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TEST DRIVE MEME 001
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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.
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.
Dr. Herbert West - Bride of ReAnimator CRAU
NO PLACE LIKE HOME
[ The last thing Herbert remembered was being jumped leaving the hospital. He was supposed to head home and continue his research but being murdered by the local drug dealers really put a damper on those plans. He should have left well enough alone, but Herbert knew death was never permanent in the city, so it was no shock when he awoke.
What was a shock, however, was waking up naked in the woods instead of the penthouse. Did the city even have woods? Pushing up, he felt a sense of horror at two things. One, his contacts were gone, and he was very naked. Both things that made his blood run cold. On the best of days, Herbert was uncomfortable in his own skin, but this was worse with his body bare. More so with the tattoo from a drunken night on display on his right arm. The scientist's curse mark of Diabel on his left arm in nearly the same spot on his upper bicep.
Still, he knew staying in the woods was a terrible idea. Standing, he moved quietly along as best he could with extremely blurry vision.
Stomping one or two of the spiders, when he realized they were close to him, turned out to be the worst idea. A blob of red dropping nearby, his instincts kicked into high gear. An almost girly shriek coming from the doctor as he started to run as quickly as his short legs could take him. ]
EVERY DAY LIKE THE ONE BEFORE
[ How Herbert even made it to town, who knew? Maybe pure stubbornness. He looked as annoyed as a wet cat. His black hair messy, and a killer headache from his lack of glasses. This was a moment he was glad he had whined himself off of his reagent. Withdrawal would have been so much worse on top of this.
A few moments spared in his indigence to inquire with the guards where one could get a pair of spectacles nearby. Being allowed inside, he made his way silently through the streets, a little put off by all the revealed skin, and the clothing options. This wasn't the city at all. Where the hell was he?
It was only once he saw a yard with some clothes drying. Nearly everything looked too big, well aside one item... Beggars couldn't be choosers, and thieves even less so. Snatching the long tunic dress and tugging it on quickly as he exited the yard. He almost hated how well it fit, but at least he was covered.
Even if being covered hid his mark and might have gotten him some odd looks. He didn't care, he was giving plenty of judging looks himself as he watched the festivities.]
ROOM AND BOARD
[ When the night was finally winding down, and the kind soul who lead him to the boarding house had left, Herbert found himself a room. If there was a roommate or not, didn't matter. All that mattered at the moment was sitting down and trying to get his head to stop throbbing. First thing in the morning he would go out and find that glassblower, and find a means to pay them. Nothing in life was free, and he certainly didn't have his bank account here.]
WILDCARD
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every day like the one before.
so his clothes are still pretty stupid: short shorts, a drape he's wearing more like a shawl, and a pair of round dark glasses even though it's not bright out at all.
he does arch an eyebrow though, at the fully-attired man, because he well knows by now that if someone's dressed like that, they did some stealing.
and that expression... boy, are all his bullying instincts kicking in. ]
Y'look like someone shoved an entire lemon up y'ass, y'gonna be alright over there?
This is brilliant, omg.
Hearing the voice, the doctor looked back. Seeing the blurry image of the other, he could tell first off that he had on sunglasses, or some trippy eyes that he needed to study once he could see properly again. But that lemon look did not ease up. Not bothered by the dress of others, it was only himself he cared about being dressed.]
Charming. [ He grumbled, unamused. Used to bullies enough to not even be bothered by it.] I'll sadly live. [ While he might normally turn and storm off, those frames had his attention and attempt to force his eyes to focus.] Are your lenses prescription?
i live to serve 🙏
though, to be fair, herbert has done MUCH worse crimes than him. it's just dirk doesn't know that. (yet?) ]
If y'died from somethin' that small up there I'd be concerned.
[ and like, is bullying nice? no. is it fun? yes. he crosses his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow. he's coming to the conclusion that this dude is struggling worse in the sight department than he was earlier.
which, there we go: he was right, because the question comes. ]
Nah. Lil' lady from 'round here felt bad f'me squintin' like a naked mole rat in the sun. Let 'er put some wax on me for her fancy ritual shit, got a pair of dainty shades. Reciprocity.
💚
Hopefully, no one knows Herbert's crimes for awhile. ]
It takes less than an inch of water to drown, or a pound of pressure to pierce human flesh. People die in stupid ways all the time.
[ Come on, like he wasn't going to say something about death when it comes up naturally.
He sighed when Dirk gave his explanation. He was so not even ready to humor playing along with the wax kinks. Even if it might help. That stubbornness would wear down after the migraine gets worse.]
So, I see. [ He still looked off that direction as if he was pondering it or could see more than rough outlines and colors. ]
no subject
[ it's a little strange how his tone and accent change as he keeps talking, like he's smoothing himself out, going from 'rude but generally a dumb hick' to 'sharply intelligent and eyeing you like a sack of meat.' there's not much inflection when he talks like this. also, what a weird thing to say. curious. what's up with this dude.
he shrugs, though. ]
It's the best way to get anything around here until all the new folks get their bearings. Play along so you're not dragging an entire community down against you day one. Anything else can be done later. How bad is it?
[ a beat. ]
Your sight, I mean.
no subject
A sigh rolled from Herbert as he looked back towards the direction. It was only then that he spoke up again. ]
As much as I hate to bow to such ideas, you do raise a fine point. Pride before the fall and all of that. [ Only a second spared before adding the answer to the clarified question. Crossing his arms over his chest. ] Quite bad, hindering and debilitating even.
[ The migraine wasn't helping at all. It was part of his moodiness, the rest was just his nature.]