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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.
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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.
Jesse Pinkman | Breaking Bad
Oh fffffffuuuuuuck -
[ Jesse doesn't even get a chance to get his bearings. One minute he's blinking himself blearily awake, unsure of where he is or what's happening. It's dark, cold, and that's about all he gets as he slowly pushes himself up on his elbows and looks around, squinting.
The next minute, the ground erupts in a wave and his eyes go wide with alarm and then horror. He's moving before he even knows he's doing it, running full pelt through the woods, yelling at the top of his lungs. His dick, never limper than it is right now, slaps his thighs as he crashes through branches and undergrowth, but Jesse barely registers that. He's got bigger problems right now. Big, ugly problems with eight freakin' legs. ]
Ohshitohshitohshit -
[ At least he's making himself known. Hopefully it's enough warning for whoever's in his path to leap out of the way before he smacks right into them. ]
it's a quiet village
[ By some miracle, either by luck or because he'd run into someone who had steered him in the right direction, Jesse manages to find his way to the town gate. He's calmed down from his spider freak-out, and sobered significantly as everything starts to catch up with him. For the moment, at least, shit's just kinda happening. He drifts through the crowd, following along with the flow wherever it leads, completely blase about both his own nudity and that of those around him. He doesn't even take the opportunity to gawk at all the exposed tits and asses the locals seem happy to show off.
The truth is, he looks like shit, and feels even worse. He's skinny, too skinny, with badly healed scars and some fresher wounds on his chest and back. The last thing he can remember that makes any sort of sense was jumping into a car and flooring it, laughing through disbelieving, bewildered tears as he left his captors behind. Then he'd woken up in the forest, and...
It's no surprise when he bumps into someone, lost in thought as he is. He blinks, backing up, holding his hands up in apology or maybe switching gears and leaning forward to offer a helping hand if his unlucky victim happened to end up on the ground. ]
Shit - sorry, sorry, you okay?
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[ Eventually, he makes his way to the boarding house, and by this time he's even got clothes on. The outfit is one he wouldn't have been caught dead wearing back in his old life, but here, he'd simply accepted the first thing offered and put it on without protest. It doesn't matter, does it? This is probably all some fever dream anyway. Probably he got shot after all, or is dying of some infection by the side of the road.
But one thing feels very real, and that's his hunger. His stomach growls audibly as he stares at the food the locals had cooked up, but even so, he can't quite bring himself to step forward and help himself to a plate. Anything good is a trap. He knows that much by now.
He's so hungry, though. ]
Is that - [ He speaks to the person next to him without looking at them, gaze still fixed on the food, barely moving his mouth. ] It's - it's for us?
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Yeah, fine, [ she offers, giving a dismissive wave. On her end, she's wearing a black see-through slip that leaves literally nothing to the imagination beneath. ]
I get it. A lot to take in, huh? Gothic kink community was definitely not on my list of 'things I thought I'd wake up to today.'
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It's better than nothing, though. And better than her slip, which if anything almost seems to accentuate the curves and skin underneath. He smiles - small, but there - at the lighthearted way she brushes off his clumsiness, and ducks his head, politely averting his eyes. ]
Yeah, for real.
[ It's still, somehow, better than what he'd left behind. He looks around at the village, trying fruitlessly to take in the overall picture without his eyes lighting on anyone's naked bodies. ]
I thought maybe it was a dream or somethin', but it just keeps going.
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Granted, it might be too soon to say. Rose has always been an idealist though. It's how she got herself into the mess that meant her end in the first place. Anyway. She doesn't want to think about that. Instead, she wants to keep talking to the cute guy in front of her who is doing his best to be polite considering their varying states of undress. ]
It does. Usually my sex dreams are a little less vivid too but, y'know, I'm not complaining yet. [ Just a joke. She makes a lot of those, he'll fine, to try and keep things light. ]
And if this is just the welcoming... Makes me wonder what else can happen from here.
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He sobers up fast, at any rate, raising his eyes to meet her own. Honestly, he hasn't though much yet about what might happen next. Just surviving today is more than enough of a challenge for him. ]
Yeah?
What do you mean?
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Quiet Village
Ow.
[He did a quick, automatic check of his body's condition before looking up at who had run into him. Look, he'd broken bones through very simple actions before, he couldn't take anything for granted. Legs: feeling sore but that was normal. Chest and ribs: Eh, they'd survive. Hand: Ouch, that had been stepped on. He lifted up his right and shook it, trying to get the pain to disintegrate faster.
Ivar had managed to find a pair of pants, thank the gods, though all he could find for a top was a tight leather vest. Oh well. Beggars couldn't be choosers. He swatted away the proffered hand to help him up. It was wasted on someone who couldn't walk anyway. He shifted himself into a sitting position and looked up at who had run into him.]
I'll live.
[He said dryly in response. Pain had been a constant companion his whole life. a little more or less wasn't going to disrupt his whole day.]
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Sorry, man.
[ He really is. And he also can't bring himself to just walk away, even if the guy is making no move to get up. Instead he keeps hovering awkwardly above him, not sure what to do next. ]
You...you sure you're okay?
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You didn't do that much damage. I couldn't walk even before you bumped into me.
[Look, it was either use sarcasm as a defense mechanism or feel sorry all the time for his lot in life. Ivar chose the former so as not to go crazy with rage.]
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[ That makes sense, sort of. At least, it explains what he's doing on the ground, why he hadn't accepted Jesse's offer of a hand up.
But he hasn't met many disabled people in his life, especially any close to his own age. So if anything, he's even more awkward than before. ]
You need...like, help, or anything? Maybe I can find you a wheelchair or something?
[ But even as he says it, he sounds doubtful. Whatever this place is, it feels more like a medieval village than anything else. No technology, nothing modern. He can't exactly imagine someone rolling a wheelchair out for this guy to use. ]
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cw: infanticide, mercy killing mentions
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quiet village
all the nudity around her doesn't phase her in the slightest. jinx lived in the slumps where her people had to check mold in their food before munching, rats would nibble at their toes if you didn't feed them, and creaky leaking pipes was basically music. not to mention, the city had it's own brothel right smack in the middle of everything. and if someone lived really the unlucky life, they had to go to lakes or use a water hose just to get clean. )
( so the teen doesn't fall over at the bump, only stumbles, then snap a glare at jesse's direction. it's good that he saw the error of his ways quickly, though. as he should, as far as jinx is concerned. but at the question, the blue twin-braided girl smirks wickedly with a light cock of her head. )
Gee, I dunno. I think my arm might be broken.
( it's... not at all broken. ) — Looks like you're in debt to me.
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I said sorry. Don't be a dick about it.
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Hmmm... alright! I guess I'll let ya off the hook for now.
( her smile relaxes, but not by much. it still has that mischievous curl to it. )
— Sides, you look like somethin' chewed you up, spit you out, then chewed you up again. And I gotta give you props for that, 'cuz I never feel sorry for anyone that lasts longer than two seconds.
( isn't she a delight?)
I beeeeet there's some water around if we look hard enough. Wanna go huntin' with me?
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He's too fucking tired for any of this shit. ]
Nah, I'm good.
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home sweet boarding house
He ventures out carefully, still using the makeshift branch-slash-crutch he'd liberated from the forest, still dressed in the loose poncho/shirt and trousers that, for some reason, lace up at the sides. It's easy to find the kitchen, since that's where all the noise and the smell of stew is coming from.
Inside, it's busy with townsfolk and newcomers alike. House picks up a plate off the stack and hobbles with it to where it looks like a line is forming, feeling uncomfortably as though he's in a soup kitchen and about to be lectured on Christian values and given a cot for the night. To complete that picture, the guy in front of him looks and smells like he's spent a while sleeping under a bridge, or maybe next to a highway.
Not that House is really in any better state but -- he can tell a junkie when he sees one. Takes one to know one, after all. He leans in conspiratorially. ]
Pretty sure, yeah. Of course, they could be about to go all Jim Jones on us. Are you willing to take that chance?
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Hence his wariness about something as simple as a free meal cooked by people who, despite their weird lack of hangups around sex, do seem to want to help. House's answer isn't exactly reassuring. Pretty sure is great until it isn't, and there are only so many chances he's willing to take.
For the moment, though, he just squints at the stranger, frowning as he tries to parse the metaphor. ]
Like the sandwich place?
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Like a sandwich place that really, really doesn't want repeat customers.
[ He eyeballs the new guy, more interested in him than the activity going on ahead of them in the queue. The food looks appropriately simple, lots of dark bread and borscht, and House isn't entirely excited about finding out how well it sits with his Vicodin withdrawal crash diet, so he's happy to delay things. ]
Though these guys are probably just trying to keep us happy. You know, get us onboard for the cause. I'm starting to think they're a cult. Ever been in a cult? I hear the chanting is fun.
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[ He still doesn't quite get it, but the implication is clear. Jesse shoots the huge pots of soup and loaves of bread a wary look, and doesn't move to get any closer and help himself. ]
Yeah, sounds like a fuckin' blast.
[ His tone is sour. It's not the first time the idea of a cult has crossed his mind, and he's not thrilled about the possibility. Plus, he's hungry and it looks like it might be safer to skip dinner. His stomach growls audibly, and he bites his lip, tryging to ignore it. The hunger'll pass. It always does. ]
If they're in a cult, maybe they're tryin' to drug us. Like roofies or something, y'know? Get us all, I dunno, indoctrinated or whatever.
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cw abuse, murder, ptsd
quiet village
She doesn't move. She regards him in turn - marking scars dispassionately, and how some of them look like they came from knives.
Funny, that. ]
You should watch where you're going.
[ There's not much emotion in her tone. She's wearing clothes now, far more modest than most in the crowd. Possibly because she stole them. ]
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[ It's all he can think to say. The woman in front of him doesn't yell at him. She doesn't even look mad. But there's something unsettling about the flat way she looks at him, as if cataloging him. As if memorizing him. Jesse shifts uncomfortably, tugging at his own too-skimpy outfit in a vain attempt to cover more of himself up. ]
Sorry, yeah, I - I will.
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Maybe. ]
Did you wake up in the woods?
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[ It doesn't occur to him to lie to her. What good would it do, anyway? He shifts from one foot to the other, restless under her intense gaze. ]
It sounds like everyone did. 'Cept the people who live here.
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Spiders
He had only screamed once when he first took off running. Any worry of his nakedness was forgotten in the face of those blurry spiders when he took off running. Who cared about branches on the ground, stones, or a flaccid dick? Not with those spiders.
The doctor hadn't noticed the other man, not until they collided and Herbert fell backwards. Not his most graceful, and something he will deny in the future. Indignant as ever.]
What where you're going! [ As if he had any right to complain when he could hardly make the man out. Pushing himself quickly to his feet, as he had snapped at Jesse.]
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Fuckin' move!
[ They can sort blame out later. For the moment, they're both back on their feet, and Jesse doesn't hesitate before taking off again, at whatever random direction seems to offer the clearest path away from the spiders at the moment. ]
Oh no, I just noticed my typo.
[ He half growled while quickly pushing himself back to his feet. While Herbert wanted to bitch more at being knocked over, that terrified look and the reminder of what was after them got the short scientist back on his feet and legging it after Jesse.
Who knew if this guy knew where he was going, but anywhere was better than the spiders. Even if they might be going the wrong way, it was better than staying there. ]
it happens!
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home sweet boarding house!
an uncertain pup has come on over to sniff for delicious findings, especially on an empty stomach. with a few moments of pinned observation, she captures the gist of the picture and the younger man nearly drooling from the corners of his lips. poor thing— ]
It is. [ the woman takes her plate of neatly organized portions of food almost to the point that her dish looks like art. food porn! oh if she's going to prepare anything already done, she's going to make it appealing to herself, first! with her strange eyes back to jesse, and a smile that seems to perfect, she asks: ] Aren't you hungry?