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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

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.

FAQ: DEATH RULES

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.

SETTING: THE VOID

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.

FAQ: CURSE MARKS

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.

SETTING: CRIME

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.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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devilspirit

[ Spiders aren't among Vincenzo's favorite things, but they don't cause him panic. More concerning is his lack of clothing. He was a man accustomed to the best Italy had to offer and though he's grown accustomed to lesser things in Korea, both were far from the wilderness. Worse yet is that pride brings modesty, and neither work well with nudity.

It's with care that Vincenzo moves through the woods, both in hopes of avoiding another human soul and to avoid tripping over the many tripping hazards. An injury would only compound his negative mood. In the city, he's cool, confident, and horrifying when he needs his enemies to be scared, but this is far out of his element. Even his martial arts are only useful in the grace it allows.

Grace that fails him as he steps around a collection of roots that surround nearby bushes. Vincenzo stumbles forward, through the bushes, and nearly falls, but he manages to catch himself at the last moment. Grateful to have avoided any collisions with the ground, he doesn't notice the someone nearby until he checks his feet for injuries. Nothing. Nothing but another pair of feet in his vision. Vincenzo stands quickly, righting himself, trying to regain some dignity when his gaze has to travel higher still.

A familiar face he did not want to see. Quickly, he straightens his posture further. ]

I shouldn't be surprised to find a monster in this forest.

[ He does everything in his power to ignore the fact that they're both nude. ]

a. clothing

[ The guards were no help in securing clothing, and Vincenzo wasn't going to continue this 'adventure' without some kind of coverage. It's difficult to ignore the growing embarrassment that comes with the nudity, but he lacks both funds and information. The people here seem to be friendly enough, but it's impossible to differentiate between townspeople and those who have been lucky enough to find something to wear. Vincenzo accidentally flags down the latter. ]

Excuse me.

[ He offers his most charming smile. ]

Could you tell me where I could find some clothes?

[ Surely there's some kind of charity available. ]

b. encounters

[ While only a few fooled souls would consider him the most friendly of people to meet, Vincenzo isn't usually hostile to strangers so much as his mood has soured considerably. The 'clothing' he's managed to secure is barely a collection of chained links with padding to cover one strategic area between his legs. He feels ridiculous, and the day seems to promise nothing better. With such a quick pace, it's no wonder that he and the stranger find themselves colliding. ]

Watch where you're going.

[ He turns to face them, expression more annoyed than it would be under normal circumstances. ]

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[ He was amused by all of this. Unashamed, he stalked through the forest to the town, body paler than it should be as flesh molded to bones molding to spirit. He was not usually this physical in the world - Der Tod always existed a step outside the mrotal binds with shadows of his messengers flocking around him. Even now he found the idea of form a strange and uniques experience. Even the spiders were given their all due consideration before he smiled and gave one or two a kiss. Suffice to say such things still were a part and parcel.

But this place had him pause, pale hair shifting between strands of shadow to strands of moonlight. His form settled at last to echo that of the man addressing him, the paleness shifting as much as his features until he turn. Branded over his heart, the curse mark flared and settled, becoming no more than another echo of what he was. ]

Clothing? [ His laughter, like his voice is soft and not fully normal. ] Ah, yes, mortal flesh. We could ask?

[ Vincenzo isn't unaccustomed to meeting strange people so while he tries to roll with the odd comments, it's not something that happens with ease. At the very least, his goal is to be clothed before making enemies.

Trying to ignore the continued nudity, Vincenzo's frown deepens, but he looks at the others that are passing by him. Asking had been his goal with this stranger, but... ]

Then I take it you're someone new, too.

[ Strength in numbers, he supposes. ]

Have you seen any clothing stores? Churches?

[ At this rate, he'll take donations. ]

[ Jang Hanseok falls asleep the CEO of Babel Group and wakes up naked, cold, in the middle of the woods, convinced he's been kidnapped and unceremoniously dumped somewhere as an extension of Vincenzo's mafia bullshit. It does very much seem like the sort of thing the mafia would do—scare him, as opposed to cutting to the chase and killing him. He's already been drugged once; even though his entire security team was sacked and replaced, it's possible Cassano's people got to something other than just the water. It could have been a diversion.

Well, tough, because he's comfortable in the woods from all of the hunting trips with his father, and he's not the kind of person to lose their mind the moment someone starts fucking with them.

So Hanseok thinks, before the fucking spiders. That's when he really registers that this isn't fucking Korea, or America, because if some species of spider that could carpet a space larger than his sitting room with tiny grey offspring were endemic to either of the places he spent half of his life residing in, he'd know about it.

He screams, naturally, frantically scrapes them off of his bare skin, and, like any sane person, runs. All the time on the treadmill, the hours of effort put into perfecting his body, they serve him well—but for all of his stamina, he's still barefoot in the fucking woods, and it's not long before the bare soles of his feet are thoroughly bruised and poked and scraped, bringing him down to a walk before his body necessitates it.

There's not a whole lot to go by here, so he grabs a sturdy-looking branch to defend himself with, picks a direction, and starts walking. Eventually he's bound to encounter something.

Or someone, whom he fully intends to kill if they have the misfortune of crossing his path.

Moments after the thought, there's movement in his peripheral vision, the rustling of undergrowth and dead vines; a man stumbles out seconds afterwards as if on cue, head down, also naked, also bearing a few scrapes suggesting a similar awakening. And then he straightens up and makes eye contact and it's Vincenzo fucking Cassano.

Whatever hell he's in, it's not because of Vincenzo, because he's right here with him. Before he can help it Hanseok bursts into wild laughter, the pain in his feet entirely forgotten and the nightmarish quality of the whole situation all but. ]

Holy shit.

[ Often, Hanseok sees Vincenzo's face when he's wearing the smirk of victory with a few exceptions. Now, he isn't quite so smug but nor is he afraid. Even without clothing and with Hanseok being the bigger of the two, Vincenzo is a fighter and trained specifically to take down larger opponents.

Still, he'd been thrilled never to have run into the chairman with so little clothing. It takes a moment, but Vincenzo straightens his posture in an attempt to exude pride he doesn't actually feel.

At least it's safe to assume that their opponent is a third party and not one another. ]

I'm not surprised that you'd laugh at this, but you're in the same situation as I am.

[ The annoyance does leak into his voice. ]

I'd think you'd be less amused in the woods.

[ After being shot in them and all. ]

Oh, you're funny, aren't you?

[ Hanseok settles down with a last few laughs, at least somewhat; mirth still glints in his eyes, genuine and completely uncharitable. Speaking of. He gives Vincenzo's naked body a once-over, scoffs audibly. He's toned enough, probably from however he learned to fight, but almost waifish, certainly by comparison to himself. A smug glow warms his chest, a harsh and welcome contrast to the cold damp of the forest. ]

And Cha-young went for that? Seriously? She's going to get tired of you.

[ He isn't impressed, and Vincenzo's look of 'are you finished yet' couldn't be more clear if the words had been spoken. His body is the smaller of the two, but that isn't new for someone who'd spent most of his life in Italy. His skill in combat came about because he was often the smallest man in the room. In spite of that, he's sure his figure is a handsome one, and compliments are often shot his way. Hanseok isn't going to shake his confidence. Nor is he going to use Cha-young as a weapon in verbal combat. Things are...complicated between them, but he respects her too much to wield her in Hanseok's face. ]

I'll be happy to report to her that I left you here to die.

[ As if Vincenzo himself isn't so far out of his element here. He isn't the one who went hunting as a child. However, he has no interest in being the butt of the murderer's joke. ]

You left me here to die?

[ You don't seem much of an outdoorsman, Vincenzo. Not that Hanseok is, either—the hunting trips from his boyhood were just that, trips. They never involved orienteering or making a lean-to out of some stupid fucking branches, which he might have to do if he doesn't find a town soon. Hanseok narrowly resists the urge to yell and snap the branch he's carrying in half at that thought.

It's difficult, but he can control the explosions when he really wants to, at least for the time being. He'll need to scream about this, and break things, and drink, later. When Vincenzo isn't around.

Hanseok takes a step forward, his face revealing none of the discomfort the footfall brings. He's pretty sure the sole of his left foot is bleeding. ]

Seems to me we're in the same situation, consigliere. I don't think this was your choice.

[ He's done nothing to suggest he's prepared for the great outdoors precisely because he isn't. His apartment and instant coffee were his ideas of 'roughing it' once he came to Korea, and his usual confidence is painfully misplaced here.

And Vincenzo knows as much.

Is it too petty to hope Hanseok steps on something sharp and painful? Maybe he's been spending too much time around a certain female lawyer. ]

I didn't choose to be dropped into the woods without clothes.

[ Wouldn't that be ridiculous? ]

But I don't plan on standing around arguing with you, either. [ Not while naked. ] I might be wrong about leaving you for dead, but it'll be my motivation as I make my way out.

[ If only he'd stopped to sharpen the branch he's wielding into a point before now. He probably could have found a sharp rock or something to whittle it down with, and then he'd be able to drive it right through his neck and give him a tracheotomy. Hanseok resists the urge to smile at the mental image, at the thought of how much blood would start pouring out, how profusely.

It's the perfect place to kill someone, and he's sure Vincenzo's having the same thoughts—he's a mafioso, a monster parading around in human skin. Hanseok's seen the pictures of his victims, after all. ]

What makes you think you're making it out?

[ Until now, Hanseok hasn't been worth the effort. Vincenzo has met a lot of evil men so while the descriptor certainly applies, it can hardly make the same kind of impact it would on someone more innocent. That said, with the blood present on his hands, Vincenzo isn't above wishing the worse kinds of things on his enemies. ]

I don't plan on dying here.

[ His body seems relaxed but in reality, he's tense. Hanseok isn't without a temper. ]

I'm in the woods, not an enemy camp. Why wouldn't I assume I'll make it out?

cw strangulation/murderous ideation

devilspirit - 2023-05-20 02:33 (UTC) - Expand

cw mentions of murder/past strangulation, etc

mafiacornsalad - 2023-05-20 02:41 (UTC) - Expand

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