ITQ you will buy and sell goods, find a place to live, basic Jobs, and things to do to live through a zombie apocalypse. Zombies are slow. Plenty of things can maim or kill you. Zombie bites can be treated, but there are side effects, or you may screw it up and die. So let's avoid that, OK?You stand in line among several other people, anonymous faces, you didn't count them. You've not seen them before. Some in shoes, some barefoot, one with a blood stained spear, and all of you dirty and unwashed in the cool of October. You're on the outskirts Northwest of Houston in the shell of what was an old big box store, in the Greens Point area (Guns Point as the locals say). The proprietor has a fan blowing across the line of you, and he has been good enough to put up a pop-up tent outside the entrance to shield everyone from the sunlight, but it's stuffy with all of you crowded together and waiting. On either side of the Line, are cages full of dead eyed ghouls, locked in for now, but watching you.The Merchant calls out Next and you step up with your goods. You walk up to a bullet proof Plexiglass window with a pass through container, and big sign over the glass stating:>The outbreak was started on borrowed money, No Credit.You are yourself, just yourself. Your actions are your own choice, but the outcome is determined by post ID roll.Roll for your saleable goods layout by final digit.Subsequent rerolls to determine simple value, 2nd to last digit = quantity, final digit of simple pass fail 1-5 poor, 6-0 good1-backpack of junk, can be sorted for valuables2-live wild animal, must be examined to determine value3-Clothing, must be checked for damage4-Food, may be packaged or raw5-Contraban: cigarettes, alcohol, pornography, drugs6-Weapons: may be functional, broken partsComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6129571You focus in a focused focusy way [+1]. But in you haste to put on your belt, you put off your belt (9). And it drops around your ankles. Undeterred, and unphased and undiscouraged and un-adjectived, you go from door to door, locking what you can (5). And delaying them. [1 more turn]Studying the enemy, them being ouside and in the dark, you learn plenty of useless things (7). Though most of this learning must be deciphered from their impromptu beatboxing. And their rap, like all rap, is gay and lame.Lemme break it down fo ya>ah word. What it is? A means of verbal expression.>we be kangz. Like them three kangs. Sep der be ten uv us.>we be gwine rawb surberdy.>hell yeah?>hell yeah. N we be robbin in duh dawrk n'sheeit>what is we going to use to be seein hims?>dats a misterstory. Call duh detectives>ah keent do it, dey be lookin' fo my ass. I done been robbin fokes since uh cood craaawlComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6129883You let your eyes adjust as much as they can (2), but it isn't enough to see past perimeter of light. The interior is mostly darkness.[If my 4th+3rd <=10, you had the rifle slung over your shoulder when you fell in. If more it is still on the roof]You try to take a guarded approach to exploring the interior (9) but between the dust obacuring your view and the disorientation from the fall, you aren't sure what part of the store you're in.For example, when you try to loot behind the counter (8), you come up empty, and don't find anything that would be kept behind a convenience store counter. It must be the smell of rotting human flesh that's getting to you, distracting you, as if every sheet of paper in the shop has a pair of gnashing human incisors behind it.[Once the ghoul is dead, all searches will be successful, with one in limbo you can still fail.]>[if my 3rd+2nd <=10, the ghoul will give his position away in advance. If more he will get the drop on you]No, you'll have to get to the bottom.of that smell first. Even trying to cut a loophole in the wall is tricky in this darkness. You did start at busting a small hole in a wall (8), but the hole must have opened into another room, and it lets in not a drop of daylight.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6130866"Now hwere the HECK are the dang Twinki-OH DEAR GAD NO!?!">Self Guard>Switch from rifle to pistol so I can use the lighter for a light source in the off hand>Fight the gas station fiend
>>6130575>Despite the lack og moonlight, Pete catches metallic glints in the logistic school graduates' hands, and sighs. Knife fights are always so ugly, and he would be those guys are no taking good care of theirs.>Yet another reason to avoid a straight up brawl.>Pete starts placing little tripwires and boobytraps. If properly spooked, these guys may just take themselves out, but he has to ensure they can't easily reinforce each other.>Place boobytrap.>A few lengths of fishing line wrapped around the kitchen door's hinges and a filled trashcan inside. In pitch darkness and a few inches off the ground, a good tripping hazard. With a blade in hand it will be hard to catch themselves. Fortunately, someone stuck knives tips up in an upturned kitchen drawer right in front so they don't faceplant on the ground, how considerate!>Place boobytrap>Wheeled toys, marbles, and other hazards halfway up or down a staircase for maximum neckbreaking chances>Hide>Pick a team that isn't going to run in a boobytrap just now, and hide behind the open door they'll come through in a room with at least two exits. Open the other door and turn a light on if they still work somehow. Sprinkle a few 22lr bullets trailing out of the room. Wait silently.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6130905You guard yourself (+2) and try to switch away from the rifle to the pistol, but adding in the lighter fumbles the whole thing (9). So you hold the rifle in your armpit and strike the flint to see where you are.[If my 4th+3rd <=10, you get the lighter struck, otherwise it only sparks]Guess who else sees where you are? Not really sees so much as sort of smells you. He's blind. It's blind. Because It got bitten when it was a he named leonard and he didn't know what else to do, and got to thinking about the indignity of being "not a human" instead of survival, and so he shot himself in the temple three years ago. Except that instead of pressing the barrel above the ear, he pressed it behind his eye socket and blinded himself in the dark and bled to death, and the minor bite he'd taken to his left pinky slowly spread and rotted his brain. If you'd been there when Leonard did this, you might have talked him out of it, you might have just sanitized his wound properly and let him heal up, or worst case amputated the finger. But you weren't there, and no neither is Leonard. His body is there instead, bumping around in the dark, and, thankfully for his dignity, not conscious of how little he has left. Always a handsy grabber type, Leonard's stiff corpse grabs at you and nabs the stock of your rifle (0) before you can turn to shoot him.[If my 3rd+2nd <=10, he just struggles with the rifle. If more he grabs it away]He is more interested in the gun than in eating you for a moment and pulls the stock back towards his mouth (5).[If my 2nd+1st <=10, you hold onto the lighter. If more you drop it in the struggle, lit or not]Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
With the end of the Unification War, the fires that once ravaged the now-independent Night City ceased to exist, leaving broken fates and untold damages in its wake. Both sides saw themselves as victors, but ultimately, the corpos came out as the ultimate winners; Arasaka was once again able to extend its tendrils around the West Coast, rearing its ugly head and imperialistic ambition to make the old United States blush at the thought. The more things tried to change, the more they stayed the same.A year later, the post-war reconstruction is going slow, too slow as many believe. The city council prefers to focus on efforts irrelevant to the common citizenry, who are poorly defended by the understaffed NCPD, bleeding numbers to gang wars that shall shape the city's underground for years to come. The disease is rampant, the birth rates are failing, and the people choose to dig their heads deeper into their BDs, jerking away all their problems. In other words, there's no better place to call home for the downtrodden.It won't be *your* home for much longer, however. Not with the injuries you've sustained - a hole opened in your side, a bone poking out of your elbow, and an opening in your frontal skull that bled down to your mouth, with a coppery taste reminding you that it'll take just a little longer before you'll draw your last breath.With the last of your strength, you dragged yourself into this cold alleyway, down where the sewage went, to escape the unfolding chaos on the streets. Something about a Cyberpsycho escalating a fight, and a truck flipping over. Finer details are eluding you, and so far, you've only been able to flip yourself on your front, staring at the steam escaping from one of the manholes.Details are all mixed up in your predicament, but there's nothing to lose in watching your life flash before your eyes. In your delirious state, you recall that you are. . .>Adam Kisiner, a mediocre accountant who endured a string of failures before ending up in the reopened Arasaka America, grinding through the corporate ladder for survival. A man who never learned to live, only to fight, now bleeding out on a nameless street, never able to taste the fruits of liberating his soul.>Philomon Steele, formerly a young revolutionary who abandoned his passion in pursuit of med school. Result? Cushy job as a surgeon at MT, putting limbs on and off all day. He had it all - a girlfriend, a group of friends, a future to look up to, and it all has been severed in one fine stroke. A death full of regrets is the worst kind of death a man can have. >Imaeda Yasotaro, a self-proclaimed hooligan with no future. Nevertheless, he attended the Night City University with ferocious zeal, all to achieve the approval of his demanding father. Said father once asked him to deliver an innocent little package to a buddy, a fixer, which led him to this tragedy. Dying by the orders of an old man. . . story old as time.
>>6131240Ugh IP change, I'm >>6128360 >>6128018
>>6131240That might work. If the storage for such eyes wasnt burked deep inside their braincase>>6130717Its me. With a change in ID due to being on mobile
>>6131249Huh. I was sure my id would have changed by now
>>6130512>Hippocratic oath means nothing in today's world, but disregarding it completely won't fix anything. Restrain him and his buddies, and let the badges handle their outburst. Maybe they'll bribe their way out, but at least they'll taste the boot of law.Break their bionics so they can't misuse it again. >Knock on their heads hard enough that they won't remember a thing, and hope that they don't have recording devices in their eyes. Hopefully.Once again, destroy independent bionics and electronics, especially those with recording and/or communication functions.
>>6130717Support
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…STAR WARSINTERREGNUMEPISODE IIITHE SEARCH FOR SANCTUARY>>REACAP of the last thread:The Jedi Knight FARREN GAELLE has returned to the planet AMAGI, where the JEDI TRIUMVIRATE eagerly awaits his arrival. With him are the survivors of the ill-fated KESSEL CONCLAVE, saved from the treacherous plot of JEDI MASTER SHADDAY POTKIN. The TRIUMVIRATE now counts seven new Jedi among their ranks, potential mentors for a new generation of younglings, and a massacre at the hands of DARTH VADER has been narrowly averted.Bound by a self-imposed exile from EMPIRE space, Farren and his retinue have pledged their service to the MYLAR STAR ALLIANCE. At the command of SUPREME ARCHON KAULES KEIMANN, they undertake a vital mission to deliver aid to the famine-stricken planet ULSIND, devastated by the ruthless TOFF during the Alliance’s OPERATION SPHERE.But in the far reaches of a nameless system, an UNKNOWN ENEMY stirs. Awakened from a millennia-long slumber, a LIVING SHIP of coral and FIERY DEATH threatened to annihilate the convoy. Farren, confronting an enemy INVISIBLE TO THE FORCE itself, fought with skill and determination. Though poisoned and wounded, he emerged victorious, narrowly escaping death.Now, with his strength renewed, Farren turns his focus to the training of his young padawan, CEYLA VIKOL, preparing her for the ways of the JEDI SHADOWS as DARK FORCES loom on the horizon...Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6131478>robot fighting pay-per-view holovid entertainment industry>slapping b1 arms onto a GONK droid to fistfight a home-made roomba droid with a sawblade mohawk: Hercules VS Dustbunny TerrorFucking love battlebots
>>6131312>>B1 Battle Droids>>B2 Super Battle Droids>>Commando Droids>>Droidekas>>Vulture Droids>>Tri-Fighter Droid>>HMP Droid GunshipAny chance her ship or some of the others in the 521st Flotilla had a few of the more unusual droid models? Like a couple of Crab Droids, maybe them Dwarf Spiders, or heck, one or two of these sneaky buggers, the C-8 Saboteur Droids?
>>6131575>long face>hunched posture>hands close together>saboteurHm.
>>6131575whythelongface.jpg
I was thinking bad idea and looking at the E-9 we fly. If we slightly modified the hull around the neck it might be possible to stick a fightercraft onto it without interfering much if at all with the turrets. We might be able to fit an Eta-2 or a Delta-7 (or 7b, if you want a slightly better one) on it. A-wings aren't around yet or I'd suggest them. The Delta would not have its ring with it, so it would be stuck if it got dumped, but the Eta-2 had a hyperdrive built in. They're also both really good ships in general. There are others that would probably fit but I decided to look at a couple Farren would probably be at least familiar with They're a tad pricey, though.It would likely significantly affect the general flight performance of the Albatross though, which is undesirable. When the fighter was docked, anyway.For reference, the E-9 model is like, 60 meters long, the Delta-7 is 8, I believe, and the Eta-2 is around 5. The height of the fighters being anywhere from 4 to 8 feet, depending (the little wing things on the Eta-2 can be retracted, making it a little shorter I think). On a scale of 1 to 12.946103 how bad of an idea is this? I'd give it around a 8
As you keep walking deeper into the library, the books are getting...weirder. Some titles you notice include "Knitting with dog hair.", "How to talk to your cat about gun safety." and "Who cut off Grandpa's head?". It has been a while since you saw anyone else and you can't see an exit or sign in any direction>Look for a book about your situation>Just keep walking, you're bound to run into someone/something eventually
>>6130158> Look for random books that look interesting or helpful in your daily life
>>6130777>>6130779Well, the tie has been broken either way but I'll roll next time it comes up, if it comes up again.You go over your options for a while but eventually you decide that since you are in a library you might as well look around for books, who knows what you'll find in this place after all. Not wanting to lose the only exit back to your world that you know off you memorize the titles of some books in the shelf in front of it.Unfortunately none of those seem very helpful what with them being titled things like "Cooking with bellybutton lint" and "Gerbils, the licorice of the animal kingdom". You do find it a bit odd you're in a cookbook section right now and wonder if you're still close to where you found "How to use the interdimensional library", but you quickly find an open spot on another shelf where the book fits perfectly leading you to assume that is where it belongs.Hoping you're right you set out to find some books that will hopefully improve if you ever get back home.Once again roll me 1d10 BO3
Rolled 6 (1d10)>>6131275
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>6131275
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Previous thread: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6085624/Rules: Add one alteration per evolution, save in .png, don't evolve a creature if you were the one to evolve it last, link/reply to the creature you are evolving from.A massive extinction event has occurred, a series of meteor impacts devastates the surface and raises the global temperature sharply, leaving plenty of space to be inherited by new life.
>>6129916right to left >jacked septic eye pretty standard only real switch up was the eyes flattening, lengthening to floating pads on the water surface catching beam directly into the eyes for concentrated light does very well during dim weather and night, stores extra energy in one intestinal root as a "tuber" taking life slow and steady >jacked red rocket eyessmall and fast growing focused on reproducing as fast as possible even actively pollinating other members of its species or passing creatures to carry the material.>secreting red melons/pumpkin Engorged trunks either slowly secrete the genetic material over its spread out openings for its reproductive glands broactcast spawning for its respective lower trunk or it simply sprays over any feedind pollinators coating them in the stuff as it increases the chances of another melon reciveing the material without it simply being consumed,then we have its most eye catching feature its hardened thin stem perfect for cutting through water turbulence and keeping its eyes away from herbo-carnivores while gazing down on any nearing creatures to secrete upon
>>6127036>>6117379Uninhibited by any sizeable predators after the climatic shift essentially purged the ocean of sizeable predators, some latticefish become latticeWHALES, growing uninhibited as they swim and bob about absorbing sunlight. Their eye-fins allow them to steer towards light, while their central eye around their "hips" serves as a central coordinating point for directionality, especially at night, when they steer by the stars.
>>6127036>>6117379Other latticefish stick much closer to their ancestral lifeways and lightweight, small-sized body-plan. They actually reduce their rigid lattice still further, filling them with choroplast-filled air-sacks to help they bob like buoys as they soak up sunlight. As newborns, these structure and their wing-like eye-fins actually allow the to float on the breeze to disperse further from their parents, and even to populate inland water-bodies.
>>6131555Storing up nutrients and soaking up more sun is the name of the game for spawning circulating oxygenated fluid in tissues with a mess of musculature that sets the stones for energetic swimming and size
>>6128391alot of small teeth is perfect for sifting sediments, ripping flesh and gripping ground
>Design (D): Jonathan Hickman.>Alt-Text: An infographic map of Earth labeled “The World” separated into differently colored sections. >Dialogue Samples: Jonathan Hickman, Kurt Busiek, Bill Everett.1961The System is Broken.After decades of war, the world was rebuilt on a new axis. The Great Powers carved the planet between them and the Globe spun on this Great Wheel.But the rise of a new form of power has broken the balance holding up the planet. Atlas has fallen, now is the Age of Marvels.You are the leader of one of the new superpowers of this world.The choices you make will affect the fate of the planet and the cosmos beyond. For one of these factions may become the...ULTIMATE CIVILIZATIONComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6131143>Weapon X>>6131157how is X weak ?
>>6131143>Messenger
>>6131143>MagnetoUnless Weapon X has already developed H-Alpha (Who is a splice of Hulk and Wolverine with shootable Adamantium), I don't see them helping us out right now. We can always steal their research later.
>>6131143>Weapon X
>>6131143>MagnetoI don't know what the Brotherhood roster is going to look like but I think nipping it in the bud will leave us more options for mutants to recruit. I think we'll also have a bit of time before the worst of Weapon X/Plus is ready
You are in a tavern. Water is dripping from a wet spot on the rafters, and it smells like something earthy and fungal is growing inside the walls. It is early morning and so quiet that you can hear the crunch of the waterbug you have just crushed beneath your boot.The tavernkeeper is setting mugs on the counter when he glances over at you. "We don't serve your kind here," he says."But I'm human," you reply."I meant foreigners. You ain't from around here."This is true. Where are you from again?>A remote monastery in the woods, after being left there in a breadbasket when you were born>A quiet logging town a few leagues yonder, born to a family that owns the local sawmill>The jungles of an island off the coast of this land, raised by a dragon with 11 heads
>The jungles of an island off the coast of this land, raised by a dragon with 11 headsAnother fantasy adventure quest? Let's go!
Do I have to take this over?
>>6129643I usually wait a week until considering a quest to be dropped, but I won’t complain if you pick it up sooner.
>>6129684I'm new here and don't want to step on toes. "When in Rome" and such. I'll wait until next Saturday to pick this up. Hopefully, someone else picks this up before then. I write like shit.
>>6128034>An orangutan turned human from the house next door.
Choose a name, race, and enviroment for your civilization.
>>6128546Explore and look for the cause of the bodies. Have our warriors bulk up on fruits.
>>6128546>>6128561+1, no one goes it alone
>>6128561>>6128779The buddy system works great for reducing both the thefts and deaths. The only attack that occurs for the rest of the year is when the thief breaks the buddy system and pays the price for it. While those traveling in groups of three see nothing unusual a few of the pairs report seeing a "cat made of night" however it only attacked after making them scatter so after the next two groups simply stood their ground it left and hasn't been seen since.>Name a technological or cultural innovation.
>>6129287>Charcoal cave paintings depicting how badass our tribe is: two dudes holding hooves
>>6129287>Bone carving, in our free time we make trinkets and sometimes foreboding effigies that we leave around our clan's borders.
You are Noel Tiberius di Hazaran, formerly a single-digit warrior, now the warrior-queen of your ancestral homeland. At the moment, you know something very important – something you suspect that the man standing before you knows as well.“I doubt it came here on our account,” you conclude of the asarakam, the ‘dragon-kin’, you and your cohort just defeated. “It came here for you. And the fact that it knew to come here may mean that the rest of its kind know that you’re here.” General Waverly, the man currently in command of the last major holdouts of Organization loyalists on your home continent, considers your perspective.“And what can you offer us to remedy this… situation?”“That depends,” you reply, crossing your arms as you delve deeper into a thorny, rather unpleasant conversation. “There’s still the issue of Lavinia.”“Lavinia?” he repeats.“The island off the coast of the region we call Aquitan,” you clarify. “You’ve been using the northern portion of the island as a staging area for years. I want you off of it.”“You’re talking about more than simply a major military and research post,” the general insists with a frown. “That facility is among the few we still maintain on this side of the world.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 2, 8, 5 = 15 (3d10)>>6129351>>6129351
>>6129005“Well,” you muse, “I suppose it makes more sense to venerate the two ships that brought our ancestors here than most things.”General Waverly shakes his head. “That’s… not quite it.”“How do you mean?” Sabela speaks up, having heard something that she evidently doesn’t like.“The name of our ‘Organization’? What we call ourselves?” he continues. “The Keepers. What we ‘keep’? Knowledge of the Old World. The origin point for our species.”“That’s why the Organization’s technology and scientific knowledge always seem a few steps ahead of the rest of us,” Sabela acknowledges. “It’s not that they’re ahead, so much as the rest of us have lost what we once had.”“You’re starting to understand,” Waverly nods. “I will admit however that even our own records are incomplete… so much has been lost.”>So that’s it then. You’re using this preserved knowledge to devise a weapon against the asarakam, even if it takes centuries.>That’s insane. If we couldn’t win with your predecessors’ complete knowledge, how do you intend to win centuries later?Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6130762>So what’s the asarakam’s perspective? Why fight the war? What have they been doing since? What are they doing now?
Beware of the boy as he is boy no more, rather a man since yesterday. And any young man needs a young woman, the elder has been saying for months. Even though he still feels like a boy, no words in opposition leave his mouth as the matchmaking prospect make him excited in a novel non-boyish way. Miurne is her name, his childhood best friend and bride-to-be, the one who has been his dear friend for the past decade spent in these woods.The terrain is mountainous, life here is rugged, the forty escapees are poor. Yet the sky is blue and untainted by pollution, their eyes see walls of woods and greenery every day, daily life is simple, distant are the memories of forced labor in the assembling of earth-flattening machinery of monstrous size, made specifically for planets considered worthy of becoming agro-worlds. But the boy doesn't remember all of that, he could barely walk when a group of families, including his, made their way to the other end of the planet on the backs of stolen Tauroses. He doesn't remember but people talk, he knows that sooner or later the ground beneath their feet will start to rumble, the earth-flattening machines will be here for his mountains, for his woods, for his Miurne, for him.Certain event reminded the retched group of renegades of their vulnerability, certain event made the earth rumble. A bright red flight vessel painted a jet-black strip of burnt fuel across the sky a day ago, on the boy's birthday. The growling of overworked engines drowned any other sound, the tattered hull scattered in pieces all over the place, unable to withstand the atmospheric pressure. Finally the cockpit kissed the planetary surface with mighty force dozen kilometers away from their hideout. The adults in the renegade group were thrown in distress, a crashed vessel meant investigation. There will be a makeshift council tonight as to what measures need to be taken for everyone's security. Despite the calming words of the elder, the boy couldn't help but feel fear creeping in their camp.Sunlight is still in abundance so regardless of circumstances when the land needs assistance, man answers, especially when his food is on the line. The boy is plowing the mountainous soil along with his father, strapped domesticated creature, native to this land, is pulling a plow.Suddenly the boy hears an uncomfortable sound of metal hitting harder metal, the plow is dragging an object covered by a thick layer of dirt. He observes a prolonged object with unusual attachment.>the boy cleans the sword [Sullied Sister]Suddenly the boy gets a violent headache, the domesticated ox-like creature starts to behave erratically, dragging air into its lungs and exhaling with great force, anxiously. A few dozen steps in front of them a small item glistens red under the sun. >the boy pockets the precious stone [Tourmaline of Rigidity]
>>6129305>the boy cleans the sword [Sullied Sister]I want to hit things.
>>6129305>>the boy cleans the sword [Sullied Sister]
You are Uzumaki Naori, leader of the shinobi village of Amegakure. Before that you were widely regarded as one of the most powerful Commanders in the Allied Shinobi Forces, and before that you were known among those “in the know” as one of the most dangerous terrorists in the world. But as of right now that honor goes to an organization calling itself ‘Kara’.Fighting against Kara has been more of a frustration so far than anything else, and a generally unusual experience overall. While you and your own former comrades in Akatsuki were constantly engaging with the world, through mercenary work and through Kakuzu’s obsession with collecting bounties, Kara has made it their business model to lay low as much as possible. Even with Sasuke and international support from the Five Great Nations behind the effort, little progress was made until recently in terms of tracking down Kara’s “Inners”.Interestingly enough it was your son who made the first breakthrough in identifying and intercepting a cyborg woman named Delta, who he brought you in to capture so as to avoid collateral damage. Then he ran into a former Inner named Ōga while on an undercover escort mission – of all things, during a school field trip. That would probably be hilarious had it not presented such a high risk of things going horribly, horribly wrong had it been a different combination of Kara and jōnin. Thankfully, Ōga surrendered herself into custody and agreed to emotional counseling to help her cope with the mild brain damage she suffered in her final hours before leaving Kara.…“So yeah, that’s where we’re at,” you sigh, after recounting recent events to Fū. “Dragging them all out one at a time and dealing with them has worked so far, so we’re gonna try it again.”“Lemme get this straight,” Fū crosses her arms. “We’re gonna take an armored train.”“Regular one won’t do, so yeah.”“And we’re gonna pretend to be moving two prisoners to Amegakure,” she continues.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6128996You lay out your plan, in as much detail as you have to offer, and for his part Sasori-han listens patiently with no snarky commentary. When you finish your explanation, he seems to take a moment to think.“I will need twelve uniforms for the regular Konoha forces,” he eventually decides, “particularly the modern flak jackets.”“Why though?” Fū’s question comes from a place of curiosity, and so Sasori-han exercises an unusual degree of patience in his answer. “Twelve could be either three teams of four or four of three – neither would attract any attention. As for the uniforms, it is simpler to disguise a human puppet as ‘alive’ if you need not add details such as appropriate uniforms.”“Yeah, so that’s pretty doable,” you shrug. “Anything else?”“No,” Sasori replies. “I think you’ve got a solid plan and the right team to carry it off.”“Okay,” you nod once. “Then I’ll let Naruto know that we’ve got this all ready to go. But just so you know, Sasori-han, he may not be ready on his end yet.”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6130605>We're not asking for anything forbidden, how many flak jackets do you lose in a month normally? They're cheap cut rate armor, and frankly he needs them about as much as I need a giant sword. When all this is done I'll even ask for him to give them back and he'll likely agree. You can tell them he's only motivated by his craft, and the only reason he's working with us is because they insulted Puppeteering as an art and science. As long as the Elders don't do something stupid like hanging up a sign that says puppets suck in the village he's not going to be an issue.
>>6130605>Don't ask them then. Just "lose" a few vests.
>>6130605>>6130614I support this. Like ooooh flak jackets, truly something that will lead to the village's downfall.No wait he will create an acid that will melt through specifically Konoha flak jackets only /s
>>6130605>>6130614Support.Honestly have flak jackets ever actually done anything?
"I can understand your position. Having to stretch supplies and trying to keep everyone fed is a situation all three of us have found ourselves in as well. But perhaps they could work off their sentence? Where we come from prisoners are sometimes put to work under strict supervision. There they can still contribute to society and perhaps learn the error of their ways. You could teach them to craft or work the land. Perhaps something difficult that keeps them occupied that few people know how to do. You could have more to trade with other clans if you have more hands to help." You offer. Your host seems unconvinced. "These men attempted to rob and kill us. You suggest that we feed and teach them our ways." Ming translates as the man stokes the fire between you. "Truly, your land is a strange one.""I am told I am strange myself." You admit. "However, circumstances in my life have taught me to try and give people a second chance. Many times, all it takes is someone to have faith in you for you to make the change to better yourself. I've seen and lived it myself. That's why I am hesitant to simply kill someone when they could be turned into an ally. Sometimes, more often than not I would like to imagine, people turn to the path of evil because they see no other way out." You ponder for a moment. "There is another punishment my homeland does offer. It's quite rare and extreme but...you could simply remove two fingers from their dominant hand. However, I do stress that this is seen as a bit barbaric and from what you have told us would probably mean death for them." The room is quiet as everyone takes in what you said, and Ming uncomfortably translates what you say. "It is not our way to follow the whims of strangers. Our traditions go back to the beginning and have kept us alive all these generations. We have no need to listen to those who have not lived like us and pretend to know better." You host says. "However, we cannot deny that you have saved lives with your intervention, and we will not go without repaying that kindness. Technically, it was you who subdued these criminals and because of that they are technically your prisoners. We are simply assisting in keeping them under watch. I will leave their fate up to you. But be warned, should you let them live and they continue their ways then their crimes will also be reflected on you. Both in the eyes of the Gods and in that of the clans. If I were to suggest an option, it would be to strip them of all of their possessions and leave them with a day's worth of food. It will be up to them to return to their roots and survive as their ancestors once did. Perhaps in this time they will contemplate their actions as you so wish."
You ruffle Xin Lan's ears and give them a smile. "Of course he does. Family matters more to him than the world itself. As harsh as it sounds, you even killed him and all he could do was wander the world in misery because he couldn't find you." You pull back the sleeping bag a bit more. "What's on your mind? Normally you're out cold by the time your face hits my chest." Xin Lan seems to mull over the question for a bit and they roll on their side. "I dunno...how come he hasn't come back?" They ask as they quietly trace your scar with a finger. "It's been over a year since we've seen him. He could have come back any time or maybe sent a message. Do you think he's ok?""I guess this is the first time you've ever been separated from him and being able to feel it, isn't it?" You ask. Xin Lan nods. "It's ok to be worried about him. Last we spoke, he swore he'd protect the village of the white bear. I'm sure he's still there making sure no trouble happens. Once we meet him, all of us will be able to take a more proactive approach. For now we just need to put our trust in him.""Of course I trust him." Xin Lan says. "But what if he's different? What if he's not the same person we remember him as?""You're not the same person you used to be. That didn't stop him from loving you nor will cause him to stop now. If he's different then we will love him all the same. If he's different because he went back to his old bad habits then we'll have to drag him back to being good. The best thing we can do is be supportive of him." You say. "You said you love him." Xin Lan says with a smirk as they lay on their belly once more to grin at you. "I'm gonna tell him you said that.""Well at least you got your sense of humor back." You say, amused. "We'll get him back. Don't worry. Then you can tell him all about how you stole me away and how you're marrying Ming. And maybe you'll find someone else to sleep on.""Don't count on it." Xin Lan says with a yawn. They stretch out for a moment and soon after you go blind once more as they fall asleep.
---By the time you and the others awoke, the clan members were already deconstructing their homes and packing their things up. "They say it's not safe to stay around here anymore. Even if the other bandits die in the wild, the rest of their group will come looking for them. They plan on back tracking to the desert to lay low for a bit. They don't seem sure about it however. They hadn't planned on moving for a few more weeks. They're going to wait for a day or for others who went gathering to return though." Ming explains after she returns from making sure the clan leader's injuries were stable. "We might want to do the same.""I'm not going back into that desert." Xin Lan says. "I just got most of the sand out of my fur.""I'm talking about moving on." Ming clarifies irritably. "The faster we move the faster we can get to dealing with this Khan." Tigress adds. "Well we could just wait." Xin Lan argues. "Let them come to us. Saves us the energy to go looking for them and we can set the field to our advantage. More people to fight means more people to interrogate.">What do you do?>Head on out today. You want to leave knowing that your tracks will be swallowed up by the Clan's movements. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6128806>Wait a few days until the clan is ready to leave.We don't want to get bogged down, but we have a moral obligation to ensure they are okay.Wiping out the bandit presence without prisons or a means of reformation is gonna be nearly impossible so the only benefit is to hit them hard and fast to A]pass on a message and B] cripple a small portion of the enemies army.Since bones will be broken for their unwise actions.
>>6129075waiting just in case. Writing.
"Xin has a point. We should wait at least until the others have left. We don't know if the bandits will return or come looking for their missing members." You say. "It'd be irresponsible to simply leave them unguarded until we know they're at least safe. Especially since we never secured the ones behind the attack. Ming could you let them know we'll be around for their safety. We'll keep out of their way if that is what they want but they're free to speak to us if they have any concerns. We may be strangers here but that doesn't mean we won't do our jobs properly.""Alright. Maybe I can get them to tell me about their medicines, we can't rely on our herbs and supplies for this whole time." Ming says as she dusts herself off. "I'll be back for breakfast.""Xin, you and Tigress should scout ahead and a few miles around. Make sure we won't have a few unwanted guests." You say as you turn to the two. "Split up and don't engage with anyone else you find. We may have an idea of our enemy's motives but we still don't know how to engage with them or who may be an enemy.""What if we find the other guys? They can't have gone far." Xin Lan asks."Leave them be. If they come back here, Ming and I can handle it. Otherwise we have to let them make their own choices. We can't force them to make the choice if we truly want them to change for good."The two quickly depart leaving you and Bao alone. "What do you want me to do?" She asks politely. >What do you say?>She can talk to you. It has been a while since you spoke. (What do you talk about?)>Tell Bao to accompany Ming. She used to gather herbs with her father back when she was mortal. Having a someone who can assist Ming with first aid would be a good idea.Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
The first thing you notice when you wake up is the smell.Everything around you reeks of rancid acidity mixed with the musty odor of mold and fungus, like you threw up a really bad, really moldy cheese. The ground? below you is rugged, with random shapes jutting into your sides and back. Once you force your eyes open, against your tired, throbbing brain’s complaints, you see the world suffused in a radioactive green glow. No, wait, the world isn’t glowing.You are. Your skin, hair, everything is glowing.Looking down at your clothes, soaked in some odd, sticky fluid, you find yourself in better condition than you expected, albeit more than a little radioactive looking. You sit atop a pile of random junk- dirt, garbage, debris, and busted machinery, some of which is dated and some of which is so sleek and modern (despite the dirt and damage) that it seems out of place. Looking down at a speartip jutting out of the rubble a few inches from where you fell, you breathe a sigh of relief that you managed to avoid being impaled.“The intake came on time, boss!” You hear a rugged voice ring out from behind you. He seems to be speaking some other, completely unfamiliar language, but you find yourself able to understand it perfectly as if it were in English. Wheeling around, you see a cluster of figures emanating light of different colors gathered in the distance. Your eyes are bleary- you can hardly make out any of the details, “Wait, is that Drop-In alive?”“I think he is! Looks Terran too. He’s all yours, Mike!”Terran- that means from Earth, right? What the hell is going on?You see a gentle purple glow climbing towards you. Thinking fast, you pull the rusted spear that almost made you into a shish kabob out from the pile of detritus you’re sitting on. Managing to yank it out, you wield it to the best of your limited ability.
>>6130760>Check out the night marketJust because we're here, in the area, and it happens to be night, we can go to our lil home soon after
Rolled 2 (1d2)Rolling a tiebreaker
>>6130891>>6131078>>6131208>Check out the night marketDeciding that filling your stomach and seeing the sights is more appealing than sleep at the moment, you head over to the source of the appetizing smells, the nearby night market. You see alleys, streets, and small stone courtyards filled with stands, some selling clothes, others selling trinkets or knick-knacks, but a vast majority selling some sort of food. Most of the food, to your surprise, seems to be meat, but you do notice some stalls selling confections- dragon’s beard, carmels, and honeycomb seem relatively common, but you see very little produce or bread and, when you do see items with grain, they tend marginally pricier than the average.The glittering radiance of the streetlights and the natural glow of Maw denizens creates a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors against the starless night ‘sky’, giving an almost magical feeling as you stroll through the otherworldly streets. Some of the items you come across seem to be literally magical- toy wands that trail sparks when waved, rings that keep you comfortably cool at the Maw’s slightly clammy climate, medallions that keep your clothes clean, and so much more. You can’t help but feel a sense of dream-like wonder despite the situation.Feeling your stomach growl, you make a beeline for the food. Oddly, the meat is never named as ‘chicken’ or ‘beef’, instead usually being labeled as simply ‘meat’.Walking up to a vendor with a particularly appetizing set of marinated skewers, you decide to ask what the meat is. He speaks some foreign language- maybe somewhere close to India- but as with Lyxish or Albian, the meaning of the words enters your mind naturally.“It is the fruit of the Maw, sir.” He explains, “Are you new?”Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6131512"Oh, uh, thank you. Sir.” You say, gratefully accepting the food. You almost immediately sink your teeth into the tender meat. Immediately, juices flood your mouth, a flavor somewhere between lamb and pork, their flavor complemented and enhanced by the succulent marinade and the spices kneaded into the cut before it was cooked to a perfect medium rare. Almost entranced, you wolf down the rest of the skewer, greedily pulling its contents from the wooden stick and into your gullet. As you turn back to thank the vendor once again, you see a look of shock plastered on his face.“Oh, uh, I guess I ate that kinda sloppily,” A sheepish grin spreads across your face, “Sorry.”“No, no, I’m glad you enjoyed it!” The man replies, “It’s just, most drop-ins are a bit hesitant to eat the fruit of the Maw, at least at first.”“Why? It’s really good.”He lets out a hearty laugh, wiping a tear from his eyes before responding: “I suppose it is.”Wanting to give the man some business, you drop three copper coins in his hand, taking another skewer and savoring it a bit more slowly as you continue to explore the market.>Check out clothesComment too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>6131513Wait, are we literally eating cuttings of the innards of the creature which ate us? Gnarly. Poetic.>>6131513>Take stock of how much money we have relative to the cost of stuff>Check out clothes>Ask someone why we all glow, anyway
This is a world facing change. For Generations the empire of bronze and magic rules. For centuries they prosper by trade and wars. Those were the days of our grandfathers, one by one the great cities burn, one by one empires fell, one by one armies march and broke among each other.In this time of change, one more change is coming, a strange people from a strange land, a people who; - They Delve deep into the earth to feed the flames that light there world.- They are the bulwark of there own empire.- They are shipwrights, almost finished building a ship for the wrong war.They are first met by;-a broken army, last of a fallen empire, led by the last princess of a millennium long bloodline.-Shipwrecked merchant, momentarily blinded by the arrival of the strange people.
>>6128964Holy fuck lol, the dice giveth the dice taketh away
>>6128964The vote will be counted on Sunday.
Vote counted, Writing.
It was simple- the skids stack easily, stacked on eachother and the 5 managed to climb ontop of the metal box, and the Princess climbs onto the shoulders of Quintus to get over the ledge of this strange building.But no plans survived first contact with reality, The Princess Is met face to face with a surprised worker who was drinking form a strange red cylinder container, a woman of pail complexion wearing a yellow helmet, a orange and shinny silver vest, and those blue pants so common among her peoplesHer yelling of word’s started the half Ork, causing both to crash back down onto the box, a instrument of some kind sounds, like a strange town horn to mobilize the militia.The Twins both cock there bows as more yelling is heard- the Princess looks and see 2 of the black uniformed gards round the corner, pointing there tubes at the 5 of them and yelling, and then look up to see the women pointing her smaller tube weapon as well as 2 other men in similar orange uniforms. (+1 to Strange device bonus) it seems like these weapons are some sort of range weapons, Everyone is pointing at them with the opening of the tube seen, they seem to be mainly in 2 kinds, long tubes, and boxy short tubes.The Princess have a single moment to shout before things exculate;- ‘’RUN!’’ Yell the princess- she is outnumbered and facing strange weapons and a strange people (D20 to flee, Medium, I will role a D20 for the strangers’ actions, you will be in combat until you flee)- ‘’HOLD!’’ Yell the princess- telling her warriors to not make the first move as she stands up, she’ll let the strangers act first- the fact that they are yelling yet not attacking might mean that they are hesitant to attack. (Role a D20+5, the strangers recognize that they have the advantage but also are bewildered)- ‘’CHARGE’’ yell the Princess, it’s now or never- the warriors will charge the 2 gards on there way to the next action. (Roll a D20, Medium, I will Role a D20 for the strangers, you will enter combat)- ‘’Surrender!’’ Yell the princess- she is outnumbered and facing strange weapons, perhaps if her warriors drop there weapons - bloodshed can be avoided- Say nothing (Make a D5 role)Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 10 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6130296>- ‘’HOLD!’’ Yell the princess- telling her warriors to not make the first move as she stands up, she’ll let the strangers act first- the fact that they are yelling yet not attacking might mean that they are hesitant to attack. (Role a D20+5, the strangers recognize that they have the advantage but also are bewildered)Well if I had to guess from the twin moons, the horseless chariots and tubes? Rather then the Princess gang being sent into a future time its more like two realities have been joined together in some way.
YER a Goblin of the GoblinSlayer universe. By sheer astronomical odds, while fleeing GoblingSlayer, aka the GobboCaust, you meet anuvva unlucky bastich: Yang Wuhan, 殃污琀, "Calamity-Corrupted Corpsepearl", also known as Divine Demon, Wyrmacide, Sword Specter, Wind Incarnadine, Gore Walker, Blade Emperor, the Absolute™, &c &c, who just got BTFO'd by an alliance of Righteous and Deviant Cultivators from his home universe.In exchange for the lifesaving Thousand Year Lingzi you just happened to find just now, he swears to do you no harm and take you as his Disciple - Tudi - or, Toady.Since then you've been busy:Scoring a little-girl body for your new Seafood's soul transference; learning the Thousand Segment Carrionpede Form; killing a whole town to stabilize Seafood's new Pall Body, and for fun; joining the Rhean (GS Halfling analog) Resistance against the encroaching Myrmids (GS sentient bug race); investigating a purported subterranean Ancient City key to the Myrmid claim of Historic ownership.After finding and escaping the Ancient City overrun with... sumfin, you find the fing wot destroyed the City's Dimm Temple in a biggy room far above the cracked rock ceiling.Fittingly, you were just in the process of cutting into the superweapon's LIVE powercoupling and going into a cliffhanger when the thread hit page 11 and got chived.Prevs EpisodesEp1: http://thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2024/6051761/Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 2 + 1 (1d4 + 1)rollan Droogz
Rolled 3, 9, 12, 12, 7, 8, 8, 7, 8, 8, 7, 8, 10, 2, 1 + 30 = 140 (15d12 + 30)~~FILLER POST~~Out of the whole lot of likely lads you pick three musky turds to hench for you: DirtyNuggz, Uptush, and Pork Hos. They're all older than YOU, just a few years short of filling out full Orky; living this long means they're a good mix of kunnen n brütey.On your order they pick out the hearts and livers from the dedders, and collect most of the dropped kludgeware out of the thieving hands of the smaller Gobbz. You let them have dibbz on the uvva nice bits: kidneys, eyes, brains, hands. They'll need it to grow up bully n killy.Your next order is for them to make you a new suit of Quality Kludge Armor out of all the dropped bits, and same for themselves. They get to keep half of the unused balance Stuffs split between them, but YOUr Quality Kludge Armor better be the qualitest.Pork Hos, the meatiest, you tell to make dinner: helmet stoo, being meatz n bitz boiled with bludd in a helmet unwashed hung over a fire until it's a curdy soup. With all the helmets on hand he makes six servings at once. Comment too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d12)rollan new Quality KA
too pathetic; QM ups QKA to 9/9
>>6131352>>6131353Nyerr, suggestion boss!They're making QKA for the entire group. We're taking the best one.Roll multiple sets and give us the best result. Randomly assign the rest to the other droogs.
