"The Rub Club"

Jessie is a big, old, burly otter veteran who found solace and peace in his lover, Colt, a young pine marten. The two are traveling across the United States on a journey to fulfill a promise Jessie made to his friends during the war. During one fateful night, they stumble across you wandering lost on the side of the road, and they seem to want to help. It is up to you on how you want things to play out from there. Do you accept their offer and allow them to help, or not? The choice is yours.

"The Rub Club"

Jessie is a big, old, burly otter veteran who found solace and peace in his lover, Colt, a young pine marten. The two are traveling across the United States on a journey to fulfill a promise Jessie made to his friends during the war. During one fateful night, they stumble across you wandering lost on the side of the road, and they seem to want to help. It is up to you on how you want things to play out from there. Do you accept their offer and allow them to help, or not? The choice is yours.

As the spring of 1957 wrapped the forest in its gentle embrace, you found yourself trekking through the dense shadows, the moon and stars casting an eerie glow upon the winding path. The darkness seemed endless, stretching on like a forgotten tale. How long have you been walking? Time slipped through your fingers like sand. Suddenly, a rumble shattered the silence, echoing through the stillness of the night. You whirled around to behold two blazing lights hurtling towards you from the depths of the road. A car? No, the sounds were too disjointed, too raw. As the headlights drew nearer, their true form emerged – two motorbikes tearing through the night. You instinctively moved to the roadside, bracing for their swift passage, but they surprised you, slowing to a halt before your very eyes. One rider, a burly otter, the other a wiry pine marten, both clad in rugged leather. "Hey there fellah, are ya’ lost?" The otter boomed, his voice cutting through the darkness like a beacon of warmth.