delete system32 folder to free up disk space and clear up the monitor haze

rolled 2, 3, 1 = 6

Activate arms. Feel own chest for heartbeat.

Holy shit I'm an Angry Marine!
Feel self. Make sure armor is still on. If so, rip pauldrons off to bludgeon walking people.

attack the largest one with one of those throat chops that liam neeson used in taken

proceed to next until all have fallen

Scream "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!" and maim the everliving shit out of them and their fucking boots with my chainaxe.

>>6081851
You can't seem to sense any sort of appendage at first, though with some amount of willpower, you slowly feel an oddly immaterial feeling arm grow out of whatever shape or form you happen to be in. You're not sure what to do with it, however. You can sense no heartbeat, either.

You can make out two definite forms approaching you, and their voices reach your mind. Don't they realize they sound so hateful? What you would give to end their lives right now, to just force the very breath out of their insignificant bodies and to end their meaningless existences.

Interrupting your scathing monologue, you hear a man whisper with some hint of fear in his tone. "Lad... that better not be what I think it is."

Another voice responded - this one was smoother than the other, which was low and gravelly. "The craftsmanship only confirms your fears, my dwarven companion. We can only hope it is not occupied."

Angry masturbation. Why has no one said this yet?

rolled 6, 3, 3 = 12

>>6081998
Reach for them. Attempt to form a mouth and ask for alcohol. Attempt to clear the haze and increase visual clarity.

>>6081998
Angerbation!

Concentrate anger on one called "dwarf".

>I don't know what anatomy is and I suck at drawing.
>>6082048
You feebly attempt to focus your rage into sexual activity, but unfortunately you have no erogenous zones, material or not.

>>6082036
Channeling the emotional energy that engulfs you, you send your tendril-like arm forward and begin forming another, from the opposite side of your abode. Slowly, and carefully, you will your words into existence, though they come out in a very odd, very inhuman manner - some mix between wailing and guttural speech.

"YOU... YOU!" Suddenly, an odd thought strikes you. "ALCOHOL! DO YOU HAVE ... ALCOHOL?!"

rolled 2, 6, 4 = 12

>>6082229
((You might consider drawing only every other post to speed things up a bit))

Try to form a face like the dwarf's, but with only a general resemblance, as I believe we currently lack the will to make an exact copy. Concentrate on making an awesome beard.

>>6082278
((I think I may as well give up drawing altogether, as I am terrible at it and you guys must have some amount of imagination.))

The two figures stop dead in their tracks and end all speech. They can only stare, dumbstruck, directly at your being.

Slowly, the shorter, stockier figure raises an arm, pointing weakly at you. "The ... the stone spoke. And ... and asked us for /alcohol/." The taller man evidently had no reply for this, as he stood silent, though, through your still slightly blurred vision, you think he might be silently praying.

Intent on establishing further contact, your "arms" reach the dwarf's face and follow the lines and curves of his visage. It takes an extreme amount of determination, but slowly, you feel yourself slipping out of what must be the "stone" the dwarf referred to. Your head emerges from the prison and begins to take a simplified version of the dwarf's appearance. For some reason, you mostly concentrate on the beard. It works.

>>6082229
>"YOU... YOU! ALCOHOL! DO YOU HAVE ... ALCOHOL?!"

First thing my party will hear after unwittingly freeing the god of war from his tomb.

>>6082407
Focus on making giant penis before form solidifies!

Must have penis for masturagebation!

>>6082430
Penis for raging off.

Examine what is obviously your soul prison.

rolled 4, 1, 1 = 6

Implore the dwarf to bring us some booze. Ask him if he could imagine how thirsty he'd be after being trapped in a stone wall for a blasted long time. Focus on legs now. Try to extrude a working "model" of a dwarf body from the stone.

>>6082464
Screw legs. We need a penis.

DEMAND ALCOHOL AGAIN

rolled 4, 6, 6 = 16

>>6082507
No legs, no pelvis, no penis.

>>6082526
A penis jutting out of a half-formed pelvis is acceptable to me. A pair of legs coming up into a nice crease without any genitals is not.

Form penis first, then work your way down.

rolled 6, 1, 5 = 12

>>6082545
What in Armok's name do we need one for at the moment?

>>6082558
>implying that the risk of never having genitalia is ok when there's no chance of immediate sexual gratification.

Briefly query why the world fills you with such RAGE

>>6082461
>>6082464
You feel more of your new still-ethereal body escape from your infernal cage, as the two intruders in the passageway look on in horror. It's really annoying that you don't have alcohol yet. In fact, you hate it. Your vision begins to haze over with red again, and with this you find it easier to shape your form. You create sturdy legs, kind of skipping over the rest of your form. You suddenly begin to have feeling in your tendrils and your bearded face, and you can only assume that the beginning of your transfer into a material body is successful. You make a mental note to make your penis huge, though you're not sure why that is important. You justify this modification by telling yourself you'll end up slaughtering thousands with it.

"... WOULD YOU STOP STANDING THERE AND BRING ME BOOZE?" You shout, your burning echo bouncing painfully throughout the entire passageway.

The dwarf weakly reaches into his pack and procures a canteen and offers it to you, though his companion gives him a look of pure disapproval. "This is not what the chaplain said we were to expect."

rolled 5, 4, 3 = 12

>>6082574
We don't have any weapons, and we're currently immobile because we have no legs. I'd say penis is a petty concern given our present status.

rolled 3, 1, 3 = 7

>>6082612
Drink all of it. Attempt to calm down. If we can get some good information out of these two there is the potential for entire fortresses' worth of slaughter. Ask them what they were expecting. Refine form as much as possible.

>>6082612
If they resist in any way, fuck them to death with penis of mighty RAGE.

Cum fire.

>>6082615
A penis of ethereal rage IS a weapon.

>>6082649
Before calming down we should make a fiery burning halo of rage or something. They mentioned a priest, so maybe we are a god of war, rage, or slaughter. Would be good to make a strong first impression.

After the awesome awe-inspiring burning background effect we calm down and assess the situation.

>>6082584
"WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" you scream inwardly. Well, that did nothing.

>>6082649
You put the finishing touches on your dwarven form as the feeling of reality sweeps over your body. You are now material and naked. You have a glorious beard, though. You extend a tendril and wrap it around the canteen, then drink all of its contents. It tastes like shit, but the red haze sinks back a little and a new, warm haze begins to take its place.

You begin to speak, and while you have calmed down somewhat, your voice is still rather unnatural. "YOU SPEAK OF A CHAPLAIN, AND OF EXPECTATIONS. FROM WHERE DO YOU HAIL, AND WHAT WAS YOUR MISSION?"

The human took the opportunity to speak this time. "We are from a small town nearby; forgive me, but I don't wish to speak its name in your presence. We were sent here by a local holy man in order to destroy that stone." He points to a pedestal behind you, on top of which lies a large, blood red stone, carved skillfully with runes engraved upon every inch. "Of course, we were expecting to be assaulted by a bloodthirsty demon, not by an alcoholic mimic."

What insolence. The red haze starts to sink back.

>>6082745
You hastily add a halo of fire. Impressive. It's pretty awesome, if you say so yourself. The two visitors take a few steps back.

rolled 3, 1, 2 = 6

>>6082809
Well, we could take the stone and beat them to death with it...

Tell the insolent human that we are as alcoholic as any dwarf. We may hold dwarven form, but it is for good reason, as we are an agent of a Dwarven god.

Ask him what he's going to do now.

Force our voice to assume a more natural tone. Form plate armor to cover our nakedness, but leave out helmets for now. Make it obsidian black.

Create more alcohol out of PURE HATE

Hmmm, we're a demon. Since they were expecting a fight we should assume they aren't going to be pushovers.

Screw that.

Rage up and rip out the human's tounge for speaking such insults. Also form some wicked vicious looking armor onto our body so that we seem more imposing afterwards.

rolled 6, 1, 4 = 11

The flesh and bones of all we kill will be added to our own substance. We will become a titan of blood.

>Suddenly, you are awake.

>In an instant, you are filled with such a hate that you can taste it, hear it, feel it tearing you apart from the inside.

So it's just another day then?

>>6082809
If they have the gall to insult us again, FUCK THEM TO DEATH WITH OUR DEMONIC PENIS!

Daredevil

>>6082842
Not smart, there is a dwarf there. If we are going to impersonate a holy messenger we should at least be like... a nomadic desert/volcano slope dwelling human god. It would be more immediately trustworthy due to the whole fire and rage thing we have going on.

rolled 1, 5, 3 = 9

>>6082920
I never said holy. Remember Armok? God of blood? I hope you've played DF.

>>6082858
>>6082842
>>6082879
A few thoughts cross your mind at once, though your rage influences you to act upon the most violent. The end of your tendril gains claws as you force your arm into the human's mouth. It wriggles its way down his throat, until you excruciatingly drag your claws up his throat and tear out his tongue as a hate-induced flourish. He drops to his knees, with both his maw and his stomach filling with blood. With your leftover spite, you create a strong batch of alcohol from thin air and pour it down his throat as well. Ouch.

You twist the steel from his armor away from his body and onto your form. You shape it menacingly and leave it an obsidian black color, your halo of fiery rage accenting it nicely. You are also struck with another odd idea. You kneel down next to the soon-to-be corpse of the human and begin to absorb his flesh and blood into your own, allowing you to grow in mass and strength.

You give a sidelong glance to the dwarf. He looks like he pissed himself so hard it came out the other end.

rolled 6, 3, 2 = 11

>>6082997
Take the stone, affix it to the chest of our armor. Tell the dwarf to lead us to the town. Examine whatever remains of the human for anything we can use, such as maps or magical items.

Praise Armok, for his time is at hand.

>>6082997

Let's see how flexible our SEETHING FURY can be.

RAGE HIM TO PIECES

>>6082997
This was a perfect opportunity to use the RagePenis.

rolled 4, 5, 3 = 12

>>6083033
Alternatively, absorb his brain and acquire all the information we need DIRECTLY. Make our beard constantly on fire.

>>6083051
Not ON fire. Our beard IS fire.
Goes nice with the halo.

>>6083036
NO. THE DWARF LIVES. HE SHALL GUIDE US.

Also, make our form large enough to be imposing but still fit through normal doors if we squeeze. Keep our form, but we'll never be taken seriously by the tall folk when we are half their size.

rolled 3, 1, 5 = 9

>>6083060
Go with this.

>>6083036
>>6083051
You absorb information from the now deceased human's brain and determine where this village is and where this priest lives. You think you'll have to pay him a visit.

You channel your rage into making your beard fire. This causes the dwarf's eyes to pop. You take this time to relieve some of your sexual frustration and hate frustration, using your demonic penis to impale the dwarf over and over and over again until you ejaculate lava.

You could get used to this.

>>6083103
I have influenced the narrative to include Armok fucking a dwarf to death with his giant RagePenis.

I think that's par for the course.

rolled 3, 6, 3 = 12

>>6083103
And the stone? If you didn't catch it, integrate it into the armor. Absorb everything usable into ourselves. If our size is limited so we can fit through doors, we can just make ourselves more dense, and thus even more indestructible.

See if we can project a PURE HATE BEAM from our eyes. Test it on one of the walls.

>>6083080
Oh, hi Subprocessor. What happened to Thinking Machine Quest?

>>6083144
You integrate the runed stone into the chest plate of your armor. It seems to endow you with some extra strength and hate. Extra extra hate. You grow more tendrils and use them to gather the corpses' weapons and incorporate them into your form. Two tendrils now erupt from your back, one ending in a long blade and the other ending in an axe head.

For some reason, you think you can incorporate your hate into a death beam of some sort, so you start staring at the wall. Yeah, good luck with that!

Suddenly, the wall starts to melt. Holy shit it worked. "FFFFFFUCK YES."

rolled 6, 2, 3 = 11

>>6083152
I'm assuming it was discontinued without notice. It's been a fair bit of time. Do you think someone should take over for Alpha Cogitator?

rolled 6, 2, 4 = 12

>>6083191
Take stock of our surroundings. Where are the exit(s)? Where do we actually appear to be?

If there are any useable metals in the surrounding stone, we must slag them with eye hate and lava-cum to be used as additional weapons.

So far, our god's only words have been a demand for alcohol, questions about why the two people were here, and saying "FFFFFUCK YES" about HATEBEAMS.

This sounds like a neckbeard god, yes.

>>6083191
It is now time to visit the priest who sent these two. Also search the new memories we just got and figure out why they were here beyond just destroying the stone, and if they knew anything about it.

I dub thee: HATEQuest

Make hate into tangible animal companion.

Go on magical hate-fueled adventure.

WE SHALL MAKE THE DWARFS OUR MINIONS AND KILL OFF EVERY OTHER PETTY RACES... ESPECIALLY THE ELVES, THOSE GODDAMN HIPPIES, WE HATE HIPPIES

>>6083275
Form HATELUTE, create HATEbandmembers, go on tour as Armok and HATEMEN.

>>6083220
There is an exit to the NORTH. Looking down the corridor, it appears to be a long stone passageway with stairs at the end. You can't tell if there's any metal in the stone nearby and, already being equipped with HATEBEAMS and WEAPONTENDRILS you probably wouldn't really need it. Oh yeah also DEMONPENIS.

>>6083241
You begin to walk down the corridor, making quite a bit of noise, what with your increased size and the burning fury of your beard and halo. At the same time, you sort through the human's memories that determine a few more things about their purpose.

1) Your tomb was recently excavated. The stone was found and reported to the intellectuals in town.
2) The priest caught wind of it and connected it with an old legend, surrounding a demon of fire and slaughter.

Thus, the two warriors were sent to dispose of the stone in any way they could. What a great job they did.

You reach the stairs and begin to ascend, resolving to create a hatecompanion as soon as you reach the surface. You reflect that this is probably a good time to make some more adjustments, if necessary.

rolled 1, 1, 3 = 5

>>6083318
Did the legend say anything about penis? See if we can make any projectile weapons. Burning-hate crossbows and Intense Loathing cannons or something like that.

Attempt to raise hellhounds from the earth.

>>6083318
Prevent buttrape! Grow a barbed penis from there!

Go back to /x/.

Actually, don't.

Actually, go over there and bring more of them back here.

>>6083318
We have plenty of tendrils of hate and/or flame and/or weapons. We are large, imposing, and armored and weild hatebeams and lavapenis.

Maybe some horns, and make it so that the fiery halo scorches anyone who tries to touch you while it's 'on'. Probably also good to superheat our body and make our blood molten metal, just in case we do get wounded there will be some Aliens shit going on where the sword melts and the guy recieves third degree burns.

rolled 6, 6, 6 = 18

>>6083378
How 'bout an Aura of Fire? Make every enemy weapon that even gets close melt or explode or turn into burning dicks.

>>6083387
A force field of fiery dicks, you say?

rolled 6, 3, 5 = 14

>>6083395
Given the way this is going, it seems reasonable.

>>6083345
The legend said absolutely nothing about penis. You assure yourself that you will change that. Your mind erupts with endless possibilities of hate weaponry, but as it is they'd all be made out of stone and that's weird. But you make a mental note to work on that later. Same with the hellhounds.

>>6083378
You make some horns, presumably on your head. They're pretty badass, not gonna lie. Maybe you should light them on fire, too. At this point, you're pretty much 70% fire or lava, because suddenly your blood turned into molten metal. Not sure how that happened, but you welcome the metamorphosis.

Everything is so red, goddamn.

You reach the top of the stairs and emerge into a small antechamber, with some sort of throne and some pillar bullshit that you don't care about. You see the door, and light floods in.

This town is likely far away. We need Wings of Hate. Make it rain burning hate on all below us.

Enough with the phalluses. It's humorous to rape people to death, but with the amount of penis you are trying to bring in I'm questioning your sexuality.

rolled 4, 5, 2 = 11

>>6083409
Let's get the hell out and do some pillaging. As soon as we're out the door, destroy the pillar with tendril strength and collapse the chamber.

>>6083387

I think we're solid with the lava penis. We should focus on out Hate companion, how about a succubus or something? Or maybe a giant Worg made out of our pure burning hate that we can ride into the slaughter on. I mean what god of hate, rage, and death *walks* into battle

rolled 2, 1, 2 = 5

>>6083432
A god of hate so tall that anything he rode on would be continent-sized and take all the fun out of squashing.

>>6083447

I thought we'd settled on medium sized?

>>6083409
Look for writing in the room. If there is nothing that helps us get more powerful or know about ourselves then just destroy everything, go outside, and melt the stone until the entire excavation fills with magma.

Who knows what secrets that could harm you are in there, best to play it safe.

rolled 1, 4, 2 = 7

>>6083453
Did we? For now we need to fit through doors, but what about when we no longer care about that? Titan-size, that's what.

>>6083453
We're larger than an average human as far as I know. Small enough to fit through doors but large enough to stand like 8 feet tall normally.

After we get outside and flood the thing with magma OP will hopefully give us a rundown of exactly what attributes we have and what we know, now.

Wings of Hate. Rain burning hate on those below.

For a companion, a giant raging Badger will do fine.

rolled 5, 4, 4 = 13

>>6083483
A walking, burning Carp.

Thirding wings of Hate, but make them on fire too.

Just to change it up make it green flames for the wings instead of the normal color.

>>6083483

It has to be made out of some sort of burning material or else i am dissapoint.

How about instead of wings we just surf on a wave of lava into battle? that would be fairly awesome.

>>6083428
>>6083432
You squeeze through the doorway and emerge into a very large field, with a pathetic amount of grass. You turn around, faced with a cliff, an arched doorway carved into it. You send your tendrils back in and pretty much flail around with hate energy everywhere. You withdraw your insane appendages and the chamber collapses. Why? I don't know, but it sounded awesome.

You hark back to the memories of the fallen warrior, and realize that the town is pretty far away. Concentrating all of your hate on the field around you, you will the very crust of the earth to yield to you, and a skeletal (and very, very fiery) worg leaps out and lies at your feet. Sweet. Just in case that plan fails, you adopt a large pair of wings entirely constructed from hate and fire and hate.

As a precaution, you turn around and piss into whatever is left of the chamber. Piss magma, I mean. Fire hose strength. This is really going to look odd when someone finds this.

Abilities:
HATEBEAMS
Metamorphosis
Flight (with Wings of Hate)
Pretty much anything that involves hating something

Inventory:
Obsidian Armor of Hate
Burning Halo of Hate (confers Aura of Hate)
HATETENDRILS (one with longblade, one with axe)

Companion:
HATEWORG

rolled 2, 3, 6 = 11

>>6083551
Give the Worg wings. Take flight. It doesn't matter how heavy we are, gravity will yield to our hate just as everything else will. We'll head towards the town, raining fire on everything in between.

>>6083582
At this point I think we need to set up a Religion of Hate.

This town can become our Holy City.

Or else it will burn.

Suddenly, exhaustion.

I have work tomorrow. Does someone want to archive this so I can pick it up again tomorrow?

rolled 5, 2, 2 = 9

>>6083637
It's been archived. I look forward to future editions of hate quest with insane glee.

Alright, night /tg/entlemen. Keep up the HAAAAATE

rolled 6, 3, 2 = 11

>>6083705

did this get archived on sup/tg/ or the normal archives?

>>6083756
It is at least on suptg