"God was confused. Why did man not want to be saved?"-Unknown, dated M26You may have made a mistake.---Read the previous threads at: https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=False%20WomanYou possess an amount of Strain equal to your Conditioning score. When attempting actions beyond your current capacity, you gain a point of Strain. Attempting to Strain while at maximum Strain will result in a Strain Check. During a Strain Check, roll 1d10 for every point of the relevant Parameter. Results that are 6 or above count as one success. Results of 10 count as two successes. Three successes must be rolled to avert a critical failure. Fail or pass, after a Strain Check, you cannot Strain again until you restore your Strain by seeking shelter.This quest allows you to designate a second-choice vote on decisions with three or more options before Write-Ins. When votes are totaled, the option with the least votes for it will be removed, with votes for that option instead being changed to the second-choice of those voters. Second-choice votes are also used to break ties. This helps increase the accuracy of votes, but is not mandatory. Please specifically mark your second-choice as such if you do so.Vote stay open for a minimum of six hours, but will usually take longer.A note: My writing style is pretty dry, but don't mistake that for it being serious.
Your eyes well up with tears as the metal burns through the back of your neck, your body tensing with the pain before eventually going limp. Thin rivulets of metal trickle past you, mixing with the yellow and orange threads embroidered into your jacket. You'd crossed the foundation, met Corvus, crawled up through the hive, survived scrapcode with Tobias just to die here...?Oh, Omnissiah. Was it all for nothing?Fat droplets of water fell on your lap, as you felt your jaw going slack. The thin tendrils of metal breached the bone of your spine, and you felt the feeling in your legs going dead, your heart turning sluggish. The conductive force in your nerves was being overwhelmed by burning pain, and your limp head rolls back enough to give a face to the creature that was descending upon you, Corvus Lictor's ruined legacy running down your face where it had spilled over your head. There were screams coming from elsewhere in the temple, and you realize finally that the fires you had felt before had not been a trick of the light or the daemon- whatever forces Korash had unleashed, the forges were burning.Perhaps you'd be lucky, and the molten brass would eat through your spine and kill you before the daemon could extract whatever Korash wished for from you. That may be nice, a partial cremation in molten metal...Then, your vision softly fuzzes and clicks. The world deepens around you- not sharper, but you feel more of it than you once did. It's hard to explain- you felt as if you knew things about what you couldn't see.+++ System booting... ++++++ User ID: 0x434C2D343134 ++++++ System Pattern: Mars-2-2.0.1 ++++++ Detecting other devices... done. ++++++ Loading new coprocessors. ++++++ Detecting noospheric parameters... done. ++++++ May the Omnissiah's Will be done. +++Your fingers twitch, and then your hand curls. With a gasp, you jerk slightly forward. Symbols fill your vision, and something very warm is filling your insides, coalescing in your spine and cooling inside of you. The back of your neck feels oddly stiff, though it gently cracks as it flexes, something stiff falling away. You can suddenly breathe normally again, and you look up and into the eyes of the daemon bearing down on you.Acrid red text highlights it's core as a HOSTILE target.Then it's front section crumples. The imprint of a hand appears in the mass of nerves and spectra, digging into it's empyreal flesh and tearing it, ripping the daemon's body with but a thought.You freeze as the hand retreats back over your shoulder, and you can't help but carefully glance over your shoulder, wide-eyed, seeing only the bare walls to your right, and part of the podium. Your hair suddenly billows as something moves over your shoulder faster than you can believe, but by the time you whirl around, the daemon's center has already been caved in, sending it back in a flailing mess of limbs and arcs of motive force.
>>6151988Something pushed you up onto your feet, and you stumbled forward in surprise, managing to catch yourself against the podium somehow, your hand barely managing to grasp the corner. The room swam, but you could still see the daemon, stark as day as it flung itself at you.>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...>It's caught in the side and flung away from you, then finished by crushing it's pseudo-skull.>You squeeze your eyes shut, and when you open them scattered limbs are disintegrating around you.
>>6151989>>It's caught in the side and flung away from you, then finished by crushing it's pseudo-skull.
>>6151989>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...
>>6151989>It's caught in the side and flung away from you, then finished by crushing it's pseudo-skull.
>>6151989>>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...
>>6152736As I read this it got me hoping it a MIU Weapon Interface Power Fist
>You stare at it blankly as it abruptly is slammed down to the ground, massive fingers digging into it's body...Wrrriting.
>>6153151Sorry about the delay, had to take care of some holiday stuff.
>>6154726And apologies for the further delay, this time I'M the one who got sick and had to head into town to see a specialist about it.
>>6157643I can't believe...
>>6157693That Bentus...
>>6157763is fucking sick!
