies thick around you. It’s freezing out. You haven’t felt a cold like this before in your entire life. Cruel and biting. You have no idea where you are, and what’s worse — you are completely alone.
You may feel different, too. Any powers or magics you may have feel... absent. Disconnected. Things that may not have affected you previously now do. Something in you has changed.
You know you can’t stay where you are. You’ll need to move, try to work out where you are and how you came to be here. So you walk, head out into the unknown, in hope of finding a trail or a road. You’ll find one soon enough. It’s here you may find someone else in the same boat as yourself, equally freezing and confused. You’ll both need to keep going. It won’t be easy. You hear howls of wolves around you, and the terrain is difficult: slips and falls are likely. You’re completely vulnerable out here in the open.
Or it’s possible you may come across someone else here. Someone who looks far better prepared to deal with the freezing cold and frozen landscape, out hunting or gathering. They’ll likely offer help and get you into town. However, for the unlucky ones who don’t come across anyone, you’ll carry on until you see it: the lazy trail of smoke rising in the air. Fire. Not just one, but several. Civilization...?
Follow it, and soon enough the way you’ve taken will certainly become a path or road. Unfolding before you in the mountainous forests, you’ll see the most welcome of sights: a small mining town tucked up in the valley. Battered, rusted road signs will direct to “MILTON, POP. 947”. You’re almost there, you keep going, and it looks like other people have had the same idea as you. In fact, you’ll hear the muffled sounds of life. People! In the town!
As you head into the outskirts and then further into town, you’ll find it’s a little easier to walk but the cold has gripped you hard. You’ll find the buildings, both shops and homes, some are dark and lifeless, some of them are boarded up, some of them are occupied. People are going about their business, or stood watching from their tiny porches of their small, timber homes. For a town this big, there doesn’t seem to be many people. Several dozen at most, but no more.
Towards the center of town, you’ll find the building from which the biggest of the smoke trail rises: a school-house of sorts, or some kind of community hall. Perhaps both. You’ll find more and more people all drawn to this place, each and every one of them in the same position as yourself (and your companion, if you’ve found one). Some are in worse states than others: some are bloodied, nursing bite wounds or cuts; others might have some other kind of injury sustained in the journey here from falls. Others may look as if they could faint from the cold at any second.
The door opens, and you’re greeted by the gnarled, wizened face of an elderly man, dressed in thick furs. He has a kind face. He smiles warmly, and with pity, ushering you in with haste.
“Ah, more of you have come.” he nods, just as he suspected you might. “I am Methuselah. I welcome you Newcomer, although I’m sorry for how you’ve come to find yourself here. You are not the only one, the lights are changing things. Come. Mother Nature has not been kind to you, but there are plenty here to help.”
The room is dim, lit only by natural daylight through the windows. A roaring fire sits at one end of the huge hall. It crackles, bright and cheerful... and warm. Even as big as this place is, the room is pleasantly warm. You’ll also find basic cots set up down one side of the hall, and while it seems there's a few people already living here, there's enough space for those in need of them. There's places to rest for a moment and get your bearings, or just trying to recover from the cold. Down the other side are tables and chairs, and long tables laden with food, drinks and bottled water similar to one might find at a soup kitchen. Once again, Methuselah offers a feast, aided by some of the other Interlopers.
There are canisters with hot herbal teas and coffee, along with soup and stew and trays of charred deer and rabbit meats, plus some grilled fish, instant mashed potatoes, and tinned vegetables. It’s very basic, but it’s hot and filling. A feast. The old man has been busy. And Methuselah will continue to busy himself, still; there is plenty to do. He will fetch blankets, tend to wounds, serve food and drinks. He does not have much time to talk. More and more people seem to be coming in from the cold. He will not stop to sit and rest until everyone is seen to, taking up a place by the fire to gaze silently into its flames. He is troubled, thoughtful. The arrival of so many is not something that sits well with him. The others from town will eventually trail in too, to eat and warm themselves, and search amongst the new faces.
He will encourage newcomers to get warm and eat, and when they are ready to — they can explore the town and find one of the many empty homes to call their own. He will not speak much, but perhaps you might be able to get some answers from those fellow arrivals who’ve been in this place for some time now.
GUILTY PARTY
WHEN: Over the next month.
WHERE: Paradise Farm Outbuildings.
CONTENT WARNINGS: forced imprisonment; forced honesty; supernatural beings; confessional themes; threat of death; possible character death; possible death by throat injury.
You don’t remember how you came to be here. The air is cold and damp, the rot of wood is strong, and… blood. Why does it smell of so much blood? You can’t seem to see all that much in the gloom, but you think you’re in some kind of outbuilding of sorts. You find yourself chained to a chair, the metal is heavy and cold against you and no matter whatever you seem to do, you can’t seem to free yourself from them. No struggling can ease their hold, and there’s no lock to unpick or break. They weigh you down in your seat, you can't even seem to tip yourself over.
But you’re not the only one here. Across from you in the dark is someone else. One of your fellow Interlopers is trapped here with you, too. They too don’t remember anything either, they’re equally as confused and uncertain as you. Perhaps frightened. Not only this, they’re also sat chained up just as tightly. You have a little time to talk before you realise the two of you aren’t alone.
There's a glooming green light, the feeling of a presence. A huge figure steps into view, cloaked in black. It’s hard to tell whether it’s a man or a woman, and it’s difficult to make out much detail of them. Their face is obscured by a stone mask in the shape of a monstrous, horned and fanged Jackal. Green light glows from behind it, foreboding in the dark. It will not answer you if you try to speak with it.
“WICKEDNESS LIES WITHIN YOU.” The voice is a fierce chorus of whispers, but yet so loud. It sends a shiver down your spine. “I HAVE SEEN IT.”
... You can’t help but know it to be true. Something inside you knows what they speak of is true. Any misdeed or wrongdoing done by your hand, any cruel word you spoke, any life you took or heart you broke. You feel exposed, seen. The figure knows what you have done.
“CONFESS.” the figure demands. “UNBURDEN YOUR HEART AND BE FREE. BE SILENT AND CARRY IT TO THE GRAVE.”
The figure holds an item in its hand, something that glints in the light that glows from its mask. Now you realise why there’s so much blood in the air: it’s a sickle, dripping with blood. You are not the first to be brought here. You will not be the last.
Speak, unburden yourself, and if the figure is satisfied — you will, in fact, go free. Refuse, or not take the demand seriously, and the figure will deem you unworthy. They will move within the blink of an eye, striking you with the sickle in the neck — let it be a mercy that they kill you quickly.
OFF THE BEATEN TRACK
WHEN: Over the next month.
WHERE: Milton / Milton Outskirts.
CONTENT WARNINGS: supernatural creature; trickster creature; themes of peril; possible character injury; possible dead body discoveries; potential cold injuries/hyperthermia risk; possible character death.
The weather will continue to prove difficult for all who try to navigate this world, but with the current footfall in and around Milton, it’s at least helped to keep paths and roads somewhat clear despite the snow’s best efforts to cover up these walkways. Still, it’s a pain to get around, especially on particularly snowy days. Unfortunately, it’s sometimes necessary to go out on such days — survival doesn’t stop for the weather to pass.
And so journeys must be made, hunting must be done, forageables must be collected. You try to keep to the paths and trails, where the terrain yields before you for an easier journey.
… Until you hear barking through the trees, the sound of paws through the snow. Given the recent wolf activity of the last month, it’s understandable to be on edge. However, it isn’t a wolf that comes into view: it’s a large dog, bigger than any dog you’ve seen before. Coated in thick and shaggy black fur, this animal doesn’t seem to be like the wolves that have been found so far in this world. While the wildlife has certainly been altered, this dog remains very much like anyone would expect a dog to act in terms of behaviour. It’s playful with some, certainly friendly, constantly trying to play chase with you as it loops around in circles with a wagging tail.
However, there’s an insistence with this dog. It wants you to follow it. It will bark incessantly, trying to pull you from the path to go after it into the woods. It wants to show you something, take you somewhere. It will even try to gently pull at a coat-sleeve or trouser-leg to coax your forwards before heading off, keeping just in sight for you to go after it.
You’ll find it increasingly difficult to keep up, even if you pick up the pace as you head further into the woods. There’s less snow here, but the forest floor is filled with holes and tree roots that will trip you up. Falls are likely. But even worse is when before you know it, the ground simply gives way beneath you, sending you tumbling into a small valley or getting you stuck deep into soft, muddy earth. With it, perhaps, twisted ankles or worse. Or perhaps simply battered and bruised and unable to climb out of trench of earth. Maybe you come face to face with the body of some other poor Interloper who'd met their own end in similar manner — trapped and injured in the ditch.
Or worse still, the dog might just have you stumbling over a cliff face and tumbling into the Basin. Whatever fate befalls you, it’s as if the dog simply led you into it. And said dog, however, will be nowhere to be seen. It will have left you stuck, hurt, lost in the woods.
You’re sure you can hear some dark chuckling on the wind. Maybe it’s just the trees.
FAQs
1. Arrival threads can be treated as game canon.
2. Items characters have brought from home can be found either strewn around them when they awaken, or in the community hall — as if someone left them out for them to collect. Methuselah will not know how they got there, and will be quite bemused by the happenings.
3. Reminder that all characters are now depowered upon arrival. They can choose not to notice it at first, or can immediately sense something is different about them.
4. If asked any personal questions, Methuselah will smile and say "Oh, you don't want to know about an old man like me. But I have lived all over in these parts for all my life." He will be more concerned with trying to help Newcomers, and is genuinely concerned for them and their well-being. Other Interlopers will say much of the same — there's little to know about him.
5. More information about Milton can be found here.
1. Characters will find that once they have confessed, they will pass out. When they awaken, they will find themselves lying or sitting on the floor — the being, chairs and chains have gone. They are free to leave.
2. Attempts to search the outbuildings at later dates will prove fruitless. There is no sign of the being, nor the chairs or chains that held characters, but there will be blood on the floor that can be found.
3. One character can confess, or both. Player choice! As long as someone's doing some confessing.
1. Gyests, sometimes called Ghests or Bargyests are evil creatures from Northumberland, UK folklore. They seek to lure travelers away from a known and safe road to their miry and marshy demise, or perhaps lead them to walk in the darkness of a Cheviot night over the edge of a precipice. Often taking the shape of horses, donkeys or large dogs, Gyests could also shape-shift to appear as men, or even stacks of hay. But always their intention was to trick humans, for their own amusement, and lure them to their doom.
2. Attempts to lure or trap the Gyest will not work.
I finally managed to tag in... anyway
He wasn't even questioning why he was surrounded by humans, nor why many of them gave him weird looks, the alien was more than used to that kind of things... and he was trying to figure out how to go back home. Wherever it was. It was Tom's turn to pick the movie for movie night, after all, and he didn't really want to miss the inevitable selection of action stuff. He did try tossing rings to teleport around, too, but his bag of trinkets seemed pretty much useless, like it never had any real power.
Well, he was going to figure out something later. Now he needed to warm himself as well and eat something (And possibly getting something to cover himself, his fur wasn't remotely enough to keep him warm.)- which meant.]
Oh, buddy, you should really leave something to the others, you know?
[Greetings, Saotome, have a short, blue and humanoid hedgehog snatch a rabbit piece from right in front of you.]
Looks like I'm not the only hungry one around here, huh? I can't say anything here smells as good as a chili dog or even as a meh burger, but I'll take a bite, thank you very much. [A pause] So... also not a local, huh? I mean, those clothes don't look so warm either.
Epic!
Don't get him wrong. He desperately wants to find a way home. This place, for lack of a better term, completely blows! But when there's a feast set out for all who arrives, well, who is he to argue with his stomach? He was just about to reach for the cooked rabbit when it got snatched up in front of him, like an eagle swooping up an unsuspecting rabbit!
... only if that eagle was blue, two-threeish feet tall, and prickly. Sonic might be relieved to find that the guy he's talking too doesn't really react to him much like undoubtedly others. Between ghost cats, cursed springs that make people turn into different things, and beastpeople, humanoid talking porcupines were far from the strangest entities he's encountered before.]
Hey, there's plenty to go around from what I've seen. Can't blame me for being a little gluttonous, can you?
[He's so tempted to try and swipe the rabbit piece from the blue blur... Buuuuut decided against it. For now.]
Food's food. Can't really be picky when you've got a hot meal on your plate in the middle of a frozen wasteland. It isn't like there's any fast food joints or anything here to get any of that junk. [... As far as he knows. There could be a winter McDonalds far beyond the town.
Ranma couldn't help but let a laugh slip out as he took another bite of his food.]
Better this than going out in nothing than gloves and sneakers. [He can't imagine that fur does any good with keeping warm in the winter.] That's right. Lemme guess, dropped in the middle of nowhere, face buried in snow, with zero memory or clue how you got here?
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He does appreciate someone looking at him like he's somewhat a normal sight, though. Let's ignore the fact Sonic is an alien that doesn't look like anything on his planet, shall we? Pieces of meat are shoved in his mouth as he wags his short tail, it's almost comical how even his hips seem to sway a little to the sides. Not a chili dog but this will do.]
Well, maybe, I don't really know. I mean, people do keep showing up after all. Who know how many of us are out there...
[Dramatic much? He's saying this as a joke, without even realizing he's... well, actually right. There are many new interlopers in town and food will get scarce once mat... Mathu... their host will leave.]
I dunno. I would still kill for something spicier. At least back home I just open the cabinet and take Maddie's stash of pepper flakes, here I just...
[A shrug. Really, if there's a Mc.Ronald anywhere he'll happily cross miles of snow for some real food.]
Hey- don't judge me, buddy. no one informed me I was supposed to put on my winter coat early this year. And do you know what most hedgehogs do anyway in winter? They hibernate.
[Not him, really, but Sonic managed to read enough books about the Earth animals he resembled to have a general knowledge of how they worked. And that he was widely different. Did you know hedgehogs purr when happy? Sonic never did such thing, no matter how content with his food or speed he was.]
Yeah... same story, really. Also stripped of my powers, so to speak. Can you believe I had to walk to get here? Psh... [Another shrug.] Dealt with worse before, sure, but this is hardly one of my top ten moments. What about you? Anything different with your persona as a whole?
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Definitely not how many that sign said a while ago. [800? 900? He can't remember what it said, he didn't pay much attention given the fact he was trying to not end up a human popsicle.] As far as I can see, apart from us, our "host" and other faces I've ran to, this place is pretty much a ghost town.
[sans all the ghosts. maybe. Either way, the biggest takeaway in all this is...]
... You're a hedgehog?
[Cause that's the main thing to focus on.
Also there's the comment about walking. Was this thing just lazy?]
Hah! I wouldn't even put this in my top fifty. [So far, nothing's bad happened, nor has anything tried setting off his curse yet. And he intends to keep it that way, assuming his curse didn't get taken away too. That'd be great.] Couldn't tell you if I wanted to, I feel the same as I ever do. I guess I was a lot slower when running here. Other than that, I haven't had a reason to punch anything or anyone yet to see.
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You found a sign? I could barely see in front of me and just followed the smoke I could see in the distance. And, yeah... it's kind of out of a horror movie, to be honest. Seriously, Everything seems mostly okay, like it has just been abandoned, but people said they only arrived a month ago?
Man, if this was a RPG we'd be so screwed, a real ghost town for sure, maybe some kind of trap. Seriously, if it was just one or two of us, this would so be a hero's origin story.
[Not his first time jumping between worlds, basically, but when he moved from his world to Earth it was just a move in space, not in time and not in some other universe so maybe... no, he doesn't remember activating a ring and he would remember crossing a portal. Not to mention, nothing seems to explain how so many people just fell there.]
Well, duh? The one and only Sonic the Hedgehog! You must have heard of me in television or something, right? i guess some people do refer to me as Sonic Wachowski, but..
[Shrugs. Wait. The last, large attack had been all over the news, right?]
Actually, ever heard of Dr.Robotnik? Just trying to see something here. And, I see... I'm not sure if I can spin dash, but since I was actually much slower myself.... wanna spar? I think we need to go outside for that, so maybe not immediately, but...
(TW: Minor gore mention)
... either that, or drown if he can't swim.]
I've dealt with harsh winters for a lot of my life, guess my eyesight's better adjusted for this. [He won't disagree on the horror movie front comment, even if he finds a lot of that crap boring. At any moment, someone could come out running with a chainsaw and a mask made of human skin ready to grind them to mulch for chili.] Apart from most of the other buildings being run down, this place isn't that creepy. And even if it is a trap, well... [He punched his fist in his palm with a confident smirk.] They've picked the wrong guy to mess with.
[Ranma's only recently experienced video games a few years back, and while he did usually stick to fighting games, he did dabble in some RPGs. The martial artist gave a teasing smirk as he leaned back in his seat.]
Well, every hero in those games usually has an animal sidekick or companion. You could fit that role pretty well.
[Did he just imply himself as a hero? Maybe.
Did he just imply Sonic's the sidekick? You bet.
Sonic... What a dumb name. Though to be fair, Ranma's heard dumber. It's harder to blink at names like that when you come across Amazon tribes where everyone's named after cosmetic products like Shampoo, or worse, be stuck with the unfortunate moniker of 'Pantyhose Taro'.
The martial artist tapped his chin in faux contemplation, opening his mouth with a big cheerful grin like he just had an epiphany.]
Nope! I have zero clue who you are. And the only doctor I know is a Dr. Tofu.
[Ranma's head perked up at the mention of a spar. It was honestly a nice change of pace to have one be offered and not just thrust upon him out of the blue. Stretching his arms behind his head with faint audible 'pops' in his arms, the raven-haired boy flashed a challenging look to the hedgehog.]
You're on! [He pumped his fist with a fire in his eyes.] Name's Ranma, by the way. Ranma Saotome.
Tw: minor cannibalism joke
He would so be one of the drowned animals, really...]
I live in Montana. It gets cold but it's never this insane level of cold. And... maybe? I know the reflection on the snow was getting, like, really annoying after a while. [Yikes. He may love chili, but he'd rather not eat human chili, okay? He may be an alien from outer space BUT it would still feel like cannibalism.] It's not creepy creepy, okay, but it's desert. And no one seems to actually 'belong' here, if that ain't the premise of a horror something I'm going to eat my shoes! [A grin, then, in the human's direction.] They picked TWO wrong guys to mess with.
[And then... a pause. A long, long pause as Sonic frowns in Ranma's direction. Animal... sidekick?]
Oh, no no, buddy, you got this completely wrong. If anyone is going to be a sidekick- well it isn't me. I'm the hero, boy. Saved the world twice, it's some kind of huge accomplishment!
[Humility is NOT one of Sonic's strong traits, nope. And he's NOT going to be anyone's sidekick. Seriously, if anything Tails and Knuckles are his own. Anyway, that seems to pass in the background ad he plops his fist on his palm. That's it!]
Oh my gosh! We are from different worlds! I mean, either you live in a place without television or radios or anything or you cannot be from Earth! No one doesn't know Robotnik! He tried to destroy the world. Well, enslave people? Anyway- there's no way one misses a giant robot invasion, right? Oh, boi...
[This is taking things to a whole new level! He's no longer just an alien hedgehog, he's an interdimensional alien hedgehog. How cool is that? He'll deal with the anxiety correlated to that little revelation later, he knows how to teleport through space, not... whatever happened there. It does explain, though, why he can no longer produce chaos energy or run as usual.]
And, nice to meet you, Ranma, person from another world. I am eager to see what you can do. Well, after we're done warming up a bit.
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It wouldn't be surprising if there were a Spring of Drowned Hedgehog there already tbh. Just about everything's drowned there.]
Nerima's relatively warm, only issue with the place is the rain sometimes. [And the nutjobs smashing through walls. But there's barely any reports on that.] If this is a trap, you'd think whoever kidnapped us would be here gloating about it, or at the least make themselves known. Guess they're just a coward unable to face us fairly.
[Do you hear that? It's the sound of Ranma rolling his eyes.]
Right, a hedgehog saved the world two times. [totally believable] What did ya' do, curl up in a little ball?
[Buddy, you're talking to the guy with the kamehameha move powered by his own pride and confidence. humility was out the door the moment these two stepped foot in this place.
That... actually makes some sense.] No, the Tendos do have a TV and a radio, and last time I checked, I've lived my whole life on Earth. And I'm fairly certain I'd hear about a giant robot uprising going on. So either you're messing with me, or the alternate world bullcrap is actually true.
[Because sure, why not? Ranma's life is already strange enough, let's throw alternate universes into the mix.
Ranma only gave a nod to the last statement and a thumbs-up, before biting into the last meaty goodness on his plate.]
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Did... no one put any kind of 'danger' sign in there?]
I guess that's.. kind of normal? [Been there, done that, Tom wasn't happy having to replace their huge TV last time Robotnik attacked.] Huh.. I mean, when you look at lame villains, yes, but the good ones keep their real motives hidden. They wait until you lower your guard and then make their theatrical move.
[In short, be more like Agent Stone and less like Robotnik, thank you very much. Anyway, It's time to defend his honor!]
I did! The second time I may have had a BIT of help from my weird kinda siblings and my parents, BUT I did! [He raises a fist up.] I can run at the speed of light! [Maybe? He's very fast and sometimes the world goes Slow-Mo for him, but being as fast as light itself is a big claim.] I can create Chaos Energy, I can go Super, I can kick any robo-villain's arse too! And yes! I curl into a ball and dash heroically against my enemies, like a blue devil, hiting them as hard as you can imagine! What can YOU do, huh?
[Oh. Oh, boy, they're going to be unbearable. It's a match made in both heaven and hell! At least they're around each other and not bothering others at the mo9ment?]
Yeah yeah, listen. I could also say that you're messing with me because there's no way you missed on Robotnik creating a giant robot, but if we come from other worlds that exoplains it! Can you imagine it? This is weirder than a Dr. What episode, they only traveled through time and space, we... this is wormhole-science-thingy!
[And maybe, if there are humans in other worlds- there are also other hedgehogs out there? When he brings the rabbit back to his mouth, he actualy chews on it slowly instead of swallowing it whole.]
Man... a multi-dimensional abandoned city in the snow where everyone is a wandered... we are in a video game...
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Well... The guide tries to tell people not to go near them. Unfortunately, in Ranma 1/2, everyone's a 'leap over a spring before thinking it could be cursed' kind of opportunist.]
Trust me, even the dumb ones are theatrical. I never want to hear anything spoken in Shakespearean vernacular ever again... [Because why use proper language when you need to stretch and extravagant your articulation?
Admittedly, he's still very skeptical of what Sonic was saying. Though, playing devil's advocate here, they are (apparently) from alternate universes. Maybe there's a super evil fox or whatever else eats hedgehogs that wants to decimate their planet. No wonder they call him Sonic if, apparently, he can run faster than the speed of light. Which...
... no, he's totally not going to be salty about since not even his female form's faster than that.
Totally. 'Chaos Energy'... Is that like battle aura? He's going to need to test that... Or well he would, IF THEIR POWERS WEREN'T NERFED!!!]
Oh, nothing much. Just simple martial arts here and there. Know about every single for of martial arts and combat you would and wouldn't know about. That sort of thing.
[A wishy-washy half-lie... Okay, he didn't lie really. But he's not about to explain any of what he can actually do if they ever fight for real. So no mentions of pride-fueled beams or being able to punch tornados.
Just give them a minute. Ranma has that special talent of making people want to tear off his head in a short timespan.]
Yeah, but... What kind of name is "Robotnik" anyway, especially for a guy who builds robots. That's like calling yours 'Swordsbob' and use swords for everything. [coming from 'chaotic horse', he probably isn't one to criticize people's names.]
I'm pretty sure if we were in some video game, everything'd be all blocky and made of squares.
[ranma's from around like 1994 and doesn't play a lot of video games, he only knows pixelated sprites]