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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.
Nie Huaisang | Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation/Mo Dao Zu Shi | Wilk
(cw: mention of dismemberment, reassembly of a corpse)
[Once the meeting with his peers at Lotus Pier has adjourned and the rest of his brother's dismembered remains have been assembled and returned to his keeping, Nie Huaisang's on his way once more. It's not easy to quell his rising bloodthirst or eagerness for his decade long journey to finally conclude so late in the game but he'd never have made it this far without discipline but reattaching his beloved elder sibling's head to his shoulders requires focus and a steady, patient hand.
It's tiring, all of Nie Huaisang's work has been tiring and once this task is done, he's ready to turn in for a good night's rest before taking another step forward. Judging from how incensed his peers had been at the meeting, it won't be long before it's all over and he can start rebuilding anew from the broken remains of his ruined life.
But once again, there's a setback, this time in the form of waking up in a place completely new to him. The guan Nie Huaisang typically wears is missing and so is the rest of his clothing but at least his dark hair is plenty thick and long enough to grant him some measure of cover. The birdsong is comforting though, soothing his nerves as it often down, and for a moment he wonders his own little darlings are faring at home without his attention.
The thought quickly evaporates when spiders seemingly erupt from the ground and starting skittering around to surround him.
No. Not here. Not now. Not after I've made it this far.
His survival instincts push him westward almost immediately , hurrying througn the trees as fast as his legs can talk him. Nie Huaisang might not use his cultivation for much but he'll certainly use it for this, tapping into his meager well of spiritual power to accelerate through the forest, dodging trees and passerby with skill but a comical lack of grace, all awkward turns and flailing limbs .]
A-Aaah! Ah! Spiders! Big ones!
[He screams nonsensically at anyone he happens to pass by in his flight.]
B. Every Day Like The One Before
[Upon reaching civilization, Nie Huaisang calms down a little though the scrutiny of some of the locals is enough to make him a little self-conscious. Without his loose robes to hide his physique from the world, his lack of muscles is pretty clear, along with a soft roundness to his mid-section and thighs. While not fat, it's apparent that he doesn't exercise much and probably doesn't eat the healthiest foods. The self-consciousness is enough to really make him want some clothes.]
Excuse me... Pardon me..
[The words come out in a timid mumble, his whole body flushed slightly pink.]
Do you know where I might find something I can cover up with?
[OOC: His curse mark is on the back of his neck, hidden underneath his hair. For the canon familiar, Huaisang's canon point between the meeting with Bicao and Sisi at Lotus Pier and the final confrontation at the temple. He's also novel canon rather than live action. If you want to plot, feel free to shoot me a PM or add me to Discord (Mimarin#7493).]
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But this is definitely not what he expected when he'd woken from his 'death'. Still, he does keep an eye on the other man. Bad form to let someone who might be useful die, after all.]
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I don't suppose you have any ideas on what to do about them besides flee?
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[So much for Nie Huaisang hope that he might find a potential bodyguard out here. He makes it a point not to travel anywhere too dangerous without people around to fight on his behalf, just in case. He doubts these spiders or any other wildlife out here is going to be susceptible to words or emotional manipulation.]
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[Nie Huaisang probably should know given who is clan is and who his brother was but he'd rather follow than lead in this situation.]
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But if not, we can try to find some form of civilization.
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[Though at this point, Nie Huaisang is starting to wonder if there are any people living out here at all.]
I guess we should just keep heading in this direction and hope for the best?
B
"What sorta thing ya want?"
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"Ah, a robe would suffice. It doesn't have to cover everything and if it's a bit see through, that's fine, too. Just not one of those backless things the locals are wearing."
After all the ogling he's been getting, Nie Huaisang will probably wear anything, even if it's gaudy or an unflattering color or pattern.
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"Not sure I can find ya a full robe, but that woman o'er there has a lotta sashes an' wraps." Sweeney points. It had been where he had gotten his cotton.
"Can't promise any fasteners." He switches his attention across the way.
"That fellow's got more tailored shit, but a lotta it runs on the sheer side. Got shit with backs though." Sweeney'd been listening, afterall.
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"I think I can work with that. Might take a couple of layers of fabric to get the job done and I can make my own buttons if I can't find any."
If he can't enough to put together a full outfit, at least, he might be able to put together some makeshift underwerar using a sash and wear something over it.
"I don't suppose you also know where I could borrow some needle and thread, do you?"
If Nie Huaisang can just get himself covered, he can work on footwear and something to tie his hair up with after that.
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"Course, from what I've seen so far, most folk will help ya out fer a smile an' a sweet word." Sweeney shrugs a shoulder.
"Just ain't in the practice of not tradin' in kind." Debts are complicated for faerie.
Every Day
But for now he is distracted by someone asking a question. Usually he isn't one to simply offer up any helpful information but when he looks to see whom might be trying to seek the wrong kind of assistance, he can't help but raise a slight eyebrow.]
Just as someone who looks like they belong here.
[Which is definitely not him...but it is still a helpful answer even if given in a not friendly way.]