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    154 KB slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)00:50 No.12025286  
    Continuation of

    I am still not finished, but getting there fast.

    I sat down and tried to ignore the tremendous levels of awkwardness. Asshole was seething, his anger so thick I could feel goosebumps on my skin whenever he looked at me, but he tried to act cool. “Will we be having pizza again today?” I asked, trying to fill the silence. GM shrugged and chewed the filter of his cigarette butt. He had a laptop behind his GM screen and was typing away. “I was thinking Chinese for a change. I’ll see if Chick and Tall agree once they get here.” I nodded. Chinese was good, and the pizza was pretty redundant. I took out my character sheet, and a fresh sheet printout and began to copy shit over. This one had a nicer design. I also had my new dice with me, I bought one of those World of Darkness pouches of 10 d10’s. They were pretty spiffy. Soon, the other two showed in together and we were ready to roll.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:53 No.12025334
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:53 No.12025341
    yay! Now to lose more sleep waiting!
    Least in the downtime it forces me to work on my campaign lol
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:54 No.12025346
    >ready to roll
    I laughed for some stupid reason
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:55 No.12025374
    Good, gives me something to distract myself with while I write this paper...
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:57 No.12025404
    Am I the only one here who would be interested in some actual drawfaggotry? Both the in-game story slowp is describing and the shenanigans at the table are fascinating to me. I can totally picture these people sitting at the table, the girl doodling, tallbro just leaning back and chilling, the gm with circles under his eyes bunkered behind a gm screen. Slowp, can you drawfag at all?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:58 No.12025422
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)00:59 No.12025432
    Fuck you, don't give him more shit to do!
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:01 No.12025464
    You fool! You've doomed us all!
    ...Eh, wasn't planning on sleeping tonight anyway.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)01:01 No.12025467
    Well I can sort of try I'm not too...

    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:03 No.12025488



    Id like to see this too but lets wait till after the story unless somebody is an especially talented drawfag.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:12 No.12025625
    I want to play in this group or one like it, I mean most groups around me that I know are all that Asshole described herein
    >> Gaeth !!Kabya1rjynv 09/10/10(Fri)01:14 No.12025646
    This game sounds immensely awesome, and I am now looking into it.

    Also, OP's slowness has almost become endearing.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:15 No.12025664
    No, no it has not.
    >> Gaeth !!Kabya1rjynv 09/10/10(Fri)01:17 No.12025685
    Please note the use of the word "almost".
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:18 No.12025694
    Come on slowp Im counting on you i know you can do it!
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:19 No.12025710
    Hell, I've been amused by slOwP's slowness this entire time.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:23 No.12025760
    What happened to though "oh i'll just type that shit up quick when I get home and go on a posting spree"

    >once, minota
    No, I dont believe once a minute is possible for this
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:26 No.12025781
    Dear all wirtefags,
    This is exactly the reason you type up your shit in notepad or word before creating a topic.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:26 No.12025786
    i feel like were getting really close
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:27 No.12025800
    I think ancient African cultures have enshrined the story of slOwP and the legendary unfinished myth of The Asshole in their mythology for centuries. And when the story is finished, and what was started is complete, the eloquen/t g/entlemen will fight Armageddon on the slopes of Mt. TG over whether OPs slowness is annoying or endearing, and slOwP will look down on the carnage. And he will be displeased, for his creation has caused so much strife in the ranks of /tg/. And so slOwP descended from his palace at the top of the mountain and smited the heathens with his slowpoke minions. The last warrior will challenge slOwP to a duel for the survival of mankind against his wrath. And when the last warrior had the upper hand, and slOwP is almost defeated, he pulls off his face-
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:27 No.12025803
    I've just gotten a raw text file of the story to this point. Suggestions on what to do with it? Anyone have a good way to turn a text document to a picture, other than copypasta into an image editor?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:28 No.12025813
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    Just a rough of OP's group.

    From L to R
    GM, Chick, Tall, OP, Ass

    OP is portayed as /tg/-tan

    WIP not done. Waiting on comments from slOwP
    >> Colt10mmGuy 09/10/10(Fri)01:28 No.12025821
    print screen+paste in ms paint
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:30 No.12025838
    It will be Ozzmarr who challenges him to a duel.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:35 No.12025902
    Bear against God, legend against Myth. The reckoning has arrived. Lightning flashes across the sky.
    Who will win? Will slOwP the bear be taken down by Ozzamar, almost a god in his own right? Slayer of evil? Or will Ozzamar fall prey to the Bear's super-bearian powers of telepathic ensnarement?
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)01:36 No.12025910
    Actually, these memories have inspired me to start thinking about a campaign I might run online with the same systems and some of the mechanics GM has thought up. But I do have a reputation as a bit of a slow GM...
    <3 I love it! 'cept I have Asshole's hair and GM's arms (oh wait those are fingers, not hair), Asshole's Bag of Burden is a backpack, and his hair hangs more in his face, but these are all minor details.

    Almost there...I have enough material to fill 4 fat posts.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:40 No.12025959
    This link ( http://i52.tinypic.com/335h4yq.jpg )is story so far. Just story. No amazing color commentary, for that you need the actual thread. I did sneak in someone's beautiful photo at the bottom, however. Photo is 1200x8000 pixels, and therefore tragically too large for 4chan.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:41 No.12025968
    You? Slow at DMing? Perish the thought.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:42 No.12025979
    Nevermind, tinypic made the words too small to read. Will upload somewhere else.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:42 No.12025989
    Yeah, I can't read that, yo.
    >> Colt10mmGuy 09/10/10(Fri)01:43 No.12026003
    Impossible to read
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:45 No.12026026


    Behold, a picture I actually bothered to check before posting this time!
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)01:50 No.12026111
    I would have given up by now if it wasn't your for love, /tg/. <3 Never cease being classy.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:52 No.12026119
    Speaking of never ceasing...
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)01:56 No.12026181
    so close i can taste it! I NEED to know what happens.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:03 No.12026261
    Ok, I'll post what I have so far.

    So here I was, knowing that the spiteful cunt was going to try something. I was angry, his bluff from before had worked on me, I had thought that just for a while he had given in and was really going to try and be part of the team. Or maybe he just had a change of heart and decided to be a prick after all.
    Tallbro recapped last session in detail, I think this is where that habit of his started. That guy has the memory of an elephant. He produced the map which he was left in charge of, and every place we visited was outlined in highlighter and pencil crayon with a little legend underneath. I couldn’t help but take an interest, forgetting all about Asshole for about a dozen minutes. I like people who can put effort into the game like that, and campaigns that are structured enough to support such things. GM made us feel like these were real places we visited. Some day, I want to be a GM of his calibre.
    We were now into the third day of exploring the creepy town. We opened some sodas and for a moment became our characters, sitting in a booth of a coffee shop and looking at the map. I carefully circled the addresses we were yet to visit. “Alright, what is this place? Doesn’t look like a house. I’ll ask the guy behind the counter about it.” Said Tallbro, looking at GM who told him it was an old sanitarium and now served mostly as a rehab clinic, both in the cold turkey sort of way and physical rehab after injury. Seemed like our kind of place. We split the drugs we had found in case we got cut off and needed to get back to reality. The GM also said that if a hit location of ours filled with Shock or mix of Shock and Killing, the heavy tranqs would let us use that hit location without penalty, but we received -1d to any action per dose, so the drugs had further uses.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:04 No.12026269
    At this point, I stated that we were horribly under-equipped. Asshole had his armor and an awesome gun, while I just had a revolver and extendable baton, and Drunk had his fire axe, which he stroked and cooed to while he didn’t think our characters could hear. Begin shopping montage! We visited the hardware store and let Drunkie run wild. He bought electrical tape, safety goggles, grip gloves, a file and a whetstone. I don’t remember if he got steel-toed boots or not, or any other shit. I think he had some minor skill in electronics. I think I talked him into getting a light he could clip to his belt, since he had a light source problem before. Anyway, he began to pimp his axe by wrapping its body in electrical tape for better grip (that shit tends to get slippery if your hands are sweating, but I’m not sure how much experience tallbro had with electrical tape in real life, and the gloves might offset that completely.), filing off the rust and sharpening the blade and spike to a point. I think he might have spray painted it too.
    In the meanwhile, I got Chick’s character a knife from the local hunting shop, and due to a lucky Persuade roll managed to score 3 used and slightly obsolete bulletproof vests and a riot helmet from the local deputy. My PI then spent the several hours in a field with Drunkie and Journalist Kid, teaching them some basics of unarmed combat, self defence against dogs in case any more of them showed up. This allowed them to spend their current XP on Brawl, and Chick bought a point of Dodge.
    In the meanwhile, Asshole made some armor piercings bullets, since one of his few out of combat skills was the ability to create ammo. I found this more than a bit suspicious.
    We arrive at the sanitarium. It’s tall for the buildings around it, and its grounds take up quite a large area just outside of town. It’s about 7 stories tall, and form the map we could tell that it was square with a courtyard in the middle.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:04 No.12026274
    We go through the gates, go inside, chat with the receptionist. I ask her about the person we need to see, and find out that as expected they are a patient here. We are asked to sit and wait while she clears this with some superiors or such. Chick’s character notices that the sun is setting...suddenly, the receptionist and the orderlies we had spotted before are nowhere to be seen. Drunk pulls his axe out of his guitar case (I think he named it at this point. Bessie or something.), Asshole (since he’s an asshole both in character and out, the name is interchangeable) gets his assault rifle out of a golf bag. My PI gets his trusty revolver in one hand and stuffs the extendo into his belt for easy access.
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    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:08 No.12026320
    You forgot smoke from the cigarette.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:08 No.12026321
    (These two were supposed to be the same post, but couldn't fit them in. Waiting for flood detection to relax.)
    I have quite a bit more than this, but I think I'll wait until the action bit is done, so that you don't have to wait in the middle of it.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:11 No.12026362
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    I don't know what you are talking about.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:12 No.12026382
    Simply awesome. They look almost like their real life selves.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:14 No.12026399
    Wait, hold on, am I the only one who is reminded of Shortpacked when I look at this art style?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:17 No.12026436
    Yeah, I see some similarity. Of course, I haven't read any of it since a couple years back, so maybe it's changed a bit.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:24 No.12026528
    I see it too.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:33 No.12026614
    More waiting? WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:36 No.12026637

    The student gets the riot helmet, shinguards, and is in charge of providing light with a powerful flashlight and record the events with a camcorder. He’s scared shitless, but I had convinced him that if he stuck close to me and drunkie he’d be fine.
    We proceed into the building, which gets darker and creepier by the minute. Eventually we found brutish humanoids with featureless faces and bulky arms and upper bodies prowling the halls. Sometimes they just watched us, sometimes they closed in. Asshole wasted no time in wasting them. We had found a patient roster, so we knew where we were going. Soon, we began to run into creepier creatures, gaunt, chattering, with frail bodies, big heads and massive toothy mouths. The spent their time shuddering in fetal positions or clinging to ceilings. They didn’t seem outwardly hostile, but any we passed began to follow us just out of the reach of our light, backing away when we looked at them. Clearly the first ones were an allusion to the orderlies, and the second to the patients. Once in a while they fought, with an orderly bullying a patient creature, or several patients swarming and eating and orderly. It was beautifully fucked up and disturbing, and netted me hardened notches in violence and supernatural guages- probably not a good thing for my character’s long-term sanity but a lifesaver when actually in those situations.
    Eventually we convinced Asshole in-character to stop shooting the Patients that followed us. They seemed quite pathetic, as if hoping the light would keep away the Orderlies, as it seemed to do. They simply walked to a far wall and leaned against it, bulky arms crossed, watching us with eyeless faces. Our destination was the fourth or fifth floor, I can’t quite recall. We made it to a stairwell, but found that the stairs to the next floor were collapsed halfway.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:36 No.12026643
    We remedied the situation by getting Drunk’s axe stuck between two bits of exposed rebar and letting my PI climb up that, then having Asshole, who had the most body boost the others up. We helped him up and freed the axe. Our creepy Patient groupies had no trouble scaling the sheer walls of the stairwell. Soon we there there, with only a few tricky areas to navigate.
    Soon, we reached the room, or rather the rundown cell. It was padded on the inside, stained with unknown liquids. Amidst it all was the curled-up body of a young woman. Drunk finessed the lock and hinges with his axe and cut through some kind of cloth-like web that had formed across it. The room’s padding inside was made of similar stuff but we paid it no mind and got her out. The moment she was out of her cell, looking like she wasn’t aware of what was going on, the Patient flipped out.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:37 No.12026651
    that's Patients, the monsters, mot the chick we rescued.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:41 No.12026675
    The suspense is killing my virginity, slOwP.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:42 No.12026680

    the image in my mind of that place is absolutely disturbing to me. i love it.

    im pretty sure i'd be shitting myself if i had to walk around in there.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:47 No.12026720
    I'm listening to lustmord, the artist whose music GM played frequently during that game. It feels wonderfully creepy, and really puts me into the mood to play a scary RPG.
    >> noko 09/10/10(Fri)02:48 No.12026726
    Any specific song? I feel like looking 'em up now.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)02:51 No.12026747
    I think the album is called A Light That Is Darkness. I started with Infinite Domain, then The Outer Shadow, The Ambivalent Abyss, and now A Light That Is Darkness floated up in the playlist. It's definitely the faster paced song so far, and nicely fits the image of our party running form a horde of not-quite-imaginary-enough freaks.
    >> Colt10mmGuy 09/10/10(Fri)02:53 No.12026757
    The GM for my thursday DH game has us listen to this:
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)02:58 No.12026794
    Do you guys think you can archive this? I really need to get to sleep soon, and I'm sure slOwP won't be done with it by the time I crash, which is soon as I work early tomorrow.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:01 No.12026818
    gotta sleep too
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:04 No.12026847
    got any more fisnished you can post, slOwP?
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)03:06 No.12026868
    The GM described their mouths as being tongueless and throat-less, just tools for biting and probably big enough to fit a human head inside. They swarmed us, more climbing in through the windows to the courtyard, chattering and hissing. Asshole let it rip with his rifle, but it was clear they’d overwhelm us. More emerged from the stairwell, so our escape route was cut off, and no one trusted the cell to keep us safe long enough to tranq up and get back to reality. A few orderlies arrived to stem the tides of patients, but each one that had his hands free charged at us, trying to get at the chick we had grabbed. Drunkie took one down with his axe in a glorious display of bloody rage, since his power was to smash shit hard with fists or weapons. I wasted a whole drum of ammo doing fuck-all to them, and the student was almost splattered against the wall, but once we reminded the GM that he was carrying the strongest flashlight he retconned it. Asshole, being himself persisted in using his telekinesis at full blast to push anything that got close away, resulted in a lot of sanity checks for us all.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:06 No.12026872
    For sleepy annons (including myself)
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)03:07 No.12026873
    We decided on the roof. Probably a dumb idea, but we were pressed for time and the GM didn’t give us a moment of peace to think this through. We fought our way to the other side of the square donut facility, since there was a stairwell on the other side. There were no stairs down, and the floor below was nothing but rubble and pointy rebar spikes. Not a fun fall. However, the way up was open, and soon we were on top of the facility. The GM described that the roof was uneven, and a section of it up ahead was elevated higher than the plane we were on, encompassed in a chain link cage. There was a ladder that led up to a door that would let us inside the cage. Seemed like a safe enough place, so we went for it. The creatures that followed us were relentless, swarming and howling, but not quite on the roof yet, thanks in part to Asshole who had a fun time in ramming them down the stairwell with the power of his mind for several rounds. We could hear them but not see them. Asshole made it up the ladder first. Once there, he stood above the ladder and turned to aim his gun at us, ordering us to put down our weapons.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)03:09 No.12026901
    Good night sleepy anons. I hope tomorrow you will look back at this story and forgive my astronomical lethargy. Many stars were born and died during the writing of these accounts.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:12 No.12026931

    cliffhanger ending? damn you!
    how will i sleep?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:13 No.12026938
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:13 No.12026939
    Not a cliffhanger, op is just incapable of updating at a reaspnable speed
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:16 No.12026968

    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:19 No.12026988

    slOwP, I wish you a good rest and that you choke on a million dicks for this cliffhanger.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:21 No.12027015
    I don't think OP went to sleep, he just said good night to the anon's that needs rest.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:22 No.12027019
    >Once there, he stood above the ladder and turned to aim his gun at us, ordering us to put down our weapons.

    If that's not a cliffhanger, I don't know that is
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:25 No.12027042

    i hope you're right. its about time i head off too but i MUST KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)03:25 No.12027045
    Nope, still here. Have faith dear anons if the patience required to follow my shitscribbles left any room for it.

    Drunkie dropped his axe, swearing and insulting him. The GM locked him in a stare. I had prepared a note ahead of time, and dropped it into the upturned hat on the table (a new feature of this game, since secret communication with the GM was common for us and we had not gotten into the habit of using electronics to message him as we would later) Asshole gave me a pissed off look and seemed as if he was about to go for the hat to get my note. He declared that he was going to spray me, not wanting to take any chances OOC. We rolled.
    On the note I had said that I was going to shoot his gun, hoping to disarm him, and was willing to use anything that equaled a fate or willpower point to make this work. He was not killing this game for me.
    Seeing as my character was the most injured so far (I had not succeeded a single dodge roll since the first session began and tended to waste bullets by missing), his roll would have torn me to ribbons. Every dice of his had matched, his widest being 4 or 5, and widest sets were faster, therefore moved first. I got a 3x10, a great set typically. I looked at the GM. He flipped through his printout quietly as Asshole kept repeating how he definitely killed me, I didn’t have enough wound boxes to survive that many bullets to my torso even with armor. Besides him, everyone was silent and watching GM. He looked up and stated that I moved first by a split second due to my power and fired a bullet right down the barrel of his gun as the first round was chambered, which destroyed its mechanisms from the inside, sending bits flying everywhere. Asshole jolted upright. I remember how his face turned red and the muscles on his neck stuck out.
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    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)03:35 No.12027106
    GM, a picture of determined patience calmly replied that my power doubled my width for the purposes of initiative only, and that I had used my power. He told him to sit down and play out what happened next. Smirking and high on the rush of success in an all-or-nothing situation, I mocked him in-character. “I told you I’d break your toy the next time you point it at me.”
    “No, fuck you.” He spat in his out-of-character voice, turning to the GM. “I throw him off the roof with my telekinesis.”
    We heard stomping upstairs and muffled swears. “Keep it the fuck down, I think you woke up my roommate.” GM warned. I didn’t even know he had a roommate at that point.
    “You can only push as a single action, lifting something is its own action, and moving something you lifted is another action, you’re going to have to split your pool, and you can’t push sideways.” I’m a bit murky on the details, but I think that’s what the next 20 minute argument boiled down to.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:37 No.12027132

    I retract my statement about you eating 1 million dicks. I'm sorry slOwP :c
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:38 No.12027138
    Why? Because his DM did something?
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)03:42 No.12027161
    Think about it. What if he ends up in the same situation in my DM's future game, and due to his hurtful comment on 4chan, he doesn't let him telekinesis someone off the roof too? Better cover your bases while you can.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:43 No.12027169
    Less griping more typing
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:50 No.12027219
    Is the story over? Should I stay around for a epilogue? Maybe a "where are they now" while the credits roll?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:51 No.12027232
    Y'know, this whole thing started as part of a bro-PC thread, so I'm betting that Drunkie is the real hero.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:54 No.12027256

    Actually, I'm guessing GM Roommate is the secret bro here.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)03:56 No.12027271

    Badger? Is that you?
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:06 No.12027348
    Just to clarify, I think that the GM ruled his telekinesis couldn’t push me off the roof from the current angle and the way he would need to do it would take multiple actions.
    Instead, he resolved to pull my gun out of my hand. Tallbro mumbled something about climbing the ladder and GM nodded at him, neither me nor Asshole heard that at that point, too caught up in trying to one up each other.
    “If he lifts his hands, I shoot him.” I stated. He beat me, and my gun was now in his hand. Fuck. Next round he was going to shoot me, and all I could do was try to dive for cover, when Tallbro declared he was going to punch in him the head from behind, and asked if he could punch him so hard that he fell from the ledge. “WHAT? HOW IS HE BEHIND ME? HOW IS HE BEHIND ME? NO, YOU CAN’T DO THAT YOUR CHARACTER HAS NO GOOD REASON TO! BULLSHIT!”
    There was a yell from upstairs telling us to shut the fuck up.
    “Seriously, shut the fuck up. Tallbro got there last round, he gets his turn now, and your back is turned, so he gets a bonus die and you’re already stated your action. Tallbro, that’s minus one for trying to knock him down, so no bonus, and minus one for aiming for the head. Now set one of your remaining dice to ten and roll the rest. You gotta get at least two sets to hit and knock down.” GM said. He rolled, and got more than enough.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:07 No.12027355
    Yay, he's back. I thought I lost this thread.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:20 No.12027434
    Pow. The GM describes how Asshole’s character turns and catches a fist in the face that lifts him off his feet and makes him turn gently in the air to land on his face below, right between me and Chick’s character. Drunkie had a 10d brawl pool (or tandise as captcha so kindly suggested), probably due to his power, and hit like a sledgehammer, but a 2x10 wasn’t enough to quite kill Asshole or knock him out. I declared that I was going to get my gun back as fast as I could, and Chick, being the only one of us to remember Asshole’s deagle sidearm from before, declared that her character was going for that, and his drugs too. Asshole screamed at us, screamed at the GM. He was convinced that we were breaking rules and ganging up on him. That we were, but he deserved every inch. (The Eliminating Angel just came up in the playlist, fuck does it fit what happens next.)
    GM stated that the creatures were catching up, having swarmed the other side of the roof edge to edge, closing in like a tidal wave and crawling in from the sides of the roof from below. Asshole tried to get up as a quick action, failed due to not having a single point in Athletics. I hit him with a Knockdown attempt, succeeded, he dropped again. My character yelled to the Journalist kid to make it up the ladder. Chick decided that her character was going to kneecap him at point blank for good measure, succeeded a Stability check and got herself a hardened notch in Violence. She actually rolled a match, first success in combat in the whole game’s three session history, with the GM declaring that his kneecap was completely shattered, leg crippled.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:21 No.12027444
    We left him behind, climbing the ladder and locking the door with the bar provided. Asshole screamed at us, getting up and gesticulating violently as he shared his thoughts on the amount of bullshit in the current situation. He tried to climb to safety once the GM stated that the creatures were closing in, maws ajar, but thanks to his lack of relevant skills and the penalty from his injury, he only got two dice to roll with. He didn’t make it. He was torn apart in seconds as we watched.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:27 No.12027486
    goddamnit, /tg/, this is the 3rd night this week you've kept me up late with awesome threads. My sleep schedule is fucked due to you.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:31 No.12027507
    I am beginning to think that the hero of this story might be the poor, under-rated, haggard, hard-working GM. He of the sunken, baggy eyes and nicotine-stained fingers. He who invited strangers into his home, to run a game of awesome immersion and story, and had to put up with the prickish stylings of Asshole.
    >> Fligh/tg/uy !!USvlahNxTB4 09/10/10(Fri)04:31 No.12027508

    >captcha seriously expects me to type a fucking flower...
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:33 No.12027520
    Out of character, he wasn’t happy. He spat as he freaked out, turning beet red. “GIVE ME MY TRANQUILIZER SO I CAN GET AWAY, RIGHT NOW. TELL HIM THAT YOU GAVE IT TO ME.” She backed off a bit but shook her head. He grabbed my dice and whipped them at Chick, which made me and tallbro get up (tallbro was much quicker on the getting up, being notably more chivalrous than I.) We didn’t even get to enjoy our awesome collaborative disposal of him. He turned on us. “SIT THE FUCK DOWN, I’M A BLACKBELT IN MUAI TAI, I’LL KICK YOUR ASSES IF YOU TRY AND TOUCH ME.”
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:34 No.12027527

    I hope this ends with asshole being 'escorted to the floor'
    >> FALCON- slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:36 No.12027533
    I heard thumping footsteps close in, a horrible apparition swinging down from the staircase’s rail making its way toward us, messy hair sticking every which way and looking for a second like some kind of poofy owl or some other hunting bird descending on its prey atop a body clothed in nothing but a wrinkly gray wifebeater/jersy thing and boxers. Asshole had but a moment to turn around as It happened - It being the most beautiful right hook I have ever seem, hitting him right in the fat cheekbone with a satisfying slap. Asshole went down, trying to grab onto the couch or the edge of the table for support. We had barely a moment to move back as the roommate grabbed him by the collar, punched him again and threw him across the living room toward the exit, then dragging him along the floor and out the open door. I couldn’t see, but I can only assume he tossed him down the porch. The roommate stormed back in. He was about as tall as me, but more lean and muscled, and looked as pissed as a wet cat. He was tanned, and definitely didn’t look like a nerd. He looked down at the heavy backpack by the couch and grunted “This his?” I replied with a yes. The bag was grabbed, lifted overhead and tossed out the door. I heard a crunch. I knew for a fact that he kept his warhams in there.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:36 No.12027538
    Shit just got real.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:38 No.12027548

    Fuck yes, I was right!
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:39 No.12027557

    Fuckin' called it
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:40 No.12027561
    MOAR MOAR! reactions, epilogue, etc.
    So much F5
    >> Fligh/tg/uy !!USvlahNxTB4 09/10/10(Fri)04:48 No.12027602
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    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:51 No.12027610
    Once he returned and gave us a look, Chick and I thanked him and explained that he was being a real douche for a while now. That seemed to amuse him. I retrieved my dice and he asked what we were doing and why he was pissed. Chick rose to the challenge and put it better than I- she explained what the game was about, the plot so far, why Asshole was pissed of, and why and how we killed him. Intrigued, he asked if he could watch.
    And that was the first time that we (save for GM) have met the true bro of this story. We will call him Coolbro, since he is just that, and has more of a social life than us. He wasn't a geek, nor a fa/tg/uy, and made money by playing guitar in bars and subways. He was a good actor, and really dug the idea of roleplaying. He was in the game by the end of the session. The GM asked if we could rewind back to the lumber mill, since he felt the loli was important. I agreed in a snap. Being a true fa/tg/uy (at heart. Physically I'm just a little jiggly.), I wanted to be with the little girl. Coolbro rolled up a rockstar that was born in the town, but had ran away from abusive parents along with his sister to seek a better life. He tracked his sister back to this town over three years after he lost her. His power was to channel emotions through his music, sometimes to destructive effect, a very potent power, but it was very limited, being impossible to use while moving and requiring an electric guitar and amps to use at full force. Otherwise he could calm down or rouse people through song. He was our party's bard and artillery.
    The guy was a real bro outside of the game too, and was very loyal to us. We got along well, and he once got me to the vet when my cat was sick, since he was the only one in our group that had a car.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:56 No.12027623
    > beats shit out of Asshole
    > wields the power of ROCK
    > helps sick cats

    Awesome bro is awesome.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)04:56 No.12027625
    So after we saved the loli (GM had made Asshole's canon death be when the creature that stalked us stabbed him through the head with its needle arm and pulled him away into the shadows. We salvaged his armor and weapons later.). We replayed the asylum bit with Coolbro in tow, the chick being held there ending up as his sister. The campaign only got better from that point on.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:57 No.12027626

    Seriously. Anyone dedicated enough to screencap the whole thing out there?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)04:58 No.12027630
    I would think that the asshole would call police or something because of the way he tries to abuse everything to go his way
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:01 No.12027636
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:04 No.12027642
    Oh, we were worried about that, but apparently he just soaked it up. Of course, the next day in the fucking local game shop, (I had to go and see, I can be a real social vulture sometimes) he made it seem like he was an oppressed and silenced warrior of justice, hated For No Reason by his group, who were probably jealous of his in-game competency. He had passive green and purple bruises on his cheek and temple from where he was punched. I told the real story to a select few friends who came to me as a witness and they passed it on as I understand. I didn't hand around long enough to find out. If anyone else is here in Canada and heard about someone getting the shit kicked out of them while RPing, it might be him.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:09 No.12027655
    But then he would have to admit that his super-strong Muay Thai failed him, and that he wasn't fast enough to pull out the Real Katana that he kept hidden in his trench coat. Seriously, I fucking hate kids like that. I want to give Cool Bro some cake.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:10 No.12027664

    Is it over?

    I- I'm free!
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:11 No.12027667
    At the end of the session, GM have us all a whopping 10 XP on top of what we have earned so far. That is enough to upgrade a stat twice, or max out a brand new skill.

    Coolbro has not changed much in the following three months (up until present date) He's a highschool dropout, but wants to get into a music school. A bit dyslexic and has a hard time understanding game mechanics to make the dice work for him, but he racks up so many bonus dice for awesome roleplaying and playing the songs at the table when using his power that it doesn't matter much.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:14 No.12027675

    Not yet. Might be something after the credits.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:16 No.12027684
    DrawChick thinks that simply calling her Chick was too boring. She has lost quite a bit of fat since the games started thanks to a heavy workout regime, and has, through the medium of MSN, threatened to punch me in the balls if I told you that. Since she is already guaranteed to punch me in the balls perhaps more than once due to the things I have said about her in the prior thread, I will wear a cup to the next session. She is still in high school and wants to be a vet. Shave your cheeks, DrawChick.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:17 No.12027697
    FUCK. I was about to go to sleep, and I saw that you had that afterward for DrawChick there, so now I have to wait and see if you give everyone one of those!
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:22 No.12027718
    Some of the stories about the games that get played by you guys, stories like this one, and the immortal tale of Elfslayer ... they're just so good, it makes me sad, that with all the tons of gamers I know, all the groups I game with or GM for ... I just never run across players or GMs that are that much fun.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:22 No.12027719
    Tallbro is afraid that 4chan will give him viruses, so he didn't want to read the thread. Chick and he had dated very briefly, decided it was not for them and stopped with absolutely zero arguing, confrontation or negative emotion. It was surreal, but alas, I had witnessed it with my very eyes. They still cuddle a lot on GM's greasy green couch, so I'm not so sure that things between them are quite as over as they claim they are. They go to the gym together, which is a good things, since during one of the sessions Tallbro was physically incapable of lifting Asshole's Bag of Burden, which is actually rather pathetic.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:27 No.12027734
    This story was totally worth it.

    Douchefuck fun-killing player gets punched in the face and kicked out of the group, his place taken by bro-tier player who would never have got into roleplaying otherwise.

    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:29 No.12027748

    And tallbro gets, if not the girl, at least the opportunity.

    Captcha: The Brunion. How appropriate--a bro union.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:29 No.12027751
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    Pic related, I think.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:30 No.12027757
    GM was the only person to have every been accepted by my grumpy shitty hairball of a cat. He sat in his lap of his own accord. He has NEVER sat in anyone's lap before. Disrespectful little cunt. I thought about giving him to GM, but he'd probably use his food bowl as an ash tray.
    Recently, he has devised a tiny lidded tray that could be mounted onto his laptop's floppy drive. His inventiveness and smoking addiction frighten and fascinate me. Recent evidence suggests that he may have a wife and kids he has left somewhere. GM provided no comment on that theory. I have no idea how old this fucker is.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:31 No.12027760
    It is... over? The story is complete?
    I never thought this day would come.

    Also, my regards to the DM, that awesome chain-smoking bastard. I want to be a DM like him once.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:33 No.12027772
    The GM is still my favorite character.

    captcha brogroin pal
    I am serious.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:33 No.12027774

    Indeed. I'm gonna smoke a cigarette right now in tribute to him.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:34 No.12027780
    Archivin' time?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:34 No.12027782
    And after staying up this late to catch the ending, I might look as sunken-eyed and haggard as he does too.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:34 No.12027783
    Do you mean the Elf Murderin' guy?

    Did he ever finish that game? It only goes up to part 5 in the archives. There was some drama with a tripfag for a while, so he may have just dropped it.

    Either way, if anyone's still looking for more slowly posted stories without the waiting then you should check out what's there.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:36 No.12027791
    Yeah, that's the one ... true /tg/ pantheon-tier.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:41 No.12027804
    Asshole had tried to Muai Thai some fat 14 year old in the FLGS over a warhams 40k rules dispute, and got shoved onto his ass by him. He got suspended from the shop for a month for that one. Oh the money I'd pay to have seen that with my own eyes.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:43 No.12027812
    See, this is why we need THAT GUY, to be the villain in the grand and exciting stories that is roleplaying gaems.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:44 No.12027815

    Did we ever get an ending to the Plaguemistress Feminazi story? Last I heard the the OP and another PC were locked away for killing the Feminazi, and a bro PC was busy hiring mercenaries.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:46 No.12027825
    And me? Well, things don't look that great for our game. We haven't played in over half a month due to no free time and schedule conflicts. Future busyness levels look grim until at least mid winter. I pray to the dice gods that they do not let this game die.
    In the meanwhile, I am looking for games online, IRC, preferably horror. I'm also willing to run a game if there's enough interest.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:47 No.12027828
    >> Inverted !yKrhNZG2NU 09/10/10(Fri)05:48 No.12027838
    I would be all over that bro. Love me some horror.
    >> Underdark Russian Writefag 09/10/10(Fri)05:50 No.12027842
    I've got a slot or two open in my online AFMBE campaign.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)05:55 No.12027859
    Interested, here. Always on the lookout for a decent game to eat up the hours.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)05:55 No.12027863
    Sweet. If we can get at least one or two more individuals, we're all set. I've never ran a successful horror campaign, but my latest GMing successes have given me some confidence.

    I picked up the handbook just last month. What kind of zombies?
    >> Underdark Russian Writefag 09/10/10(Fri)05:57 No.12027869
    Excellent. Email in name field.
    >sees yours is, too
    Well. This is awkward.

    What type? Plentiful, mean and unpleasant.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)06:03 No.12027910
    I see. I had quite the elaborate zombie campaign brewing as well, inspired by an ancient /tg/ zombie thread.

    Email in the email field, for those that are interested.
    Everyone who wants me to contact them will have to wait until tomorrow, as I am falling asleep.
    I had been deprived of videogames and fapping ever since I started this story. The things I sacrifice for you, /tg/. And now I sleep.

    If anyone is still interested, this is now officially a brostory thread. Tell us your best broplayer tales.
    >> Inverted !yKrhNZG2NU 09/10/10(Fri)06:06 No.12027934
    Zombie game sooounds dandy! E-Mail in my field now.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)06:14 No.12027966
    Ruskie and Inverted, you'll receive word from me soon.

    You, email me so that you don't get lost in anonimity.

    Anyway else who wants in, email me, don't be shy. Even if it's to tell me to stop typing stories with my dick for /tg/.
    >> Underdark Russian Writefag 09/10/10(Fri)06:15 No.12027970
    Feel up to joining my game?
    >> Inverted !yKrhNZG2NU 09/10/10(Fri)06:18 No.12027988
    Willing to give it a shot, yeah.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)06:25 No.12028011
    I hope the drawfag from before returns to illustrate Coolbro. That drawfag had a neat style.

    With that, I depart. Good night /tg/. Keep it classy.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)06:31 No.12028031

    Excellent story OP. Would read again. Looking forward to hearing more in future :)
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)06:33 No.12028041
    (have not left yet but will after this post)

    Of course. I have not told you about the Most Awesome Pizza Guy yet.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)06:34 No.12028052

    Well OP, let's fucking do this :)
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)06:35 No.12028056
    Other time, eyes hurty
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)06:42 No.12028088

    Anon shall await patiently.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)07:51 No.12028485
    I'm so in
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)08:13 No.12028594

    What DID happen to that? I hate to think it was never finished :c
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)08:43 No.12028736
    I just read this story. It was a beautiful tale, OP. More of a "that guy" story, but still awesome.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)09:31 No.12028939
    Can somebody screencap slOwP's story?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)10:52 No.12029438

    If this thread is still here after my classes, I'll do the whole thing. Keep it alive, dudes.
    >> psydpope 09/10/10(Fri)12:14 No.12029923
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    >mfw this thread finally finishes

    There is no amount to the level of bro-ness that the room mate showed there. Asshole kind of reminds me of a player in my group, but he's a lot less of a douchebag than the trenchcoat muay thai wielding dickhead in your game.
    >> Colt10mmGuy 09/10/10(Fri)12:32 No.12030064
    In a DH game my noble firebrand got into a bit of trouble after dicing up a prisoner, bro-psyker threatened to explode all of the enforcers faces if they didn't let us go. Me and the arbites walked free but bro-psyker got collared and killed some enforcers before his head went poof.
    >> Colt10mmGuy 09/10/10(Fri)12:39 No.12030129
    Oh yeah, by a bit of trouble I mean the entire squad up for summary execution or so...
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)13:49 No.12030834
    This was a beautiful thread, slOwP.
    Email in the field, I'm not sure if I'll have time for any online gaming, but you're so cool, you can contact me and be bros with me or some shit.
    >Richardson, dappers
    No, captcha, I'm not Dappers Richardson, I don't even know who that is or if that's even a real name.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)14:15 No.12031147
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    It's...it's done? Oh god...finally...
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)16:10 No.12032646
    Yes anon, it is done.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)16:12 No.12032685
    Copying the whole thing into paint. This... is gonna take awhile.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)16:13 No.12032697
    Pizza guy time now?
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)16:27 No.12032886
    Sorry, not now, just woke up have stuff to do.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)18:17 No.12034442
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)18:18 No.12034454
    that system sounded familiar, like monsters and other childish things.
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)21:42 No.12036817
    Hey, is that guy who's working on the screencap still going?
    >> Anonymous 09/10/10(Fri)21:52 No.12036925

    We can hope.
    >> slOwP 09/10/10(Fri)22:51 No.12037630
    Yeah, that is the first ORE game I have found. It took me so much effort to hunt down DRYH and Monster And Other Childish Things pdfs.
    >> Anonymous 09/11/10(Sat)02:01 No.12039647

    I have to do it all over again because a power failure/surge killed my computer and I didn't save. I'm pissed as fuck.
    >> Anonymous 09/11/10(Sat)07:23 No.12042212
    bumping for future screencap

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