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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.
dimitri alexandre blaiddyd ♔ fe:3h (azure moon, mid-timeskip) ♔ skala
♔ crime time. (cw: blood)
♔ room and board - dining hall only.
♔ plot with me/wildcard. (cw: violent thoughts)
room and board
when she realizes that he's also trying to take it, she meets his gaze.
then she lets the plate go and instead swipes the roll off the top of it, taking a quick bite from it so she can assure that he won't try to take it back from her. ]
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Once the plate is dropped from her grasp, he thinks maybe he's won but- Ah. He sees how this is going to be.
Does she think he has shame? After he does try to swipe that roll back still, she probably won't. He's eaten worse than food that someone else has already taken bites out of; all things considered, she looks cleaner than most of the corpses causes by his hand that he looted food off of.
Part of him hopes she bites him, too, since then he'll have an excuse to retaliate. ]
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she grabs the knife and holds it towards him, jaw set, as she takes another bite from the roll. she isn't above stabbing a man over some bread. ]
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Looking to butter that bread with blood? [ he snaps, still more bark than bite.
For now. ]
(cw: light cannibalism ig?)
[ it wouldn't be the first time human blood had gotten in her food. it had never stopped her from eating it. (the clan would have been disgusted. hygiene keeps them well, alive, safe.) ]
Rather not.
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You eat like you may not again, [ he notes with a hint of familiarity in the feeling. ]
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[ she sets the knife down, continues eating. she doesn't particularly want to swap traumas, but— ]
We have nothing here. Know no one. These people are kind today, but what about tomorrow?
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Or at least their goodwill could be finished. Smart to not expect things to last.
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Where do you come from?
[ what kind of life has he had, that he understands hers so well? ]
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He knows well enough now to know that it doesn't though. ]
A land of pious knights and corrupt nobility, of which I was once both.
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[ knights and nobility are both things of times long past, etched into the ruins of a dead civilization that the wilds sits atop. as far as she can tell, they were never even real, just stories that people told to one another. she has seen crackling footage of old videos projected on flickering screens with barely any power remaining, surging to life when something is reconnected for her to test it in a ruin. ]
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Not a very interesting one. Just a pack of rats fighting each other for the right to hold onto their antiquated beliefs of how things should be.
room and board
The sudden theft snaps him out of it though, and without thinking he lets out an annoyed, “Hey!”
Back home it was a regular occurrence for guys much larger than him to harass and hurt him, and while most of the time his tactic was to just suffer through it until they got bored, it was his tendency to occasionally sass back that often made things worse for him.
Today he’s feeling especially prickly from all the fear and humiliation he’s felt packed into such a short time, so his judgment is once again overridden by his emotions.
“There’s plenty of food. Give that back,” he delivers in an icy tone one might not expect from someone who outwardly looks so meek.
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"If there's plenty of food, then you be the one to get more." Dimitri knows that's cruel but doesn't care. Junpei isn't the only one with his emotions running high and nerves feeling raw. "Unless you think you can take it from me?"
He'd like to see this puny excuse of a man try.
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He hasn’t had any chance yet to use his shikigami against another human, simply practicing it under Mahito’s direction in the sewers when they get together. In truth, as much bitterness towards humanity as he contained, it was still hard to make that final step into hurting others. No matter how cruel they had been. Had he not been pulled here that time would come, but this Junpei has not yet made the choice to kill.
As such, while the otherworldly form of the curse jellyfish is manifesting behind him purely from his frustration, it vanishes in an instant as he pushes the strong emotions back down.
Instead, he turns to his words again.
“Why, so you can steal that too?”he responds firmly, “I’m not leaving until you give it back to me.”
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"Or else we'll both be here for a while."
awakening
The Doctor is not the type to rage at the heavens, but stalking purposefully through the woods helps very slightly. To walk is to have a modicum of control, and he'll grab that control with both hands.
It's the sound of battle that snaps Dottore out of his head, and he follows it hungrily. A large stick will do nicely in the absence of a real weapon.
Coming upon the spiders, the Doctor pays Dimitri almost no mind, instead driving the jagged end of the stick through the head of the nearest spider. Ichor sprays onto his face and he just grins. His teeth are jagged, his eyes are wild, and his anger and frustration finally have an outlet.
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It hisses at him but it's cut short by the drive of his own makeshift weapon against him. A smidge of gore gets on his cheek but he doesn't slow any. A flash of his crest and the beast is practically flattened for his strength but he persists. More coats him with each push and slam of that log against the spider's carcass; eventually, his chest is heaving from the effort as he slows and stops to look at this newcomer.
"This will only bring more, I hope you know." And he hopes that the other man is ready as Dimitri is.
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There's no time for an answer in the positive or negative, because a skittering of legs over the leaves heralds a new wave of spiders to slaughter. Polearms aren't the Doctor's specialty but stabbing giant bugs does not require much finesse.
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It doesn't require any finesse, no, which is probably why he's so good at it. "You aren't from here," he notes. Are any of them? It's something that he might wonder about more later when there are fewer enemies that require his attention.
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The spiders remain small and easy to kill, and in a brief break he points with his spear. "They're coming from that w-- augh!" He's cut off by a heavy weight dropping down onto him, knocking him to the ground - a much larger spider, blood red and snapping with its mandibles. Only a quick twist keeps the Doctor from being bitten, but the fall has knocked the makeshift spear from his hand.
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His movement is swift and precise. Without a second though, Dimitri launches his own makeshift weapon in time with a flash of light in the form of his Crest; it activates that inhuman strength of his and sends the spider atop Dottore reeling onto its side in a splash of gore and venom. Spindly spider legs twitch and struggle in vain.
"Pay attention," Dimitri snaps. "Or the next moment might be your last."