Codex 02 The Moon of Deznessuian
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Your name is Millie Smith and you're an 18 year old college freshman attending the local branch of the state university. You're a couple months into classes and you've settled into your life as a student in a college town that has an active but geographically small Downtown. Like any city, even a modest one like Sageford, there are pockets of wealth (especially as you move towards the more ostentatiously named Grandford), some lovely parks, and seedy streets you avoid after dark.
You're sitting in your favorite cafe, the Belle Blossoms, which is on the street that comprises most of the Downtown area. It's closer to the edge that defines 'local historic' than 'fully gentrified,' but it's always pleasant and a cheap place to chill, and far enough away from campus that there's little risk of running into someone from school when you'd rather be alone with your thoughts.
Thoughts like memories of your ex-boyfriend.
You take a sip of your iced mint lemonade. It was good while it lasted, mostly. He got a little weirded out by how much more roughly you wished he'd treat you, and during his last visit, he finally broke up with you. The few times you'd managed to coax something more animalistic out of him and felt him force his cock into you fuel your masturbatory fantasies, but damn if you don't miss the actual sensations.
Unfortunately, you haven't had much time to go looking for another boyfriend who shares the same enthusiasm for rapeplay as you do. It's pretty much all you fantasize about, the underpinning fetish that is the foundation of your sexuality. You've chatted with some men online but as a young woman alone in a strange environment you're very cautious about your safety, and have ghosted a few offers to meet up in real life.
You shift your legs; any time spent thinking about being held down and forced to submit to a cock always turns you on.
By shifting your body, you accidentally knock the spoon to the floor with your elbow. You bend under the table to pick it up, but on your way back up you misjudge the distance and smack your head sharply on the edge of the table.
Blinking, you sit up straight. Your vision gets a little blurry, and you close your eyes for just a moment.
When you open your eyes again, there is a thick journal next to your drink. You squint at it, then glance around the room. No one's even looking in your direction - where did it come from?
You pick it up and raise your eyebrows at the title imprinted in faded gilt on what you realize is some sort of leather hardcover. The Codex, it reads, weirdly offset as though badly designed or missing something.
You open it curiously, and you can't help but do a doubletake at the obnoxiously bright sticky note pasted inside the front cover, jarring with the muted tones of the parchment pages.
"Hello, Millie Smith!" it reads in stocky handwriting, though some of the letters are shaped weirdly, reminding you of those diagrams that show the evolution of the English alphabet.
"Every now and again the gods, demons, and everyone in between likes to play a game. The rules would make no sense to a mortal, so I won't waste time explaining. One of the pieces we like to use is a Sacred Object, dropped into human hands.
"You are the wielder of my game token, this book. What you do with this journal will affect whether I win or lose, but again, as a mortal you wouldn't understand the parameters that will determine the outcome so feel free to use this journal as you please, without fear of reprisal!
"Written on the first page are the basic instructions on how to use this book. Read them well and choose your actions carefully. Or not! Your use of your free will is an essential part of the game!
"Stay tuned for further messages!"
There's a scrawl that you think might be a signature, but it's illegible.
You flip through the book. As the sticky note says, there's some text on the first page facing the note, but every other page is blank.
Somewhat bemused and a little grateful for the distraction from your horny wistfulness, you turn back to the instructions page. You're a little startled that the obnoxious color of the sticky note seems to have faded - or maybe that headbump made it look more vivid than it really is? You read the instructions.
Statement: The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. There are rules written down and unspoken rules socially understood. Rules have benefits and consequences.
About this book: The Codex (To Be Defined by the Operator as a Summary of Intent) allows the Operator to write new rules or rewrite old ones. Unless written in permanent ink, rules can be edited or removed at any time by the Operator. A self-sharpening pencil with eraser is provided for the Operator's convenience. This book cannot be destroyed, lost, or otherwise kept from the Operator. If left unattended by the Operator for more than 5 minutes, this book will return to spatial storage automatically until called forth by the Operator once more.
Operating Instructions: Simply put the name of the person, organization, or other definition of scope, and write your rules. Any rule you can think of will be followed by everyone matching that criteria.
You can write Old Rules and New Rules. People will treat Old Rules casually, like they've been around forever. The world will even change to accommodate Old Rules as you write them, altering national boundaries, societal norms, language, or even the laws of physics. New Rules only go into effect once you've written them down and will affect the same aforementioned aspects of the word, with one difference: People will still follow them, but they may express nervousness, embarrassment, excitement, or other emotions about them, as any relatively recent societal shift requires a period of adjustment.
Starting out:
1) Using the provided pencil, please write the Operator's full name [ here ].
Henceforth, this book and accompanying pencil will appear to the Operator whenever they wish, to be reviewed and written in for a minimum of 30 minutes total per day of guaranteed uninterrupted time. If the full time allotment is not necessary, the Operator can return the book to spatial storage by tossing it in the air.*, **
2) Using the provided pencil, please write the name chosen for this book [ here ]. Please pick a name that reflects and summarizes your hopes and intents for the world you will create with your chosen Rules. The Operator cannot write any rules, Old or New, until a name is chosen.***
3) Using the provided pencil, please write the time from which each day will start, local to your location, [ here ].****
4) Using the provided pencil, please test the effects of this book by writing a rule changing the color of the clothes someone near you is wearing. Erase this rule once you've observed the effects.
WARNINGS:
* Unused minutes of the Operator's guaranteed uninterrupted time will not carry over to the next day.
** As a privacy precaution, this book is invisible unless the Operator writes a Rule allowing others of the Operator's chosen criteria to view it. Once someone is able to see the book, unless the Operator disallows it, they will be able to read and edit the Rules.
*** The name of the book cannot be changed once selected, even if erased.
**** While this field can be edited, no more than a single change per 48 hour period is allowed.
You're very amused by this point. As a prank, it's very detailed and surprisingly pedantic. You realize the mentioned pencil is tucked into the hollow of the spine, and you pull it out - it's a fairly standard looking pencil, except that it's bright, bright red with a cheerful yellow eraser tip.
You sneak a glance around the cafe again, and again there's no one paying you any attention.
Maybe the prank is to have you write rules that reveal your innermost hopes and fears, and then steal the book and share with people what you've written? Kind of juvenile and relies on you buying into this fantasy of a book that can change the world to your liking, but you admit you're tempted to do so just for the fun of it anyway.
In your peripheral vision, you realize that the sticky note is garishly bright again. You blink, because the words have changed.
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