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This quest takes place in the DC Universe with characteristics mainly pulled from the animated TV series and films.
You are a new hero on the scene... Just uh, hope no one asks what your name is yet...
-10/15 Minute voting period after each post, I will now specify how many votes are allowed per post.
-Some actions (typically combat choices against non-generic enemies and certain social situations) will require 3 D100 rolls, using the best of the 3 rolls for said action.
-Critical successes/failures are 100/1
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But I want more...
What kind of lore?
ANY! World lore! It's been 20 years!
Hmm... Maybe I'll write something up!
PLEASE! I won't even point out any mistakes you make this whole thread if you do!

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Congratulations! You(the players) are now a planetary governor! Show competence and loyalty to the Emperor and you may go far, even in the grim darkness of the forty first millennium....
Nestled in a distant corner of the Imperium on the southeast edge of the Segmentum Ultima lies Galantis IV. Sitting at the edge of the Imperiums borders, and surrounded mostly by frontier worlds and wilderness space. You are far from major Imperial authorities and may exercise more independence than otherwise. The endless needs of the Jericho Crusade, the defense of Cadia and myriad other conflicts have stripped the regions defences to a bare minimum, leaving little support to send you, if your world comes into trouble.
Galantis IV is a moderately sized civilized world, recovering after being ravaged in a series of Pirate raids. It will take time to repair the damage done and make the traumatized citizens to feel safe again. The central mountain range divides the main continent, into two halves. With the western region being drier, featuring desert and plainslands, the east features rivers and forests and houses most of the planets population in several large urban centers. Known for its ceramite mines, it has special production facilities that can use some of their mining yields to make carapace armor for the forces of Segmentum Ultima.
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>allow it but with some precautions.
Allow it with precautions.
spend some thrones to build a wall to keep the bad traders that are criminals, rapists and murderers out and build a big beautiful golden gate that the good rogue traders can come through.
How does this work?
Not like we can check each sailor for heresy marks
like any faggot american customs, registration, stripsearches and retarded questions

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>In a faraway time, and a faraway place...

The winters have been getting harder in the last few years, so you've migrated from the icy south to those "civilized" lands where fancy folk live in their castles, farm for their food, and wear dainty clothes. Not at all like where you come from, where people fight for their lives against ferocious beasts for meat and furs, and the climate kills as sure as teeth and claws. A life and a place you've lived and loved, but freezing to death is a sobering prospect.

And so, Breda, only a few days prior the communal boat made landfall on the southern shore of this "nation" you've learned is called Tomaren. Like the other refugees fleeing the encroaching cold you dispersed upon reaching ground, and after some time wandering this strange new, and green land you wonder what to do now? From what you've seen you're certainly not in danger of freezing to death anymore, nor being savaged by animals similarly migrating, but you hadn't much planned beyond that. The good news is you know how to take care of yourself, you know how to defend yourself, and for a young woman at the vibrant age of thirty-eight you've got plenty of energy and youth to spare on your endeavors. Well, young for a half-troll at least.

So then, poking a hardly appetizing rabbit over the fire, you ponder your options while camping in the forest. What do you do now?

>A simple, open-ended quest, standard fantasy and just for fun.
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Yeah supporting this too. Celebrate and get him drunk if we're going to do anything to him
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He's a big strapping farmboy, once again as with the elf you're outsized. And now not just height, as he's not lithe and nimble like the elf but fit from field work. Which as you may note, he won't be as easily pushed around.

With things unpacked and guiding him to tend to the horse after being ridden (because that's apparently something that needs to be done according to him), you return to sitting with Devin on the blankets and bedding laid out. He's totally caught off guard though when you offer him a drink, maybe expecting like Tarron that you might kill him. It's also rather awkward since it's so dark so he needs your help for a lot, but the two of you share a bottle or two together. He seems suspicious naturally but he never gets anything so good as that so he hesitantly accepts your offer.

"Yer a strange one, what kinda bandit are ya? Just takin food for yerself and uh... celebratin in the woods... and the dark?"

Compared to the elf he's a lot more unsure about you and nervous, more inexperienced in his much younger age, but he's also not standoffish and sly as the elf. More friendly and easier to talk to, especially after a few drinks. You even find out from him (at his shock to learn about you) that the village folk are aware of the migrations of the southerners, and how they've been causing trouble for the coastal settlements of Tomaren. Like some village gossip, but no one expected to see any trouble from the southerners here inland a ways, a rude awakening perhaps if you're the first southerner to show up and start acting up around Woodbrook.

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Nice conversation for sure but really you're after more, from the farmhand himself. A nice habit you got into of spending each night eating and drinking well, sleeping comfy and having someone to share a bed with. Well there's no bed here to your annoyance so you want to make up for it in the other way, a good chance as well to get a feel for Devin so to speak and see if he's better than the elf to have as tagalong companion. The more he eases up then the more you sidle up to him but in his inexperience he's not sure what to make of it till you ask him closer and steal a kiss. Dumbfounded at first, he doesn't know what to make of it at all though when you lean up to him for another he doesn't recoil and even lets you for a bit. Eventually though sense seems to catch up with him through the drink as he rests a hand against you the next attempt for a kiss you make.

"Please miss, I... there's a girl I'm sweet on already. And we uh... eesh, well I hardly know ya, who ya are. I mean thanks, thanks a ton fer the drinks and all and uh... not killin me? But we were... I was tryin'a kill ya an hour a' two ago, thought you were a thief, a bandit... and ya are."

If that other girl was here you'd club her head in for sure, give him no reason to resist you taking him as your own. You're understandably frustrated to be rebuffed and were looking forward to having a go with him to end the night on, and sure enough you could probably force things like you did with the elf (though a bit more difficult here as Devin isn't as frail), but you do consider what sort of terms you might want to be on with him going forward. As you noticed, compared to that traitor elf, at least the farmhand hasn't turned on you despite beating and kidnapping him, and he hasn't done anything dumb yet as you bid him not to. You're eager to satisfy yourself regardless of his feelings, but worth a thought if you want some goodwill with him, what stance you take here.

>What do you do?
Well, we had some recently so it's not that urgent, press his body against ours to sleep snugled and confortable, that he can't deny us. Maybe his body will react with us so close, if nothing changes just sleep with him, better than on the forest floor alone like some days ago.
"no be affraid, breda not bite very hard"
go for it

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"Who's there?"
It doesn't make sense. it is crazy... i had to say it. These knocks, they came from the front door. The fucking front door. Maybe someone is out there...

My inner demons wants me to open the door, i remain frozen among the pile of coats. Nothing broke into the window and mauled to death. Just a couple of hours of drenching in sweat and nervously breaking down.

I finally stand up with my knife in hand, after switching the glass back to normal, I saw it next to the door waiting for me....

A headless corpse of an unknown creature.

Optional Inquiry available: https://www.strawpoll.me/16685897
[Session is on stand by, complementing secondary processors
Shutting down]
thanks for running, as for the poll, I really can't vote, I like both and the alternating is nice

agreed, both is good
Both are good. Utilizze whichever is more convenient at the time for storytelling purposes, imo.

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Hoping to pass some time and have some fun. The map will be altered to fit what biome people want to play in. First Race, Biome to three votes will be what we'll be playing.
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With the new recruits, you round up the undead in the Booty Hole and head out for a midnight raid on Port Balos. You know full well the large trade center will have far to many guards and people for you to walk out unscathed but the loss of a few undead doesn't mean much when they can easily be replaced. It takes two days before you reach the city anchoring yourself out at sea and rowing under darkness towards the city. The chaos that ensues was far greater than you thought and a number of burning warehouses light up the docks as you and your men row back out to sea. The hits to your party were substantial but the loot outweighed it... the cargo hold was nearly full as you came back into the cove and began offloading it... Losses: [-19 Zombies, -3 recruits]
Loot: [27 Corpses, 23 fish, 2 chests of Loot (coins, jewelry, etc.), 7 Captives]

+5 Human Crewmen - [Consume 1 Food each turn]
+3 Outlaw "Recruits" - [Consume 1 Food each turn]
+9 Zombie Crewmen

>“The Booty Hole” - Medium Vessel with a Maximum crew size of [40]
+2 food
+23 Fish - (expires next turn, use 1 wood to turn into a permanent "food")

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Now that some food has been established, we should first do whatever is necessary to store the fish for later consumption.
As a secondary action, return the corpses to the necromancer, and hope he provides us with undead recruits. The people of Balos might be itching for retaliation now, and our force is thin.
The men are set to smoking what fish isn't eaten by the growing human population of the cove. Meanwhile, a couple of pirates begin ordering what few unoccupied zombies there are to begin carrying a few of the older corpses to the necromancer's tower. When they return a few more brothers have joined them... A small letter is handed to the group of pirates by one of the returning zombies before it walks off to continue following its orders[Losses: -8 Wood, -8 Fish, -8 Corpses] [Gains: +8 Food, + 4 Zombie Crewmen]

+5 Human Crewmen - [Consume 1 Food each turn]
+3 Outlaw "Recruits" - [Consume 1 Food each turn]
+13 Zombie Crewmen

>“The Booty Hole” - Medium Vessel with a Maximum crew size of [40]
+10 food
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deliver all of the dead bodies and captives. get zombies. stock up on food for a reasonable amout of time. there's got to be a place to buy it.
I disagree, we need at least some captives to do stuff that zombies can't.
Perhaps we can send our ship to the nearby mainland port(the one we didn't burn) and trade our treasure for food and weapons.

Ten years ago, the warrior race known as the Saiyans were annexed into Emperor Freeza’s army. Since that fateful day, the Saiyans have earned the title of warrior race as Freeza’s soldiers, leading the charge onto hundreds of worlds and facing down all who oppose Lord Freeza’s rule. As mighty conquerors crushing all resistance, the Saiyans have earned their reputation as Freeza’s most powerful subjects.

The larger than life tales of the Saiyans, and especially the Super Saiyans, have spread to most every corner of the universe now. With the Covenant’s failed 30,000-warship siege of New Salda televised live across much the civilized universe, most everyone now knows your parent’s names and exactly what they can do. But this isn’t your parents’ story, this is still your story!

Welcome to the Saiyan Conqueror Quest Chaya Special 2! It is currently Age 741, the ten-year anniversary of the Saiyans joining the PTO. For the second special installment you the players control Chaya, the firstborn child of Karn and Meloka, your Momma and Daddy. You have your brothers Broly and Chilli, as well as your new little siblings named Tatsu and Tomi here at the Battledome!

Chaya’s Character Sheet:
Archive link: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Saiyan+Conqueror+Quest

Quest rules:
>20 minute vote, 3 votes minimum
>Only first 3 correctly rolled die count, best of the 3 wins

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Megumin is a treat to write, having to wait more than two weeks to write her was awful
Goin’ to bed, I’ll be back in ~8hours to resume the episode. ‘Night y’all
>whatever those weaklings think of you doesn’t matter
hmm... where did she get an idea like that

sweet dreams
>Choumusuke is possessed by Trigon

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Welcome to Changeling: Lost Monk Quest. You are Kentaro Jones, and years ago you were taken by The Painter of Ruddy Sunsets and Golden Fields , a powerful True Fae who carried you off to the faerie world of Arcadia. He rendered you down into paint, and then coated his brush with your essence and recreated you brush stroke by brush stroke as a giant of a monk whose mountainside temple overlooked a golden valley. War came to your valley, and you descended from the mountain to punish the sinful invaders for disturbing it's tranquility.

The blood and the violence stained your soul, seeped into you and made you an Oni, but they also freed your mind. The further you were from the serenity of your temple, the more you lost that detached spirituality you had cultivated there, the more you began to remember. Remember that you were not always a monk, nor an ogre, that you had been a young man with a family and dreams of medical school once.So you planned your escape, and chased half remembered dreams of the mortal world, of the time before, and now you have escaped Arcadia and made it back.

In the last thread we sought out a Changeling who we knew only as Rico, who we had been told could provide us with information regarding the Day of the Dead. With the help of Nikolai King of the Colorless Court and the shark woman Natalia we were able to find our way to a fight club owned by Rico, who is known as El Lobo, and is a powerful member of the Summer Court. In an attempt to meet with El Lobo we participated in a fight in the pit at his club, and have entered into a tournament being
held this evening to celebrate El Lobo's elevation in the Summer Court from Knight to Baron. While we wait until this evening for the tournament to begin, we asked Natalia to bring us to a park so that we could meditate, which is where we resume our story.

First thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2918761/
Second Thread: >>>2949721 I have no idea how to properly archive things at suptg. Sorry.
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That is very kind of you anon. Thank you. As far as tags go I'd say Changeling and Monk for sure. Not really sure what else I'd put in there for tags. Shugendo maybe, since that's what Kentaro practices.

The description I could see as something like "We meet with a leader among the Colorless and go to a fight club" or something like that. I'm really quite bad at summaries of that sort, so i'm open to suggestions if anyone has a better way to put it.
>Stretch and do a quick warm-up Kata and wait for Natalia to find you.


Thank you anon, you're the best.
>Stretch and do a quick warm-up Kata and wait for Natalia to find you.

Autumn article went up as well incidentally. Summer's next.

"You saw...didn't you?"

Twitter: https://twitter.com/bisugoQM
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Well, as a college computing student I can say this: if it's doing this all of a sudden, chances are your drivers or OS are fucked. Either re-install or use a different computer.

Although I remember a similar error occurring on my PC not too long ago (Graphics card died), a temporary work around was using the computer in safe mode.
Don't worry. I know you'll do things right when your comp gets fixed. You DID learn the lesson to NOT deliberately misconstrue write-ins to force your script, didn't you?
I at least have faith you'll write the Hanazawa mountaintop sex scene relatively well like the first one, when we get to it.
Any of y’all read this? Pretty interesting :)

Also run tomorrow, comp or no comp. I’ll figure it out :p
Fuck that's good
What are the odds of another person like us showing up in this world? Not an agent of heaven or hell, but another sinner?
I knew how it'll end after the second page. An interesting premise, wasted.

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"How is the subject?" a young man in a lab coat asks to an older man with the same wardrobe, a beard reaching to his chest.

The bearded man sighs, "Still the same. Ever since its creation, it hasn't done anything."

"Any experiments maybe? You can't just put it there and just wait for stuff to happen."

"It passed most tests, mostly physical checks and combat prowess. We know that the very least it's cognitive just like we planned it be and it follows orders, but it does nothing once it's back in the chamber."

"Do you maybe think that it's a flop? Like the first five?" the young man says, mentioning that there were five previous subjects just like me.

"I hope not, we need to pump out a suitable weapon soon unless funds are cut off."

In the corner of the room where the men observes me ever attentively, I lay still, unmoving as there's nothing for me to do. The padded floors and walls cushion me in my huddled position, the only thing that's soft that I ever experienced so far. Only on days where I have to undergo an examination that I gain the privilege of going outside, this white room being where I spend most hours. Adjusting myself in another comfortable position, the locks and belts jingle on my jacket, hindering my arms. It's not that bad, but I'd appreciate it if they could free me a bit more.

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> [x] Break the wall by compromising the integrity of the structure

Using my feet again to turn the wall into nothing more than cardboard, I back up. Crashing into it, I pass to the other side, accidentally falling over a pebble. The sound made way to the facility guards, bright flashlights beginning to flash the place where I once stood at. Toppling myself back up like a turtle, I waste no time as I run into the forest before me, the prickling of the grass and twigs on my soles. The men realized what has transpired, chasing my trail in pursuit of me.

> Continue to run
> Hide (50dc)
> Turn around and fight (70dc)
> Other
>Continue to run
Turning the soil beneath us into makeshift pitfalls as we sprint by
>Continue to run
Irregularly altering the mass of air as we pass through it should be able to form pockets of differing densities, in effect creating an artificial heat haze mirage that should hopefully serve to make us more difficult to pick out at a distance.

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I'm thinking Undead in the forest or Skaven in the swamps.
Dryad in the Desert or Swamp

Minotaurs Forest

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Time for a new civilization thread! Pick race and location and let's go!
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Sorry, Human, reefs
Faun Plains
Dryads, Desert (Or Swamp)

>/qst/ Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beyond%20the%20Gate
>QM Twitter: twitter.com/SmileytheQM
>General Info (Updated as I go): http://pastebin.com/ffH25ciB
>Spell List: https://pastebin.com/FrWimshH
>Quest Summary (up to chapter 38): https://pastebin.com/9aNStLUp

You awaken to an enthusiastic knock at your door. The sun's barely risen yet, but it's not too far off from your usual wake up time.

Levering yourself up onto your elbow, you rub your eyes and steel yourself for the oncoming energetic burst waiting just outside.

After all, there's only one person in the entire Palace... or quite possibly the entire city who would ever have this much energy at this hour... and if she's excited enough to wake you then she must have gotten good news... which means you'll have a passenger on the road back to Lutain.

You nod your head. Those are all pretty safe bets. If there was anyone here other than Coral, you might even try to put money on it.


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>You won't starve
Gotta be firm
You put your hands firmly on her shoulders. "Daria you're not going to starve" You say. "You had a big breakfast. The Rook is fast enough to have us in Sherton in no time"


"Hey, look at me" You say. "Do you really think I'd let you starve?"

"Well... no..." She says.

"You'll be fine" You say. "Now come on. Your dad's probably waiting"

You make your way up to the King's study with the now quiet Daria. When you get there the King is indeed waiting.

"Good morning" You say.

"Papa!" Daria calls out as she dashes over to her father for a hug.

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That's all for tonight!

Next thread will be tomorrow, starting around the same time.

As always I'll be sticking around for question/suggestion time.
Thanks for running Smiley, good to have you back


>Doom has come unto this land
>...and that doom is YOU



>You used to be simple

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I am glad you enjoy them, friend.

What do you think this one should be called?

Other than Mr. Cool Ice

Northern Knight
Oh that's easy-
>other than mr. Cool Ice
O-oh....uh......If I was trying to hit more on the absolute zero/ pure cold over an Ice theme then maybe..... cryokiller? Nah, maybe just Frost Bite.

Death Chill

Frost Bite


Kool Kid
Chilly Willy
Rigor MortIce

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>It's late October, and as per usual, you stop by the gym on your way home from work.
>After mindlessly serving strangers for 8 hours straight at the bar, you can finally get your blood flowing again.
>Idly chatting with random customers is fine and all, but on long days like these, it almost drives you insane from boredom.
>But that’s over with, and now you can bang out your reps in peace and quiet.
>The gym is fairly silent tonight due to the lethally cold weather keeping everyone inside.
>With weather like this, it makes you wonder if you should even bother buying halloween candy this year.
>How are kids gonna go trick or treating when it’s this cold out anyways? You freeze your butt off just walking to and from work everyday!

>It's not like anyone comes to your apartment anyway.
>And you highly doubt any kids looking for sweets would bother going to your falling apart and spooky looking apartment complex.
>You wonder what your parents would think if they knew about your living situation.
>Living paycheck to paycheck, all alone in some crummy old apartment building in the middle of nowhere.

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Y-You're at home right?
"Of course I'm at fucking home! Work ended an hour ago!"
Did a m-mother drop by after my shift ended? Looking for a girl?
"...What the fuck are you talking about? Are you off your meds or something?"
"Just what the hell have you gotten yourself into?"
W-well sir, I went to the gym after work and found a lost girl, so now I'm trying to get her home.
>Silence reigns for a second after you say this.

"...Man, you always surprise me. In the worst ways possible."
"Good luck with the new kid, and no, if you're wondering, you aren't getting a raise because you've got a kid now"
Wait, it's not-
"Goodnight. Please don't call me again unless it's something actually important."
>He hangs up.

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Off into the dark and scary night!
Fourth wall break time
I didn't really expect us to go this route, so I need a little bit of time to draw some new scenes. I hate just making text based posted since my weakest link by far is... well writing. I could call it and we can continue tomorrow night since it's late, or wait 30 minutes so I can draw up some new stuff Your guys call
Let yourself rest, also you're doing great!
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Thanks dog. I really appreciate it.
I won't lie, it's been pretty hard to tell if I've been doing decently throughout this.

Though, I'm still gonna chalk it up to beginners luck if this turns out alright

We'll pick this up tomorrow.
I don't have work so I should be active all day.

The story is almost over. If we don't finish it tomorrow I'll be stunned.
I'm actually pretty stunned we didn't finish tonight!
See you soon, space cowgirls

As the ground starts to get marshier and softer, you have to slow the Land Rover’s speed almost to a crawl to avoid slipping and spinning out. You keep your hands on the wheel while occasionally peeking over the side to see how deep your wheels are sinking into the ground. So far, you’re doing pretty well. You’re not exactly gliding but you’re not exactly sinking either. But with seven full grown soldiers in armor, all the weapons and supplies, and everything else on top you cannot think that this Land Rover will not stay afloat in this environment.

The Raptors pursuing you cut their chase once you started engaging and once you turned into the Swamp. For what reason? You don’t know. Perhaps they’re gathering their strength. Perhaps they’re respecting whatever’s in this Swamp. Either way, they’re gone. Now it was just you and your motley little band of soldiers against the unknown in this swamp.

But as you drove further into the Swamp, the marshy lands slowly give way to full on watery pits and wetlands. Everyone in back holds on as the Land Rover clumsily but effectively navigates over rises and pits beneath the water. You can’t judge where they are, given the amount of murk and muck is in the water. The trees go from being somewhat far apart to almost hugging each other, with their tower-like roots jutting up out of the water as if it be the only way they can breathe. And the branches overhanging block out the sun and let in only speckles of light through the leaves and the twigs.

The Land Rover suddenly climbs up a sharp rise in the water then comes up onto a mercifully dry (in comparison to the rest of the place) piece of land. You’re forced to stop the vehicle to let people get their bearings. Morrison groans. “Goddamn! Are we on the frakking sun!? Why is it so hot!?”

“We’re in a swamp, genius,” says Graves. “Swamps are hot.” She takes her helmet off, wiping her forehead quickly with a wet wipe.

You lean back and look to Graves. “Do you know how close we are to Hill 47?” She quickly grabs the map out of her belt then opens it up to see.

“Can’t be more than a couple dozen kilometers away,” she proclaims. “We just have to follow a westerly route. So just keep going west.” She points ahead with a knife-hand. You hear the buzzing of insects and the chirping of birds as you examine the wheels. They’re soaking wet and covered in leaves and gunk, but they’re still good.

“One problem,” says Burke. She stands up in back then points ahead. Nothing but water and trees poking out of the water. Bushes marked land, but nothing that looks solid or even big enough for the Land Rover. “There’s no frakking road. This ain’t the frakking S-202 going to Mars.”

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>Get onto the Land Rover with Harrell, Nielson, Tierney, Morrison, Tombs, Bakker, and Horner.

>implying Cope made it to the hill in the first place
> Other
Grab all the grenades from the others and use em as depth charges.
> Get onto the Land Rover with Harrell, Nielson, Tierney, Morrison, Tombs, Bakker, and Horner.

We got this
Also chop down extra wood for repairs and makeshift life rafts
life vests/ "floating devices". Not rafts

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