Spyware Service Provider is a game where you start as an ordinary computer user and become the most famous hacker in the worldIt's time for you to brush your teeth. Maybe there's time to check your computer for messages first.E-mail No new messagesInstant messagingNot a single notificationTeamspeakNo one else on the serverWhat do they all do? NewsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 35 (1d100)So, you're able to increase your profits by 150% by making an abridged report where you leave out divorced fbook guy's ex wife's current location and known racist status, and then offering more information for money. Divorced fbook guy sends you the $20, and quickly agrees and sends $30 more. He remarks that his wife being a racist is not new information to him, and he thanks you for the location. You know that lesbian cop might be upset, but you just made $50.On EmilyChurch's phone on teamspeak, you can hear some of the other restaurantgoers.He deserved to die at marriageShe deserved to die for liking l wordIf anything happens, lesbian cop will narcLesbian cop will narc no matter whatYou're reminded that lesbian cop would say that there is a statistical non-zero chance that bad things happened when exes got together, and therefore, exes should religiously never, ever get together or see each other ever again.Roll 1d100>(0-10) Murder at the strip clubComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448557Did you just roll for this or do you want us to roll?
>>6448572You may roll
Rolled 62 (1d100)>>6448608Thanks Wux
>>6448612'Tis not me
Hundreds of carriages line the soon-to-be battlefield, with men-at-arms pouring forth from them as the kingdom's first line of offense."Brace yourselves, everyone! The dead approach!" the older officer calls out.It doesn't take long for all hell to break loose. Before even the first hundred men storm the once-bountiful field, they are met by twice their number."Christ's blood... they're underneath us," the man in front of you mutters to himself.The look on the man's face is devoid of expression, save for one of rising terror.In contrast to the innermost banqueting fields of your realm, these lands are poisoned by filth and pestilence, brought about by the rise of the undead. Of all the kingdoms on this continent, none have found a permanent solution. Though they may be cut down, for every hundred you kill, countless more seem to rise in their place.It would seem the man is right, however strange it may be. They're somehow learning new tactics as well, their martial prowess increasing considerably.High above, countless crows soar as they circle the battlefield, while vultures waste no time descending upon the promise of a fresh meal.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443452>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
>>6443452>>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your gift
>>6443452>Her body is sent from Heaven! Claim your giftBold but stupid you say…
>>6443219lmao
In this thread, we will vote for the king/queen of /QST/. The path to the throne is paved with trials of strength, charm, intellect, and psychology. Choose wisely, Judges. The fate of our champion rests in your hands.
>>6447483every wux thread in a nut shell
>>6447482reptard is cancelled
>>6447617Nobody cares of your discord drama
>>6447617I don't think he would participate anyway.
>>6447620it's not from discord it's fact
First came the plague. It spread before any measures could be taken to stop it from infecting every part of the globe, killing nearly everyone it touched. Within weeks, tens of millions were dead. The streets: empty, forlorn. Those few who survived were in shock that, in the blink of an eye, advanced technological civilization could be destroyed so quickly, so completely. Then the dead started to come back to life.The first reports were dismissed as the results of severe trauma. It was simply too horrible, too fantastical to be believed. But the dead could not be ignored. Reanimated corpses, filled with lust to devour the flesh of the living, roamed the streets and killed and their mangled victims rose to join the horde. Depleted by the plague and overwhelmed by the number of the ghastly dead, government collapsed. Civilization still exists, but only in a few fortified outposts fighting to keep humanity alive.One of these outposts, beacon shining across the wild gardens and dark fens of the former US of A, is Atlantic City. Miraculously, you are a survivor, isolated and alone and, if you want to stand a chance of staying alive, you need to make it to that beacon. But to reach Atlantic City, you must first SURVIVE the rotten metropolitan corpse in which you huddle. To make it out, you must survive CAMDEN.[bold]*DUH DUH DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*[/bold]Welcome to SURVIVING CAMDEN
>>6443089First, as it must be, comes fashion. The clothing selection at the Cherry Hill Walmart is extensive, unfortunately, it got total trashed and some jackass arsonist wantabe got to it before you so there is less selection tat would otherwise be sggestioned. The following items are still salvageable, take your pick:6 Jordache Jeans that do not fit you2 pair of cargo pants that do fit you1 pair of cut off jeans that hug your ass5 pairs of materity pants that stretch nice but Frankie wouldn’t want nobody to find out you know6 puffie jackets4 plaid stle thick-woven workers shirts covered in gasoline6 packs of tighty-whiteys2 three-each packs of men’s boxers18 bundles of socks20 bundles of those ladys socks that only cover the lower part of your foot3 silkk socks1 pair of Air Jordans in your sizeComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6443090Wear 1 pair of cargo pants, store the other1 puffie jacket2 three-each packs of men’s boxers, open one up and wear one18 bundles of socks, wear one of them1 silkk socksWear the 1 lone work boot in your size2 Mr. Rodgers style cardigans, wear one of them1 pairs of flip-flops with flower fish designsThrow out the • Wifebeater (mustard stain)• Stretch pants (mustard stain)• Socks w/ holes (3 pairs)• Underwear (stained) (1 pair)
Sorry folks, I can't actually do this. Thought I was up to some real low-effort bullshit, but even that is too much. Hope some of the stupid shit I did manage to write made ya laff
>>6443987Yeah I'm laffin' great quest. here's some cereals.
>>6443987It's fine man, you can come back later, threads last months on this board
WAR!The Brotherhood of Steel has launched a dastardly surprise attack on the NVD, nearly killing you and Veronica Santangelo in a failed assassination attempt with a horrific new weapon of mass destruction. The Directorate is in the midst of internal shakeup as Boone and his team of special forces have been eliminated and the presence of the Followers of the Apocalypse are in flux. But these domestic issues pale in comparison to the attempts by Lost Hills in exerting their power over the nascent nation. Will the New Vegas Directorate weather this storm and come out stronger for it, or will this grand wasteland experiment fail and be lost to the sands of time? And what will the NCR do now that the Brotherhood and Directorate in a fight to the death? Will the mighty Caesar intervene on his heirs-apparent behalf? Only time will tell.
Rolled 54 + 4 (1d100 + 4)>>6448945Rollan' for Victor! Looks like we got heat on our dice tonight!
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>6448945Guess bombing the mountain pass?
Should we start rolling for the others Survivalist or are you going to post the DT and any modifiers?
>>6448972I’ll post them soon, wasn’t expecting the high rolls from you guys
>>6448965>>6448963>>6448946Damn gentlemen this counterattacknis going swimmingly
Menthol and ash charge through the wittled sensory systems of your body and brain. The date is 2121, April 19th. Planet of habitation is MundiTri. Residence is the glass megabloc, 1287. Apartment of warrant is A-C, 433. Your name is undefined- lost to the lizard brain. If it remains alive- if intangible- it is drowning in the depths of your employers' ever burgeoning digital database. Your credit must have tapped out two or so days ago, and you have but your one job to rein everything in. You are EDS Sentry Officiator , as far as the world is to be concerned.What actions will you take, Officiator?
Apartment A-C, 433 stands uniformly alongside its' dozens of other externally identical box-doors. You know these few things sitting on your skin and directly ahead of your scrying eyes are certain:1. A 32 round shoulder-holstered pistol grinds heavily between your jacket and shirt.2. T. Tanaka, Liuetenant (211) is your 'patrol' partner. He stands at an attentive posture, wearing your same uniform, however with a greater pride and dignity in what its' shallow navy represents. He is here on 'evaluation', after an extended bout of 'unproductivity' in your work output.3. The felon beyond the door, one Oscar M, is guilty of numerous misconducts. Usage of digital networking programmes whilst failing to either register or appropriately update personal information. Deliberate furthering of inflammatory, harmful, or disinformative ideas. Stochastic . Publishing of liably threatening claims and/or statements. Disturbance to public peace. Accusation of unauthorized firearm ownership and usage. Predictive modelling of antisocial and criminal behavior by your employers' Automated Intelligence frameworks suggest risks of stochastic terrorism, domestic terrorism, et cetera...You are to gain access to his residence, and provide appropriate punishment. As of current circumstance 5 - 15 years incarceration is appropriate.
>>6441395>Take position beside door so as not to get ventilated by felon>Knock and declare warrant>If they don't comply, move to breachWrite-ins are cool and all, QM, but it doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing
>>6441434>It doesn't hurt to offer some possible choices when starting out just to help players understand what they're capable of doing.Thanks, noted.>Take position beside the door so as to not get ventilated by the felon.As you press your body flush against the uneven orange-skinned bloc wall, the world seems to arise into a sharp focus in your dull mind. You notice Tanaka does the same, his pistol- the standard carry Elevé HK, with its structure like a staircase, building down to the flat- rectangular barrel. You notice the faint wailing of a domestic dispute that echoes across from the other end of the squared floor. You notice the excretion of some vile nox through the dark gap between the neighbors door and the apartment floor. The realization comes- with any moment, any second, any misstep, this debased and shameless place can snuff the little pathetic life left flickering in you. Tanaka speaks hushed, as if the door is a powder keg awaiting its' explosion: "Compat Sentry? You must access the apartment, as you are undertaking evaluation I cannot do this for you." >Knock and declare warrant.You strike the door firmly, rattling it in its' hinges. The afformentioned noise of the bloc prattles on, A-C 433 greets you with silence. You try again after 5 seconds, a silent greeting once more is received. You raise your aching voice out of your dessicated throat, recalling those a few trite lines of the euphemastic speeches you recited in training: "Tenant of...A-C 433! This is the EDS attempting to gain entry into your residence! You may allow entrance yourself, or we may gain entry ourselves!" Still whatever resides within remains defiantly detached from the bloc. Even the other tenants do not change their tunes, nothing you do bothers them, yet.>If they don't comply, move to breach.There are several ways to access the interiors of the apartment, listed-A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).B. Use an EDS numeration card to rid the door of its' locking mechanism. You don't have yours, due to the chemical immolation of your brain, Lieutenant does have his however.C. Unholster your HK, fire into the apartment through the door. As an escalation of physical force from the punishment of initial arrest, you need something to justify why this was necessary. As of the moment you do not have justification, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to acquire it within the apartment following the breach.D. Lieutenant seems more qualified or competent than you, perhaps he has another method of entry? This is a nebulous hope, you are both only Sentrys after all.
i did not mean to make that much of it blue text ._.
>>6441548>A. Square yourself at the door, thrust it down with your shoe's hard rubber heel. The build is flimsy, as well as cheap to replace (for the EDS at least).EAT MY WARRANT, MOTHERFUCKER
Deep under the mountains there are some who say only the darkest of evil lurks below ground. Some say only goblins, beastmen and orcs hide waiting for naive travellers eager to quickly move across the abandoned underground tunnels for quick access to the path that leads from the most advanced industrious prosperous gnome republics to the cities of marble and elven royalty where pure sliver minted Yati coins are plenty.Yet only those who were told tales passed down by their dwarven elders and their slowly dwindling down grandfathers and mothers numbers of knew of their ancient buried city of Kazmeri. The city described as being leagues ahead of the most technological civilizations and industrial might that makes most tools sourced from the ancient city to be worth a man's life twice over.You, your brothers and sisters ([bold]Note this is the posters who respond. A group in a rough size of 500 dwarves.[/bold]) sick of burning to death steadily from the heatwaves rising in temperature every 10 or 20 years finally decide to rediscover your homeland, your culture, ancient texts and the secret of what brought down the greatest empire of all time.All you have to guide you is a single map drawn by a crazy old man clearly waning memory carved deep into a stone tablet... (the map being poorly made is also that bad in the story.)
>>6441174Start digging
Two months ago a new disease was discovered out of sub Saharan Africa and began to spread like wildfire rapidly infecting nearly 15% of the world's population worldwide. This would have been incredibly alarming if the disease had not been very mild, only giving those infected a mild cough and was only dangerous to those who were very old or sickly. The disease would have probably even been fully ignored if it weren't for how widespread it was. A month after its discovery something changed; those infected with the disease worldwide became enraged and violent. The world is crumbling and you must do your best to survive it.You are Corporal Andrew Foch of the 75th ranger regiment machine gunner, expert on infected and guest of the coast guard aboard the Cutter Richard Snyder. In the last week or so you were separated from the mixed group of special force operators you worked with by a helicopter crash, joined up with a remaining coast guard ship, secured a source of fuel for it and finally formed a team and scavenged several new firearms for yourself and the ship. Now your traveling north along the US eastern seaboard toward Newport Rhode island to join up with a flotilla in the area. Past Threads: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Dead%20America%20Quest
You quickly fall prone kicking out the bipod on the MK48 aiming down the red dot sight even as matias falls prone next you. The rest of your team are already shooting Hednerson, Brown and Sullivan firing as fast as possible with their individual weapons. Sighting in your land the red dot of the optic on the chest of an infected young man wearing a jersey and a pair of denim pants slowing your breathing even as the crowd charges you you pull the trigger sending four rounds of 7.62 into his chest. Even as the young man falls, your switching targets to a heavy set woman whose mouth was peeled back in a soundless scream pulling the trigger all you hear from your gun is a loud click instead of a series of suppressed 7.62 rounds. Training takes over as you shout “GUNS DOWN! Matias cover!” The young man begins to fire his M16 rapidly as you come up to you knees and begin the process of yanking the gun open to get a look at it seeing the stoppage had been caused by a round that was still in the chamber of the gun with a very well defined firing pin strike on the primer. A thought crosses your mind on whether or not this was ammo from the James or not and if all that ammo was stored badly or something. Shaking your head clears your mind. Do you want to take the time to clear the stuck round or do you want to draw your handgun and hope your team can handle the horde without the MK48?Note failure to clear the dud round which will be a roll will put you into personal combat which will be dangerous for you while drawing your handgun will be dangerous for your team and charges>Clear the malfunction>Draw the Sig p320>>6448677Yes it saved you a little otherwise the MK48 would be fully dead until you took it apart
>>6448790>Clear the malfunctionCover me dammit
>>6448790>>Clear the malfunctionwe gotta protect Matias
>>6448790>>Clear the malfunction
>>6448374sorry guys
Your name is Vincent Cruz. You work in a shady government-backed facility in the middle of the New Mexico desert. In a turn of events, you are now a footnote to the Powers That Be. To them, you've actually proven yourself to be useful, thanks to a very lucky break involving one of your anomalies.After all, you're a researcher for the Abnormality Regulation Coalition (also known as ARC), tasked with containing and studying paranormal entities on their behalf. You've always had a knack with the anomalous, even before you ended up here, ever since that chance encounter with a certain HEART.You're great at making the worst out of a bad situation, at least. You've got friends, you've got cash, and you've got the attention of ARC. As long as you keep this pace up, you should be just fine!As for what happened over the last day or so?You got yourself entangled in a series of mysterious contracts from a masked soldier. You've already completed the first one with little challenge, so hopefully the remaining two will go over smoothly.You managed to stabilize NOWHERE'S SOMMELIER's condition, without outright 'resolving' her (which might've killed her if it was like IN LIMBO). She's going by Kiera now, and she should be sticking around for a good long while as a new coworker.You got two brand new anomalies, THE OTHER SIDE and STATIC ANGLERFISH. You've already met STATIC ANGLERFISH before, so you already know a decent amount of his tricks. The other anomaly is going to take a while to figure out, given that even ARC doesn't know what risk level to classify it as.You had a nice, long talk with Rudolf, which illuminated some interesting details about why you were dragged here. You also learned some fun facts about Harvester anatomy and the politics of both ARC and the SPONSORSHIP COMPANIES.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6448714>Little Miss Mold x2>SEATIME MOLD x3>Sorta yes? Hire him to look out for DEERFOX SHADE for the next day or so. (-$50, should buy you some time to prepare 199X for the inevitable reunion.)
>>6448714>SEATIME MOLD x3>Little Miss Mold x2 >Sorta yes? Hire him to look out for DEERFOX SHADE for the next day or so.
Remind me again lads, have Angel and Fet met each other? Does Angel know Fet is an anomaly trying very very hard to be a helpful human? Do you think he'd find that sort of aspiration praiseworthy, or would he hate Fet for it instead?
>>6448714>Little Miss Mold x2 (MOLD + SUNSHINE YELLOW BLOOD. A sophisticated mold for a sophisticated cat. Offers heightened reflexes and foresight, allowing them to avoid otherwise impossible to avoid attacks.)>SEATIME MOLD x3 (MOLD + BIOLUMINESCENT BACTERIA. Imbues the consumer with a weak antimemetic property, rendering them incredibly forgettable to others. A great escape and infiltration tool.)>Sorta yes? Hire him to look out for DEERFOX SHADE for the next day or so. (-$50, should buy you some time to prepare 199X for the inevitable reunion.)
>>6448919Angel found FET in his broom closet and almost tried to kill him but got a feeling it was a bad idea to hurt FET, so he left our fellow human alone. That's how we first learned of Angel too. I don't think they've seen each other since then.
The tension is palpable as you navigate the chilly limestone corridors of the Hall of the Elders, ascending the now-familiar staircase and crossing over the blue carpet which leads to the massive oaken table in the shape of a half-circle. 'Sindiira Torani, Speaker of the Town,' reads the steel placard set before your designated seat. Assuming your place, you double check the fastening of your gauntlets and await the arrival of the other members of the Council of Elders for this morning's meeting, shifting your armored weight uncomfortably. How the High Captain attends every meeting in full plate without fail is a mystery.It was established last night that an army of forces most nefarious marches on Everlund, House Delyl's own forces amongst them. While the possibility of petitioning neighboring cities for reinforcements was raised last night, the High Captain remained adamant that Everlund's army is sufficient to defend it from any threats that may arise. 'We can't run crying to to Alustriel every time the city is in danger,' he stated verbatim.One by one your peers shuffle in. Prompt to arrive is Sten, who has refused to abandon his armor, opting to drape a fur cloak over himself and consider the matter concluded. Likewise, the Priestess of Corellon attends in her ceremonial armor, foregoing protection from the cold entirely. Minutes later, Emitia arrives, favoring a coat of dark fur over a midnight green dress, as befits the season. The Keeper of the Bridgers assumes his place, wearing black padded armor over a wool shirt to retain his warmth.Predictably, the High Sorcerer arrives late, and has not altered a thing about his attire, arriving in the audacious marigold robes that befit him, his black gloves pulled securely over his hands. Taking his seat, he leans the chair back, resting his feet on the table and folding his arms, rocking to and fro. "Shall we get started?" He asks.
>>6448754Rather than camp with the army, Luaue has ventured into the woods nearby, rehearsing the sword dance that you have performed with her countless times during your instruction with practiced ease. The Nelgetha gleams with the radiance of the crescent moon, humming softly as it slices through the surrounding dark. You observe her for several minutes, leaning against a tree for support as she traces sinuous motions with her blade, unaware of your presence. Only when she concludes the flawless routine does she notice you from the corner of her eye, nearly jumping in place until she comes to recognize you seconds later. "S-Sindiira. Don't sneak up on me like that," she says, her profile reflexively minimizing itself.You chuckle, a rare laugh from you that has grown more common in recent days. "Stand tall, girl. You wield your weapon as a true Ilythiiri warrior. Let me train you for twenty more years, and you will be deadly enough to become a qu'el'saruk."The girl beams, rushing to embrace you. Before you can ward her away, she has already captured you in her arms, her constriction threatening to suffocate you. For once, you reciprocate, returning her affection and wrapping your arms around her. It feels right.
>>6448755As the night deepens, the first watch shift assumes their posts while the majority of the army retires for the night. You briefly have a strategy meeting with the other key figures to determine your roles for the inevitable confrontation, affording you the choice of how to participate in this battle. You are most comfortable in the vanguard. It is how you are accustomed to fighting and will put you at the very forefront of the conflict, as well as where the Orb Alur style is at its most effective - engaging multiple opponents and breaking up groups and formations for your allies to pick off. Oddly, Amaranth has volunteered to stand at the front. A prepared magician can be difficult to kill, yet his willingness to be in melee distance is a testament to his confidence and experience.The option is also available to join Sten in the cavalry. While you yourself have no horse, one of his men will be able to ferry you such that you can contribute to flanking, shock, and pursuit. It would be rather dramatic, and assuredly where you could be the most disruptive, even if it would involve delaying your entry into the battle.Last, you can join the rearguard. The least exciting place in the formation, you nevertheless understand as a commander that it is among the most important. As your force has the better defense and superior shock, the best chance that your enemy has of defeating you is encirclement or ambush. Moreover, Arara and the fabled darthiiri marksmen will be in the center of the formation, making defending the rear doubly imperative. As such, both Luaue and Lael will be at the back to ensure the safety of the center and shore up any gaps should it come to it.After some consideration, it is decided that you will be joining...>The vanguard.>The cavalry.>The rearguard.
>>6448757>The vanguard.Wouldn’t have it any other way.
>>6448757>>The vanguard
>>6448757>The CavalryOur guy fucking loves horses.
The Outriders have recovered from their last hunt for research artifacts and are ready for another assignment. Meanwhile the recently-cured Fogland refugees have been developing their crafting, engineering, and farming skills, while their raptors fed upon the bodies of all The Tribes' many would-be-conquerors.What comes first for The Three Tribes of Raptor Fields?>1) Our research is nearly complete.Send The Outriders out again to track down the last few ancient science books we need to understand all the technology currently available to us.>2) The refugees are ready for a new home.A contingent of fogmen have been cured of their madness, and their pet raptors have since consumed the enemies of The Tribes before our gates while our riders were abroad. They are ready to reclaim their home and establish safe trade to the city of Mongrel.>3) Return to our roots.The nearby town of hilltop was hastily abandoned during the famine, and some valuable resources may yet be recovered by retracing our steps.>Write-In)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6438860>>6438895>>6439797The Cyan Hive is setting out on their pilgrimage to their overrun homeland for the first time as a fully trained and equipped unit. They've already crossed paths with another band of Hungry Bandits, and the raptors feast once more before Beep stepped forth to the West, once again victorious. Will Beep...> follow the plan, settle between home and the city of Mongrel, and establish trade?> conquer all before him and saturate the region with fogmen? > pass through The Foglands, and face The Cannibal Tribes of the western plains? > [Write-In] :
>>6439829>PicrelatedBeep has taken control of the tribe's fogmen and their raptors, now they head off into the Northwest. An errant Slavemonger patrol has already crossed their path and been put down like the dogs they are. They pause just long enough for the ever-hungry raptors to reduce one of them to nothing but his metal plated boots and a puddle of blood seeping into the sand. Beep takes the lead once more with his faithful red raptor Ignicauda at his heels, will he..> follow the plan, settle between home and the city of Mongrel, and establish trade?> conquer all before him and saturate the region with fogmen?> pass through The Foglands, and face The Cannibal Tribes of the western plains?> [Write-In] :
> pass through The Foglands, and face The Cannibal Tribes of the western plains?
>>6440590Perhaps it's the yearning for central leadership inherent to all hivers, perhaps it's the void left behind by the fogmen's lack of a queen, or maybe it's simply the raw charismatic gravity of Beep's strong and direct leadership style, whatever the reason, the hive falls into line behind Beep quite naturally as they make good time on their journey. The Fog Hive passes successfully through the regions of Heng and Vein before tragedy strikes just of the edge of the Foglands. Wandering bands of starving bandits have been harrying the hivers since leaving the walls of Raptor Fields, and each has fallen before the might of Beep and his entourage without posing much challenge. However, upon inspection, our own strength appears to be our undoing. A highpower heavy bolt from one of our newly equipped masterwork springbat crossbows (specialized for close range targets), was found in the dismembered leg of one of our noble princes. An apparent case of friendly fire, born of poor marksmanship and bad formation lines.The esteemed Praetorius now lays unable to walk or run on his own. And the gauntlet of the Foglands still lays between the hive and it's destination in the cannibal plains.What are The Mighty Beep's orders?> Have one of the heavy drones throw the prince over their shoulder and press forward. The hive is strong, and we shall not be stopped! The city of Mongrel lays ahead, we can check their robotics shop for a new leg along the way.> Send for an outrunner to retrieve on of our tribe's artisanal specialist-grade legs to be delivered from Raptor fields, a short delay and a fast runner should be all it takes to make the delivery and have Praetorius running faster than ever> We do not need the tribes, our hive is strong! We can rebuild him, we have the technology. The most skilled robotics expert in all the three tribes is our own Principo, who crafted the stockpile at Raptor Hills himself. If we settle the edge of the foglands, as we planned before Beep's ascendancy, Principo can build a new limb himself.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6438874>>6438902>>6439770>>6439788Sanguine & Seto sidle up to the morning muster, both riding chainmail-laden bulls. Gecko lumbers up behind them, armed, mailed, and saddled, but without a rider. It's been days since Beep and the hivers all suddenly geared up and left yelling "Beep is the strongest!" >Sanguine: "Alright you lot, Chief says you've dragged your feet long enough. We've got one empty saddle left for the salvage ride. Either one of you steps forward now, or we all draw straws." > [Choose the last Jr. Outrider for the salvage mission, and view stats.]> "Beep and The Hivers are still one of the three tribes!" [Step forward and volunteer to lead a new mission a new mission]> [Write-In]
HISSSSSS!CLANK!The bars to your cell slam shut. Some of the other inmates in your unit are still rowdy as they taunt and jeer at one another or the prison staff."NIGHTTIME! SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO SLEEP!" one of the guards yells before stepping back into the control center of your unit.Yeah, just another typical day has gone by here. It's been a long time now since your sentence first started—at least a little over a year, anyway. You sigh deeply, reminiscing about the way life used to be.One of your first nights here, you remember crying, never thinking things would end up like this. Looking back on it now, you had things locked down at least somewhat decently. You had a promising career path, you were in a relationship, and you had your own place."Shut the fuck up," you say to your inner monologue, trying to stop the thoughts from invading.Christ, not again... you think to yourself, the tears welling up in your eyes. A single tear trickles down your cheek. How long has it been since you had a reaction like this? What's the fucking point in getting all sentimental again? You know all too well how that went the last time. Nobody cares about your feelings here. You've been forced to keep your survival instincts at their maximum for a long while now.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6439262>>I'm trying to better myself, that's the goal
>>6438328Thanks for running.
Rotation please come back and run more marvel so these freaks can't frontload your quest with cringe
>>6441575+1 Yeah man, come back to Marvel, I'm excited for the first Spider-Man encounter
QM, new Marvel thread?
Your friends and family slowly stopped associating with you. Something about a social media bubble you were supposedly in, which caused you (once an almost-respectable and mild-mannered young man) to become a jaded and paranoid college drop out who constantly talked about increasingly fringe and controversial obsessions (the WEF, Soros, et al.). You also became obsessed with an imminent end-of-the-world event. You weren't sure when or how it was all going to crumble. But you knew it would happen sooner rather than later. You got a miserable job at Amazon and worked as much overtime as you could and bought some land a few miles off a state highway in Kentucky. Over a few months, you spent every extra dollar buying supplies and stocking them up at your land. You thought you had at least a year or two before you'd need to move up there permanently. But, as it turns out, the "happening" came far sooner than even you expected. You're still not really even sure what's going on. But the power's flickering in and out, buildings are blowing up, and people are panicking. You barely made it out of town, and the journey up the interstate wasn't easy. But you finally made it. It's mid-March. So weather won't be a problem. Yet. You had shared your plans with a handful of other people, mostly people online. It looks like some of them actually made it. (Pick 3)>Anthony Pierce- Fellow chud. Big muscle-head, strong as an ox. Decent shot. Warrior mentality. Age 26. >Kelly Liu- Daughter of a Chinese oriental doctor. Knows a decent amount about traditional medicine, botany, and mushroom foraging. Knows how to make fermented foods. Age 23.>Ernie Goins- Older, spent his life as a handy man. Jack of all trades. Age 58.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6440855Current Food: Three square meals >Maintain>Decrease (specify)Current Water: Well hydrated>Maintain>Decrease (specify)Hygiene: Frequent useYOU ARE OUT OF HYGIENE PRODUCTSCurrent Tasks:Eric:Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
waiting for great minds to solve this
>>6440860Maintain foodMaintain waterAdd to eric tasks fishingAdd to kelly tasks make hygenie productsSoap from animal fats , shampoos from plants , her needs from plantsNew structureA bathroom: bath/outhouseExpeditionEric and butch to survey the surrounding area
>>6440860We still good?
>>6440860Thanks for running. I had fun.
Bread buest is a quest where you... you... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I forgot, do you remember ?
>>6445431"No. Watch this." Hop in the toaster, become toast, meet the wizard, and fulfill your destiny.
>>6445509I forget, weren't we made of felt and pipe cleaners. Or was that just a metaphor
>>6446362Yes, you are not real bread, also lost the device with the original bread master so I'm undead now.
>>6445509"I don't think you should hop into that thing, you're made of felt and stuffing after all"
>>6447812"Thank you for the warning. I'll head to the abandoned town now." Do a little bow, take the toaster, and head off in a direction we haven't been without waiting for the map.
The First of Her curses was a variant of toxoplasma, which turned people into mindless zombies. The Second of Her curses was that 80% of humanity turned into trees. The Third of Her curses was the resurrection of the Fey.
>>6438816Not a runner just giving advice. Do your own thing or with OP
>>6438791Come draw in my quest >>6437631
>>6438837Nice, I'm coming to draw too.
>>6437917THAT'S the damn quest name! I forgot that ho.
>>6437757Thanks for running.
