VRRRRRMMMMMMThe sound of the engine in your 18-wheeler reverberates in a crescendo of alternating cadence as it cruises down the interstate.Your dip sits in it's container next to you, you take out a packet and start to chew slowly, sipping on your Monster Zero Ultra as the radio plays today's pop music in it's usual rotation. "This is Horny Rodent, traffic coming up towards Utah is outrageous.. over," an accented voice says over your radio. "Shit, just what I need.. bad enough I'm behind schedule as is," you say out loud to yourself. In that instance you put your foot down on the gas flooring it into the truck itself and the engine screams as it pushes itself to it's limit, you're not just speeding down this section of highway, you're a demon on wheels. A minute passes by and you see red and blue lights making their way towards you from your rearview mirror, "son of a bitch! I can't lose my job," you tell yourself as you dip and weave with the expert precision of a 250lb roadhog. You check the rearview once more and then..CRUNCHSNAPIn just mere minutes you're looking up at the sky from outside your cargo truck, your limbs in places they shouldn't be, if those ones are even attached to you at all. The area surrounding you is in chaos, the traffic from earlier escalated as your 18-wheeler added a devastating impact to numerous vehicles in the mix.The pain is overwhelming, if only you could scream, if only you could call for help in some way. The police lights close in on your location, you close your eyes and your vision is soon washed away in a white light. Your last thoughts being...>The time a lot lizard told me I was her best lay>Winning the Texas Regional Speed Eaters Cup>Rolling up my coffee rim and winning my Ford F-150>Something else (enter your own option)
>>6379538>Winning the Texas Regional Speed Eaters CupI can still taste the deep-fried polecat...
>>6379538>>Winning the Texas Regional Speed Eaters Cup
>>6379538>Winning the Texas Regional Speed Eaters CupYep, we got 'er done, son.
>Winning the Texas Regional Speed Eaters CupThe white light slowly tempers itself down, revealing the setup of the annual TRSEC. For the uninitiated that's a speed eaters cup, hell of an amount of competition too showed up when you competed last year. Yet nobody could hock down polecats, burgers, and cobbed corn quite like you could, barely even needing to swallow air or take a sip of the water provided, no shot in hell son.You chuckle amusedly to yourself, walking up to your own mirage and sliding your hand down the cup. "Yep, we got 'er done, son," you say looking proudly at your illusionary face. Suddenly, the cup itself glows as your hand trails away from it, a small humming noise begins to drum from the cup itself, raising itself into a throbbing and powerful vibration that can't be ignored."H'wat in the goddamn.." you can't finish your sentence, the cup releases itself from your illusion and flys itself straight into your body, embodying itself into you. The feeling is weird, foreign, but you quickly adapt and it leaves you feeling... powerful?Gained the special ability 'GLUTTONOUS SWALLOW'You're ability to endure pain has significantly increased!The feeling of power continues to ebb and flow inside your very being, it doesn't stop and alongside it a feeling of insatiable hunger churns in your belly. You look around at your surroundings and see some stray objects that were in the cab of your truck laying around, you decide to eat..>The can of Monster Zero Ultra>Your entire Pantera CD discography>The entire container of your tobacco chew>Focus on your hunger, try to master and tame it
>>6379556>>Your entire Pantera CD discographyInb4 we get turned into an elf bard girl
>>6379556>>Your entire Pantera CD discographyWe cant lose them classics!
>>6379556>Your entire Pantera CD discography
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yRxg8yVhbQY>Your entire Pantera CD discographyYour eyes are drawn to the pile of Pantera CD's laying stacked one ontop of another within your dream. You make your way over to them and get an overwhelming urge to.. CONSUME.Like a ravenous beast you tear the cases apart one by one and chomp down on the materials containing the hardest, bad to the bone, guitar shredding band known to Southern America. Hell, arguably the whole world, suddenly.. a vision.As you lay their, your gluttony satisfied for the time being, a man flashes and appears before the dismantled album cases, it's Dimebag Darrell! You rub your eyes in disbelief, he's still here, standing in front of you. No words are said but he simply smiles and nods at you, shapeshifting into an electric guitar with the stars and stripes of your previous homeland emboldening a design across the instrument."Call upon my name, and receive the talent of the gods at your fingertips," the voice of Dimebag bounces around in your head. Gained the special ability 'BARDIC SHREDDING'Your ability to persuade, intimidate, and inspire is significantly increased!Just as fast as the vision started, it ends..You wake up, groggy as hell, laying on your back. The soft grass tickles the skin across the back of your neck as you quickly not only find yourself out in some strange woodland area, but you see a very small feminine figure rummaging through scattered belongings that mark the way around you. >Call out to the stranger>Try to get the jump on this bandit>Stay silent, get yourself together, and try to slip away>Other (Enter your own option)
>>6379581>Other (Enter your own option)STONE COLD STUNNERAlso shit yes Panterahttps://youtu.be/kGNHwLicV2g
>>6379581>Try to get the jump on this bandit
>>6379581>>Try to get the jump on this banditSecond ammendment on this bitch
>>6379581>>Try to get the jump on this bandit
>>6379581>Try to get the jump on this banditGit yer hands off my property
>STONE COLD STUNNER>Jump the banditRoll a 1d20Highest of 3 takes itDC IS 8
Rolled 11 (1d20)>>6379597
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>6379597WHAT!
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>6379597
>>6379602Jesus Christ, we got em
>>6379602By gawd
ROLLED A 20!You'll be goddamned if you're gonna be taken advantage of by some thief.You scramble up to your feet as majestically as possible, the plush, soft grass beneath your feet giving no indication around your immediate environment that your otherwise heavy set body is upright again. Slowly and steadily you make your way towards the mysterious stranger, step by step only inching you closer.YA DONE GOOFED WITH THE WRONG TRUCKER FOOL! You scream out when you finally make it right behind the robber. The woman tries to turn around quickly, but it's already far too late. You wrap your hands around the woman's neck and fly yourself forward in the air, the weight of your body and gravity pulling her down with you is too much for her lithe body to handle. SLAMA STONE COLD STUNNER!The echo of your triumphant finisher cascades in your immediate surroundings causing any animals who were present to leave, your would be thief is now knocked out cold, and not getting up any time soon it would appear. You scramble to remove her hood to reveal a frail woman with strange, knifelike ears. "What in the goddamn?" You say to yourself. Her long, platinum blonde hair covers the back of her head, resting beneath the light weight of her body by her shoulders. Inspecting her clothing more closely, you catch a badge attached to her that reads 'Surveyor Of Foreign Energies', huh.. weird. The frail body of the young, pale woman is limp. You don't think you killed her, but any passerby could easily be fooled. She has some equipment on her, a short sword with a strange language written across it's sheathe that shimmers an ever so slight radiant aura, and some sort of small, circular shield that does the same. Seems she's gathered some of your things, the energy drink you had earlier, and your tobacco dip. You quickly grab both these things, you realize something feels different about them, though you're not quite sure yet you do however get the feeling that maybe you shouldn't use either of these right away. Part of you feels bad for manhandling such a pretty gal the way you did, but what else were you supposed to do, get robbed by a pretty face? Too many run-ins with the lot lizards at the gas stations have taught you differently. Still.. you get a parting feeling that maybe she's not so bad.>Stay with her until she wakes up.>Get the hell out of there, she's going to be pissed when she wakes up.>Get out and take her strange equipment with you.>Get out but hide her body so nobody else does something to her
>>6379644Restrain her to a tree and wait until she wakes
>>6379644>>Stay with her until she wakes up.Now little knife ear, you will answer some questions of mine. Is there anything nearby we could tie her up with so she doesn't make to escape when she wakes up?
>>6379644Let's hog-tie her to a tree 'til she wakes up, and make sure there ain't no knives hidden in her sleeves or nothin'.
>>6379648We can always use her clothes if there's nothing else
>>6379652Nah, ours oughta do just fine. See, if she realizes we've stripped her clothes she'll be shook, and might shush up, but if we use our own sweaty shirt, we'll get to see by her reaction exactly what kind of woman we're dealing with.
>>6379652We trying to negotiate. Stripping her would be the greatest faux pas out there besides fuckin her.
>>6379649>Restrain her and waitRoll a 1d20 No DC highest number simply determines the quality of the restraintBest of 3
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>6379679
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6379679Ah hell, here we go
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>6379679AND THAT'S THE BOTTOM LINE
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>6379679
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>6379679Can we go 7 > 8 > 9 > 10?
Damn we suck with ropes
Writing an update later today
