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Today you are a horrible Oyun in the Town-on-Gorkhon. You have five posts to do horrible Oyun things such as pet cows, drink milk, lift things, and strive to put away the Olgimskys into jail.

What shall you do?

pet cow

So you have chosen to pet a cow today. An excellent and in-character choice for the mighty Oyun.

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It's early morning in the Steppe. The sun has not yet risen over the grand expanse of the horizon, but it is still light enough to see. The air is noisy with the sound of distant breezes, and the occasional bellow of the cows among the field.

You, Oyun, have arrived to inspect the cows.

As the ostensible foreman of the abattoir, it's not necessary for you to come out all the way over here and do so (lower ranked odhonge do this instead), but it's a routine you've made. One that you're too stubborn to change. It also doesn't help that the booha, the cattle, know to expect you already. Their tales whip back and forth happily as they trod upon dewy grass towards you.

You know each of their names. There's Starry, who's black with small white dots. Braggart, easily recognizable by the way they hold their head up high and hauty, a feature which you appreciated a lot. Winter, who's back bore a large white spot like a blanket draped over them. And lastly shy Soot, whose horns were nearly completely black.

They crowded around you and nuzzled against your face and neck. A smaller, less impressively-sized man might have been intimidated by being so up close to the large creatures, but not you. You loved it here in the calm, vast field, and the cows loved you back. When you stroke the face of Soot, the bull mooed briefly, uncertain about being noisy but still displaying appreciation. A rare smile broke out upon your face.

Here with the cows and the Steppe might have been the only times where you truly felt at peace.

Time passes.

You have four actions remaining for the day.

You have petted a cow. Many of them in fact. What will you do next?

Will you drink milk? Will you lift heavy things? Will you finally provide the evidence you needed to get the Olgimskys locked away? Will you do nuisance things in the Town-on-Gorkhon? You can also suggest further actions you'd like to see as well.

lift things. people. lift people right over your head. whoever next comes to visit you... you will lift.

You have chosen to devote your heart today to mighty art of lifting. The act of using muscle and sinew to elevate objects and/or people to a higher state of being (physically)... It is wisdom in its grandest form. And as Oyun, you are proud to call yourself its foremost noble acolyte.

_

It is properly morning now. The sun had breached past the horizon, yet still hung low, its light pleasantly soft. The shops of the Town-on-Gorkhon had opened, and residents milled across its streets to begin their errands.

In a similar vein, you were not that different. You too had tasks to accomplish. That did not stop the people of the town from staring at you as rode atop a wooden cart pulled by the bull Soot. Children were the only ones to voice their unease by asking their mothers why you were such a large and bull-like person, but were hushed and pulled aside as you passed. Sometimes the children of your own people asked that as well...

But enough about that matter, there were the barrels of spring water to collect.

The water barrels had been left by the side of a store builing for you to collect (and most importantly, lift), like always. The workers of the Abattoir faced many difficulties, but a dearth of fresh water was never one at least. Böos Vlad made arrangements with the owner already for this to happen weekly which was acceptable for you since it meant that you didn't have to handle the tedium of small talk with the owner instead.

'Good Mother Boddho, the barrels are right there. Let us lift already.' Your muscles cried out to you.

You smiled and rubbed at your chin, pretending to think about it, before of course relenting.

When you hopped from the cart, your landing shook the earth and caused the water in the barrels slosh. You patted Soot (who mooed softly once more) as you walked to the barrels. When you finally reached them, you LIFTED.

The barrel defied gravity when you did. It was quite easy to load it into the cart, so you continued to do so and LIFT.

One barrel, two barrels, three barrels, four barrels, oops, you accidentally lifted Soot the bull that time, five barrels... You were, as they say, 'in the zone.' The Lift Zone.

"Excuse me, are you Mister--AGH!" Before the stranger could finish speaking, you had lifted him above your head.

"...I apologize." You said, regretful that now you had to do the opposite of lifting which was setting the man down. "I thought you were a barrel."

"Hm." The man didn't appreciate the thought but he was too busy straightening himself back out after being lifted as easily as a doll. "Well, no matter. Are you Mister... 'Oyun?'"

"That I am."

"Saburov wants to know if you have the important evidence against the Olgimskys that you promised him. If so, this is a reminder to bring it to him."

"Bring it to him? As in physically LIFTING the evidence and bringing it to him?"

"Yes."

"I'll see what I can do." You said with determination.

"Okay. I'll be off then. Farewell." And then the messenger had exited, leaving you to stew in your thoughts.

You could physically hand in evidence that you collected of the Olgimskys' wrong doing against the people of the Steppe. Yes, you could do that. Or you could literally do anything else. Without the peace and tranquility of lifting to straighten out your mind, your mind reeled at the possibilities.

Would your attempt to get the Olgimskys locked away in jail succeed? Will you brave the effort?

Or will you do a variety of other characteristic Oyun things? Drinking tan, finding people to fight, being an overly large person, cursing the Olgimskys, and exploring your inner nature as a man of many hues are a few options out of a countless infinity that you could choose from. You need only decide what to do next.

Choices, choices...

You have three actions remaining in the day before it is over. Time continues to pass.

DRINK MILK AND TALK TO BURAKH'S SON ABOUT HOW HUGE YOU ARE.

A voice from your (yes, you. You are Oyun) heart rung out. It told you to drink milk, and also to talk to Burakh's son about how huge you were. How could you deny the beauty of such a request?

_

It was noon, and the sun hung directly above the Town. It was unseasonably warm for this part of the year, and that made it all the more perfect to go visit Burakh's boy, Artemy. Soot was a saint and angel of a bull, so you sent him away with a slap on the hindquarters to go deliver the fresh water to the Abattoir on his own. Boddho be with you, Soot, you thought with a wistful smile.

Meanwhile you yourself had the task of locating Artemy and acquiring some milk to drink. However luckily for you, Oyun, your keen Oyun Senses could home into his location within a 5.3 km radius. You knew instinctively the place where Artemy could be found…

_

You, Oyun, were in the middle of regaling Artemy about your adventures being huge. There were the times where you were huge in town, and people kept staring. There were the times where you were huge in the steppe, and accidentally brought down a yurt because you bumped your head upon entering. There were countless times when being huge was a core factor of your decision to do things, and you needed to share that wisdom with Artemy in case the poor boy didn’t understand. It was vital, you see.

Aspity was fortunate enough to be there as well. It was her home after all. She was the one who provided the bottles of milk that the three of you all drank. She had a similar expression to Artemy and stood by him as you, Oyun, eloquently described the narrative of how you were able to lift the barrels of spring water earlier today.

"AND IT WAS EASY TO ME. DO YOU KNOW WHY?" You said.

Artemy stood there silently. He blinked. He took a breath because he knew that you were waiting for a response from him, and begun to speak. "...Wh-"

"BECAUSE I WAS HUGE."

You clinked glass bottles of milk with Aspity, and both chugged. Artemy brought his palm to his face.

“Excuse me,” Everyone turned to look at a messenger who had stepped through the doorway. “Is one of you Artemy Burakh?”

“Yeah, that’s me.” Artemy replied, desperate to talk about anything else.

The messenger pulled out a piece of paper and read from it. “Alexander Saburov requests your presence down at the Rod. It seems to be a Kin matter. There’s a bull pulling a cart laden with water barrels inside of his house. He doesn’t know how it entered, but he claims that if the matter is not resolved soon, he will be forced to take decisive matters.”

“SOOT THE BULL IS A SAINT AND AN ANGEL, AND I WILL NOT HEAR SUCH SLANDER.” You clenched your fists.

The messenger continued. “He either invites you to come either retrieve the bull in one piece, or to come enjoy fresh beef steaks. Oh, and also if Foreman Oyun is there, please arrive promptly about the matter you wanted to discuss. End of message.” The messenger folded the piece of paper back up, and left the house for the three of you to consider the situation.

“GRRR!” You crushed an empty milk bottle in your hand.

“Great. Now I have to clean that up.” Aspity switched over to drinking tan because the milk was not enough to deal with the hugeness of your anger anymore.

Artemy was exasperated. “Well, guys, I apparently have to go get a bull and cart out from Saburov’s doorway. I have no idea how this happened, but okay I guess.”

You were distraught at the message, and spoke with a sotto voice. “Soot is so talented, and so young… I can’t believe that Saburov would see that he got inside the house and think to make steaks out of him. The cruelty and ignorance pulls at my heart...”

“Oyun, you actually seemed wise for once.” Aspity said.

“It is not only the hugeness of your body that counts.” An Oyun tear fell from your eye. “But also the hugeness inside.”

“Don’t worry, I’m going to try and get… Soot? ...Before anything bad happens to them.” Artemy replied with a small smile.

“I trust that you’ll do a good job.” You said to Artemy, Burakh’s boy, the boy who you once could hold within your palm. You probably still could actually if you used two palms this time, but you respected that he was not only an adult, but a menkhu in his own right. “You already have that inner hugeness within. Old Burakh would be proud of you.”

“Bayarlaa, Oyun, bayarlaa...” Artemy smiled somberly. It wasn’t often that you got to say something that resonated with the young menkhu, but deep down inside… You knew that talking about how huge you were always led to the right answer.

You have two out of five actions remaining for the day.

Will you allow Artemy to deal with the bull situation with Saburov? He doesn’t seem to know anything about your conspiracy to get the Olgimskys arrested after all the pain and suffering they’ve caused. That’s something that you would have to handle yourself.

Or instead will you do other Oyun things? You are the quintessential bull in a china shop in regards to the Town-on-Gorkhon, but you can still manage to explore the many different sides to you. Are you an artistic soul ready to delve into the realm of hues? Do you seek to have romance in your life? Do you just want to smash stuff? Do you want to throw a rock at the Olgimskys's house? Do you want to have a quite moment at the graveyard? These are but a few of the infinite options you have.

What will you do?

“SOOT THE BULL IS A SAINT AND AN ANGEL, AND I WILL NOT HEAR SUCH SLANDER.”

i am literally in tears reading this i love u oyun

AND I, OYUN, LOVE YOU!

it's about goddamn time those olgimskys got thrown in the slammer

Arms held behind his back, Alexander Saburov looked at the bull in front of him in a manner that showed that he would not be intimidated by it. He had no clue how it had gotten inside, especially while pulling a cart laden with barrels. He only heard a loud commotion and the clamor of hooves, but by the time he arrived to investigate, the bull was already there.

It had been quite a while already that Saburov waited there with the bull. Artemy was taking his sweet time to arrive, and Saburov begun to feel his patience flag and his irritation steam.

However, his thoughts were interrupted by the bull nuzzling him on his cheek.

“I must remain impartial on this matter.” Saburov said stoically as the bull continued to nuzzle him. “I have already given my decree. Interlopers and intruders are to be removed immediately by any means, even if they are under the jurisdiction of the people of the Kin. You had better hope that Burakh arrives to settle this, or else I will be forced to do what I must.”

“Moo.” Soot replied.

“Though I will admit… Perhaps some leniency could be afforded.” Saburov said. “You are, after all, not well versed in this town’s laws. Maybe a small warning and citation is all that is needed to--”

“Saburov. I have arrived.” You, Oyun, said as you burst through the door. Saburov barely had time to put his arms away from petting Soot, and himself into a more authoritative pose as you entered.

“Foreman Oyun. Welcome.” Saburov said.

“Do nothing to this booha, Saburov. I have taken Artemy’s place to handle him. Spare him your wrath.” You said in your most intimidating-yet-also-plaintive-and-pleading voice.

“Alright.” Saburov said.

“The bulls of the steppe are proud and noble creatures, with talents and abilities that far exceed the ken of man. To extinguish their lives in a moment of irritation is akin to—wait, you will?” You said.

“Yes. This bull has made a convincing case for himself.” Saburov turned to face Soot. “So long as your little friend exits my home without further complications, there’s no need for drastic actions against him. I trust you to handle this matter successfully.”

While Saburov was turned away from you, you gave Soot two thumbs up. Soot, you are absolutely killing it, you tried to telepathically tell Soot. Soot mooed.

“Now then. About the other matter at hand...” Saburov turned to face you. You, Oyun, tried to look as casual as an Oyun could be. Which was a strange combination of ‘not really,’ and intimidating. “What did you have to discuss with me about the Olgimskys?”

This is it, Oyun.

You’ve worked hard for this moment. Collaborating with the Olgimskys, earning for what passes as trust, while scheming behind their back to free your people from servitude.

You no longer cared to make excuses for Böos Vlad’s ‘guidelines,’ which have led to many khatange working themselves to the bone, and living in the cramped and inhuman Termitary. You no longer wanted to see children shy away from using the language of Boddho. You no longer wanted to see your people lose the color and vitality of their souls.

Your own people eyed you with suspicion that you could achieve their freedom. And yet they still hoped. They gave you their testimonies that you carefully heard and memorized. Fragments of a workplace incident where someone was grievously hurt. The report of a crack in the Termitary’s wall that continued to be ignored despite how the people were fearful of its continued growth. The introduction of money and all of its ills to a society that had needed none found the Kin poor and bereft when at one distant time they had all that they had already all that they needed.

The misery and destruction of a culture were told to you, Oyun. Despite your difficulty with matters of speech and writing, you worked dutifully to scribe down the words of your fellows, from yargachin, Odhonge, and even the rumors of children, onto paper in the language of the Town. And now you stood before Saburov, with the documents in your hand. Were you a minotaur that would strike down your enemies, or were you an animal only fit to be ruled by a master? Perhaps being a bull ready to be sacrificed for the benefit of your loved ones was good enough, you thought to yourself.

You handed the evidence that would lock away the Olgimskys to Saburov.

Saburov read the papers. It was clear that he had some difficulty reading your handwriting (it was not easy to hold pens when they were so small in your hand), but it was clear that he was giving the text the proper amount of time to sink into his mind. The only thing you could do in the meanwhile was to clench and unclench your hands in an attempt to stave away the touch of adrenaline in your blood.

At last Saburov read the final page, and closed it. You looked down at him to judge his expression, but it was the same formal one as always. “There are actionable claims in your report, Foreman.” Saburov said. “A fine can be applied to the Olgimskys business.”

“A fine? To their business?” You said. “These are people’s lives at stake, and yet you only give the perpetrators fines as if it was a mere business matter? Where is the punishment? Where is the jail time?” If Saburov saw how your muscles tensed, and how your face grew wrathful, he did not show it. He continued to look you in the eye without a bit of fear.

“I’ve made my decree. I shall not change it.” Saburov said. “If any new incidents come up from this point on, you are welcome to bring it to my attention, and they shall be acted upon as well. I thank you very much for your efforts today so--”

“Olgimsky offered to give your wife his meat.” You said.

“What… did you say?” Saburov’s jawline tightened.

“Böos Olgimsky.” It was your turn to overenunciate things at someone who struggled to understand you. You brought your face closer to him. “Offered. To give your wife. His meat.”

Saburov looked at you with a combination of horror, pain, and sadness. Which then morphed into rage.

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“So I wanted to give Katerina a free steak as a gift. Where is the crime in that? She is the remaining Mistress of the Town. Her predictions have been useful.” Vlad Sr complained from the back of the jail cell. Meanwhile Vlad Jr. held the bars in the cell door’s window.

“Hey, why did I get locked up as well? I might have had my ideas about how much a butcher was supposed to earn per day, but--” Vlad spoke but was immediately interrupted.

“Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! None of you are without sin!” Saburov yelled at him, causing Vlad Jr. to back away from the window lest he be covered in spittle.

So this was it. You, Oyun, had finally put away the Olgimskys into jail. You, with the comfort and support of Soot the bull, watched the scene in front of you, but you did not know how to feel. There were countless many emotions coloring your heart at the moment, and for once you actually felt quite small.

“Moo.” Soot mooed, before nuzzling you on the neck.

“Soot, you truly are an angel. You knew exactly what I needed. Thank you my friend.” You said as you returned Soot’s nuzzle. Everything was going to be alright.

YOU DID IT. YOU HAVE LOCKED AWAY THE OLGIMSKYS.

Saburov made giving steaks illegal. However that decision was overturned in a week due to how meat-centric the Town-on-Gorkhon was.

Vlad Jr., while incarcerated, learned how to make sad, baleful jail house songs using two spoons and his voice as the instrument. Vlad Sr. considered breaking out of jail for the sole purpose of getting away from his son’s horrible singing, but was unable to dig out due to Vlad Jr. hogging all of the spoons.

The Kin were overjoyed at the Olgimskys finally facing justice at last. There was a huge party in your favor. However, they were concerned. For better or worse, they were now a crucial part of the Town’s meat industry. With advice from the Town’s menkhu, Artemy Burakh, it was decided that they could wield this newfound economic role but in a way that no longer benefited solely the Town, but the Kin themselves as well. And you, Oyun, were devoted to continue to be their foreman.

Soot the bull somehow managed to fit back out of Saburov’s doorway with no harm to self, nor door. It was a true miracle to behold. Saburov became less of an ignorant clod about the Kin due to this.

AND YOU, OYUN… have the people’s respect. Not only that, but your own. The heavy weight that you felt that you’ve only been able to endure for so long because of your strength and large stature has evaporated away.

Rest easy, you overly large person, you. You have done well for the day, and I thank you for effort.

GOOD END.

Sorry for forgetting to comment on this action like with the other posts! I was really into the zone with writing this update! I guess I would say something like:

May Boddho caress your feet and your fists as well because you were finally going to do this. Timel Daa. B^)

The authornon who's been writing this: hey there because I like big round numbers i decided that I'm going to finish off with 5/5 actions done for the story. You can suggest one final action for oyun to take, and if not, I'll just write a little something on my own. I'm grateful for everybody who's played along with this little story and think you are awesome by the way!

oyun.... reflect on your many hues at the graveyard. a quiet end to a successful oyun day.

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