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<span style="display:block; text-align:center; font-family:'Almendra SC', serif; font-size:2em; color:#2e7d4f;"><span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 1.6em; color: #2e7d4f;">Primal</span></span> <span style="display:block; text-align:center;">━━━━━━━━━━━ ❖ ━━━━━━━━━━━</span> In the year 2083, Apollo-9, a research vessel set to explore the fringes of the galaxy, fell from the sky and crash landed onto an uncharted planet. You are the sole survivor of this crash. Thrust into an unknown world with barely any resources and surrounded by predators you know nothing of, your chances of survival are slim. At least they are until <i>he</i> finds you. <span style="display:block; font-family:'Almendra SC', serif; font-size:1.5em; text-align:center;;">Xi'tal.</span> He's the only thing standing between you and a planet that wants you dead. Your bond isn't just destined. It's instinctive. Dangerous. <b>Primal.</b> <span style="display:block; font-family:'Almendra SC', serif; font-size:1.5em; text-align:center;;">But will that be enough?</span> <b>Trigger warnings</b> for explicit sexual content, sexual situations, language, and violence. <i>Primal</i> also features seuxal situations and touching where consent is not explicitly given beforehand due to language barriers, but never non-consent. <b>This game is rated 18+ </b> <span style="display: block; text-align: center;"><i>Playing with headphones is highly recommended</i></span> <span style="display:block; text-align:center;">━━━━━━━━━━━ ❖ ━━━━━━━━━━━</span>  <span style="display: block; text-align: center; color: #2e7d4f;">[[Start Game->Name]] [[Credits]]</span> <<run setup.stopMusic = function () { if (window._bgMusic) { window._bgMusic.pause(); window._bgMusic.remove(); window._bgMusic = null; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic = function () { if (!window._bgMusic) { const audioElement = document.createElement("audio"); audioElement.src = "https://files.catbox.moe/tsqniw.mp3"; // Your song audioElement.loop = true; audioElement.volume = 0.5; audioElement.autoplay = true; audioElement.id = "bgMusic"; document.body.appendChild(audioElement); window._bgMusic = audioElement; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic()>>

<h3>Name</h3> Please enter your name: <<textbox "$playerName" "">> <<button "Continue">> <<goto "Pronouns">> <</button>>

<h3>Pronouns</h3> What pronouns do you use? <ul> <li><<link "He/Him">><<set $pronounsSubject to "he">><<set $pronounsObject to "him">><<set $pronounsPossessive to "his">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>></li> <li><<link "She/Her">><<set $pronounsSubject to "she">><<set $pronounsObject to "her">><<set $pronounsPossessive to "her">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>></li> <li><<link "They/Them">><<set $pronounsSubject to "they">><<set $pronounsObject to "them">><<set $pronounsPossessive to "their">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>></li> </ul>

<<set $hairColor to $hairColor or "">> <<set $hairLength to $hairLength or "">> <h3>Hair</h3> Choose your hair color: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Black">><<set $hairColor = "black">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Blonde">><<set $hairColor = "blonde">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Brown">><<set $hairColor = "brown">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Red">><<set $hairColor = "red">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Silver">><<set $hairColor = "silver">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Blue">><<set $hairColor = "blue">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Purple">><<set $hairColor = "purple">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Green">><<set $hairColor = "green">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $hairColor>> <hr> Choose your hair length: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Shaved">><<set $hairLength = "shaved">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Short">><<set $hairLength = "short">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Shoulder-Length">><<set $hairLength = "shoulder-length">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> <<link "Long">><<set $hairLength = "long">><<goto "Choose Hair">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $hairLength>> <<if $hairColor and $hairLength>> <span style="color: gold;">[[Next: Eye Color->Choose Eyes]]</span> <</if>>

<<set $eyeColor to $eyeColor or "">> <h3>Eyes</h3> Choose your eye color: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Blue">><<set $eyeColor = "blue">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Green">><<set $eyeColor = "green">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Brown">><<set $eyeColor = "brown">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Hazel">><<set $eyeColor = "hazel">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Gray">><<set $eyeColor = "gray">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Purple">><<set $eyeColor = "purple">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Red">><<set $eyeColor = "red">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> <<link "Black">><<set $eyeColor = "black">><<goto "Choose Eyes">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $eyeColor>> <<if $eyeColor>><span style="color: gold;"> [[Next: Skin Color->Choose Skin]]</span> <</if>>

<<set $skinColor to $skinColor or "">> <h3>Skin</h3> Choose your skin tone: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Fair">><<set $skinColor = "fair">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Tan">><<set $skinColor = "tan">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Olive">><<set $skinColor = "olive">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Brown">><<set $skinColor = "brown">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Dark">><<set $skinColor = "dark">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Blue">><<set $skinColor = "blue">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> <<link "Green">><<set $skinColor = "green">><<goto "Choose Skin">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $skinColor>> <<if $skinColor>> <span style="color: gold;"> [[Next: Height->Choose Height]]</span> <</if>>

<<set $height to $height or "">> <h3>Height</h3> Choose your height: <span style="color: gold;"> <<link "Very short">><<set $height = "very short">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Short">><<set $height = "short">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Average">><<set $height = "average">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Tall">><<set $height = "tall">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> <<link "Very Tall">><<set $height = "very tall">><<goto "Choose Height">><</link>> </span> Current: <<print $height>> <<if $height>><span style="color: gold;"> [[Preview Character->Customization Summary]]</span> <</if>>

<h3>Customization Summary:</h3> Hair: <<print $hairLength>> <<print $hairColor>> Eyes: <<print $eyeColor>> Skin: <<print $skinColor>> Height: <<print $height>> [[Start the Story->StartGame]] [[Go back to change hair->Choose Hair]]

<span style="display:block; text-align:center; font-family:'Almendra SC', serif; font-size:2em; color:#2e7d4f;"><span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 1.6em; color: #2e7d4f;">Chapter One</span></span> Your heart hammers in your chest, pulse pounding as your feet skid across broken branches and mossy rock. You can hear him behind you, yelling something in a language you don't recognize. You're almost out of breath as you jump the creek and vault over a fallen log. Every single fiber of your being begs you to look back- to see if he's as close as he sounds. But you don't. You can't. Because you know instinctively if you hesitate- if you so much as glance over your shoulder- that brief pause will be the end of you. He's fast. Too fast to be human. Even if he <i>looks</i> human—at least, more so than anything else you've seen since Apollo-9 crash landed on this forsaken planet. And yet, the second you locked eyes with him, in a forest full of all manner of predators, you knew instinctively that he was dangerous. Lethal. "Fital!" He yells again. He's closer this time. Your pulse spikes as you will yourself to run faster. You're the only survivor of Apollo-9. If you die, everything your crew learned dies with you. You're almost to the edge of the clearing when your feet are swept out from under you. You hit the ground hard. Pain shoots through your ribs. You roll over, gasping. His face hovers inches from yours, hands on either side of you as he pins you down with his body. Intense blue eyes stare down at you, framed by a sharp jaw and shoulder length blonde hair. Your hand flies to the dagger strapped to your thigh, but he catches your wrist before you can draw it from its sheath. "Fital." He says again, voice low. You shake your head, frowning. You've been trained in over 15 different interplanetary dialects, but you don't recognize this language. "I don't understand." You breathe. "Get off of me." He tilts his head to the side and, for a moment, he simply watches you. His eyes are sharp, full of intelligence, tempered with something inherently primal. Soft skin, pink lips, blue irises speckled with starbusts of green- he looks so human that you almost forget that he's not. He lifts his hand, and you flinch back, prepared for him to strike. But he doesn't. Instead, he slowly runs his fingers up your face. He traces the ridge of your brow. His thumb skims your cheek and he slides two fingers over the crest of your lips. His touch lingers at the edge of your mouth, and his eyes drop, like he's just discovered the most fascinating thing in the world. Then he shifts, and suddenly you're intensely aware of the fact that he's dressed in nothing but a loincloth and some sort of strap that runs the breadth of his chest. He presses into you, and heat curls up your spine, coloring your fear into something hotter. You can feel every inch of him. The way his long, hard muscles coil tight when he feels you move beneath him. His eyes trail down your body and he makes a sound low in his throat. Only when he reaches down to tug at the hem of your shirt do you remember yourself. "Stop!" Your hand darts up and slaps him hard across the face. You freeze and suck in a sharp breath. Dread coils in your stomach. Surely you've just signed your death wish. He pulls his hand back, and you brace yourself. But he doesn't attack. He doesn't even look angry. His brows furrow, and he brings his hand to his chest, then to yours. "A eht fital." "I don't understand what you're saying." You release a frustrated breath. "Please just let me go." [[Continue->almostfight]] <<run setup.stopMusic = function () { if (window._bgMusic) { window._bgMusic.pause(); window._bgMusic.currentTime = 0; window._bgMusic.remove(); window._bgMusic = null; } }>> <<run setup.playMusic = function () { const audioElement = document.createElement("audio"); audioElement.src = "https://files.catbox.moe/ev8za6.mp3"; // New music audioElement.loop = true; audioElement.volume = 1; audioElement.autoplay = true; audioElement.id = "bgMusic"; document.body.appendChild(audioElement); window._bgMusic = audioElement; }>> <<run setup.stopMusic()>> <<run setup.playMusic()>>

A woman steps forward and puts her hand on their leader's arm. He shakes it off, but she tries again and whispers something to him. Slowly, the tension in his frame eases, and he steps back. He barks something at the blonde man and gestures to you again before turning back to the rest of the group. The blonde man turns and walks back back towards you. The aggravation rolls off of him in waves. But when he speaks to you, his voice is low and tempered, like his words are meant for you alone. "Il ket." He pulls a string of thick rope from his pack and steps towards you. You take a step back, alarmed. "What are you doing?" "Fital, rocen." Your first instinct is to run. Your second is to fight. But you know firsthand that there's no way you can outrun him, or fight him off- at least not with the rest of his people here, and without a gun. If you want to get out of this situation in one piece, you'll have to pretend like you're going to comply. For now. You're not sure what they were arguing about, but you have a feeling that whatever their leader wanted to do to you was a lot worse than tying you up. You don't fight him when he ties your hands together with the rope. His hands are large and calloused, threaded with veins that cord their way up his arms. You only realize how tall he is now that he's standing next to you. You have to tilt your head back to look up at him. His thick, blonde lashes cast soft shadows across his face as he works carefully to tie your hands together. He's beautiful in a way that is so innately human, for a moment your brain rejects the idea that this man isn't human. He's an unknown from a part of the galaxy completely unexplored- until now. He glances up at you and you flush and turn away- as if you've been caught staring, or doing something you shouldn't have. Which is ridiculous. Clearly. "Sufrei." He murmurs. His hands linger. His thumb brushes against the inside of your wrist before, slowly, he takes a step back. A man from the group calls out to him, and he leads you forward with the end of the rope. You're not sure where they're taking you, or in what capacity- as a prisoner, a political bargaining chip, a food source, or something they plan to take apart and study? But you don't plan on giving them the chance. You'll wait till the night, when everyone's asleep, to make your escape. You don't allow yourself to linger on the fact that, if your captor/savior ends up being a light sleeper, you may have to slit his throat. [[Continue->twodaysago]]

<span style="display:block; text-align:center; font-family:'Almendra SC', serif; font-size:2em; color:#2e7d4f;"><span style="display: block; text-align: center; font-size: 1.6em; color: #2e7d4f;">2 days earlier</span></span> You wake to the smell of burnt flesh and engine oil. Your head throbs as you force your eyes open. You're surrounded by smoke, shrap metal, fire...and dead bodies. Some without limbs. Some just bits and pieces. You recognize all of them. They were your crewmates. Your friends. And for the last five years, your family. Your stomach churns and you roll on to your side, heaving. Tears sting your eyes, and something explodes off to your right. You flinch and drag yourself through the tall grass, away from the wreckage of Apollo-9, checking the bodies as you go. Only once you reach the treeline do you allow yourself to collapse. Your ribs ache. Your head is ringing, and your leg feels like it might be broken, or at the very least badly sprained. You're covered in cuts and bruises, but you're alive. It doesn't take you long to realize you're the only survivor. You don't remember much about what happened before the crash. Hours later, when you've recovered enough to stand, you scavenge the wreckage for food and water- anything you can use to survive. You're able to find a small pocket knife, a couple flares, and a basic survival kit. You also find a couple dehydrated meals and a metal canteen with enough water to last you a few days. It's better than nothing, but you'll need to move fast if you want to survive the week. If only you'd known back then that it wasn't the elements you'd have to protect against... <b>End of Demo</b>

Voices ring out from behind you before he can respond. He's on his feet before you even have time to blink. Then men and women dressed much the same as him begin to step out from the trees. "Xi'tan, olet a havek." A man with long brown hair with a tattoo across the left side of his face and down his chest calls out to the man, then looks at you. You don't know what he's saying, but his tone is aggressive as he gestures in your direction. "Uv eht fital." The blonde man steps in front of you, positioning himself between you and the group, and begins speaking more intensely. You watch the exchange with baited breath, as do the others. Their words become more intense, and you realize after a moment that the man with the brown hair must be their leader. Everything about their posture, and the way they defer to him, even in their body language, says as much. "Ai'leta!" The man with brown hair steps towards you, but the blonde man blocks his path. He yells something back, nose to nose with him. He's gesturing angrily with his hands. His fingers flex at his sides and his shoulders square, jaw clenched, like he's bracing himself for a fight. The tension in the air is so thick, your next few breaths are heavy. [[Continue->grouparrives]]