>>2487515>>2486680>>2486630>>2486563>>2486719Last Thread >>2472256You arrive at a shithol... Rustic... Russian hamlet. Filled with unsavory characters and what looks like a Mi-Go wearing a bad disguise as it pretends to read a newspaper twenty feet away from a Grey wearing a trench coat and sitting at an outdoor cafe. The Grey waves to you. You also notice a few other, slightly less suspicious characters. An Arabic man sitting at the same cafe looking amusedly on at the crab's shenanigans. A man running an open garage for Privateer's powered armors, and a man staring blankly at you in the middle of the street, looking like he just go got hit upside his head by a steel wrench. Ah, industry towns. They never fail to disappoint.>A, Go over to the "Grey" waving at you.>B, Go over to the Arabic man?>C, Go over to the head case starring at you in the middle of the road. >D, Go get resupplied and get the hell out of here!
>>2489246>>A, Go over to the "Grey" waving at you.kinda rude just to just ignore him, even if he is an alien.
>>2489246>>A, Go over to the "Grey" waving at you.
>>2489246>>A, Go over to the "Grey" waving at you.Greys are Mi-Gos wearing better disguises?
>>2489246>>A, Go over to the "Grey" waving at you.It would be rude to ignore him.
Also; this is what I'm picturing right now.
>>2489646>>2489625>>2489592>>2489589>>2489546>>2489486>>2489266You get out of your armor and walk up to the finely dressed Arab man. He merely laughs and shakes his head while gesturing towards the Grey that still hasn't quit waving at you, "We will have plenty of time to talk later my friend, I believe you have a more pressing engagement." You're about to refute that when you feel a tug on the sleeve of your pilot's suit. The Grey has walked over and is trying to pull you towards its table. Looking over at the Mi-Go in the bad disguise you say, "Why not just talk to me person, what do you want crab!" The Grey pulls harder and you give it a go to hell look, but it conspiratorially looks left and right while holing a finger over its mouth. Evidently the little bastard wants to talk in private.>A, Hear it out.>B, Pull away and sit down a the Arab man's table. >C, Leave and go back to your armor. Enough of this silliness!>D, Go to the Armor mechanic.
>>2491554>a finger over its mouth.???Mi-Gos don't have mouths; their whole heads are just balls of feelers. What kind of disguise is it wearing? Some kind of latex human-skin?Anyway:>A, Hear it out.
>>2491928The Grey and Mi-Go are separate creatures. Greys were meat puppets used by the Mi-Go during the 20th century to fool humanity, now they're used by incompetent Mi-Go who don't know how to speak english as a kind of universal translation device. It acts under the mental command of the Mi-Go and is brain dead when not in use. Any Mi-Go can easily use one and carry on other activities at the same time. The Mi-Go you are talking to is at a separate table wearing a disguise about as bad as your pic, the Grey is dressed similarly.
>>2491554>A, Hear it out.
>>2491554>>A, Hear it out.
>>2491554>C Pop pop pop making Mi-Go drop.
>>2491554A, Hear it out
>>2491958Ah right. Thanks!
>>2492051>>2492063>>2492731>>2491928>>2492482You (reluctantly) sit down with the Grey. It's dressed like a 1930's detective and even speaks like one. "Word on the street Kid, is that you've got HOT merchandise, see. Well, I want in on it. Some folks back home don't like that kind of stuff getting into the wrong hands, and Brother, that fifth columnist's tentacles were the wrongest imaginable. We believe, he had Communist leanings." The Mi-Go's puppet goes on like this for a while. Communism, and its equally maligned progeny Democratic Socialism. Were failed political systems that died out just before Cthulhu awakened. Responsible for starting World War 3 in 2030. Thankfully, its adherents were rounded up and put to death in mass tribunals post reconciliation in 2038. However, the Mi-Go isn't talking about that. He's talking about Communism circa 1943, the Red Scare. Long story short, you've won serious brownie points with the Mi-Go's Committee on Foreign Affairs and the ever growing threat of Mi-Go communist subversion. They're willing to make you an honorary agent if you hand over the Mi-Go glyph. This will bring about certain, rewards. If you seek them out. >A, Give him the Glyph. >B, Keep the Glyph.
>>2496299>A, Give him the GlyphEasy come, easy go
>>2496299>>A, Give him the Glyph.even if we give this one away we will get better stuff in the future, better dead than red
>>2496299>A, Give him the Glyph.I'd rather have good-boy points from Mr. Krabs than walk around with an alien a-bomb we barely know how to use in our front pocket.
>>2496299>>A, Give him the Glyph.This will help the folk. How'd they find out about the glyph?>>2496658But what if we could make it work?
>>2496299>>A, Give him the Glyph.
>>2496963no point in fiddling with alien technology and killing ourselves when we can just trade it for more stable gear that we didnt get from some commie crab in a warehouse
>>2491958Also; this is the new image I have in my head.
>>2497030>>2496963>>2496847>>2496658>>2496491You take out the two separate pieces of the Glyph (making sure they don't come into contact) and give it to the Grey Detective. "Smart move kid," he pulls out a 1950's styled ray gun from underneath the table and puts it into his jacket, "I was afraid you were one of them." It reaches back into its jacket and hands you card along with a bag full of a metallic powder. "Burn this while blinking that pattern into night sky and we'll come running. Here's looking at you kid, good luck fighting the Red Menace!" It says in as cheerful of tone a Grey's throat can manage before disappearing along with the Mi-Go in a blinding flash of light. You sit there for a moment, stunned. Not sure what is and isn't real anymore before a far more dangerous threat comes and joins you at your table.The well dressed Arab man sits down and smiles at you. "That was a funny exchange, the Mi-Go really are something else once you get to know them." He says with a smug look on his face, like he knows more about that particular subject than you'll ever hope to understand. You don't like him immediately. Anybody that deals with the crabs that much has got to be an asshole. >A, Tell him to fuck off. >B, Ask him what he wants. >C, Don't say anything, just continue to listen. Don't worry, he loves the sound of his own voice. >D, Get up and leave.
>>2499115>C, Don't say anything, just continue to listen. Don't worry, he loves the sound of his own voice. This sounds like the clever option.
>>2499115>B, Ask him what he wants.
>>2499115>>C, Don't say anything, just continue to listen. Don't worry, he loves the sound of his own voice.Stroke ego.
>>2499182>>2500059>>2500135He stops talking for a second and smiles at you, "So, you think I just love the sound of my own voice? Well, your instincts are good Privateer. I'm not your friend. However, I have an interesting job for you as you seem to be interested in helping the downtrodden. Fifty miles north east is a little town with a big problem, and you're going to fix it for them." He stops speaking to slide you a bank account number and his smile turns into a sneer. "Be more mindful of your thoughts around me in the future or you may not have one! The mechanic across the street will outfit you, use the funds in this account." With that he stands up and his features melt away into an indistinct shadow and a gate opens up behind him showing everything and nothing. The gate stretches out and consumes him, then slowly closes in on itself. A faint whisper leaves with you a final piece of advice, "Stock up for a long and brutal engagement or you won't survive." Police, military, fishermen, lumberjacks; they all have ghost stories. Not Privateers, we have celebrity gossip of the darkest sort. Things men and beast were never meant to see, let alone communicate with. And, right at the top of that list are avatars of the outer gods. Nyarlotep in this case. Bagging one of them means retirement and a lifetime of wealth. Interplanetary commendations and a glorified recognition of being a friends to all races. If you can live to enjoy it that is. Most Outergods have more than one avatar, and they don't like it when their numbers are cut down, for any reason. This little errand being dangled in front of you is likely a death sentence, or worse. But, you go ahead and check the bank account anyway. Sixty million dollars. About five years of good hard work in one payment. Enough to "upgrade" to a higher service industry. Like piloting your very own battle platform in space or planet side. You've always lived by the motto "go big or go home." Well, now's your chance. >A, Take up Nyarlotep's job offer. >B, Sell the sighting information of Nyarlotep and bug out. Worth about a million dollars. >C, Go look for another settlement on your own, nothing good comes from dealing with such unusual clients. >D, Think about it later, go over to the mechanic for now get your Power Armor serviced.
>>2502742>B, Sell the sighting information of Nyarlotep and bug out. Worth about a million dollars. Fuck what. Jesus I thought we would be fighting deranged and heavily armed cultists and maybe shuggoths if we were really unlucky.
>>2502742That asshole probably WAS Nyarlhotep.
>>2502742>D, Think about it later, go over to the mechanic for now get your Power Armor serviced.
>>2502759>shuggothsHumanities affiliation with the squids hadn't endeared them to the Shoggoth, at first. However, part of the Augustine treaty mandated the release of all sapient life from bondage on the face of the earth for all signers of the accord. That included the still much maligned Shoggoth. The Elder Things were forced to return their controlling perennial systems to them, permanently freeing them from obligation or the need to war. So ingratiated to mankind for this act. They willingly service mankind aiding Venusian and Martian terra forming projects, rare manufacturing, and some have even serve as auxiliary forces in the inner system human military special forces. Of all the alien beings in benign affiliation with mankind. Most people consider their rustic charm, isolationist nature, and sentimentality endearing.
>>2502742>D, Think about it later, go over to the mechanic for now get your Power Armor serviced.We didn't come here to *not* fight monstrosities the likes of which mere mortals what not of, but we also need our equipment in tip-top order before we engage them.
>>2502844Oh thank Christ; I've been trying to post that all day!Bloody 'connectivity problems'.
>>2502742>D, Think about it later, go over to the mechanic for now get your Power Armor serviced.Lets get an upgrade
>>2503514>>2503107>>2502907>>2502844>>2502825>>2502759With the departure of space aliens and eldritch horrors. You finally decide to get down to some real business. Reequipping your mech. While the cryptic warning still weighs heavily on your mind you walk into the Power Armorer's shop. A crude hanger bay filled with every kind of nigger rigged black market tool setup imaginable. Stolen Mi-Go bio plating, Elder Thing cachalot coating (ewghh...), photostatic copied diagrams of things that haven't been invented yet courtesy of the Yith (fucking ghosts), R listed military technology, suitcase nukes, improperly stored anti matter, miniature black hole for making the anti mater (also improperly stored), quantum entangler, bio weapons, large deposits of radioactive metal sheeting (properly stored), black listed carbon interfacing fiber for personality duping, black listed artificial musculature most likely stolen from the Mi-Go or worse (traded), chips containing retrograde nanobot cyber virus infiltrators. gravimetric weaponry, experimental vacuum energy engines, alien porn, Mi-Go porn, Yith porn (rare), Elder Thing porn (depressingly common), "A Shoggoth's Memoirs: Why the Elder Things Owe Us Reparations," artificial sexual vaginal replicas for all the major races, "Internet Humor, Around Shoggoth's Never Relax," numerous empty liquor bottles, and finally a "heavily" used sexbot with broken hip chassis. You don't see the actual mechanic anywhere inside, so you got out back through his shop looking for him and find him entertaining a few "guests.">Cont.
>>2503921"What are you doing my two friends, why didn't you bring your own Vodka? Why am I always left holding the bill for you two, eh? Tы, чepт вoзьми, мeдвeди!" He drunkenly slurs out and falls over as the brown two bears finish drinking his vodka and collapse themselves into a deep slumber. You walk up to him and quickly dodge an empty vodka bottle he throws at your head. Before he has time to blink you've your palm blaster leveled at his head, hot and glowing. "Go ahead, do me and the world a favor you peбaнaя aмepикaнcкaя кaпoтилиcтcкaя coбaкa, мы вce - нe чтo инoe, кaк кocмичecкoe дepьмo, нo ты чyвcтвyeшь хyдшee, пoнимaeшь янки? ИДИ ДOMOЙ!">A, Do him a favor. >B, Tell him the "black man" sent you .>C, Pound his ass for a couple minutes to sober him up. >D, Grab him and drag him to whatever excuse for a shower that he has and run some cold water over him.
>>2503943>C, Pound his ass for a couple minutes to sober him up. this isn't gay right?>D, Grab him and drag him to whatever excuse for a shower that he has and run some cold water over him.
>>2503947No, it's beating the shit out of him, for minutes.
>>2503943>>D, Grab him and drag him to whatever excuse for a shower that he has and run some cold water over him.We are polite and kind.
>>2503951Backing.Also:>"A Shoggoth's Memoirs: Why the Elder Things Owe Us Reparations,"Made me laugh. I love the idea of Shoggoths on Tumblr whining about oppression & blaming everything on being created as a servitor race.
>>2503948Just making sure, alot of gay allegories in those two posts.
>>2503951>>2503947>>2503961You power down your palm blaster, then grab him. He tries to struggle out of your grasp, but elbowing him a few times into the head earns you his cooperation. Bum rushing him into the garage. You find an industrial sink and turn on the cold tap. Glacially cooled Russian spring water comes running out and you wait for the sink to fill up. Your elbowing dazed him a bit, but just as he's about to resume his struggle and take a swing at you. You dunk his head and hold it under for a few... Minutes. Letting him up a few times when he starts to choke. "Hey there Comrade," you shove his head back under for a few more seconds then let up again, "am I getting through to you!" The man screams pleadingly in Russian, "Пoжaлyйcтa, пoвepьтe мнe, дpyг, мы нe пoдcтpoили вaши выбopы eщe в 2016 гoдy, Хиллapи Клинтoн былa пpocтo пpитвopным дepьмoвым кaндaдeтoм."You get mad, "You're a funny guy. Do you know what I did to the last fuck that was dumb enough to throw something at my head?" You shove his head underwater, again. This time punching his ribs a few times to get the next point thoroughly across, "I cut his fucking arm off!" With that, you pull him out of the sink and shove him to the ground. Then, stomp outside and bring your Power Armor in. He's unconscious from your rough treatment, but you'll wait, you're patient and polite, after all. Or, you can just him some bennies. Sure, it might make his heart explode, but fuck him. If he dies you can just do the maintenance yourself. >A, Dope his ass. >B, Wait and get some sleep in your Power Armor.>C, Do the basic maintenance yourself while you wait. >D, Steal something.
>>2504054>>C, Do the basic maintenance yourself while you wait.Probably not a good idea to go too far with this guy, he might be connected.
>>2504020What happens in Russia, stays in Russia. What happens in this mechanic's shed of nightmares, stays with you for life. Hence your "polite" treatment of him.
>>2504054>D, Steal something.The sexbot
Also, translate the Russian in google if you're curious. It's mildly amusing
>>2504071You don't want it. The lower half is a metal pair of male leges with the words, "love me tender over the anus." The front is full of every kind of alien female genitalia imaginable with the "male" parts off on a shelf to the side for easy swapping out. The upper half looks like some kind of Russian whore with too much makeup on and clearly has latex skin.
>>2504072your Russia sucks or your google translate skills suck harder.Lucky I tried learning Cyrillic once.
>>2504074I figured it be in such depressing state we could probably get it for free.We can rebuild her, we have the technology.
>>2504075Oh, it's just direct english to Russian, I can only imagine how shit the backwards translation is.
unintelligible, but I'm try and rebuild it and take some creative shitposting pol tier guesses.
Anyway, this thread is closed as of now. Submit your votes and I'll put the continuation in thread number 3.
>>2504081I wish I kept it. The first one was him complaining the two bears never bring any booze, only drink his. The next line was him saying everything is cosmic shit and you should go home you fucking Yankee. The final line was him cracking wise about the Trump collusion shit. An ancient joke for them that's basically come to mean, don't blame Russians for everything.
>>2504087Awe I was still trying. I basically got that, but I needed to cut out bits and pieces here and there to get the google translate to change the translation.
>>2504092I checked it myself, there was no way anyone would have been able to get it. It brings up Hillary Clinton being a military cadet for some reason.
>>2503943>>2504054"you fucking bears""fucked up American capitolist cockroach fucking us all - Do not you understand Yankee, do not you understand? GO HOME! ""This last one is taking me a while"Please, I'm sorry, we did not rig your choice in 2016, Hillary Clinton was just a petty bloodthirsty candidate/puppet"Best I guess I could do.
>>2504087>I wish I kept it.The original English post you typed in translate?
>>2504123>"fucked up American capitolist cockroach fucking us all - Do not you understand Yankee, do not you understand? GO HOME! "The original line was, something about how we're all cosmic shit, but Americans, we stink the worst. Then he said do you understand? Go home!>>2504123>Hillary Clinton was just a petty bloodthirsty candidate/puppet"She was just a shitty candidate." That's it. The Google translate added half a dozen words.
>>2504056>>2504071Alright, I'm closing this thread for realz diz time. I'm not coming back here except to link to the new thread so any votes not submitted after the next ten minutes wont' be counted.
>>2504152>C, Do the basic maintenance yourself while you wait. still want sexbot... to repurpose... yeah....