Twitter: https://twitter.com/LukaLukaLuuPrevious Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2632296/You are Dietrich Otto Jäger, Sturmtruppen of the Great German Empire. You were born into a war that the world had forgotten the reason for. Birthed into a great machine with the sole intent of consuming life, you stood out with the ability to end it. Fast tracked into the elite line breakers of the Empire, a massed allied assault saw you thrown from training and directly into the lines. A patrol across the No Man’s Land behind the Somme ended with most of your unit dead and eviscerated, ripped apart and torn asunder by an American airborne unit. The Harpies mixed in to the regular troops did vicious work, yanking your comrades limb from limb before you even got to know them. Another soldier stepped in for you at your moment of demise, Siegfried. The massive concussion of his Krupp Schrotflinte 6 was only dwarfed by his frame. Towering at easily seven feet and well over two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle the only thing he didn’t excel at was hiding. He’s stood to the left of you now, firing as fast as the rotary magazine on his shotgun cycles. The mass of flesh advances, paying no mind to the wall of lead flying from Siegfried’s barrel. You silently damn whatever German scientist cooked up this made concoction of chemicals that raised the dead to fight the living. Still, you couldn’t help but be in awe at the endless reserves Siegfried had shown time after time. Even now, the man was surely concussed from the blow he gave himself during the fight with the Banshee. Even just thinking of the damnable creature gave you a shudder, and you hoped to whatever long dead god there may have been that you had at least finished the one hunting you. The Choir, a group of monsters in service of death itself in some bid to continue this endless loss of human life. Something about you called them however, as if you stood outside the cycle, a threat needing to be culled. Where it not for your friends such as Siegfried and Nixie you’d surely have succumbed to the monstrous brides of the reaper by now. Nixie, who flanked your right side. Surely some joke could be told of the meeting shared by you two.
You had picked up Nixie after your first night of training, her home burnt to the ground by flametroopers set on wiping out a nest of fairies inside the woodland. The small creature spat venom at you as you hovered her boot over it, and something inside you told you to spare it. Now, having been carried through combat, turned into the mascot of your unit, and even taken up arms herself you were glad for the company. It seemed Nixie had the ability to shift her form, from that a diminutive woodland creature to a full figured woman. She occupied the latter, stood beside you draped in a multitude of french cloaks stained with blood, mud, and gore. The tattered cloth hung off her, blowing in the occasional blasts of wind pressure the artillery threw out as it exploded around you. Her hair, matted down with strands of sinew was soaked by the ever constant rain. The acidic water roiled down from the heavens, cursing this damned assault and chilling you to the bone. Behind you, the munitions dump that your unit had been tasked to assault was firmly shut from the elements. The remainders of the French honor guard and command had locked the door tight from the hell outside, though one of your comrades was intent on blowing it off the hinges. Dok was crouched beside him, trying to loop the intestines of a comrade back into his stomach. A futile effort you would hazard to guess, the yellow viscera coated in mud and grains of unspent powder and who knows what else. A shell detonated nearby, close enough to knock you all to the ground. When you finally cleared the mud from your eyes, Dok had left his work, a pistol in his hand as he fired into the advancing horde. You looked back to the trooper, only to find a man bisected by a thrown chunk of trench wood.Hauptmann, your commander would know what to do here. A charismatic old dog of war, fallen to a member of The Choir. You: Left him to die in the trench Let the Wulfstruppen turn him in order to save him
>>3050279LUKA, AHHHHHHH YOU LIVE. HOLY SHIT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??!?!?!?!Its been so long, Fuck what was Hauptmanns feelings on the wolves again?
>>3050290He was not a fan of them, but would you kill him for that? There's been a lot going on in life its been really hard to get into the head space to write.
>>3050292Ah Fuck, I'm sorry Hauptmann but you're too much of a badass to not become a Lycan. I know that feeling boss, was almost evac'ed and still scrambling for a job myself.>>3050279 Let the Wulfstruppen turn him in order to save him
>>3050294Yeah a lot of stuff has been going down but I still have kept at work on the quest for when I could get back to it. I also had a really damn good idea for a tie in/alternate/unrelated/double MC possibly?!?!?!?! So I got that going. Good to hear you are alright though buddy.
>>3050296Aye same as well I'd be fucking pissed if I missed any threads of these. I've been here from fucking day one god damn it! best girl is still tinker bell I take it the tie in/alernate/unrelated/double MC is gonna be equally upsetty with a barren waifu and uh.. I dunno, I guess seelie fae squad mascot?
>>3050297 So I'm a michiganfag, grew up and lived here all my life. As a wee lad I was obsessed with the Edmund Fitzgerald and all the Great Lakes Shipwrecks. The idea that there could be up to 25,000 ships kept below the waves I regularly swim in? Fuck me it was sweet. Anyways I had a dream recently that I was stuck in the great white hurricane of 1913 and I was like hang on that would be a sweet ass setting for a monster filled horror quest. Then I realized I write a monster filled horror quest! I could fudge some dates, say the storm became permanent and grew angry, throw some Michigan lore like wendigos in there and boom! American based mariner MC that eventually gets deployed to the war.
>>3050303 As a PennFag you need to be stay your sinful hands, I ain't dealing with no spooky shit from our fucking great lakes.However that would be quite a turn of events but they would just end up dying somewhere else on the front OR to our dude here like the american? guy who we ganked from the harpy waifu.
>>3050305 Yeah I feel like I'd do all this work and then end up killing the guy I write. I still want to do it, the dream was too vivid and too good but I guess it is going to get shelved for a long time until I finish Greatest War because running two at once would be a bad idea. Maybe I could figure something out. Fellow lake fag heil
>>3050310 Don't get me wrong, Something like that would probally be a great Omeak or something for just those days you wanna write something from another side. Or hell when we die because the Choir finally catches up you can run with that guy in our place. Two quests at once right now would end up killing things even moreso I think. Aye Lake Fags heilSo do you have a rough ideas as to when you might be able to pick up the thread encase nobody shows up boss?
>>3050279 Let the Wolfstruppen turn him. And hope he is not going to hate us for it
>>3050316Yeah I'm really trying to make it a habit to write more and more because it is one of my few hobbies. In the event it is just you and I for another half hour to an hour I'll be picking this up as soon as I wake up tomorrow which will likely be around 2-4PM EST. I really am truly happy you have enjoyed all this enough to stick around. You're a damn legend in my book, sorry for my spotty existence.
>>3050321Ah thank god, Normal human hours. I'll be looking forward to these more fucking often then. Look man, I said I was gonna fucking stick to this quest to see how it plays out and by fucking god I am. The odds of GOOD decent war story on this site or others is fucking low and few between. Even if we never get to see how a half-breed reacts!
Another vote brings us to two votes for turning him. We'll give it a bit longer and then I'll update!>>3050327 Fuck the fairy
>>3050332 I would if I got the votes, and also if the battlefield was a far more forgiving place for childbirth.
Alright poured another glass of Laphroaig, writing the update.
You're all welcome to listen along to my writing music too. https://youtu.be/aur4RKAgbqE
You’d ask Hauptmann his thoughts if he wasn’t knee deep in gore, digitigrade legs covered in a shaggy black fur matted down by the thick soup of mud and human insides. The moment flashes through your head, one that you can’t predict whether you’ll regret or stand-by in the coming times. The Wulfstruppen stood in front of you, a towering hulk of muscle that whispered sweet musings about saving your commanding officer. Siegfried by your side his SchrotFlinte 6 held in a shaky grip leveled at the offending monster. Some part of you weighed the loss of Hauptmann against his usefulness, and the soldier in you won. At the end of it, the loss of life was simply one less chance at crushing the foes of The Empire. Edward was a career soldier, a man who had walked through hell and then kept on walking further. Without him and his unit you and Siegfried would be worm food quite literally. His battlefield wisdom was irreplaceable. Anyone could lift a rifle and fight but to lead men to victory time and time again was something sorely needed by your empire. So you lowered Siegfried’s gun. The Wulfstruppen grinned and laughed, a deep guttural tone that set you on edge more than any hellish monster you had or ever would encounter did. The yellowed mouth of canines flashed forward, staining the muzzle a deep crimson. Hauptmann shuddered, weakly fumbling for his pistol and pointing it up into the chest of the offending Wulfstruppen. The monster laughed with each crack of gunfire as it chewed deeper, snapping through flesh and bone in a frenzy of gore. Siegfried stared at you, an empty look in his eyes as he swung his weapon over his shoulder and stepped away. You turned away before you saw the monster of the empire’s design devour your friends heart. Tried not to listen to the snapping of bones and tearing of flesh as Hauptmann’s body broke and reformed and grew on itself. Only time would tell if he could conquer the beast and retain his thinking, or whether he’d become a blood fueled killing machine just like the rank and file of the Wulfstruppen. You narrowed your eyes when the beast that had finished feasting set its bloodied paw on your shoulder and whispered in your ear how good of a soldier you were. You felt like a good soldier still, watching Hauptmann make mincemeat of the offending dead that seemed to pour towards you endlessly. You didn’t feel much like a good person though, but guilt would always lose to time. You look around as you change your magazine, slipping the empty box into one of the pouches on your canvas rig and replacing it with a full one. Deep down you ask whatever being may be watching to keep the mud from working its way into the rifles action. You settle down onto the weapon, ready to continue killing those who are already dead when you notice neither Siegfried nor Nixie can be seen. You: Look for Nixie Look for Siegfried Keep firing
>>3050349 Look for NixieThe fucking wolves are already and Siegfried we can call out for. Plus uh, Wolf Hauptmann is cutting shit apart. We only need to fire on any that get TOO close.
>>3050351Fire? We are Der Schaufelmeister for a reason there pal.
>>3050361tfw no big tank backpack with soul flames coating enemy trenches. But I meant any that actually posed a threat to us or what we're hunting for/friendlies.
>>3050364I know what you meant anon just playing around. Seems it has become just you and I again.
>>3050367Well boss your call to weather we keep going for the night or not.
>>3050371I think we'll pick this up at normal human times tomorrow, we had one other vote and that was it. I'd run it just me and you but that'd get kinda gay after a while. Speaking of gay send me a message or something on my twitter lets bitch about people touching the lakesGreatest War Quest will resume tomorrow afternoon between 2-4PM EST!
>>3050374See ya tommorrow around that time boss. don't let the lakes touch, That's gay.
>>3050349Find Nixie we need her too much Pic related when
Getting around and we'll continue.
>>3050658 Never soon enough
Alright, Greatest War Quest continues! Two votes for Nixie i'll let it sit a bit and see if we get anymore.
>>3050349 Look for NixieGood to see this back.
Alrighty, votes in we're searching for our fae. Updating!
Last you saw Nixie she was standing to your right side and back, firing into the horde with a stolen French semi automatic that you didn’t recognize. Now though, the rhythmic crack of her rifle had fallen silent. “Dok! We’re down one! I’m going searching!”You tried to make your voice carry of the constant thunder of battle and were pleased to see Dok look over at you and nod. The trench stretches further to your right going down at a slight incline into the marshy centerlands. A trail of corpses marked your way, a few of which would be soon to reanimate. It seemed a group of French had still been alive and come up to your flank. Whether Nixie fended them off or gave chase had still to be seen. You glance at the freshly dead and: Try to scavenge:[A] Ammo[B] Weapons[C] Explosives Move past and go further down the trench
>>3050849 Try to scavenge:[A] Ammo
>>3050849Use one of there guns to make sure the new corpses stay down to converse ammo and search for explosives along with signs of her.I don't think we use the same size round as french, Unless we have one of there guns now?
>>3050849> Try to scavenge:>[A] Ammo
>>3050854I should have been more specific, there are a multitude of corpses on the ground including some german.
Looks like we're scavenging for ammo among some of the dead. Writing!
Reaching down you roll one of the french over, searching for the glimpse of gray you had seen dancing in the wind. A dead German lies face up to you, though all that remains of the face is a smoking crater and tattered skin. You grasp at the rigging under the greatcoat, yanking what ammunition out that you can. It seems he had been carrying the 9 round En-bloc clips meant for the EG37, but with some time you could load them into the empty magazines you carry for your AKG 98. You stuff the few rounds away and step over the bodies, moving further down into the trench. Patting your rig as you walk you count out your supplies:6x 20 Round Magazines for the AKG0 Rounds for your Revolver1x Combat Shovel0x Grenades1x Makeshift molotov1x Gas Mask35 loose rounds of 9.8mmSighing, you wonder if you’d be able to find ammunition for your revolver again without having the souls of the damned used as propellant. Ahead of you, the trench splits in a fork. The left path looks ill used, though a strange glow seems to be shimmering over the rotted wood bracing on the walls from further down. You glance over to the right, your eyes following the trail of corpses that stack themselves up at the hairpin turn. You: Go right Go left
>>3050896 Go leftAh shit, we're out of magi-boolet
>>3050896> Go left
>>3050896LeftDon't we get new revolver bullets by killing people with the revolver
>>3050914No and yes. They can be manufactured as they use souls for ammunition. The merchant had said he could make them, but the last time we got them was one of the Banshee giving them to us.
>>3050919*can't I meant can't. He couldn't make them.
Seems we're going left! Always the curious ones you guys.
>>3050919Well I could't make them either if I died taking a big old drag of soul dust.Guess this means we gotta beat a dude to death using the revoler I wasn't couriost, I just thought shiney light was best girl
The bolt of your rifle slides smoothly as you check to see if a round is chambered before letting it drop with a soft thump. You take two steps forward with the weapon shouldered, hugging the splintered and molded wall on your right. In an instant, you step into the center of the trench and shoulder your weapon all at the same time. The mud covered iron sight frames your view, a post on which you scan the world. Nearby, one of the heavy siege mortars excavates a crater in the ground that showers you in a fetid sludge.Stepping forward, you continue to scan from side to side. A few of those walking dead would be a problem, even worse if it was a live french soldier. For a moment you imagined the ice creeping forward, before shutting out the thoughts of The Choir. Whatever their design, you had beaten one. You don’t know if it was dead or not but you were sure you had done enough to the Banshee to keep her from being a problem for now. The mud sucks at your ankles with every step, trying to drag you into the slop of gore and acidic water. The light is much brighter now, a cold blue shining out from an open door set into the side of the trench. You see faces flickering over the walls, twisting and shaping themselves in throes of sorrow and pain. You: Open the door and move in Double back, move up the other fork
>>3050949This is the fucking Choir at work. Open the door and move in
>>3050949> Open the door and move in
>>3050958If only the Choir was the only thing we had to worry about.
>>3050964WAIT NO, WHAT DID I JUST VOTE FOR. I'M IN DANGER.
>>3050972Well worse comes to worse, I think we've got a spare bullet for ourselves.
Opening the door and here we go. Vote closed and updating!
>>3050973I don't think bullets are gonna help us in the magical world known as trenches and soul forges.
You steel yourself for what may be ahead, bracing your rifle on top of your left arm as you grasp the door handle. Throwing open the door you step inside, only to be pulled further in as an arm grasps your rifle and drags you further in. The fist that follows cracks into your jaw, stars bursting like artillery shells behind your eyes. A second fist from the other side of the door hits you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and nearly sending you to your knees. You: Swing wildly Draw your bayonet Shovel time
>>3050987> Shovel time
>>3050987 Shovel timeTRUSTY SHOVEL TIME
Two votes for shovel. Shovel time it is!
You’re ready for the next swing that comes in from your right. Ducking under it, you manage to grab onto what feels like the belt of the assailant and drag them into the other. In a practiced motion you reach down and snap your shovel free from the cloth cover on your belt. The blue light dances over the sharpened edge, a wicked glean in the darkened room. With a moment to breath you finally look at your assailants. Their uniforms are tattered and stained, but the deep blue and fleur de lis are still identifiable. The two looks no older than boys, though you yourself are nothing more than that as well. They stand in the dim soul light, panting and shivering as everyone takes stock of the situation from either side of the room. You: Try to de-escalate the situation Kill the bastards
>>3051043> Try to de-escalate the situation
>>3051043 Try to de-escalate the situation speak to them in our native tongue if they don't speak the empires tongue murder the bastards
>>3051060Well they are in fact french so are you just voting to kill lol?
>>3051061Aye, Kill'em. French aren't fucking people in this war
>>3051068I don't think anyone really are people like.
So the votes are currently tied. I'll wait for another to break it.
>>3051043KILL WITH THE SHOVEL
>>3051076Are you interested in some possible character art
Alright, votes closed. Violence wins the day again.>>3051083Whadya mean anon?
>>3051089I have WW1 style character art
>>3051094Sure. I always like inspiration and character stuff.
One of the frenchman seems to droop a bit as if letting down his guard. Your hands tighten around the shovel as you lunge forward, swinging the weapon in a downward crescent that whines through the air. The one who had dropped his hands, a boyish face with blonde hair shaggy from trench growth lurches into motion. His pitiful attempt at saving himself by throwing up his arms only prolongs the inevitable, and sends pain crashing into him as your shovel splits the upraised hand in two down to the elbow. The spray of red coats the front of your uniform and the floor under you both, the hard packed dirt turning slick. You hear the sounds of metal on leather as the frenchman to your left draws his bayonet and thrusts forward. Yanking back with the shovel you drag the screaming blonde forward, his momentum sending him slipping on his own blood and putting his temple directly in the path of his comrades hardened steel spike. The screaming stops in time with the wet thunk that emanates from the pierced skull. You take your chance, swinging the shovel up and bisecting the other frenchmans arm at the wrist with a wet snap as your shovel cleaves bone. He staggers backward, clutching his newly found stump, now weaponless and blinded by pain. Moving as fast as you can without losing your footing you close the distance, swinging the shovel down through the top of his head, the blade biting down through his skull to the base of his neck. The room falls silent again, only the wet gurgle of escaping blood and the quiet noises of the soul lamp in the center. You: Search the room Move back into the trench
>>3051118Search the room
>>3051118> Search the room
Alright I've got the votes, let me finish up my meal and I'll write the update!
You stand in the doorway, breathing heavily from the moment of exertion. Silence reigns for a moment, blood pounding in your ears louder than the drumming of artillery all around you. Slowly your hearing returns to normal, the shaking in your hands growing more and more as the adrenaline leaves you. Your shovel drips blood on to the ground, tufts of tendon, cloth, and viscera stuck in the teeth of the blade. You lean down, wiping it on the greatcoat of the blonde boy with a Rosalie bayonet embedded in his brain. Buttoning your shovel back into the canvas, you reach to the ground and grab your rifle. The room isn’t much more than a small barrack room. Two bunk beds sit on either side of the room, their blankets strewn about in the hurry that the French no doubt moved with as the first of the Sturmtruppen came over the trenches. Nothing catches your eye other than the soul lamp sitting atop an ammo crate. Upon closer inspection however you notice a deep grooved square in the floor, hidden by the crate. You glance to the french on the ground, yanking the Rosalie bayonet from its current resting place. A spurt of blood discolored with cerebral fluid spatters your boots, doing little to stain them further than they are. Driving the spike bayonet into the groove, you push the empty crate aside, careful not to jostle the soul lamp. With a grunt and heave you manage to separate the wooden trapdoor and lift it out of the way. A well used ladder sits in an illuminated shaft, heading what you would guess a good thirty feet down. You:  Down into the depths Report back to Dok, check in on the unit
>>3051189>no option to go back the other way to find our fae.  Report back to Dok, check in on the unit. I guess we should tell the unit about the tunnel.
>>3051197The Fae is in fact in one of the options
>>3051189> Report back to Dok, check in on the unitLet's not go into the creepy dark tunnels without backup.
>>3051207I'D CHANGE MY VOTE BUT IT'D BE A TIE THEN. REEE
>>3051214What are you talking about anon? Didn't you like the last time we were in a tunnel?>>3051217Ties have never stopped us before
>>3051222I'd rather fucking fight the banshee again then go into tunnels unless we could see the fae being down there.
>>3051228You'd rather fight a Banshee than the Rotted Mother again? I guess spiders and leeches really bother some people.
>>3051233Yes, I'd rather take something I actually can't kill then having to experience the hell that was Nam. Don't worry, i'm sure we'll do something stupid.
Votes tallied and we're reporting to Dok. I hope no one got left behind.
>>3051245Don't fucking do this to me, I don't need this betrayal.
The memories of the last time you were in a tunnel are still fresh, as are the wounds still only just fading that you received in a Rot Worm nest. You’d rather report the tunnel and let someone else come down with you, or preferably ahead. Keeping your rifle at a low ready, you move back through the trench in the direction you came from. The artillery barrage seems to have halted for the moment, the massive concussions and bursts of mud and shrapnel replaced with the sounds of gunfire and screams. You begin heading back up the incline, firing a few sporadic shots into the corpses that move under you. What remains of Hauptmann’s unit stand before you, the number a precious few of what was already an under strength group. The commanding officer is nowhere to be seen, no doubt off hunting. Dok is sat outside the now open steel door into the armory. You move next to him, sitting into a low crouch.“Dok, I see we got into that ammo dump. Did they surrender or did we force our way in?”Dok doesn’t look up from the work he is doing, some sort of metal tongs tipped with claws in his hands that maneuver deftly inside the corpse of one of your own. A blood soaked bag hangs from his hip, no doubt filled with a menagerie of organs for harvest and hearts for soul extraction. “We forced our way in, or well Siegfried did. We’d wiped most of those damnable creatures out here, mostly due to him. Seems he’d ran out of rounds and decided to wade into it, cleared out damn near the entire left flank.”Dok stops talking for a moment, clearly at the most delicate part of the procedure as he pulls the heart from the dead soldier. “Seems when it all got quiet out here, or whatever sort of quiet it can get on the battlefield that the frenchies inside there decided to peek out and see if we made it. Siegfried was waiting, put that damned bayonet through one of their chests so hard the ribs came out the back. It was pretty simple after that. Most of the dump is clear other than the planning room.”Dok finished his operation, standing up again and pulling his handgun back out.“You find our friend? I’ll take by her absence that the answer isn’t a yes more than likely.”You shake your head no, disappointed that Nixie is still missing. Disappointed was understating your feelings, but you couldn’t give in to panic.
“No sight of her, but I managed to find a tunnel back there in an odd spot. Trapdoor going straight down guarded by two rather inept and frightened soldiers.” You still aren’t sure of what reason there was for them to be there, but surely there must have been one.“Well there could be something, could be nothing. But with guards there I lean towards something. Your call Jaeger how do we want to play this? I think the men inside have got it but another gun always helps.”You: Go clear the rest of the ammo dump, try to capture the French high command Go back to the tunnel with Dok and venture down Go back alone, let Dok stay to help the others and meet up later
>>3051299 Go back to the tunnel with Dok and venture downOh god fucking damn it. Whelp, Rip Fae
>>3051294> Go back to the tunnel with Dok and venture downBetter safe than sorry.
>>30510981>>3051299Go with Doc down, Gotta save the Faefu
Alright guys, I think we'll call it here for tonight. Next time we head down the tunnels with Dok to see what waits for us. We'll be running tomorrow as well, sometime before or at 4PM EST just like today. Thank you all for showing up and taking part. As always I'll be around to discuss and answer questions.
>>3051337I like that rifle design, the big fuck off handguard is sweet.
>>3051339Would she make a good soul lamp at the very least? So a medics job to is collect the hearts of the dead for re purposing into soul weapons or engines/ect?
>>3051345Would who make a good lamp? Nixie? So quick to write her off as dead I would never build a writing setting around sadness and losing. Medics are there to fix up those who can still fight or in the event they do die to harvest the useful parts yeah.
>>3051344Exactly, it's a kickass Enfield copy I really hope we can find Nixie soon, she's what we need in these trying times
>>3051352I really dig these designs. Not gritty enough for what I view the setting as but sweet as hell regardless.
>>3051349Easier to write them off now then keep hop until we find them tied up and being raped by horrific monsters to send towards the war front. Ya know? So like what do they have that keeps the organ fresh then, or is it just 'oh its old but still good? '
>>3051359Such little faith in Nixie surviving and fighting. She's been holding her own just fine Until we let her change sizesAs long as the heart doesn't rot away or is shot to shit the soul can still be extracted.
>>3051370So what parts are harvestable FROM a person and is that just a part of a medics job or is there like a 'you get extra rations if you bring in X-number of hearts from a battle' I swear to god if she's in our fucking pocket again, And we're just retarded
>>3051377It is part of their job. No extra rations or rewards for it just expected. Other than the heart, limb transplants are common though rather barbaric. Have faith man I'd never do an ass pull like that
>>3051380Thanks for running, loving this session. Quick question, when will we begin our shovel collection?
>>3051383As soon as you want anon. I always allow write-ins so I guess if enough people vote to find shovels we can find some shovels. Our shovel is rather special however.
>>3051380Battle field limb transplants? Or like a PROPER medical center doing it? Cause I can't see it having a high success rate I do have faith, Faith that in the end. Every bad choice we make can lead to somebody dying horribly.
>>3051385>Magic shovelCan we get it blessed? Or get Nixie (when we find her), get her to use her magic on it
>>3051387So lore dump for the world as it is to me. The way the limb transplants work are crude in that the medic would clean cut both the limbs, the one lost and the one being used in the transplant. They are then stapled together before being "awoken". In universe the body retains dregs of the souls that inhabited it, as such the limb that is transplanted would have remnants of the former person it belonged to. The souls then mix together, allowing the person receiving the transplant to use the limb.However the downside to this is that these people who receive transplants develop a sort of extreme schizophrenia due to being almost two people if not more in one. Souls don't take kindly to dying and being harvested or reused. Battalions of soldiers like this are known as The Stitched. This is why prosthetic are preferable but they are expensive and difficult to find. >>3051400I'm not going to speak much more on our shovel other than that if we keep using it to kill things can happen.
>>3051409Will we become the Patron Saint of Shovels?On a more serious note, I'm guessing it's similar to the gun? Infused or something.
>>3051409Oh well fuck, that's insane as shit. You think by now they'd find a way to uh.. deal with the soul in the limb though.
>>3051432But if they found a way to fix it then I'd have no reason to write about creepy shambling battalions of batshit insane people covered in stitches and staples with pus filled wounds. >>3051430The world is your proverbial mud and blood filled foxhole and you can be whatever shovel wielding madman you want. Your guess is correct though yes, with magic and mythology being real in the world legendary weapons can exist. Mundane things can become critical to the world.
>>3051444You are correct but that doesn't mean the success rate is always perfect. It could have a failure rate of 60 or even 80% Or when the host body nears death like the limb it forces it become that as a survival method
>>3051456The way I see it, with people as a resource, how much would you put into an expendable resource that could easily be replaced with another member of the population. Is it necessary to fix it when the people suffering from being nutso can still fight, even if not at all full effectiveness?
>>3051460I thought manpower was a low resource in terms of shit? Hence why Baren units and lycan units are so heavily invested into and used?
>>3051472Manpower is both low and high if I can put that right. The nations have had enough to keep the war going, and still going however it is still necessary to preserve it. With how long I expect this to go, perhaps I should now introduce some medical advancements down the road. Good points made anon.
>>3051484I mean war is the best reason for inventions so yay?
>>3051492Yay it is
>>3051503What's the holy land like in this grim and dark future/what's the status of the rest of the globe
>>3051563Apprently america is mostly untouched outside of normal horrible spooky creatures native to the US killing folks.
>>3051563Communist revolution failed in Russia as such it is still a constitutional monarchy. They'll be touched on soon. America is basically the only country that is still livable above ground as they haven't been invaded (yet). France, Germany, and Britain have been leveled and rendered basically uninhabitable above ground.
>>3051579>haven't been invaded yetNiggah, Who gonna invade them. Japan? The Ruskies? CHINA?
>>3051586Who knows anon, who knows.
>>3051587God damn Alantians! Actually another real question, If the surface world is basically useless at this point for humans... What is the purpose of the trenches and battles still?
>>3051592Fighting underground happens just as much as above. It is simply another field of warfare same with WW1. However, the majority of civilization and humans are below ground as the air is marginally more breathable. More than anything we've just had the bad luck of being above ground. Though I can assure you things are just as awful below ground
>>3051592I'd bet mostly spite and so when they wipe out the enemy they can eventually recover the lands
>>3051600So have entire legions/fortresses gone rogue over the war?>>3051603I guess
>>3051627Some have yes.
>>3050303Holy crap. Ontariofag and lurker since thread one here. Considering the fact I'm nigh obsessed with the Great Lakes' shipwrecks and disappearances, you just made this quest ten times better for me.
>>3052057Good to know someone else thinks its dope as fuck. I'm gonna do something with that idea for sure.
Hey guys, not feeling the greatest today so i'll be delaying the return until later tonight, say around 7pm est. If i still don't feel well we'll just pick up tomorrow night at 10:30PM est. I'll make sure to communicate that however!
>>3052593DarnGet better Luka, don't let the Banshees get ya
Yeah guys, I'm just gonna sleep the night away. Tomorrow we venture down into the hole in the ground to see what horrors await us.>>3053214I hope they do man, I've been getting really weird headaches that make me lose my vision lately but the eye doctor said my eyes are perfectly fine. What could this all mean...
>>3053377Sleep with a shovel next to you, I hear that scares the Banshees
>>3053377Sleep good boss
Sleep well bossman, i normally have to catchup on ur quests cos im britfag but ill make it to a live one eventually.
I arrive home from work ready to continue the war. Let me get settled in with a beer and steak and then I'll start the update at 10:30!
Alright here we go guys! Writing the update for going back to the hole with Dok!
>>3056869OH BOY, TIME TO HAVE MY HEART DESTROYED AGAIN.
“I’d say it would be a good bet if you came with me. With Siegfried spearheading the inside not much will be alive for long. Besides, something about that tunnel gives me a bad feeling.”Dok laughed, a low note of despair undercutting his tone.“I think everything out here gives bad feelings Jäger. Just part of life.” You nod in agreement, your thoughts drifting to The Choir. Nothing seemed to end well, not before your time serving the empire and not after either. You tightened down your canvas rig, adjusting the weight across it. Dok checked the magazine on his handgun, slipping it into a dump pouch on his right side and sliding a fresh one in. “Lead the way Jäger.”You set off with Dok trailing slightly behind you, both of you trekking through the mire underfoot that struggles against you with each step. “Jäger...why did you let Edward become that? From what Siegfried tells me you could have stopped it. Do you think his humanity being lost was worth another monster in the world?” Write-in
>>3056901" I could have stopped it and let him fade for good yes, but what then? We collect his heart for it to be used in some machine? Atleast this way he can pull through any rage and reclaim most of what he was. Plus we didn't have orders to die yet. "I uh, am not a word smith. I hope somebody else fucking comes, because I am bad at convincing people this was the right thing to do.
>>3056908I also hope someone else shows up. Little quiet in here.
>>3056901"He's our leader. I have faith his mind will prevail. He can hate me if he must, but at least he still lives."
Thoughts between the two?
"Yes I do dok, we're already monsters considering the amount of life we have taken"
Thoughts between all three then? A combination? One over the other? Jäger is your character guys.
>>3056949I'm fine with combinating them all,
A combo sounds fine
Alright, writing and updating.
“Hauptmann has lead us through thick and thin, he can lead himself through this. Besides that Dok is being a Wulfstruppen too that much more a monster than what we already do? He’s free to hate me, maybe he won’t. Hopefully he won’t, but at least he lives.”Dok seemed to mull over your words, silent for the majority of the walk. It wasn’t until you reached the fork in the trench and started going left that he spoke up.“I think you were in a hard spot. Whether you made the right call or not I don’t know . I don’t think anyone will for some time. In terms of resources you did your job as a soldier. Morally I should have you shot. I guess setting aside your morals is what makes you a good soldier though.”Dok stopped speaking with a pause, as if he had more to say. Instead, the two of you let the silence between you both continue. The constant chatter of gunfire and screams filled the void, soon joined with the renewed barrage of artillery. Mud and pulped corpses showered you both, and you found yourself wiping dirtied chunks of flesh from your face more than once. As the dancing blue of the soul lamp came into vision on the wall across from the door you raised your rifle to a low ready. You had been surprised by the two french soldiers the last time you pushed up, and you didn’t plan on making the same mistake twice by the freshly risen corpses you expected.You signalled Dok forward, speaking in hand signals. Dok nodded, understanding your intentions and moving to the far side of the doorframe. In one hand he held his issued Luger, in the other some sort of wicked hacksaw that could very easily double as a machete. You: Kick in the door Take it slow
1 kick in the door"PAPA JOHN'S PIZZA DELIVERY"
>>3057015> Kick in the doorHigh speed low drag
>>3057015 Kick in the door
HIGH IMPACT SEXUAL VIOLENCE INCOMING
>>3057015KICK DOWN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR
You nod in time with Dok, counting down to zero. In a fluid movement you raise your stained boot and kick in the door, pushing forward as soon as your foot is back on the ground. The thin wooden door swings so hard on its hinges it pulls itself off, flying off into the left corner of the room and out of sight. Sitting on the floor where you left it the soul lamp bathes the room in a sickly blue light, setting the shadows of the room dancing. The corpses of the two French soldiers are where you left them thankfully. You step over top of them, sweeping the room for any possible newcomers.Dok follows behind you, his Luger raised and ready. “Damn Jäger. You really are a monster in close combat. This is your handiwork right?”You nod, looking over the still cooling corpses on the floor. The dirt underfoot has begun to turn to a thick soup like the rest outside as the fresh blood seeps into it. Dok takes a final glance at the bodies, before stepping over to look at the tunnel down into the ground.“That sharp smell? Antiseptic, and a lot of it. It’d make sense if it was a field hospital, but this is far too small an entrance for that sort of thing. Something doesn’t seem right about this Jäger. Not right at all.”Dok crouches next to the ladder as he finishes his sentence, glancing between you and the entrance. “Well, who first?” You go first Dok goes first
>>3057062 You go first
 you go first
>>3057062>You go first FIND NIXIE, KILL FROGS
Sturmtruppen lead the way! By that I mean us, here we go down the ladder.
Guys, I'm finding it really hard to write this update with any sense of decent prose. I think work took a bit out of me. Everyone down to continue tomorrow around 4PM EST?
>>3057117Yeah, I have to study for a midterm anyways
>>3057121Good luck anon! Do well for the war effort.
>>3057117Jäger.exe has stopped responding and will get a repair team at 4pm est tomorrow.
I'm very excited to finish out this search for Nixie tomorrow. Fun things are in store because I know how much you all love being underground. >>3057123We'll just turn him off and on
>>3057062 You go firstDok is worth more.
Sorry for the late start guys, getting around so we can begin soon
Alright, gonna finish this update and then we're going!
Slinging your rifle over your shoulder, you grab the first rung of the ladder and swing yourself down into the shaft. You take the rungs slowly, trying to listen for anything at the bottom that may bode unwell for you. The light of the soul lamp above you begins to fade as you reach the center of the shaft. Reaching the bottom, a dim yellow glow of electrical lights beckon you from ahead. The ladder creaks as Dok sets his weight onto it and follows after you. Crouching on your knees, you wait for Dok to finally join you at the bottom of the ladder. “Feel that Jäger? That feeling that presses on your chest? Know what that is?”You shake your head, searching for some sense that Dok seems to have that you are missing. It dawns on you then, how loud the silence is. A ringing that consumes the edges of your senses, only the dull thump of artillery shaking the ground remains from the sound of battle. You glance around, searching for anything that might tell you about what this place is. A sign hangs on the wall in french, the paint chipped around the stress bends in the metal as if someone had taken it in hands and bent it. On it, a stenciled image of some sort of bug is in the center of a red crossed out circle. A few bold faced french phrases are above and below the image but you hadn’t yet learned any french. The two of you step forward slowly, each with a shoulder on either side of the wooden walled tunnel. The lights overhead swing and flicker with each rumble of the artillery that slams into the ground above you two. You both continue at a slow pace, edging forward and keeping an eye out for any other guards like those from earlier. Glancing around, you notice a small door frame coming up on your right. It seems to have been boarded up with some haste, a shoddy job with extra nails and hammer lying on the floor next to it. You: Try to get inside it Keep moving down the main tunnel
 Keep moving down the main tunnelYa, no fuck off satan.
>>3057987> Keep moving down the main tunnel
Alright I'll guess we'll just with the two votes then. Updating!
>>3057987 Try to get inside it
>>3058019You of all people would vote that you madman
>>3058020I WILL OPEN THE GATES OF HELL ITSELF FOR A TINY FAE.
>>3058023Now hes got me worried, is it too late to change my vote?
>>3058024Don't worry anon, She'll only be found after all the hope and wonderlust is forced out of her because of the demons in the dirt. I HURT MYSELF TODAY, to see if i could still feel
You pass by the door, trying to ignore the strange shuffling and yelps that bleed through the wood of the door. Dok spins the blade in his hand once, twice, thrice, as if trying to keep his mind of the ever growing sense of wrong that permeates this tunnel. The tunnel bends ahead, a sharp ninety degree turn to the right. Dok crosses from his side of the hall, setting the hand with holding the Luger over your left shoulder.“It gets dark past this turn Jäger, best we don’t get separated.”You nod, the oppressive quiet making your voice and footsteps feel as loud as a barrage. You glance behind you, realizing that the tunnel has kept at a steady downward decline. At the top of the tunnel, something momentarily blocks one of the lights. A crouching humanoid shape flits from one side to the other, a strange huffing noise following with it.You: Take a shot Tell Dok, try to keep moving  Write-in
Stop, turn around, and issue a warning.
>>3058037>Aim at it>Tell Dok Whoever is second puts their hand onto the firsts shoulder, we cannot get seperated
>>3058037Backing this >>3058044
>>3058044>>3058045Two votes for this, let me grab some more calamari and beer before I continue the update. Seafood night is my favorite night.
>>3058037>>3058044Also, take it slow and make sure every step is sure
“Dok, there’s something behind us. Some sort of hunched over man. Too big to be a ghoul. Keep your arm on my shoulder or we’re going to get separated if this goes south.”The two of you turn as a unit, casting your glance back up the tunnel. The shaking of the lights made the shadows dance and turn, providing the perfect cover for whatever was further up. You could just barely see it, a quivering humanoid shape curled in the fetal position on the floor. The mutterings and ravings of whoever or whatever it was carried to you down the tunnel, rapid french in a low voice intermixed with barked out words. Your heart thumped in your chest, the beat increasing in time with the adrenaline that was preparing you for a fight. Slowly, Dok and you inched closer.You: Call out to it Shoot it Write-in
>>3058044SupportingOh man that midterm fucked me in the ass without lube. Should've studied earlier.
>>3058077I'm sorry it did this to you anon. Next time you can do it!
>>3058077> Call out to itSorry to hear about that anon
>>3058076>Ask Dok about his opinion on it, and also make sure that gunshot flash gets the rest of the tunnel checked out for anything useful or hostile.>>3058077Don't worry anon, Now you can suffer again with us!
>>3058076>Call out to it>Keep your pistol trained on it>Get dok to double check the corners while we talk to it
>>3058090We in fact do not have a pistol, only our AKG 98 semi automatic/fully automatic rifle. Dok has the pistol.
So from what I gather here we call out to it while keeping our gun on it, and ask Dok about it and to watch around us. Sound good?
>>3058115Yup, sounds good
“Dok. Keep an eye around us when I call out, last thing we need is to get jumped.”Dok taps your shoulder to let you know he heard, his breathing almost imperceptibly quiet. You knew that Sturmtruppen did stealth work sometimes, but Dok seemed the perfect fit. If you focused on the creature ahead it would be easy to forget Dok was even there. You tilt your rifle slightly, just enough for you to tug on the bolt and check to make sure a round was chambered. Thumbing the safety you spin it to the semi-automatic position and brace against the weapon. Despite having grown up around it, the 9.8mm Imperial was still a massive round that fought against you with every trigger pull. “Attention, you are in a tunnel occupied by the Imperial German Empire. Come into the open slowly!”You shout out at the thing crouching ahead of you, your voice deafening you to any other noises in the tunnel. For just a moment, the french speaking stops before resuming at a much faster pace. Every few words now the thing barks out a phrase in anger. You can see the shadow rocking against the wall much more violently, the occasional crack as wood or bone breaks. You: Take the shot Call out again Go for quiet with your shovel Write-in
>>3058151Fuck, it's a skinwalker>Go in with the shovel
>>3058157How do you know?[ Go for quiet with your shovel
Two votes for quiet, quiet we go. Vote closed and updating. Are you sure you want to get close[/spoiler?]
>>3058177oh shit Oh Shit OH SHIT
Your rifle is loud as much as it is effective, and in the enclosed space only louder. You’d alert the entire tunnel to your presence with such a shot, and the last thing you needed was guards coming down on you or more of whatever the thing in front of you was. You let the rifle drop on its sling, hanging at your side with the barrel down. The sound of the buttons holding your shovel on your side seemed as loud as gunshots as you unsnapped them and lifted the tool up to chest height. You take two shuffling steps forward, taking care not to let your feet leave the ground. Within fifteen feet of the thing now, you could see it was definitely human. The tattered remains of a hospital gown clung to the emaciated frame, bones seemingly poking through the skin. Some sort of snot or drool hung from its face, before being sucked back inside. Everything about this thing set you feeling wrong.“Get up. Get up or be shot.”Dok spoke from behind you, his voice level and firm.The man only answered by looking up at you, eyes puffed to the point of almost blindness. You saw now what hung from his face wasn’t drool or any other bodily fluid. A wriggling white mass of larval worms span and danced from his tear ducts. With each rattling wheeze of his body a few fell from his nose. You saw him twitch as one slinked back through his tear duct, his eye rolling back involuntarily. With unexpected speed he rushed at you, screaming in panicked french.“Ma tête! Sortez-les de ma tête! Sors-le!”You tried to backpedal as the distance between the two of you was closed in the blink of an eye, wiry arms outstretched at your throat as he barreled into you.It was hard to keep track of which way was up or down in the dark as you and the sickly thing tumbled over one another. Bony fingers closed over your head, and stars flew through your vision as he smashed it against the hard packed earth repeatedly.You: Try to break the hold Fumble for your shovel
>>3058218Let's not get concussed Try to break the holdWhat the fuck is going on
>>3058218>Break the hold
>>3058218 Try to break the hold
Time to try to free ourselves. Hopefully nothing gross happens.
Blood and writhing parasites splash onto your face as you piston your arm up and forward, smashing the man’s nose into shattered cartilage. You have a brief moment of respite from the concussive blows to the back of your head, enough to frantically wipe your face of the creatures writhing in the freshly spilled blood on your face. You fight back the urge to vomit as you bite down on one intent on crawling down your throat. The man above you screams in rage and panic as he claws at his broken nose, trying desperately to pop it back outwards. The wriggling white creatures fly through the air with every erratic shake of his head. Bellowing in pain, the man lunges down at you once more.“Vous leur avez fait mal!” His downward movement is arrested by Dok, shoulder checking him sideways into the dirt. The crack of his Luger sounds over and over as he dumps his magazine into the thrashing man on the ground to your right. With a wheeze he exhales for the last time, a bubbling gurgle of blood rising in his mouth. Trying not to wretch, you watch as the things inside him waste no time in crawling from his body. Thousands if not hundreds of thousands of the parasitic creatures spin and wriggle from any open wound or orifice. His face becomes a mass of off-white movement as the worms crawl from his eyes, nose, and ears. You struggle to stand, your limbs almost as heavy as your head. Finally getting to a crouch you are stopped by the mechanical snap of Dok’s Luger closing on a fresh magazine. Your shovel is kicked away by his foot closest to you, leaving you staring down the barrel of a 9mm. “Did they get in your mouth?! Your eyes? Did you swallow any blood?!”Dok speaks in a quick and forceful tone, a look close to anguish on his face.You: Write-in
>>3058283Did... we get any in our eyes, mouth or shit like that? It says we caught one trying to crawl down our throat and got it out but did we get it anywhere else or can we check?
>>3058294They and the blood splashed your face. Only the one that crawled into your mouth got there. Otherwise your eyes were closed due to your head getting bashed in. Do you tell Dok about it though?
>>3058296Did we get to spit the bastard out? Or did we swallow any of the gunk that came from the worm?
>>3058298You spat it out.
>>3058283>Wash our mouth out with our canteen if we have anything left in it
>>3058283WE ARE CLEAN, NONE OF WHATEVER IT WAS GOT INSIDE. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT EVENman, Sure am glad we're fucking dead already
>>3058325More skull worms, but this time they're french
>>3058325Why would I end this so soon. I still have such sights to show you
Seems rather slow in here guys, just you two. Do we continue or give it some time?
we should continue
>>3058338Give it five minutes, comparatively to the rest of qst you're going Lightspeed
>>3058342Really? Lightspeed how? People participating or update rate?
Alright, we're gonna update for HELL NO DOK WE'RE CLEAN ITS OKAY LOOK WE GOT WATER.
>>3058344Update rate, I've seen quests that get maybe two updates a day
>>3058377I thought long sessions set aside for frequent updates were the norm. Granted I haven't read a quest in quite some time.
“Dok I’m alright. I got them off in time. I’m going to grab my canteen and wash my face now okay?”You think it better not to tell Dok about the one you had to crush in your mouth and spit out, bringing that up would only lead you to a bullet. Slowly, you reach down to your belt for your canteen. You don’t remember the last time it was filled, but you have just enough to wash most of the grime from your face. The already drying blood begins to flake from your skin. Dok watches you intently, his Luger never wavering. Around you in the dirt the small creatures writhe and dig, determined to flee the light. “Listen to me Jäger. I don’t want to but I will shoot you. I don’t know what the hell this is, but we can’t have more of that. You’ve stumbled on something horrific down here. I thought that wretched gas we launched was bad but this, this is something far more sinister.”With a practiced ease, Dok holsters his Luger and offers his now free hand to lift you up. You take it gladly, thankful he didn’t just shoot you to be safe. You aren’t quite sure if you’d have believed him if the roles were reversed. “What the fuck are they Doktor. Is this common? Normal?”Dok shakes his head, crouching to prod at the corpse with his machete.“No Jäger, I’ve never heard anything of this. Nor have I seen it in my time on the field. Best guess? Some sort of weapon, if it's this close to the front line the french surely meant to release it.”He slides the blade under one of the piles of worms, lifting it closer to the light. The yellowish-white worms writhe in the blood and mud, streaks of red running across their leathery skin. “They look like Rot Worms, larval Rot Worms. See the white dots in the blood there? Eggs. I’ve never heard of them to do this. They’re scavengers not parasites.”With a contemptuous flick he sends the pile of monsters flying off into the dark. Below you, the body is now a swarming mass of creatures feasting on the flesh. Dok swings downwards, cleaving the dead man's skull open just enough to view the brain with practiced ease. Your comrade rifles through his bag on his hip, before pulling out a lighter. Leaning close, the dancing flame illuminates a horrific sight. Thousands of the worms bend and constrict around the frontal lobe of the brain. Every now and again a blood spattered worm will bore its way up from another part of the deceased’s head meat. You could see hundreds of the tiny little holes in the greyish flesh, dotting the surface to make it look as some kind of cheese.You shudder at the memory of the creatures on your face, your fate very nearly coming to a close.You: Find your shovel and move further down the tunnel Search for where the man came from
retrieve shovel then find out where he came from, got to secure our flank.
>>3058400>Acuire shovel, Find where he came from.Fucking chirst, high Command needs to be informed.
>>3058400>A soldier is ill prepared without his ShovelChrist, Fae-Land rules apply from here on out
Just realized I'm nearing the 100,000 word mark. Almost to page 250 on my document. Feels good.
>>3058425What are Fae-land rules?
>>3058440The two most accepted ones are No Food and No Water, you don't eat or drink in Fae-Land and we probably shouldn't do either of those here. There's generally accepted other ones like No Real Names, and Be Polite
>>3058448Makes sense. Can you "eat" the Fae though asking for a friend
Let's grab our shovel and search for more horrific monsters!
>>3058451Only if you get them to explicitly state the terms of what they want, otherwise you'll end up getting screwed in ways you can't imagine
>>3058451Depends on you Luka, do you want to eat the fae?;^)
>>3058462Is that from the SCP-4000 Taboo?
>>3058469Nope, being raised on old fairytales taught me this
>>3058462>screwed in ways you can't imagineHell yeah
>>3058477Those ways generally ending up with your skin being made into leather while you're still alive
>>3058477Or a Faeband deciding to have "fun" with you
Glancing over the tunnel, you see your shovel next to the boarded door. Carefully you step forward, lifting your rifle back into your hands. You can hear a scraping noise as you get closer and closer, a sort of forlorn clawing that permeates the air. You realize now that oppressive sense that Dok was talking about wasn’t the silence, but rather the scraping sound that follows through the wooden braces. All around you the scraping noise grows louder and louder. Quickly, you grab your shovel, holding it in your off hand with your rifle braced against your hip with your other hand.“Dok, I think we need to go. Back up the tunnel and close this place off.”Dok shakes his head in disagreement, a grimace across his features.“That was an escape tunnel we came down. This is a tertiary line of the tunnel. Otherwise there would be more signage and splits. I’ve fought the French for years Jäger I know how they build. Besides that, I’m not letting you above ground until I know you aren’t going to carry this hellish weapon. So get back on point and let's move.”You: Argue with Dok and insist on leaving Take point and go Listen around you
>>3058495>Listen We need to find Nixie>Take point
>>3058495>Listen and take point
> Listen around youroll for perception check
Alright guys, nearly at the five hour mark so we're gonna do the last post of the night. Time to listen and take point.
It’s no use trying to argue in this situation, and deep down you know Dok is right anyways. Having only ran in to two scared and inept guards you knew that this was a back entrance. Stepping over the corpse you move back down the tunnel towards the bend. Dok once again sets a hand on your shoulder, allowing you to move together without getting separated. You nearly reach the bend when you realize how quiet the tunnel has gotten. The scratching sound that followed you through the walls, digging into the corners of your brain more than any artillery had done. With a raucous howl the sound resumes at a maddeningly loud volume, joined by the sound of smashing and splintering wood. You glance behind you in time to see the nails fly from two of the boards meant to keep the wooden door closed. A gibbering wail echoes out in time with another smash that visibly buckles the frame of the door.“Time to move Dok, looks like the only way is forward and down!”Turning your back on the door you begin to jog forward with your rifle raised. You hear the door splinter outwards with a bang, scrabbling feet flying outwards into the tunnel behind you. Rounding the bend, the lights bounce overhead in time with the artillery, elongating the shadows one moment then shortening them the next. Dok’s Luger echoes through the tunnel as he fires behind him while the two of you run. All around you the scratching is replaced with splintering wood and the braces that line the walls buckling, bloodied fingers reaching between the cracks.Ahead of the two of you, a massive steel door stands ajar, beckoning. On either side of it a multitude of warnings in french, and more of the signs with worms on them. Forward and down, you and Dok sprint towards the only escape from the horde of infected that close the distance faster and faster. You’re the first to cross the threshold of the door, realizing only as you enter that the lights overhead have gone out. Only the guttering light of candles lining the walls can guide your way now. You spin on your heel, dropping to one knee and firing into the oncoming men driven to rage by the infectious parasites in their brains. Dok grabs at the handle of the door, straining to pull it shut in time as the masses approach. The gunfire drives spikes into your ears in the enclosed space, each muzzle flash burning the afterimage of the approaching doom into your eyes.Your weapon clicks as the door closes, and only a moment later does the pounding begin. With the sound of the force you’re sure the men outside are breaking their hands with each blow against the heavy steel doors.
“Jäger! Dok! Open that door we need to go!”You turn, raising your rifle down the hallway as you change a magazine. Nixie stumbles forward out of the dark, clutching at her side with one hand and dragging a blood covered piece of wood with her other. You move to lower your rifle only for Dok to kick your aim back up with his boot.“Look at her side Jäger. She’s bleeding.”You notice now the trail of blood behind her, a small line of spots that have dribbled out through her fingers. You can tell even in the dark the discoloration on the blue uniform cloth pressed against her side.“J-Jäger lower your gun...it’s me! Nixie! I haven’t been gone that long damnit!”You: Lower your gun, ask for an explanation Defer to Dok
>>3058591yes grab her and gtfo
And with that guys, we end for the night. Next session will be Wednesday night at 10:30PM EST! As per usual, around for questions and discussion. >>3058591If I kept going we'd be going another five hours before I expect to be in a comfortable place to stop. Go where? The only exit you know of was behind you. If you guys really want to open the door I guess I won't stop it.
>>3058594>>3058587Wait, Uh.. Then this  Lower your gun, ask for an explanationAHHH, i got fucking 5 hours and nothing more then a painful attack coming up.
>>3058587Ask for an explanationKeep the gun raisedCan't trust anything out here in the trenches
>>3058596Painful attack? Also if you guys really want to continue give me like an hour break then and maybe we can keep going. I just gotta take a bit to relax or my writing will start to go downhill if I have to force myself to write.
>>3058599I am heavily invested in her and this all, but now we're gonna have to pick between Dok surviving or her.
>>3058610What are you talking about everything always works out in Greatest War
>>3058614Why do you hurt me. I do not need this sadness to be dragged out on purpose. We did this, We didn't check the hole sooner. We're the bad husbando.
>>3058587>ExplainationHey Luka, can we get weapons forgotten by man in this quest
>>3058620 And now you'll never be able to check her hole>>3058635What do you mean anon?
>>3058636 Whelp, Looks Like I'll be reading the rest of this quest in achives then. I don't need this sadness in my life.
>>3058641I'm just messing please don't go
>>3058643Never! Woosh gono for the nighto Nah, Its actually nice to be so invested in a quest for once, It just sucks because if your so invested you know one day it has to end in some fashion and life isn't fair or fun.
>>3058636Atlantian, Hyperborean, Lemurian, stuff made by Man long ago. Artifacts left by Those Who Came Before
>>3058680Ah, then yes there are some things hidden in the deep reaches of the world.
>>3058691Woot. DER SHUFELMEISTER VILL RISE AGAINNixie better not be infected
>>3058594Could we try to puje to get Outlook antes possible eggs that worm might hace carried, after seeing that shit, puking is almost reasonable.
>>3058587 Defer to Dok
>>3058587 Lower your gun, ask for an explanationOh boy.
Wow two votes to screw over Nixie. Never saw that coming.
>>3060073Pay attention to the number of posts by ID from those folks
I guess someone saw trench 11. The wormbois only transfer via direct physical contact, and actually fucking die when the host dies, which is nice. They just cause madness etc. On perhaps a more important note, we should prolly ask why the fae wants to wade back thru wormboi central to gtfo. Lower your gun, ask for an explanation
>>3060228Yes friend?>>3060234I may or may not have taken some inspiration from a damn fine movie. I highly recommend others watch it. I have my own twist on it though I promise.
>>3060377OH YOU SAID WEDNESDAY, NOT TUESDAY. I AM A FOOL
>>3060379The ol melon needs a rest every now and again. Can't keep writing daily much as I wish or I get burnt out.
>>3060077Shut it retard. You deserve to be shot for betraying Hauptmann
>>3060403This war needs men and women who are willing to do what it takes to win. I will end this war or die trying even if it means turning the entire unit into Lycans.
>>3060417This retarded thinking and shortsightedness is why this quest is going to end in disappointment.There is no way to end this war by winning and expecting to come out as victor on top. Its like killing the two youthful Frenchmen and NPC memeing that "they weren't even human so its totally okay "lol killed u".We had a option to save Hauptmann without turning him that was discussed in the last thread but was ignored almost entirely. Instead you chose the selfish option of saving Hauptmann for your own comfort instead of saving his soul.
>>3060429I mean there wasn't even in a write in option for the 'saving' him option. So 1. Go fuck yourself on that.As for the selfish option maybe show the fuck up when its running to put your vote in and don't just randomly bitch?
>>3060439It was a write in option from last thread. There is always a option to write in and if you followed this quest and read the last thread you'd know that so you can fuck yourself instead for not reading.>As for the selfish optionIt won't matter would if i did now would it? You'd still pick that option.Unless you have unlimited free time and watch the catalog or twitter every hour, no ones going to show up right away, its not summer anymore.
>>3058587> defer to dokI just want to keep the gun on her until we know she's not spooky infected or some shit. This isn't a "shoot nixie right now" vote (I hope), just a reasonable precaution one.
Session tonight might get delayed, this black friday ramp up is draining me like mad. I'll let you guys know later but if it does expect another afternoon/ evening session on friday and saturday.
Yeah guys we'll have to hold off for tonight. Friday around 4pm est is what we'll go for!
Happy Thanksgiving my fellow free men. Hope you guys have plentiful and delicious food.
>>3062320You as well boss
Oh shit this still exists? Thought you were dead.
Hey guys. Let me get some eats and get around and we'll start.
Alright, I believe having counted the votes correctly that we are to lower our gun and ask Nixie for an explanation. I'll give it five for people to trickle in and then we start!
Slowly you lower the barrel of your rifle. You know Dok is more than likely looking at you with disappointment, but you hope he understands where you are coming from. Nixie is your friend, someone you personally saved and kept secret for some time before letting her come into her own. You owe her this much at least for what she did for you as well.“What happened Nixie? Where did you go and why are you down here of all places? Explain that injury as well.”Nixie sighs a breath of relief, though her eyes seem rather hard as they look at you. “You were going to get flanked, the command bunker had some exit from behind that they were using to come up behind us. I thought I was going the right way when I found this. I’m the one that opened that giant steel door that you just shut. Seems that was a bad idea. There’s something wrong with the men down here, I can smell it on them. I got jumped by two of them, and ended up with a bayonet in my ribs.”Dok steps forward, his Luger still pointed at her chest.“Did any of them touch you? Did they get inside?”Nixie stares at Dok coldly. Perhaps she didn’t fully comprehend what war could be, but then neither did you. “I’m clean. From whatever the hell is in them. More importantly shouldn’t we be figuring out how to leave here?”You: Agree to find an exit Try to find the cause of this instead
>>3063745Try to find the causePlease let tink be okay
>>3063745 Try to find the cause of this insteadAlso get that fucking wound cleaned up, Because that don't sound good.so she got stabbed by two dudes, But when and where. INNOCENCE LOST
Looks like we're going deeper. Vote closed and updating.
“No, we need to find out what the hell is doing this to the men here, or perhaps who. This would rip through the lines if it got out.”Dok nods at your observation, holstering his pistol.“If you are carrying those monsters I guess we’ll know soon Nixie. Let me look at that wound before we get out of here though.”Dok crouches next to the Fae, pulling aside the stained cloak to reveal a ragged tear. Blood oozes from the corners of the shredded flesh, a steady trickle burbling out the middle and staining the snow white skin of Nixie.“Hell of a wound Fae, good of you to keep fighting. Did a human or one of those infected bastards do this to you?”Nixie winces slightly as the anti-septic burns, wisps of smoke rising in the air. “It was one of the infected, only happened after I opened this big door and got into the compound proper. Got rushed from two sides and took a bayonet in the ribs. It seems they aren’t so stupid as to not use weapons.”You take note of this while glancing at your surroundings. It seems as though the compound had been dealing with the outbreak for only a few days at most. The blood spattering the walls still had a coppery smell about it, and only know was the mud starting to leak through the joints of the wood. The air still smelled of dry earth and antiseptic, the rancid undertone of death only tickling your nostrils every now and again. You heard the shuffling before you saw the source, the sound of something heavy dragging along the dirt coming toward you slowly in the dark. Dok glanced up, before looking back to his work and moving at a much faster pace. You stood slowly, moving to place yourself between your fellow soldiers and the noise. You: Wait to see what it is Shoot first
>>3063810Fuck if they are smart that means if we shot they would hear us would't they? Uh, Would we be in melee range with our shovel if the thing came by and if not, Shot it.
>>3063810Get the shovel ready but wait to see
>>3063813You'd be within ten feet of it
Vote closed and updating to ready our shovel and wait.
Carefully you reach down, unbuttoning the canvas wrap on your shovel and slipping the weapon into your hands. You tighten your grip, and for a moment you could swear the weapon vibrates in your hand in response. The flickering candlelight dances on the blade, shapes and shadows playing over the tool like a movie. You struggle not to get lost in it, staring hard at the movements as you recognize one. The light bathes the weapon in all but one spot, a suspicious black shape that seems to stare at you. It almost looked like a face, palid and drawn, framed by wispy black hair. “Jäger!”Nixie’s hissed exclamation brought you back to your senses. You looked up, just in time to see the corpulent rolls of flesh of the man coming round the corner. He looked stretched, as if swollen with child. The flesh of his stomach roiled and moved, reminiscent of the artillery ponds you saw as a child. His skin shone with a sweat that coated his body like oil, and behind him the disemboweled body of a man was carried with him. Clutched in his pudgy hand was one of the legs that was the source of the dragging noise. You: Shovel time Try to pull back up your rifle
>>3063874OH WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT, ITS GONNA EXPLODE IF WE CUT IT WITH OUR SHOVEL.Fuck, Its too close. uh, Shovel time and prey Nixie or Dok can get a shot off.
>>3063885I fucking hate this place and I hate every fucking time we go underground.
>>30638742. Let´s back off a little and shoot it. I don´t want to be near it when it explodes
>>3063874 Try to pull back up your rifleHes gonna pop one way or another, best to do it with some distance.
Looks like we try to get our rifle back up and out of the way.
You switch your shovel to your left hand, trying to swing your rifle up with your right as you backpedal. With a belligerent roar the thing in front of you charges and swings his right hand, following behind it a ripping tear as the shredded body behind him finally separates in two. You squeeze the trigger just before the set of legs and waist impact you, sending everything after the first two shots wide. Splinters of wood shower you as you are thrown sideways by the weight and into the wall. Blistering light sears out behind your eyes, an all too familiar sensation at this point. The world flits between dark and light as you struggle to regain both your footing and consciousness. You hear the faint report of two shots, likely Dok’s pistol. The fat thing is out of sight, but you can hear its cries of pain and anger. Something much more sinister follows however, a heavy meaty thud, followed by the sounds of wet things moving. Try as you might you can’t gather enough strength to push out from under the set of legs on you. A new weight settles on your chest, as something long and heavy drags its way up your body. Two thick pincers frame the slowly rotating maw of teeth that look down at you, a set of beady eyes in the back of the things throat staring down at you. Panic rises in your throat as you struggle to move, the Rot Worm freshly birthed from the dead man dragging itself closer to your face. From the tinny noises that reach your eyes, it sounds as though more than one had fallen out of the dead man.You: Try to grab the pincers, keep it from your face Clench your left fist, see if your shovel is still in it
>>3063982 Try to grab the pincers, keep it from your face
>>3063982 Clench your left fist, see if your shovel is still in itWhelp, Rip
>>3063999You love being underground and you know it.
>>30639822. Shovel-sama won´t let us down another time
We'll let this vote run a little long since I just finished making my dinner and I am absolutely starving.
>>3064034If you are having a French leg for dinner, be sure to get to the marrow. That´s where the good stuff is.
>>3064009No i hate the underground. This is a horrible place and needs to be nuked
>>3064041I am actually having Italian sausage, green peppers, and onions in gravy over noodles. No legs here. >>30640441. Bomb the surface until you can't live there2. Nuke the underground3.???4.???
>>3064065Fuck you, we going to space. SPACE WAR NOW
>>3064065>ItalianYou disgusting Entente scum.5. Absolute German victory: If we make the whole planet uninhabitable, the enemy will perish, allowing to lay claim to a ton of useless land.Also, what about the sea? Please tell me someone has dropped acid or sewage on it. Can´t have a happy front in this war.
>>3064075With the arrival of mythological creatures the seas are both unsafe, and due to the constant artillery and run off very murky and toxic now.
Also votes are tied guys, so we wait.
>>3063982> Try to grab the pincers, keep it from your face
>>3064088>With the arrival of mythological creatures the seas are both unsafeFucking poor Finland and all those nations up there, Atleast Ireland had the fucking dragons driven away by a dude with a beating stick.
We're grabbing pincers, vote closed and updated!
>>3064088>Seas are filled with horrific creatures of all kinds >Also, it’s fucking freezing>Filled with acid and shell runoff>Continental Europe absolute hell of all sorts>Americans STILL crossing the pond to fight and die in the eternal warFucking doughboys, when will they learn
You reach up as fast as your punch drunk limbs can muster, grasping onto the black bone pincers that dig forward towards your face. The worm is covered in a thick layer of bodily fluids and gore, slick to the point you struggle to keep your grasp as the thick muscles that make up the worms body gyrate in an attempt to grind the monsters face into you. You panic as your left hand slips, and grit your teeth in pain as your worried movements send the pincer through your palm in a struggle to grasp it again.The thick bone drives itself through your flesh, opening the wound on your hand wider and wider as it drives it to the base of pincer. Fresh blood warms your arm, running down into the sleeve of your uniform and staining your skin red. You’ve managed to stop the worm from eating your face, though for how long your muscles will hold out you don’t know. Even now your arms burn with the strain, and your vision still spins into a spiralling array of colors with every jostle. You can faintly hear Nixie and Dok struggling amid what must be a mass of worms and newly infected that have joined the fray. The sharp crack of Dok’s Luger is joined by the dull thuds as Nixie swings the splintered wood in her hand with all her might. You: Try to support the weight of the worm with your skewered left hand and do something with your right Write-in
>>3064161VISIT THE UNDERGROUND THEY SAIDTHE TUNNELS ARE NICE AND COMFY THEY SAID.whelp, try to uh get the shovel or gun or whatever the fuck we have in range to fuck that creature... And do we uh, have salt?
>>30641611.Shovel timeAT least if we die we will get to play as a Russian
>>3064161This is quite fucked....If the eyes are in the throat, what we need to do is support with the skewered hand and simultaneously use the right to stab that shit in there.>Support with left, use right to grope for something that fits in the maw and then ram it in there If nothing is available, use the arm to do it
>>3064161SHOVEL THE WORM!
Your love for the shovel is always nice to see. Even though no one seemed to notice what you saw in it Vote closed and updating.
>>3064217I'd like to think our shovel is becoming a banshee itself, one that will love us
>>3064217Shovel senpai, What are we going to do in this trench line
>>3064217>inb4 shovel has eaten so many souls it’s becoming a living being itself Someone tell me if scratches/dents in the shovel begin fixing themselves
Letting go with your right hand you feel the weight of the worm settle against your left, exacerbating the already burning pain that radiates from your skewered palm down into the very bone of your arm. You weakly reach around, trying to find something to kill the damnable creature with. All that you find is dirt, the cold unforgiving earth ready to soak the life from your body.You swing your fist in a forlorn rage, once, twice, each hit feeling like punching nothing but muscle. The worm renews its grinding movement, coiling itself around your leg in an effort to gain leverage and push itself down onto you. Almost immediately the tightness in your left leg gives way to a fading warmth as your circulation is cut off. You reach your hand back for another blow, only for an ice cold grasp to reach around your wrist.“Shhhh, don’t worry now. I can help you Jäger. Just as you helped save me.”Thick black hair frames a pale face that looks down at you, sunken eyes looking at you with a strange warmth. A renewed strength burns through you as the snow white hand releases your arm, your shovel firmly in your grasp. You swing with all your might, the thick blade biting deep into the body of the Rot Worm just below where you imagine the head starts. Black ichor arcs with an arterial spray, near blinding you as it spatters over the wall and your face. The creature writhes in a panic, a low grinding noise emanating from the mouth of teeth. With a sharp burst of pain your left hand is freed from the pincer as the worm pulls itself backward. It's rapid movements only exacerbate the wound, violent thrashing tearing its own muscles that send the head spiraling into the air.You: Rest for a moment, you still feel weak and shaky Shovel everything
>>3064279 Shovel everythingRip and Tear
>>3064279 Shovel everythingWhen underground...
>>30642791. Rest for a momentLet´s asses the situation before acting. We have an almost severed hand and a weird shovel. Let´s not enter a frenzy right now and see who needs help
>>3064295>a weird shovel>not recognizing your shovelfu as a savior
>>3064279 Shovel everythingSHOVEL WAIFU, RIP AND TEAR
>>3064295>Not entering the Germanic blooded frenzy with the shovel as our weapon of choiceLook at this impure soldier.
Vote closed and updating. We set out on the path to sit on a throne of shovels, a harem of banshees hanging off us.
Though weak to get to your feet, you manage to stand by using the wall as a support. You take in the scene before you, Nixie and Dok engaged in a brutal melee with the Rot Worms that crawl forward. Far more than could fit in one man, you glance around to see the corpse of another bloated infected man lying on the floor next to a dark side tunnel you hadn’t noticed. A few more of the deranged men must have followed, their lanky and disheveled forms now trying to clamber over the Rot Worms.You spin the shovel in your hand once, trying to restore feeling to your tired limbs. You’ve been fighting now for what feels like days, though the assault couldn’t have been going for more than five hours. Surely concussed however, and amidst a living hell of flesh and blood you struggled to stay standing. With the lives of your comrades on the line however you pushed through. Your first swing caught the temple of one of the crawling men, the teeth of the blade biting deep into his brain. With as much force as you could muster you yanked the weapon free, sending the twitching corpse backwards with a spray of blood as his skullcap separates from the top of his head. One of the other infected spots you, hollering in French about digging and gore as he rushes forward. Spinning the weapon in your grip you backhand the shovel through his throat, vibrations running up your arm as the blade bites through the bone of his spinal column.The worms happily turn and feast on the corpse of the dead, chunks of flesh being sawn from the body in bloody circles. You struggle forward over the dirt growing slick with gore, slicing out at any of the worms that grow close. Frantic to reach your friends you realize they have become separated from one another. Dok was pressed against the door, fighting wildly against a group of Rot Worms intent on consuming him. Already one had managed to bite down around his right hand and was slowly dragging its arm further into its maw. He swung wildly, the angle too far back for his machete to cut effectively. Nixie was pale, the blood loss and exertion clearly taking a toll on her ability to fight, though not as much as the crazed frenchman hooting at the top of his lungs as he grasped at her hair and dragged her to the ground. You: Saved Dok Saved Nixie
>>3064399If I gotta pick just ONE Saved NixieHowever, Can't throw something at the other fucker attacking Dok and shove the one off Nixie? Good bye Dok. Welcome to our song of death.
>>3064405Throw what anon? Just you and your shovel here.
>>3064399 Saved NixieWhy is this even an option?
>>3064412Is Nixie that much more important? What am i saying everyone always picks waifus.
>>3064410Well surely if we've been fighting for fucking hours. Something needs to be throwable at that one or a way to buy dok time.
>>3064422You can always write-in and try something anon. I can't promise it'll succeed.
>>3064405Grab pixie and tell her to shrink down and put her into our pocket and then save doc, grab him and haul ass.
>>3064399> Saved DokFuck it, the hauptmann is already a wehrwolf time for the waifu to go
>>3064435Dok's infected by the worms, we'd have to remove the entire fucking arm. >>3064431I guess her shrinking down would also work but would't that mean less blood in her body?
>>3064442One-armed Germans will win us the war, believe you me
>>3064445If Siegfried is anything to go by yeah
>>3064431I vote we do this
>>3064431Haul ass where. The steel door is shut and behind it is more infected. Just out and down further into the complex?
>>3064442Does blood squish out of her body as she shrinks? Shes a magic fairy thing, if anything the smaller wound means less blood lose since liquids come out slower in tiny holes or something.>>3064456Someone just shout "MAGIC!" and be done with this sensible nonsense.
>>3064460Sensible nonsense eh? I like that phrase.
>>3064456Thought we were in a hallway T junction with the one we came from splitting off to the left and right while behind us was the metal door.
>>3064463You would be correct. Either way we go deeper into the facility and dark
>>3064476Wait we can twirl the whirl to take them both out?
>>3064481Excuse me can we what?
So votes are currently two to save Nixie, One to save Dok, and two for a write-in to try to save them both. At least we didn't rest or They'd both be dead already
>>3064493I mean, if you want to die sure!
>>3064507Can't go out the front, can't go deeper, Dok or Waifu dies.I dunno, Unless we can somehow escape at this point. We look pretty dead.
>>3064507If we fuck up and die can you start a new quest in the same world? I really like this setting.
>>3064510We can go deeper I wasn't saying you can't, apologies if it came across that way. You just don't know what is down there.
>>3064519That was always my plan, I've already got a backup story boarded.
We'll stop here for tonight guys, I gotta do some things around the house. We'll continue tomorrow at around 4PM EST again as long as nothing changes for me. As always here for discussion and questions!
Why not go back the way pixie went since that leads back to our trench eventually.
>>3064608Pixie came in the way we came in, she is the one who opened the door.
Things going on around the house guys. I'll try to be on later.
>>3065990This is true suffering.
>>3065990Leaving us hanging on a torturous cliffhangerHope you can come back soon!
>>3066004>>3066218Votes are still tied. That's the true cliffhanger. I'm trying to get everything sorted and get here.
>>3066276So here's my issue, I want to save both but i'm terrified that if we try they both will die. I cant risk losing the fae waifu
>>3066378Choices choices anon. War is hell.
>>3064399We saved them both, at the risk of our own life
>>3066431So why can't we tell pixie to shrink and hide while we save doc?She can fly can't she?
>>3066594If you want to tell her to try with the gibbering maniac there sure. Again I'm not telling you guys no on anything.
>>3066617So like her shrinking wouldn't make her hair or anything harder to hold onto?Kay how about we quickly sever its arm tell her to get beside us and then rush to doc, and sever his arm and reattach it to the Frenchmen, that way only 1 person losses their arm today.Anyways brb.
Yeah guys at this point we're going to need to wait until tomorrow. Sorry for that guys. We'll plan for 10:30PM EST. Until then maybe discuss a bit and try to get a final vote. I'll try to be around for my input.
>>3066830This is legit fucking true suffering, Because somebody has to die here sadly and I don't want it.
>>3066841Did you expect for everyone to make it through though?
>>3066841>>3066851Then again not saying they can't but it would require a perfect quest and a good amount of luck.
>>3066855No, I just named Characters to have abit better luck when it comes to existing around us. I'm starting to think we're surviving off the life force of those the banshees collect around us.
>>3066866don't give him those kind of ideas.anyways gotta save the pixie, cuz magic and shiet.
What if we threw our shovel at the zombie guy holding nixie and then helped doc? Maybe yell for her to go small at that point if the guy let's go. Just try to buy her time for us to save both
>>3066926I think we ought to have time to cut off docs hand then kill the thing grabbing Nix, but then dock will either bleed out or have to deal with the worms single handed
>>3066943Wait a second, dont we still have the non magically ruger with us?
>>3066973Its out of ammo last we checked, Which fucking sucks alot. We need our banshee waifu to give more ammo
>>3067015Not that pistol, the other non magic one we took from the guys we killed in the bar
I'm very excited to get home and write this update. By my count the write-ins have it to try to save both. Jäger always has to try i guess
I just realized how close we are to the end of the first arc. We've come quite a ways from the fume town.
>>3068969Im ready for this first arc to end in disaster and suffering
>>3069120It doesn't have to anon, but then again I never had many good times planned for this quest.
Don't we have that bayonet from the two frenchmen we killed earlier? We could try throwing that to kill the frenchman on Nixie.Alternatively, at least one of these soldiers should have a pistol on them, right? We just need a single, clean shot to the head of the one attacking Nixie. Failing that, our rifle should be around our feet somewhere assuming we didn't drop it / it inherited our motion as we flew.Apologise for not being in thread as of late. I'd been busy and missed most of this.
>>3069394The bayonet was used to prop open the trapdoor and left behind. Our rifle is buried under the worms and bodies. You could search the corpses and hope they have one, but that'd take time and the worms would not take kindly to you going at their food. Don't worry about it anon life happens.
I'll be closing votes at 10:15PM EST guys. Write-in to tell Nixie to change sizes so we can try to save both is winning. Final discussion and votes should be done now. Hope everyone is ready for tonight
>>3070094Don't do this LukaPlease don't do thisI just want to be happy
>>3070094So walk me through on exactly what is going on?Are we gonna cut off the frogzombie hand first or what?
>>3070200Vote is to tell Nixie to shrink, get her in pocket and save Dok.
Five minutes left guys, last chance for vote changes and the like. Current vote is to tell Nixie to shrink so we can pocket her and save Dok.
>>3070284save Nixie first?
>>3070284So wait a minute you voted to do the tell Nixie to shrink which got backed. Are you changing and we go for her first and try to save Dok or tell her to shrink and save Dok or what are we doing here.
>>3070310idk, i'm tired and i want to shower.I thought we were going to tell her to shrink then slash the arm off of that thing then fling the shove at the thing trying to kill doc?
Or what if we toss the shove to nixie and rush in with the rife and bayonet to help doc, hope she fares well enough?Where are the other doods?
>>3070284I literally can't fucking change my vote cause I lost.
>>3070333What other dudes anon? The slash the arm off thing was changed post everyone agreeing on the vote and if that's the case that makes us tied again.
>>3070334What did you lose? Since everything is changing I guess the vote still isn't closed.
>>3070360Why can't we just shoot at everything?
>>3070360I voted to save the fae, Now both die because we're trying to do some autism with without a working hand.
>>3070372We don't have our rifle, I posted that a few hours back and in the original update. Just the shovel.
>>3070384Didn't we have two pistols? What happened to the Luger?
>>3070401You had lost the Luger during/post Banshee fight. It was not included in the equipment update earlier in the thread due to this.
We'll delay the thread start until this discussion is over since this is a major decision. Feel free to weigh in even if you've cast your vote already guys, or perhaps change it.
>>3070417Okay so lets Choreograph the fight like this:We tell Nixie to shrink and run to cut off the froghand and stuff her into our pocket and run over to doc with a vaulting leap and bring a overhead swing down onto the rot worm.OrWe throw the shove at the frogmans head then run to doc and grab the machete he has to kill the rotworm and then rush back to finish the frogger with the shove stuck in it.
>>3070435Anon if you change your vote to this, since you had the original write in to tell her to shrink and get in our pocket to save Dok that would set us to a 2:1:2:1 tie.
>>3070445Alright fine, save nixie first then save whats left of docs arm after, we can do surgery on doc and make sure hes clean since nixie can detect the "taint".
>>3070462I'm going to count saving Nixie first as a count to save Nixie. Of course we'll try to save Dok after. AND WITH THAT VOTES ARE CLOSED.
Alright. Votes are closed and updating. Here we go!
I can deal with possibly losing doc, I dont think i could let the waifu die. After the next post can you tell us if any of our write in's would have saved them both?
Torn with indecision you watch for only a moment as your friends and comrades fight for their lives. Your legs move for you, and you snap to the right. Nixie is spread prone, her arms limp by her side as the gibbering monster of a man slams her head into the dirt covered wood floor again. You reach her as he raises his hands for another slam, one that would surely dash her head upon the floor in a scattering of brains. You swing out with your shovel harder than you ever have, the serrated edge biting deep into and then through the bone of the man’s face. Chips of skull and gore fly from the wound as you put both hands into the swing and drive his entire body into the wall. The momentum is enough for your shovel to cut clean through one side of his skull and out through the other. You yank back, the shovel following with your movement and returning to your side. The weight feels different from what you know, a coursing cold anger that relishes in the killing forcing the blade to hang low to the ground and ready. Moving to Nixie quickly, you grab her by the shoulder, shaking her rapidly.“Nixie, Nixie wake up please. Nixie we need you up!”You can feel the panic seep into your voice, a sharp edge threatening to border into shrill. “Save your -nng- voice Jäger she’s out stone cold. You get her out of here, and burn this tainted fucking trench to ash. You understand me soldier?”Casting your glance to the voice you see Dok pushed against the wall, the Rot Worm that was eating his arm laying dead on the floor, Dok’s still warm limb barely peeking out from the maw of razor teeth. His uniform hangs in tatters at his shoulder, a wicked wound indicative of tearing cuts coating his side in a steady flow of blood from the severed shoulder. He hacks like mad as you watch, slicing at the juvenile monsters all too eager to crawl over their dead for a chance at flesh. Already his guard has failed him, a multitude of circular wounds dot his body where various worms had managed to saw the flesh from him. “I said get her the fuck out and stop watching me! Boots to the ground Jäger!”
You feel the return well up inside you, shouting it back.“Grenades to the sky! Rifles forward! And NEVER BACK!”Dok nods, a wry smile creasing his weathered face.“The Sturmtruppen way.”Even over the clacking of teeth and dull humming the Rot Worms emit you hear the pins drop to the earth from the string of grenades kept in Dok’s bag. At least a full bandolier of Stielhandgranate hang from his good hand. Dragging Nixie with all your might you move to the junction in the hall, reaching the wall with only a moment to spare. The explosion seems to shake the very earth around you, coating the two of you in dust as the bracings over the steel door are forced upwards into the earth by the concussion, only to snap back down and bring the shaken earth with them. The cave in races forward down the long tunnel, crushing any that yet lived under tons of earth and wood. It took a few minutes for you to stop coughing, huddled in the dark with your body over Nixie’s. You can feel her bosom rise and fall under you, shallow but enough to confirm her still being with the living. With only one way to go, further in, you: Leave Nixie, come back for her Drag her with you Try to wake her up https://youtu.be/JhH4zIV0-Zs
>>30705663, and if that fails after a few seconds then 2
>>3070579To answer you by the way anon, had you tried to save both, both would have died. Nixie would have had her head unceremoniously smashed open across the ground and Dok been eaten alive while you ran at his behest.
>>3070566Backing this >>3070579whelp, atleast I was right about dok being infected. God bless you fucker.
Sorry about the delay up to writing this guys. Holiday season is busy and takes a lot out of me because retail=worse than living in this universe.
>>3070598It's okay, any update is appreciated! At least the waifu is safe... for now
I'll give it about five more before updating. Pretty slow in here tonight.
>>3070566 Try to wake her up>>3070605The waifu died.>>3070587Didn't seem that grim reading the situation, there is little in the sense of urgency, but I figured it was "one of thoese choices". Interesting since I'm playing a telltale game.
>>3070657Realistically both were barely hanging on, we're wounded, in the shit, and have only a shovel. Which telltale?
>>3070657The shovel is still alive last time I checked
Vote closed and updating for 3 with a side of 2. >>3070657Waifu isn't dead what now?
>>3070660https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKMoVAObbhE>>3070669Will be when we get there.
>>3070679I really just am not sure how to respond. I know this has to be a joke about Wolf Among us but still. I've seen some weird shit and yet even now I can be amazed.
“Nixie. Nixie I need you to wake up now. Please do it quickly. Staying here will be the end of us.”You shake her while you speak, not rough but bordering on it. The urgency of your situation cannot be understated. The way back you know of is gone, crushed under dirt and wood. By the dampness that seeped into you and dripped from above, one of the many shell holes above filled with the toxic water had surely fallen with the earth. You could feel the burn where each droplet fell, and already the smell in the enclosed and darkened space was one of a chemical death. The humidity and temperature were already climbing, stifling you in the woolen uniform soaked with blood and viscera. Slowly, Nixie began to move of her own accord. You could feel her stirring under you, slight twitches that grew to a more refined movement of consciousness. “Jääägerrrr? Ish you?”Her words were slurred heavily, more than any drunken soldier you had ever seen. Forcing down the nervousness in your voice you responded, placing a hand on her cheek as you did.“I’m here Nixie. We got you out of there. I need you to wake up though. We need to keep going.”As if to punctuate your point the bracing above you groaned deeply, sagging with the weight it now struggled to hold. Structurally it seemed the entire tunnel could go at any time. “Jush, jush need rest. Warm dark. Head hurts.”You sighed in exasperation. Reaching down to grasp under her armpit you lifted Nixie to her feet. Unsteady though she was you managed to hold her standing in the dark by using you as a crutch.“Nixie can you change your size? If you are small again I can just carry you in my pocket”Her hair tickles your face as she shakes her head no.“Don’t feel right, mightsh become amazon, maybe too smalls.” Though her speech is broken at best you understand her meaning, resigning yourself to carrying her forward. You: Set out into the long dark Felt over your gear, found your shovel
>>30707492, the shovel is our only weapon we've got
>>3070749 Felt over your gear, found your shovel>Shovel, You and Nixie and the 6 shot are the only women who will remain in my heart for all times.
>>3070777Does this include the banshee residing in your shovel?
>>3070788She seems friendly enough, so im okay with it
I wonder how Ivara would feel with how quickly you all forgot her.
>>3070788Of course, If she is good enough for the shovel she is good enough for us.
>>3070801I never liked the barren whore anyway. I was one of the anons against giving ourselves up to her.
>>3070801We didn't forget her, but now that shes with a barren unit she had to give up being a woman. We wouldn't be allowed to be with her no matter what
How are you guys feeling with the big decision out of the way? Good to continue for a bit or do we wait for a more active day?
>>3070824>The big decision out of the wayWe're still fucking balls deep in a complex designing a rot worm bio-weapon that broke containment. I'm down for keeping going but don't act like we're safe.
>>3070831Alrighty. I'll start on another update.
>>3070824Please keep going!
>>3070807You know I thought about killing Nixie.>>3070788hmmm....
>>3070886Please tell me that's actually a woman and not some trap and give me a damn source.
>>3070886>>3070888Don't source me I recognize that art actually.
Leaning Nixie against the wall for a moment you ran your hands over your gear. Though soaked your uniform was still in good condition. That much however couldn’t be said for the khaki chest rig you wore, various tears and holes having appeared in the fabric after the hard use you had given it. Your magazine pouches were empty, either having dropped out from tears or simply left to fall to the ground after you had fired at the horde of infected coming at you in your race to close the steel door. Along with this, your AKG98 was no doubt buried in the cave in you had narrowly escaped. Thankfully, the revolver though empty was still in the holster under your left shoulder. This left you with only your shovel in your right hand, having been found when you kicked out and felt it slide on the ground. Whatever magic animated the monster inside, and why it chose to help you was anyone’s guess. Still, it killed all the same and for that you were thankful. “I’ll kill for you all wish you know. I’ll do all you ask of me and more.”The cold touch of air on your ear sent thoughts to your head both horrific and enticing. When this trench was behind you, you’d need to think long and hard as to why this Banshee in particular had bound itself to your service unlike those that hunt you. “Nixie, I’m going to grab you again. It's time to move.”You reach out for where you set her in the dark, only for your hand to touch damp wood. “Nixie? Nixie where are you?”Feeling around with your other hand you slowly move downwards until you can feel her dampened hair. “Jäger? Let me sleep. Please. So warm and dark.”Though you too feel the call of sleep tugging at your bones you lift her despite the protests. Thankfully Nixie is light, even in her full size. It must be a Fae thing as you remember her being rather shapely when standing at your height. Struggling forward the two of you move into the dark of the compound, searching for the source of this mess.You: Try to make conversation with Nixie Try to make conversation with the Banshee Remain quiet and alert
>>3070896 Try to make conversation with the BansheeSooo... You single? Can you give me a hand polishing my wood handle here?You best not ruin my favorite shovel hoe!Can we talk with just me holding you and thinking my thoughts at the shovel?How do I kill you, or more importantly your sisters? Whatcha doing bansheee?More seriously, Do you not fear the wrath of your sisters, or do you enjoy angering them?Seriously, MUH DICK!
>>3070896 Remain quiet and alert>Also test to see if the banshee can communicate with us just touching the shovel via the mind or if we have to loudly talk about it. W...waifu achieved?
>>3070906Don't you have a e-thot to throw money at in the hopes that she acknowledges you?I reported her to the IRS
>>3070910Lol, Though in all seriousness. I'm equally confused as to why a banshee has decided to live within our shovel or use it as the anchor here. The fact people are reporting internet thots to the IRS is best news to come from this month.
>>30708961, make conversation with nixie. She is clearly concussed and we should try to help her stay conscious. Although we should talk quietly
>>3070913All will be told. I don't just do things because it sounds cool. Mostly. The rifle design just sounded cool.
>>3070916I know why, and frankly I don't think we should let her unless shes gonna put out or something.Ass, Cash, or Grass, no one eats for free
Options are currently 1:1:1,always with the ties on slow nights.
>>3070936Whelp, fuck it. I'll go to get food then. See ya in abit QM. Glad we can acquire supernatural friends through unreasonable amounts of bloodshed and leaving friends to die.
>>3070896Talk with nixie
Vote closed and updating now that the tie is broken.
>>3070929So anon I'm curious what do you think you know about our piping playmate
>>3070961She's the literal embodiment of death, bound to our shovel.We have created a magical weapon with the blood split by our will and weapon combined.She is the TRUE WAIFU
Nixie is clearly concussed, perhaps even worse with the beating she received. Each step she takes drags you down to the side, and you are again thankful that she is lighter than a normal woman would be. “Nixie how are you feeling?”You keep your voice low, aware that even now there could still be infected in the dark with you. You hope you would hear them before they got close however.“Sleepy. I can’t shee anything”Suppressing a chuckle you remind her that the lights are out, and you can’t see anything as well.“Yuh should be shleepy too then. Lay down with me.”As enticing as rest sounds you worry about whether you would ever wake up, or if you did manage to, how much earth would be crushing you. Yanking back your hand from the wall you hiss lowly as a protruding nail slices open your palm yet again. The dark is all consuming, removing a full sense from you and leaving the two of you to wander. You stop as you come to a junction in the hallway. You can feel the empty space on either side, the one to the left smelling fresher, and the one to the right smelling of an even stronger antiseptic scent. You:  Go left to what barely passes as fresher air Go right, deeper into the compound
>>30709961 go to the fresh air and pray it's not a trap
Alright guys we'll hold onto going left for next session. I really need to rest before I work tomorrow. I hope you've all been enjoying Greatest War. We'll be done with the first arc by next sunday for sure. As for the next session I'm not sure what day in between but Friday and Saturday for sure as per usual. You all have a good night, don't let the winter weather snow you in. I hear the Wendigos out and about
>>3071040ree, night n be safe boss>>3070996 Go right, deeper into the compound
>>3071009Get captured or risk getting eaten. shit choices all round.
>>3072126Such is war
>>3072335Any chance for updates tonight?
>>3072503Not tonight, perhaps Wednesday.
Plan is to run either tonight or tomorrow and finish out the first arc before the thread drops off the board. After that, i'm considering a few options as a bit of a break from Jäger and a chance to flesh out more characters and lore.
>>3070996> Go right, deeper into the compoundFinally caught up after seeing this thread a few days ago. Pretty decent. Not sure I like the constant character death but I suppose that is what you're going for
>>3074852Other than Dok/Nixie choice I'd say everyone has done well on the character front. Dok would be the first of our core group to go, but yeah spare not the random mook.
>>3074990I mean the Commander of our unit becoming a wolf, Thus forcing him away from the unit would really be the first named guy to go. Unless we're about to try to keep a fucking lycan hidden/secret
>>3075089Who knows? I surely don't.
>>3074778please don't do this, i won't be able to stand another qt harpie and her husbando be slaughtered I fucking love this quest. So glad i spotted this in the catalog
Alright guys, 10:30PM EST tonight! We'll finish this arc and then discuss what you guys want for a bit of a break.
>>3076871I can already tell you what I want, I want god damn fae babies and a happy Jäger for once.
>>3076873Such things are too pure for this world. >>3076855Glad you're liking it, thank you for joining in! I actually just reread everything i wrote the other day and forgot how fun the harpy fights are to write.
>>3076876>What do you want?>Happiness>Sorry Senpai, machine brokeFeelsbadman.Well atleast we can hopefully finish this fucking trench arc over after this thread unless we die.
>>3076879One way or another the training and trench fight arc will end tonight. Maybe i'll write a one off where Jäger is actually happy after that.
>>3076883>one off haha this sucks.How old is Jäger again? i think a saw a 15 somewhere in the archive but that cant be right r-right?
>>307689715, poor kid just officially hit manhood. Nixie is 473
>>3076901Goddamnit, Why are't we allowed to the farms yet! I actually want to know more about the rogue cities.
>>3076908Depending on our decisions our proverbial world map will be opening up soon.
>>3076962That sounds both interesting and horrible. Are we finally getting a promotion or are we going to a PoW camp?
>>3076973Why do I have a horrible feeling that PoW camps aren't exactly around in this timeline?
>>3076973>>3076984POW camps? You guys mean the meat factories right?
>>3077034Here ya go bosso
>>3077240Almost every trench is a wet soil trench at this point. Just deeper and wider.
Alright guys, votes are currently tied on which direction we go.
Any thoughts on it? Any changes to votes?
>>3077712Blah, I'm not changing my vote but I'm here
>>3077733I'd say roll for it but this is an important decision
>>3077742Fresh air implies either the surface or a room of ventation. One of which is usually a one way in and out room.Going deeper means more of these things but also a chance at stoping or finding out what the fuck is happening or a medical ward.But fuck it, Lets go to the surface and be captured. No real harm in hating everything else tonight
>>3077750So you change it to going left?
Alright, going left. Updating.
Well I can post again, yay. w/e. go left.
You turn left, moving through the darkened spaces towards the fresh air. Each step forward lets you breathe a little better, well as much as you can. The air filtering in from above ground is still choked with smoke and rot, a burning mixture of chemical fumes and decay. The air below ground however feels wrong, each inhalation full of antiseptic and things that ought not be. Behind you, the splitting noise of wood follows slowly. Much as the french tried it seems the tunnel wasn’t properly constructed. The earlier explosion must have shaken the very foundations, braces snapping like nothing more than twigs as the ground above begins to crush the space.“I hope we reach a bed soon. The roofshis angry down here.”Nixie at least makes you chuckle in the dark moments. You continue forward as best you can. Unfortunately, the shattering of wood follows you just at your back.You: Continue as you do Carry Nixie
>>3077800 Carry Nixie
Carrying Nixie out! Let's go.
Still here guys, just a big update.
One of the beams snaps in front of you, falling from the ceiling as the world around you creaks and shudders. Realizing you are running out of time you look at Nixie who even now is doing nothing more than dragging her feet and loling her head about from side to side. She makes a strange noise between a startled gasp and a worried huff as you bend down, slipping your arm under her legs and lifting her into a princess carry. You can move much faster this way, trying your best not to bang along the walls as you try to outrun your death once more. With each hallway junction you pass the flickering lights of candles guide your way. It seems The Choir has arrived to see you off on your death. You struggle against it all, chasing your chance at escape as you sprint forward. Behind you, the encroaching wave of choking dust and splinters nip at your heels, intent on holding you forever with in the deep.“Faster Jäger. Pleash. Keep me safe.”Though concussed and mostly speaking nothing of value but her want for sleep, the sentence strikes you deep. Could you really continue to keep her safe? Dok lay behind you in pieces, coating the walls of this godforsaken complex in a valiant effort to save you and the Fae. Hauptmann Edward, the man who saved yours and Siegfried’s life having been turned into a walking abomination. Each step of your life had been fraught with naught but death and an ever approaching fate shared by your empire. Yet you struggled on, saving what you could. Nixie was one such thing you managed to drag with. Pulling her from the mire of the world she somehow shone above it. Perhaps it was just the dying sparkle of the old world. The door ahead of you was wooden unlike the other steel one that you had left behind. Fortunate for you it was easy bash through it and out into the thick fog and smoke of the day. The rain continued to fall around you, a pounding downpour of displeasure from the heavens. The acidic stream burned at your woolen uniform, tingling your skin as it ran down your face. Mud exploded into the air before falling around you, spattering the already stained uniform you wore. You glanced down, locking eyes with Nixie who stared up with you in a moment of odd clarity in blunt force induced haze. The two of you let the rain fall around you as the German Empire marched forward. I guess not that big I just can't write well tonight.
>>3077848Wait thats literally it?
>>3077851Yeah for tonight at least. I can't quite think of how to write the rest of the info. I can either exposition dump, or answer any questions you have.
>>3077851Sorry to disappoint you anon. Forgot to add that to my last post. Fuck I'm slipping tonight.
>>3077853I'm actually somewhat bitter it took this long, and thats all we got. But fair enough I guess.I'm confused as to if we just pick up the fact we're right here in the trench or if we've regrouped with folks?
>>3077856Yeah again apologies. My writing is really suffering tonight and I can't quite figure out how to do this well. Perhaps I'll write a state of the front type update. When we come back to Jäger our pick up will be right here. Had you chosen to go right, you'd have reached the center of the compound and the lab. Had you chosen not to carry Nixie you'd have gotten stuck in the compound and had to search a way out. Either option would have prolonged this much longer.
>>3077858So in otherwords we still need to carry a serverly fucked up female, And ourselves back to friendly lines, Without dying to the various zombies or other shit still lurking in the trench? Fuck me, I would've prefer going fucking right then. Might as well had fucking died doing something productive then.
>>3077860Actually, you guys have evaded the death choices pretty well. There would have been another in the compound but a rather obvious one I would have thought. Fuck it, I'm not in much a state to write it but let me see what I can get on paper.
>>3077862its all good boss, Go get some rest. I need to think of this game more as fucking warhammer. There is no winning, Just existing another hour.
Out from one hell and into another. Judging by your surroundings you were still roughly in line with where your squad would be in the french lines. To the east or west though you weren’t sure. You: Let Nixie down, try to walk together Continue carrying herAlong with: Draw your shovel, fight whatever you see Try to hide and play this quiet Life circumstances be damned lets fucking go
>>3077864 Continue carrying her Try to hide and play this quietALRIGHT SPEED RUN TIME
>>3077855Will there be a way for our characters mind to grow and explore new ideas and concepts without meta-gaming it or is that not really possible?Has anyone else in lore or cannon had to deal with the"choir" before us?What is the nature of the magical or supernatural knowledge in the empire? Any experts in these fields? Let Nixie down, try to walk together Try to hide and play this quietAnd draw our shovel. We will know where we are when we see the next soldier pass.
>>3077868Rephrase your first anon I'm not sure I follow. For your second question I can't answer that though it has been alluded to before. For your third, yes. They are actually a possibility to be part of arc two.
So we're tied on option 1, but you guys want to play it quiet regardless so that seems settled. We'll wait a few!
While we wait though, Everyone doing okay tonight?
>>3077864 Let Nixie down, try to walk together
>>3077876 I'm fucking rage filled but other reasons unrelated too the quest. Fine and dandy yourself?>Fae is half-knocked out of it>Lets have her walkOhno
>>3077882 Pretty sure my grandpa is going to the hospital again and its really fucking with my headspace. That's like the third time this month. Other than that its been a long week. What's got you bothered?
Alright vote is to let Nixie walk and take it quiet. Away we go.
>>3077883 Eh, Just natural pent up rage from idiots and shit not going my way. Good luck with ya Grandpa, I know that feeling. Happened to my brother this year
>>3077887 I work retail that rage is my daily life
“Nixie I need you to stay close to me okay?’’You try to stay as quiet as you can, though the constant cascade and shatter of artillery would make it a non-issue. Still, better safe than sorry. “I”m closh Jäger, you’re holding me.”You nearly rethink your decision as you gaze into the eyes of Nixie, filled with a warmth and trust that lets you forget where you are for just a moment. Setting her to the ground she nearly begins to cry, a sad pout taking to her face.“We need to move like this so we can stay safe. This way we can fight back. We’re still in a French trench Nixie.”Nixie nods like a little girl deprived her sweets, sniffling slightly. Trying to keep yourself against the side of the trench and in the shaded side you struggle through the muck. After a quick check you find the immediate area is clear, your location being some sort of auxiliary trench. You: Move left, towards the sound of machine gun fire and screams Move right, towards the sound of explosions, a constant chatter of rounds cooking off
>>3077898 Move left, towards the sound of machine gun fire and screamsLet's kill the french gunnersWelcome back Luka
>>3077898 Move left, towards the sound of machine gun fire and screamsSounds like a french Machine gun nest, And germans pushing. We knock this out, We get our boys here. We still have a trench to take.
>>3077899Hey thank you man. Always nice to see people liked the quest and are glad to see it back.
>>3077905Yeah ofc man, I love your quest. The gritty darkness of it and the entire theme of it, not to mention the moral choices we have to make and how badass we get to be.Wouldn't abandon the quest for the world, man. Unfortunately, I'm not able to attend every voting session, but I'll always be reading :)
>>3077898Move rightGlad you decided to keep running tonight! Out of curiosity was there any way we missed for getting everyone out of the underground alive?
>>3077907The fact that even though you can't attend you still follow means a lot. I do this to give you guys an experience and because I've always loved writing. Really cheers me up when people enjoy it. >>3077908You'd have had to backed up from the fat infected rather than just shoot. If you had kept your rifle intact Dok would have been alive still. Getting knocked about and pinned by the Rot Worm ruined you.
>>3077912Damn boomers! Thanks again for running this quest, it's been one of my favorites for a long time
>>3077912Fuck I knew it.
Votes to go left win! Lots of going left tonight but I guess that is how you get out of a maze. Writing!
The rapid chatter of the machine gun clatters like the teeth of a dead man. Each burst of rounds sent off into the deadly space between trenches elicits a scream from an unfortunate man of the great Imperial German Empire. Your mission was to take this trench, and though the two of you are barely combat effective the men stuck over the wire are still ready to go. Eliminating the nest would allow you to move with the safety of allies by your side. You grasp on to Nixie’s wrist, taking care to make sure she actually follows you and not just wanders by your side. A stray round or grenade could end her journey here, leaving you to face the horrors of the earth alone. You could almost hear the whispers of the Banshee at the thought of the idea. You follow along the bullet riddled wall of the trench. The ground above the caves where the population of countries lived was a maze. Hundreds of years of trenches snaked the earth, most forgotten and left to rot. Each movement of ground was met with hundreds of new trenches built, rebuilt, forsaken, or branched off of. Together the two of you wandered that maze, your only weapon at the ready for the inevitable. The shovel sung in your hands, a low vibrating movement that caught the wisps of wind moving over the trench. Just ahead of you the machinegun rattled on. Even from here you could listen to the hiss as the jacket of water boiled.You: Tried to count the gunners, listened for an overheat Went now when the guards would least expect it
>>3077940 Went now when the guards would least expect itHopefully the machine gun can't just be turned around and used against usLet's not dally. Every second that gun fires is another life lost.
>>3077940 Went now when the guards would least expect it
Ah fuck I forgotYou: Had Nixie help Went it alone
>>3077947 Went it alone
>>3077940>>3077940Tried to countWent in alone, had nixie hide somewhere. Shes way to out of it to fight
>>3077947 Went it aloneShe's concussed. If anything, she'll get in our way or let slip of our presence. Let's lay her down and shush her.
>>3077947Uh is there even a fucking safe place to put her? Cause this entire area is fucked.
>>3077954She'd just be holding back away from us
Seems we're going it alone without waiting. Der Schaufelmeister does his job once more.
Rather than speak and have your cover blown in the random moments of silence that happened in the battlefield you turned around to Nixie. Her eyes shimmered in the dull light, seemingly moving from one shade to the next with the light of the permanent clouds above. She seems to understand what you mean by your quick hand motions, setting herself against the wooden wall of the firestep and above the swirling water and muck. Satisfied Nixie will stay safe you ready yourself to spring forward.“Six of them. Six more lives. How many does that make? You’re good at this you know.”You feel the voice more than you hear it, the thick black of speech reverberating in your skull. You: Respond to your weapon’s geist Ignore it and dive in
>>3077973Respond to our weapon
>>3077973>response that its only fair via our head but dive in
>>3077979So an inbetween? I can jive with that.
>>3077980Well you said we feel it more then heard. So maybe it goes both ways? If that makes sense. Afterall we are feeding her n our own blood cravings
We are currently tied, 1:1 between following option  and a write in put here >>3077979
>>3077973If the shovel doesn't start acting like a proper shovel and behave, we are gonna get a new shovel.
>>3077993My sides, is that a vote to dive in?
>>3077998its to throw the shovel at the machine gun and wreck it, since french engineering gives up when its attacked......Ehhh sure.Ignore the womans shit test.
>>3077999French were ballers in WW1. In WW2 they just got flanked into a new millenium.
Vote is to ignore the Banshee, and just kill shit. Here we go!
>>3078002>French were ballersOnly against Italians.
You’ll save the talk with the monster that has taken refuge in your weapon for another time. Right now, you focus on the task at hand. By the voices that reach your ears between the rattle of machine gun fire you’d guess there to be six, just on count with the maiden that spoke to you. “Of course it’s just on. I know what I’m talking about.”Biting back a retort you clench your right hand on the shovel. Though your left is still swollen and numb from the bite of the Rot Worm you’re sure it can make a decent fist. As if on cue the fall of artillery smashes against the earth overhead, providing you just the cover you need as you round the corner. You try your hardest to take in all the information at once. Ahead and to your left, the machine gun nest blasts away into the falling rain. Bright red traces arc from the barrel and into the german lines. Every few minutes you can hear the whistle from your lines that signals yet another wave of men to their doom. On either side of the nest stand a guard, firing into the lines with their bolt action rifles. The french weapon was odd, bulbous in parts you wouldn’t expect. To the right, three men carried between them a few boxes of ammunition and replacement parts. It seemed the weapon was due to give at any moment.You: Went for the nest itself Went for the ammo runners currently occupied https://youtu.be/z_O-NZfzvj0I feel like this music sounds really good for the combat
>>3078015 Went for the ammo runners currently occupied Even if we are forced back this means all the ammo and shit is spilled onto the ground not including we might get lucky with a grenade to pull and book it
>>3078015 Went for the ammo runners currently occupied
>>3078015Hey Boss, I got a question if you can answers it now or whenever. How long has this trench storming offensive actually BEEN? Or have we kinda just lost what day it is.
>>3078026The offensive has at this point been near a full day by our measure as in 24 hours, give or take 8 either way.
>>3078029>They have enough men, barren women and werewolves to throw nearly for a day straight. I..I'm sorry? How the fuck does this planet still have resources. Thats AWESOME
Much as I wanted to finish our first arc today guys I don't think I can write anymore. I'm falling asleep between updates. We'll continue this right here tomorrow around 4PM and get everything all wrapped up for this arc and then sort out the next.
>>3078032Right? I know that the universe isn't feasible but I kinda tossed some of that to the side for fun. Also THE BARREN AREN'T EVEN HERE YET JUST YOU WAIT I HAVE A SWEET INTRO READY
>>3078037Well I mean, I guess if you could bullshit a way that they were using Soul mumbo jumbo to get more matter? Like soul powered diggers that generate stuff or uh certain ''planes'' were accessed? Oh what the fuck, Why would those be kept in reserve instead of sending in them first. >>3078034Righto Boss, Sleep good and it was a good run once ya stopped pussy footing around. Good luck boss, and know even us anon's wish ya family and you health. QM curse dooms many a QM
>>3078039I wasn't pussy footing I swear. Just had to power through life. Also I do have some math set aside in my story boarding so I could actually try to explain some of this but fuck it man I'm too tired tonight.
>>3078015 Went for the ammo runners currently occupied Cripple their lines first. A few more lives lost to ensure the destruction of the nest.Rest well Luka, don't let the banshees bite.
Hey guys we might be starting late I have to run up to the store.
>>3078037Yeah but sometimes its a little too much and can break the suspension of believe or disbelieve.
 Went for the ammo runners currently occupied
>>3078573Righto, We'll be here
Alright guys I'm finally home. Gimme a few to settle in and we'll get rolling.
Good to go now. We're killing the ammo runners.
It takes only a moment for you to break into a sprint, moving as fast as you can towards the three men carrying ammunition and parts. You’re thankful for the artillery, concussive and uncaring as the constant barrage is the sound provides good cover on your approach. Your shoulder drives the wind out of the soldier as you check him to the ground. The watery mud gladly takes him, dragging his face under the fetid slop. Pressing your boot down onto the back of his head you take stock of the situation.The two french in front of you seem to be stunned, fumbling for their weapons. The rightmost of the two has dropped his pistol into the mud and seems to be searching for it rather than drawing his bayonet. The leftmost looks to be ready to engage you in melee, a wicked knife in his hand that he keeps held along his arm. Behind you, the gunner and guards continue to fire towards your lines, unaware of the scuffle behind them. If you can end this fast enough you’ll be able to take them out unaware too. You: Continue drowning the soldier under you Let him go and focus the other two Shovel him firstAnd: Go for the left one and give him the melee he wants Kill the one on the right as he fumbles about
>>3078761 Shovel him first Go for the left one and give him the melee he wantsCan't let our guard down with against someone who know's what they're doing.The other guy is a small fry.
>>3078761> Shovel him first Kill the one on the right as he fumbles aboutLet's go for the weaker ones first.
We shovel the first guy for sure, but we're tied on the vote for the second.
>>3078761 Shovel him first Go for the left one and give him the melee he wants
>>3078802Are we getting too shovel happy?I feel like this is a lose-lose. Either we get shanked or take a bullet from an incompetent frenchman.
Vote is to kill the guy underfoot and then get into a melee. Let's go!>>3078805You can never get shovel happy
>>3078805Banshee needs her meal, Might even get lucky and get some new revolver ammo from her.
Gonna be a bit longer guys, making some food.
>>3078805It's the most reliable part of our kit so far. But I do agree we might getting a bit too melee happy. Does anyone know what our current loadout is?
>>3078826Currently we have just our shovel, and a tattered canvas rig. That's it.
You swing downwards and embed your shovel in the cranium of the drowning man under you. The water becomes much more placid as the weapon stops his thrashing with a crunch, the razor edge cleaving from one side of his skull and out his face. Fresh blood spills out into the mire as you yank back and ready yourself for a fight. The frenchman on the right continues to fumble in the mud and you figure he’ll be no issue for you. The one on the left however is clearly ready, beginning to pace around to your left slowly. Raising your shovel to chest height you ready yourself for a flurry of blows. How do you wish to fight the man with the blade?
>>3078844AggressivelyWe don't have time for a duel. He needs to die immediately.I wouldn't worry about the gun, it's probably jammed.
>>3078844If we have range over his knife, keep abit of distance but get him dead quickly. We need to murder the other guy quickly.
>>3078844>>3078853Agreed with aggressively, we're behind enemy lines they're more likely to get help than we are. In regards to the gun I think if the other man has one then assume it's loaded. Better safe than sorry.
So we try to range him out with the shovel and go aggressive. Updating.
Time isn’t your friend here in the trenches, especially behind enemy lines. The faster you get the gun silenced, the sooner you’ll be with friendlies. Though the frenchman seems to be expecting you to go aggressive, he surely didn’t expect a banshee possessed shovel to be the weapon after him. You lunge forward and swing downward with the serrated edge, trying to end the fight as quick as you can. The weapon screams through the air, a keening wail the ends in sparks as the knife rises to meet your blow. You can’t help but grin as the man does exactly as you expected, and with a yank you drag the knife caught in the serrations from his hand. “Fu-”You cut short his expletive, swinging your shovel sideways into his face and bisecting his jaw. His body crumpling into the mud saves you from having to free the weapon, though chunks of muscle and sinew remain stuck in the teeth. You turn to the other ammo bearer, backhanding your weapon into the back of his head. The momentum of your swing drags him face down into the mud, joining his friends to rot away. With the ammo bearers taken care of, all that remains is the machine gun. You’re sure one of the dead has a grenade on him, but fragging the nest would destroy any weapons as well.You: Do it up close and personal Blow it apart
>>3078938>blow it apartBetter then to risk any allies thinking we're hostile
>>3078938 Blow it apartsame reason as >>3078945Everything is going good :)
>>3078938> Blow it apart
>>3078813Stop forcing it man, its gonna be a suspicion into a certainty and then we have to deal with it.
Blowing it up the Sturmtruppen way! Updating.
>>3078938do it up close and personal
>>3078987My man I want us to please the evil creature so the fucking people around us stop dying for a short while
You turn over the dead frenchman who was searching for his handgun. Though the mud covers him you can see the grenades on his chest, thick bulbs the size of your fist. Just one of them would be enough, however it was always safer to make sure out in the trenches. Reaching down you lifted the corpse, unclasping the grenade belt hung over his shoulders. His body let out a shuddering breath as you let it back to the ground.“I see why my sisters took interest in you Uhrmacher, efficient and fast. Perhaps you may even stand a chance at correcting this hellish world. So much has changed from when I last sung.” You try to ignore her talking. By what magic or reason you summoned the choir was unknown to you. The inclusion of a seemingly friendly Banshee served only to muddle the waters further. Combat was much easier to understand, a simple affair of winning and losing. Yanking out the pins in a series you let the grenade belt sail through the air and into the nest. You could hear the frantic shouts for a moment before the deafening blast sent chunks of concrete and mud high into the air. The machine gun finally falls silent, and you can hear the cheers of men carrying even over the battlefield. You: Wait where you are to great them Get back to Nixie
>>3079027> Get back to Nixie>Then wait for themGotta warn our allies about the underground and make sure it gets reported and hopefully quarantined/exterminated.
>>3079027 Get back to Nixie and have her get tiny again if she is actually alive now. Then come back here to greet'em.
>>3079022We don't have to please shit, she has to please US!Shes living in our shovel RENT FREEEEEEE!
>>3079036I dunno she handed us the shovel earlier in the hell tunnels.
>>3079027 Get back to Nixie
>>3079034Support, we take her up to the MG nest where its drier and has ground to lay down on.That's barely enough to cover the cost of admission into our shovel. Could have just handed to us without being an attention wench.
>>3079027GET BACK TO NIXIE
A resounding vote to return to Nixie. Updating and nearing the end of the arc here.
You let your shoulders sag just a bit. Your sense of time eluded you, and you realized how unsure you were of this fight. How long had it been going? A day? Two? Forever? However long it was, it was your duty to do so and you were intent to carry on. You finally had a moment to glance around the trench and not just at its inhabitants. The wood here was green with age, stained various shades of red and brown. If you looked close enough you could see where the waterline had sat previously in the trench, a thin line of hard packed viscera running haphazardly over the wooden braces. You turn back, away from the dead you left lying in the center of the trench. Stepping a few feet around the bend you can see Nixie huddled against the wall of the firestep. Where she got the blanket since you were gone you didn’t know but she seemed rather comfortable with it. Unfortunately for you however, the germans approaching fast weren’t part of your unit and the last thing you needed was an officer like Abelard seeing one of the Fae here with you.“Nixie are you well enough to change size? I need you to hide?”The fairy swings her head up to look at you with punch drunk eyes, a dull haze over her face from the beating she received.“Back into your pocket? Can I sleep there?”You nod quickly, the sounds of the approaching german boots pounding away at the earth. With just a hint of a sparkle Nixie falls away into the pile of cloaks and blankets. You can hear her weakly muttering something as she struggles to crawl out from the pile of clothes. Reaching inside you return the Fae into your left breast pocket, and almost immediately you can hear a faint snoring. Not a moment too soon it seems, grey clad men jumping down from the lip of the breastworks and into the thick soup in the trench. You stand there in the pouring rain, shovel in hand as you wait for the inevitable officer at the back of the pack to drop down with you. Hundreds of men pass you by before finally one wearing an officers cap lands beside you.“Was it you who silenced that gun? Alone may I add? You’ll get a pass to the breeding house Sturmtruppen I can make sure of that.”By his uniform you can make the man as some of the regular line infantry, those meant to carry up behind your kind to hold the ground you take. Unlike Hauptmann the man seems fresh faced, an air about him of one who remains yet untested.You: Salute, find somewhere to rest Ask about any communications from Hauptmann’s unit
>>3079107 Salute, and then Ask about any communications from Hauptmann’s unit
>>3079107> Ask about any communications from Hauptmann’s unit>Salute, report about the rot worms in the tunnel.Are write ins fine by the way?
>>3079110+1was just about to write this
>>3079107 Ask about any communications from Hauptmann’s unitInform them of the potential weapon testing facility down in the French tunnels and give them details of the dangers there.
>>3079107Adding too this >>3079110 with this write in >>3079117
Looks like the general vote is to salute, ask about our unit, and then talk about the compound.
You clench your right fist, clasping it across your breast while careful not to crush Nixie. “Dietrich Otto Jäger. Sturmtruppen as you said. Sir has there been any news of the line breakers sent over to capture the ammunition depot?” The officer looks down at the pad hung around his neck, shorthand notes of various communication reports scrawled across it from what you can make out. “Edward’s unit? That hardy bastard is your commanding officer? Well that explains this then, taking a nest by yourself so far away from your unit. You’re nearly a half mile away. That crazy bastard order you to do this?”Clearly your unit has quite the reputation. “Sir, I was actually separated from them. There seems to be some sort of compound under the field here, filled with a biological weapon. It needs to be dealt with quickly.”The officer looks at you, the slight smile on his face fading.“And you’ve been there? Are you sure that YOU are clean?”The sound of a pistol chambering a round is quick, giving you only a moment before the barrel is placed against your chest.What do you do?
>>3079203Yes Sir clean! Can be seen by a medic if you doubt my word and the honor of my unit! I lost the other one who was in the system too grenades to stop the infection.
>>3079226This is how we die Anons. Rip, Knew too much.
>>>3079203Do this>>3079226>Yes Sir clean! Can be seen by a medic if you doubt my word and the honor of my unit! I lost the other one who was in the system too grenades to stop the infection.But add in something about how if we weren't positive we were clean does he think we really would have told him about it in the first place
>>3079203"Yes sir. I was the fortunate one from my group. I'd recommend the head sir, it forces them to crawl and to burn the body afterwards. Although I'm willing to undergo medical examination if my testimony is not sufficient enough for you." Maintain salute and eye stare.
>>3079226>>3079252>>3079265Vote seems to be to say we're clean and submit to a medic exam.
You maintain your salute, keeping eye contact with the officer. “Sir, I know I’m clean but I’ll submit to a medical examination. Whatever it is down there seems to be some sort of parasite. I already lost one of my own to it sir.”The officer maintains the stare, meeting your eyes as he presses the pistol against you. Moments pass, the world seeming to stop for just the two of you as you ready yourself for the shot to ring out. With a sigh the officer holsters his pistol, taking up his notepad instead.“Below ground you say? Judging by the dirt covering you I’d some sort of collapse happened then yes? Was that plume of dirt we saw you?”Come to think of it, Dok had detonated quite the number of souls down there. A entire bandolier of grenades was more than enough to blow a sizeable crater into the earth.“More than likely sir, our medic detonated his bandoleer in an effort to get me out of there. Were I not so combat ineffective I’d have finished it down there myself.” The officer shorthands your explanation, glancing at you between words. “Good to know then Sturmtruppen. Your unit in fact did radio in, on a french channel of all places. Seems the ammunition dump was cleared and went a bit farther than our information stated. Turns out their forward command was deep in there and seems to have been either eliminated or taken prisoner for now. In fact, you line breakers did your job admirably. We’ve managed to push deep enough into the trench system we’re seeing land that has been forgotten to the empire for over a hundred years.”Even now you could hear the gunfire in the immediate vicinity fading into the distance. The French had pushed against your lines and in return the Imperial German Empire had crushed them. With such gains in ground it was possible that something might finally be accomplished.“Congratulations Jäger for being the first to bleed for Reichbrecher. We’ll wipe this front all the way to the ocean if we can keep up this rate. Say, Dietrich Otto Jäger right? I’ve got-”The officer pauses for a moment, rifling through the messenger bag on his side.“I’ve got a wire here from General Emmerich, it seems you are requested back in our lines. Post haste at that.”Emmerich? You hadn’t seen him in over a week and were frankly surprised he remembered you. Whatever he could need with you directly though was something you couldn’t guess. The thrumming buzz that had consumed the background of your hearing came to the forefront as you looked up, dark shapes breaking through the clouds as they hung over the battlefield. Thousands of aircraft meandered through the sky, dark shapes hanging off of them as they looked down at the carnage below. It seems Reichbrecher had truly begun.
>>3079303WHAT, NO WAY. THE AIRFORCE.
And with that, Arc One: Overture has actually ended. We'll stop here for today. I've got a few ideas for an bit of an interlude I want to write and I'd like you guys to decide what you are interested in! Character Interviews, you ask them, the characters answer! More Nixie POV A previously unknown character half way across the world
>>3079317 Character Interviews, you ask them, the characters answer! More Nixie POV
 A previously unknown character half way across the world
I'll be around for questions and comments of course as per usual. I hope you all enjoyed the first section of Greatest War, I know it has been quite the journey. Next session will for sure be in a new thread, but I'm not sure if I want to push myself to do it tomorrow or not yet.
>>3079322tell me more of the chairforce, and how much GLORY AND HONOR our unit got for being the first to breech the enemy lines? Also another one, How long has it been sense a successful push like this?
>>3079323This particular stretch of ground is where the war stagnated over 200 years ago. Though the line shifts a few meters back and forth every few years any actual ground gain such as this is unheard of. The air force is actually the first taste of The Barren units coming up. The dark shapes are the fallschirmjaegers. MUCH GLORY.
>>3079317> A previously unknown character half way across the world>>3079322Thanks for running, it's enjoyable as always. I'll be honest I'd rather it tomorrow. Was the General who called us the one of the ones we spoke to in the first few threads?
>>3079330Yes General Emmerich. You'd like to do the interlude tomorrow rather than wait a few days? I'll keep that in mind.
>>3079317I think interludes like the one with the American harpy would be good for in between arcs or after long periods between quests to warm up the player base.A mad German scientists who made capturing souls as a power source possible, and maybe the guys apprentice, who afterwards helped to developments of soul grenades and soul lamps or something like that, could all be the same guy instead.>>3079329Any PANZERS HANS?
>>3079331i'd like the interlude with the general tommorrow. >>3079329fallschirmjaegers... paratroopers?
>>3079334No no the interlude won't be with the general the interlude will be whatever you guys vote for. Yes the paratroopers. Emmerich made mention of this when we last spoke of Reichbrecher. >>3079332Panzers fucking soon I love tanks I can't wait for their introduction.
>>3079317 A previously unknown character half way across the worldI wonder what nonstop warfare did to the aussies
>>3079342 They've tamed the fucking emus anon
>>3079344Thats ez mode, the real test would be cassowaries
>>3079344>>3079350How haven't they won the war yet? Lack of transport?
>>3079350They made cassowaries into monster girls. I'm kidding but that would actually work I'm sure.
>>3079344That's not what the history books say.
>>3079322Are we gonna experience any ghost ships at any point?Is the Flying Dutchman of the Great Lakes gonna show up?
>>3079378Well i have a lot in store, but since vote  is winning the great lakes maayyy be involved.
>>30793171 or 2
>>3079317 More Nixie POV A previously unknown character half way across the worldA fellow Pixie that knows Nixie and is trying to save her after see her be taken captive but sees her with us and starts to wounder why....Confrontation soon
>>3079317 More Nixie POV
>>3079337Gonna go play men of war2 now.
>>3079317 Character Interviews, you ask them, the characters answer!Great thread Luka. Just got off work and boy am I happy to see we made the right calls.I just wish I could apologize to Doc. And Hauptmann. And everyone who we could have saved. But that's all in the past now. All we can do is honor their memories and win the War. I actually shed a tear for Doc, not gonna lie