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TEST DRIVE MEME 001
⚰︎ ⍢ ⌲ ⍚ TEST DRIVE MEME:
CONTENT WARNINGS for this game include: monsters, body horror, dub-con, non-con, religion, blood/violence, and marking/branding, loss of autonomy/self, and mental influences.
This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
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Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
FAQ ✧ SETTING ✧ CALENDAR ✧ RESERVES ✧ APPLICATIONS
This log additionally has warnings for: nudity, spiders, waxplay, character death, and references to children in proximity to sexual situations.
Welcome to RUBILYKSKOYE — a dark, horror-smut game where player choices will drive a mod-run storyline about the world and its NPCs. For the first round, this test drive serves as characters' arrival into game.
THESE THREADS CAN BE GAME CANON if both players are accepted into the game and agree to it. However, if players who'd prefer to start fresh are welcome to reuse these prompts in their own personal logs upon acceptance into the communities.
If you have QUESTIONS about the test drive prompts, please ask HERE. Questions about the game itself or the general setting should be directed to the FAQ.
AWAKENING IN PAJAK WOOD
The chirping of partridges in the treetops rouses you. Light barely filters through the canopy, just enough to suggest warmth of the sun. By the time it reaches the forest floor, the daylight has taken on a sickly green tinge. You lie amongst the mosses and ferns, the soil cold and just a little damp on your bare skin. Wherever you were before this moment, whatever you were doing or wearing, when you awaken in this forest, you find yourself naked and helpless as the day you were born.Fortunately, you seem to be alone. The birdsong continues as you sit up and get your bearings — aside from a brief wave of disoriented nausea, you seem to be no worse for wear than you last remember. Amongst gnarled oaks and moss, you see nothing around. No sign of civilization or sentient life. Movement flickers at the corner of your eye, but it's just a curious animal — brave squirrels or lizards who have come to see what stirs in their home.
Then, like the rippling of the horizon at noontime, the ash-gray soil around you undulates. Sea, not earth. Something else has come to greet you — their grey bodies blended in so easily with the floor, but as you stagger to your feet, you see them. Thousands of spiders roll like waves underfoot. They crawl towards you from the darker edge of the forest.
attack
Individuals who attack the spiders will find the small spiders are easy to kill, but the pheromones released by their corpses draw larger spiders in their place. Huge, blood-red spiders the size of hunting dogs drop from the treetops. In addition to their venomous bite, which contains a fast-acting paralytic, these creatures are clever: they will attempt to use their webbing to handicap any trespassers, binding limbs together or to trees. If you're unfortunate to become fully cocooned, you don't have long before this forest will be the last thing you see.
hunt
Any aspiring monster-hunters enterprising enough to try to follow the spiders to their nest will move eastward. This way, the forest grows darker and darker — though the sun never grows warm red-gold with sunset.
In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Soon, you cannot move at all.
Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.
In the void, the birdsong is replaced by the click of mandibles and the skitter of many legs, but soon it is impossible to see. Even with the brightest magical light does not reach further than a few inches. The air grows heavy and thick, as if it were not air at all but some more solid mass. Almost like liquid-smoke, it presses down upon you. Slowing your movements. Soon, you cannot move at all.
Turn back while you still can — collapsing out here is dangerous. The void can play tricks on your senses. You may find yourself reliving unhappy memories or hallucinating your worst nightmares.
But flee the spiders westward and you will discover that the wood is well-populated with the survival resources that someone might seek — berries bushes and trees bearing stone fruits; sticks and dry leaves to aid in the building of a fire; rocks big enough to fashion into crude weapons; small animals that can be hunted or caught; hike long enough, and you might just find the freshwater stream that runs north-to-south, populated by both poisonous toads and delicious crawdads.
What's more, you may run into others with stories just like yours. Some may have already formed clumsy nudist hiking parties, others may still be naked and confused and processing how they have no memory of how they got here. They all stagger vaguely, as you do, with only the sun for a waymarker — and even that won't last long.
Now is a good time to overcome any hang-ups you have about modesty, as it's going to be a long hike. If you sneak a good look at your new companions, you may four varietals of marks on their bodies. Maybe someone will even point out that you have one, too.
EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE
Hike far enough — or long enough that the sun does go down — and signs of life come into view. The glow of fires and lights, the smooth curve of a stone wall. A town sits at the edge of this wood, a reward to the survivors.The fifty-foot wall of beige stone protecting the town's perimeter has only a single entrance — an iron gate positioned on the southern edge. When you arrive, the gate is already open, welcoming people into town from the winding dirt road. Attentive eyes may note that the road itself bears the mark of many wagon wheels and horse hoofs, but not cars.
guards
The guards grant entry to anyone who attempts a conversation with them. However, if your character is more likely to attempt to sneak in, overcome the guards, or attack them, please reach out HERE.
Inside the wall lies a quaint, historic town with a population around five thousand. The streets are cobbled, and their signs are lit by gas lamp. Wooden shutters protect otherwise open-air windows on the buildings, which are all under three stories with gabled roofs. A number of businesses hug the main street — a clockmaker, a cobbler, a bank — while residential homes sprawl outwards towards the wall. At the far end of the main street, visible about a mile to the north now that the trees and the enormous wall is out of the way, sits a castle with three towers.
No matter what time you pass through the gate, the streets are full of people. The climate of the bustle befits a night market or a busy friday downtown — plenty of people to ogle at your exposed body. But despite any efforts on your part to hide or make excuses, the locals don't seem offended by your nakedness. Even families with children don't gawk or look twice. In fact, the further into town you go, the more you may notice that they all wear revealing clothing that, to your sensibilities, may seem sexually suggestive. Some individuals openly expose their breasts and nipples, while some others may incidentally reveal when they turn around to tend to their errands that their dress is backless — entirely! If anything, they seem to be under the impression that you're naked to participate in the evening's events with the rest of them.
Those still determined to find proper clothing will find that modern clothing stores aren't a thing here. The closest this town has is a tailor's shop, which is closed for religious observance, and a stand in the central marketplace selling scarves and blankets.
Fortunately, the people of the town are very generous! The locals will gladly share what they have with those who ask politely — but those items are as revealing as what they're wearing. You might get a mesh bodysuit or drape outfit. Remember not to be ungracious! it's only appropriate for the occasion.
steal clothing
Anyone unwilling to ask nicely for help could break into someone's house or yard to steal some of their clean laundry. Notably, inside their homes, the people of the town also appear to own some more modest apparel. Be sure to alert us HERE if your character pursues this option.
And what is the occasion? The locals are excited and flattered by any interest in their ordinary weekly prayer: the folks dancing and selling their wares are all offering their energies to give thanks and ask for their god's patronage! The abstractions are all familiar — fertility, harvest, peace. Smalltalk makes them eager to chat and draw you into those festivities — including some ceremonial wax-dripping on the exposed parts of your body!
Anyone who chats at length with the townspeople will gather that the locals feel it's better for the newcomers to dive into the deep-end because, since you'll be settling in here, they expect you'll want to participate down the line. They seem to be under the impression that the new arrivals are a boon from their god.
In addition, many of the locals' choice of clothes reveal the same four types of marks on their bodies as the folx who were wandering out in the wood!
ROOM AND BOARD
Once you're tired out, the locals will help you find a place to stay. The boarding house is several stories tall and spacious, accessible through an embellished iron garden gate and obscured by hanging plants, trees, and vines. 
Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage.
The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!
Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
Beyond the overgrown yard is a bright red door, which opens into a spacious cottage. The house has clearly been empty for some time — dust has gathered on various furnishings — bedding, sofas, curtains, wooden tables. According to the locals, it has remained empty since its last occupant passed away, and that's all they'll say about that!
Each floor of the house has a shared sitting room, but only the first floor has a kitchen — large enough to support feeding the entire household. Here, a few of the townspeople will help out — they stock the kitchen and help make dinner for the new arrivals.
finding roommates
Don't spend too much time in the dining room going for seconds, though. You'll want to claim a bedroom quickly because each one only has two full-size beds, and there aren't enough spaces for everyone. The last people upstairs will need to double up to squeeze in. Roommates will not be mod-assigned; players should coordinate directly with one another to determine their living arrangements.
Get a good night's rest. By the light of day, locals will help get the new arrivals set up on the coal stove with breakfast. You may notice they're dressed in a way you would almost call normal — at least, in a manner befitting 19th century Eastern Europe. As you find your way around town to get your bearings, folks are eager to help you find a place to apply your skills so you can contribute to your new home.
Sky / Fate: The Winx Saga / Wilk
[It was a day that went from bad to worse and Sky didn't think that those existed anymore now that Bloom was gone. The last thing he recalled was polishing off the last bit of his bottle of tequila, and the next thing he's lying naked as the day he was born in the middle of some dark ass wood with none of his weapons, alone.
At least the forest wasn't silent. That would be bad news. After a moment of delirium, Sky gets up and attempts to find his bearings. That's when he catches movement. Spiders. By all that is holy, that is a lot of fucking spiders. With a yelp more suited to someone who'd not spent his life training to be a protector of the realm, Sky takes off in the opposite direction, doing his best to shake the little buggers from his legs and arms. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Having lost his bearings again, Sky's rather stoked to find a stream with signs of life in it. Carefully, he bends over the water to see if he can nab a few of the crawdads, that's when he hears the branch crack. His Irish brogue (though not from anywhere near Ireland) sounds out short and quick.]
Come any closer and I'll have you on the ground right quick.
○ every day like the one before
A. [Coming into town naked was only slightly odd for Sky. Back where he is from, Solaria, they might have assumed he'd had his clothes burned off by an enemy, or a fairy with really bad aim. Still, shit happens. Here, he has no idea what's going on, but the further he gets into the town, he realizes that no one seems to be paying any nevermind to him. In fact, they seem rather welcoming.
The fact is, they're showing off more skin than he's seen on some of his favorite late night skinamax shows. Not sure what protocol is for such things, he wanders over to a nice looking older gentleman and mentions that he found himself without clothes. When the man offers him a pair of loosely fitting cotton pants with the sides cut free, Sky finds himself thanking the man profusely. At least the basic are covered.
Moving along with the crowds, Sky finds himself in the middle of a dancing throng. A festivity for their weekly prayer. Moving from one person to another, it's obvious that he's not used to this particular kind of dance and ends up with two left feet than only seem to know how to step all over toes.]
I'm sorry, so fucking sorry. This shit. I can't. I just got here and have no idea what the hell I'm doing.
B. [Finally extracting himself from the earlier revelry, Sky finds himself at another area of the festivities. Standing there clad in only the loose pants he received earlier, he watches as patronages of the people's faith drip wax on one another. Until now he hasn't thought about asking for alcohol, but this might be the best time to try and find some. What the hell kind of fucking religion was this?
He's never been a prude, and has enjoyed sex very much with his girlfriends, but this went a step beyond that. He stood on the outskirts, until several people began to push him towards the wax enthusiasts. ]
Um, excuse me. I'm not so sure that I'm ready for this yet. I know I have a lot of skin for it, but please, I mean. I'm new and --
(ooc: feel free to have your character save him, or talk him into some wax fun)
○ gimme eats and sleeps
[More than happy to have someone escort him from the house of wax to where he'll hopefully be catching more than forty winks and some eats, Sky follows along at a fast clip. What he finds at the end is a little less than he's used to back at Alfea, but not everything can be an expensive college for the elite fairies and specialists of a nation. The young man can't complain though, not when there's a kitchen and room filled with food for everyone. Helping himself, he shoves his face full. A growing young male on the verge of manhood can go through some food.
From there he stomps his way upstairs to realize that the majority of the beds are full. There's a tiny bunk that doesn't even look like it would fit half of his over six foot frame in it. He glances around and notices that people are sharing. This... is not ideal. ]
Fuckitall. Does anyone have room for one more? I don't snore, and I promise to try not to elbow anyone in the middle of the night?
○ wildcard
Anything else you'd like to write, shopping around town? Finding Sky a job to settle into, a place to apply his warrior type skills as a specialist?
[[ooc: Sky's mark is on his right upper chest. We are more than happy to match styles, if there are any questions feel free to PM us here. For the record, while I work on his profile, Sky is 19 (legal), and a specialist (warrior), skilled in swords and hand to hand combat. ]]
awakening
[It's a lie, of course. Those of his ilk tend to have sturdier bodies and constitutions. Even Nie Huaisang did bruise, he'd probably heal quicker from it than most humans with a bit of focus and regulation of spiritual energy on his part.]
I'm no threat to you, just looking to clean myself up a little. And maybe get a drink of water.
[And to be fair, Nie Huaisang certainly doesn't look like a threat. With his hands raised in a universal, 'I come in peace' gesture and his submissive body language, he seems like someone who could probably be overpowered fairly easily.]
awakening
[In the end, she decided to step to the side and lean back against a tree instead of coming closer. She was certain he meant that as a threat of physical violence, but she wasn't in the mood to cross blades, so to speak, with someone built like Naberius at the moment. So she waited for this man's hackles to settle, crossing her arms and enjoying the view. While her tastes tended to run toward women, she could and did appreciate a toned man.
When he finally looked at her, he'd find that her right arm was skeletal in nature, the bone golden in color. Ianthe had also created herself a bikini of sorts... from bone. It was more functional than fashionable and did its job of covering her skinny body well enough.]