were we not going into this conversation just to have a conversation? We know it's look but don't touch at least.
In any case, probably don't want to mention that we're just spontaneously dropping our old life, but mentioning that we're going to the airport to catch a flight should be fine. Who knows, maybe she has some travel stories she'll tell a harmless stranger.

>>6404119
SPESS!

"Nowhere. I'm nobody and I've done nothing worth anything. That's going to change."

>>6404183
>>6404191
>>6404291

(Well, this is gonna be amusing with this much to work with...)

"I'm from space." You casually remark with a straight-faced demeanor that you think is rather witty.. but instead only garners a confused and uncomfortable look from the girl,

"Uh, that's nice.."

"Nah, I'm from nowhere. I'm nobody and I've done nothing worth anything. That's going to change." You announce with embittered determination. Thinking you don't want to weird her out any further than you already have by staring, albeit harmlessly intended, and making claims of extra-terrestrial homelands, you shrug and add "I'm just going to the airport. Traveling Europe, starting with Greece." as a means to say you aren't a complete whackjob at the very least.

"Really? Greece is nice. My dad took me there once when I was eight. I don't remember all of the trip, but I remember it was real pretty in the summer time."

>>6404342

"Do you have any advice? I've never been."

>>6404354
"Um.. not really. I guess you should bring plenty of lotion in case you get burned. Did you have a nice hotel booked or something, for when you get there?" She asks, tilting her head while you continue to walk alongside her. Your legs are already feeling kind of heavy from still not getting any sleep and wandering around, not to mention carrying two full backpacks.

>>6404464

A good way to lodge without spending much are family-owned pensions. Do we know this in-character?

>>6404530
(You're an anon. There's very little you don't know when it comes to semi-useless trivia and factoids. Also, there's not a lot of feedback going on considering you guys wanted this conversation in the first place..)

>>6404541

I say that we give her a really weird look, one that chills you to the bone and makes you afraid to break eye contact.

Pedo quest? Really, /tg/?

>>6404588
(Only you seem to think this is going down a pedo road. So please move along.)

actually, the main players from the last thread aren't here yet I think. I was lucky I even noticed it starting up before I had to get ready for other things. A little later in the day might do you well.
That being said, saying that you've heard good things about family-owned pensions, and that you're leaving your schedule open to just really explore and such.

>>6404588
Mmm delicious troll.

Chuck Foreman here, hope the rest of the guys come soon too.

>>6404464
Tell her you didn't really have a plan. We can just sleep on the ground, we have enough camping equipment.

What part of this story concerns /tg/?

I suggest you take your sexually repressed feelings and create threads about them on /b/.

>>6404685
It's an RP quest. We will not be doing anything with the jailbait except talk to her, you don't like where you think this is heading? Join in and fix it then.

>>6404685
you didn't see the first one, did you?

>>6404119
I'm here a bit late. Good to see you again.

You decide to be upfront and simply say you don't have an real plans, you have a few ideas that you might make good on, but if you have to you can just camp outdoors if the need be. She smiles and looks a little impressed with your carefree attitude towards this, "Well, I hope you get to see the sights at least."

You're about a block away from the subway station at this point, you realize, as she looks at you, "Oh wow, I just totally realize I haven't even asked your name." She looks a little flustered and embarrassed that she forgot something as important as a name before wandering off with some stranger, quickly making with a polite followup, "I'm Heather. It's nice to meet you."

She looks at you expectantly, obviously waiting for you to introduce yourself in turn. Naturally, you have no obligation to do so..you've lied to her twice thusfar, and been evasive on a third question. You could be truthful, or make up a name that you feel better suits you if that happens to be more comfortable.

>>6404761
Introduce ourselves as George Smithies.

>>6404761

I say we start to say our name, then sort of trail off and change the subject. Then when comes time to say goodbye, tell her "By the way, tell your friends to be careful, they're being watched by some not-nice people."

bump

>>6404761
Tell her your real name.

>>6404956
>>6404829
(Sort of need to have one to be able to do that. So far we have 'George Smithies' but I'm guessing that's a fake name being suggested. Maybe I should hold off on this until there are more of you here.)

>>6404974
Random Wikipedia page. For some reason it's only giving me football (soccer) players.

Well I wiki'd it, first name

Ravi

Do we really need a last name?

>>6404996
Wiki'd it again for a last name just in case, got Antuco, it's a volcano in Chile.

>>6404984
>>6404996
>>6405006
(For all I care you could introduce yourself as 'Anon', just pick a damn name you can all settle on lol.)

>>6405006
George Smithies is a fine enough name to just use as lie, anon is anon.

>>6405109
>>6405113
Anon is our real name, and we'll use George Smithies.

Or we can roll for it. 1-10 we use the real name, 11-20 we use George.

rolled 4 = 4

(Rollan then.)

Call yourself John, a middle name or family name, not the whole truth but whatever.

After pausing to think, you grin and respond, "Just call me Anon." Even though that isn't the name you were given by your parents, lately it's felt more like your identity over the past few months than anything else. After all, there's something to be said about being a part of a collective without the need for identity. It's safe.

"Uh, that's a pretty weird name. Your parents eastern or somethin'?" Heather asks with an increasingly curious look on her face. You're puzzling the young girl, and while it's greatly on account of you lying through your backteeth about a few key facts, you still feel a little pleased with yourself about the 'mysterious traveler' allure you're putting out right now.

As you continue to walk alongside her, she begins to talk about random things of little importance, like what she likes about Greece - namely the architecture from the sound of it - and how she hopes to go back someday now that she's old enough to remember it this time around.

Before long, you're standing in front of the entrance to the subway station, "Well, here we are."

Thank her for showing you the way and head down into the subway station.

>>6405245
Thank her kindly and award XP to yourself, mentally, for a successful Social Interaction.

Did we get everything we needed or are there some things left between the subway and airport? Either way, I'd say just move on to the airport for our first Random Encounter with Bag Check.

>>6405275
>>6405299
You give Heather your thanks and then take a deep breath for yourself, mentally congratulating yourself on doing a half-decent job on human interaction after going without a real conversation with someone who wasn't your family member for months now.. and head down into the station. Buying your ticket, there's about ten minutes until your train makes its stop..

Nearby there's a newsstand with today's paper, gossip rags and magazines, just outside of it one of those bubblegum machines and a hobo playing the harmonica by the stairs. Alternatively, there's a bench next to an elderly woman who seems to be waiting for her own train to arrive.

Do we have an instrument or any musical talent?

>>6405420
Go look at the magazines, anything of interest to us?

>>6405420
Check the front page of the newspaper for yesterday's news.

buy gum, sit next to old lady and chew loudly

You look at the hobo for a moment. He plays pretty well - for a hobo. Which is to say that if he quit his dayjob to play harmonica, that might explain his current status. Instead you let your attentions wander to the stand and the variety on display there. Naturally, your attention is first drawn to things like gamer and computer magazines - none of the latest news there interesting you in the slightest, though. There's a lot of gossip going on about who fucked who, when, how and if there were animals involved or not in some of the other magazines, which doesn't really interest you either. Only thing that remotely catches your interest is one of the science magazines dated yesterday having a little article header in the corner of its cover talking about another trial test of the Large Hadron Collider today, which makes you grin over all the panic that shit caused about black holes.

"You gonna buy anythin'?" Comes the sudden question from the yellow-toothed vendor who stinks of peppermint gum and scotch in the worst of ways. You shrug and decide to buy a pack of gum, blaming the stink of his breath on the impulsive desire to do so, paying for it and then wandering over to the bench and slumping down for some well-earned relaxation.

>>6405542
Catch train, fast forward by reading some from one of the books you kept?

>>6405542
Wait for train, read books (what did we bring anyway), contemplate your situation.

>>6405486
>>6405606
I keep forgetting to set the name field after posting anon in another thread and reloading this for updates.

While you take the moment to sit and wait, you fish out one of your novels and start reading. It's one you already read and know the ending to, but the story is good and you haven't read it for a while anyway. It's one of those grimdark setups with the cynical comedy streak that you enjoy rather nicely. Before long, the train rolls in and you haul your stuff in with you. This particular car is fairly vacant, so there are seats free for you to take a load off and continue reading.

The train itself stinks of cheeseburger and piss, which is the norm as far as you can figure. Maybe there's nothing else better to do and that's why you noticed it.. In any case, you take this boon of free time to ease into your seat and read half-heartedly. Whilst doing so, you think about how crazy this decision is, and whether when you finally reach that gate at the airport, if you'll truly have the guts to step on a plane and leave the country for the first time in your entire life.

Thoughts like this fill your head while you passively page through your book. From your judgment it should be about an hour's ride without change to reach the stop at the airport. Better just kick back in the meantime.

..However, you do not get much of an opportunity to do so, as the train suddenly grinds to a halt as if someone just slammed the brakes down, people being thrust forward and you nearly thrown out of your seat at the same time.

sit quietly and observe the other passengers.

>>6405790
Crap, is there some idiot on board who thinks you have to pull the emergency brakes when a pregnant lady goes into labour? Check watch, do we have enough time even with this hold up? Wait calmly for the conductor who'll will show up explaining the situation sooner or later.

>>6405790

Oh, fuck, ask what's going on.

>>6405790
Take stock of your situation, what do you see down in the front of the cars.

I can't tell whether we should take our shit and run forwards or back.

>>6405856
For some reason, I don't think it is that simple.

>>6405898
It sounds like just emergency brakes to me. Anything worse would have been accompanied with more noise and a far harder stop.

The other passengers look just as confused as you are.. as you check your watch to see how much time you have. 14:57PM. There's still a few hours until your flight, even if the train is delayed a little you should still make it in time, but that doesn't mean you like the idea of sitting in this stinking train car all the same. Moving to the front, you can barely see anything in the next car, as it seems you stopped halfway into a tunnel, and the lights keep flickering on and off.. You can see equally confused people in the next car, but no sign of anything about to happen or go wrong at least, and no pregnant women either.

After a moment, you hear the conductor's voice 'bzzt' in through the speakers.

**Bzzrrfft**Our apologies ladies and gentlme**Shhhkt**We are currently having electrical interf**Kshzz**.. will be taken care of soon."

You don't seem to recall electrical interference preventing a train from moving, at least, but you could be wrong. From the corner of the car you hear someone muttering about 'knowing this shit would happen'.

>>6405898
bet it's zombies.

Can't sit on my arse. As every good adventurer, I wanna see what's going on for myself. Pocket the book, and let's peek into the next train car, to get a clue of the situation there.
Maybe it's risky to leave my packages behind, but as the train is not going anywhere, a potential thief could nowhere to run anyway.

That would be awesome, I must admit.

>>6405974
This basically, also check out the muttering person.

>>6405974
I say take our shit with us.

You take a deep breath to calm yourself once more. You think you're getting used to the little panic attacks at this point, although in this particular occurrence you want to punch the asshole who brought eggs in his lunch onto the train. For now, though, adventure calls as you wander to the person who muttered.. a thin, broodish black guy wearing thick-rimmed glasses.

"Knew what was going to happen?" You decide to ask, looking at him suspiciously.
"The fuck do you think, man? The LHC! Those fuckers messed up!" He hisses at you with all the paranoia of a fucktard imbecile partnered with the depressing fatalism of a man certain he's going to die.

Deciding to deal with the crackpot later, you move over to your belongings and contemplate the next step. You want to check out the cars further up front, but you neither want to leave your shit behind, nor haul all of it with you.. You could always take one or two and leave the third behind.. but what should go with you and what should stay? Your laptop, clothes, or gear?

Gear's going with us, it's that simple. I'd say either laptop or clothes stay. Clothes can be replaced cheaply...but if we leave the laptop and it gets taken, we're free of 4chan, and can do something productive in Greece.

>>6406085
Ah crap, crazy crackpots. Decide to just haul all stuff to at least the next car.

And I've got to go now, good luck OP. I'll check out the rest of the story in the archives later.

>>6406085
If we leave the laptop, that is definitely going to get stolen, but I don't know how much we are going to need it.

If we leave our clothes there is a less chance of them being stolen, but if they do get stolen, well, we have no fucking clothes anymore.

As for our Gear, probably going to get stolen, shit is all brand new and is one of the most vital things we have right now.

I say we keep the gear and the clothes, a laptop is a laptop, I don't know how useful it'll be in camping, though I will miss the access to technology.

its in 2 bags right? sling em over your shoulder and check it out.

You gotta get used to backpacking in Europe anyways, might as well start now.

I'm thinking the OP wants us to make a decision to lose something.

I say we lose the laptop...

>>6406100

But we have to pay internet cafes in Greece to use internet. We can go to 4chan when we check our mail, but it won't take over our life like it did in the states. Plus, you know, shit's expensive.

I say if we were able to carry our stuff onto the subway in the first place, there's no reason why we couldn't just carry it with us now.

Or we could pay someone to keep an eye on our stuff while you check things out.

ditch the clothes, they can be replaced.

(Okay, so I've got two votes for ditch the laptop, two for take everything with you anyway, and one for ditch your clothes.)

>>6406198
Oh taking everything with you was an option? Fuck that, take it all with you.

>>6406216
(It was. I gave the option of picking and choosing because you guys were also half and half on 'take it or leave it' when it came to your stuff. You guys seem awfully divided, hah.)

Our loserly anon avatar is an undiagnosed schizophrenic.

>>6406198
Just take everything anyway, We gotta build some muscle if we're going backpacking.

You strain between decisions of taking some and leaving others.. you don't want to part with your clothes, although they are replacable. The gear comes with you, that's a definite.. And your laptop.. well, you toy with the thought of cutting ties with the internet altogether, 'freeing' yourself from 4chan, but at the same time you realize that you'll also be cutting yourself away from information, contact with home, as well as the means to book another flight short of using an internet cafe to do so..

So you decide fuck it and take everything with you anyway, heading into the next car. You want to punch the egg-eater in the previous car all the more now, since it seems the stink stuck to you and you can't get it out of your nostrils.. People here are quiet, and as the light flickers off and on, they seem a little weary. Maybe something happened after all..

Whew. Glad this didn't become JailbaitQuest.

Why the hell did we bring out laptop? We're selling that shit when we get to Greece.

For now, we ought to gather up all our shit and start making our way to the front of the train.

And since we've played too many video games anyway, sling the laptop across your front, not your side or back. Might stop a bullet or a knife if the train has been hijacked, and nobody will look at you like you're wearing your socks on your ears.

>>6406282
next car forwards or backwards?

why is all our stuff in 3 seperate bags? cant we shuffle it all into one? or just take one change of clothes from the clothes bag and stuff it in with the gear, then leave the second bag there and take the laptop and gear?

>>6406300
Go towards the front of the car...maybe we want the knife we bought somewhere at the ready?

>>6406370
(Next car forward, towards the front. And you have a backpack full of clothes, a backpack full of your gear, and your laptop in a bag.)

>>6406393
(Wait, when did you guys buy a knife? And how were you planning on getting it through customs?)

>>6406425
I thought we got one at the army surplus store? I figured we could just put it on our check in luggage and no worries, otherwise nevermind and we can buy one in Europe.

(That's what I thought you'd agreed on: getting one in Europe.)

You continue to push on through the train cars, one by one, as you make your way to the front. Once you reach the third or fourth car from the front, however, you see something.. disturbing.. The lights flicker on and off, the whole place feels heated and heavy as fuck around you, as if threatening to pull you to your feet. Even though the flickering lights illuminate the train car, you can swear that there's a huge chunk of the car ahead of you engulfed in.. for the lack of a better word.. blackness, outlined with a faint hint of blue, creating a border that reaches even outside of the train itself, disappearing into the darkness of the tunnel.

What unnerves you further, however, is the fact that you can see it growing. A slow, crawling growth that threatens to swallow the entire car and everyone inside. But nobody tries to run, everyone seems pinned to their seats and before you can even think of running yourself, you realize why. Your legs feel like a ton of lead each.. pinning you to the spot even as you can see the border expanding towards you..

>>6406544
Looks like we are going to get blackhole ended.

>>6406544
OH SHIT!

I think I smell new dimension. Op...we can't run can we?

Fuck it guys, let's accept what's going to happen, give ourselves to the blackness.

>>6406544

goddamn it, we're never getting to Europe.

>>6406544
HAVE WE FORGOTTEN EVERYTHING COURAGE WOLF EVER TAUGHT US?

WITH LEADEN LEGS, WE MARCH TOWARDS DESTINY OR DEATH.

Set our shit down and see if we can get away from it.

>>6406544

I say we walk in. Do we have a flashlight?

check backpack for flashlight.
if we got one, flick it on and illuminate the way in. even if we can't move, it's better to see what coming for us, than to wait for the end blinded.

You pull on your heavy legs. Still able to move, but it comes with great strain, and the heat of that ever-expanding darkness is becoming too great to bear. What's worse, your clothes still stink of egg-salad from the previous car! Containing your annoyance with another well-deserved 'FFFFFF' you glare at the blackness ahead of you even as it swallows up another passenger. Goddammit, you think, why does bad shit have to happen to you anyway? You try to change your life and the impossible happens as if to cockblock you on a cosmic level.

You don't even know if that thing is a blackhole or not, but it seems to have all the semblances of one. And as far as blackholes go, you have no fucking idea what'll happen once it decides to slurp you up like a tasty anon-flavored milkshake..

..But there's no escape, is there? Deciding to go along with today's motto of 'Fuck it, why not?' you grab hold of your legs and force yourself to move. Straight towards the motherfucking blackness creeping towards you.

It hurts like fuck, a white hot searing pain like being kicked in the balls fifteen times while under a Timestop spell, then feeling it all at the same time. As the darkness swallows you whole, your vision turns white. Touch, sound, smell, taste.. all of it white, even though you have no idea why the colour white should apply to any of those other four. Your brain feels like it's turning to mush, and before you can think of anything else, you bitterly mutter to yourself.

"..I'm never gonna fucking get to Europe."

(Continuing next post)

okay... it's awesome so far.
y'know guys, we should have brought that chick with us as a companion though. would make thing more interesting.

>>6406629
>>6406686
>black hole
flashlight wouldnt do shit, might as well use a fleshlight

>>6406717
We mentioned it earlier...but then again, we thought we were going to Europe.

>>6406693
(Cont)

You don't know how long you've been out cold, but at the very least you know you've been out cold. That's a start. Your eyes are still closed, perhaps because you're worried that you're dead and if you open them you'll somehow realize that, or perhaps simply because if that was a blackhole and you've wound up on some foreign world, your typical luck would dictate that you're currently lying on an operating table waiting to be anally raped by some Lovecraftian horror.

But unless the operating tables of foreign worlds are made out of grass, it seems you're laying on your back, on top of your cozy backpacks for that matter, in some tall grass. Your ears sense the sound of birds chirping and some heinously annoying animal squawking, and the smell of rain in the air. Also you taste the copper'y texture of blood in your mouth.

If you are dead, it sure doesn't feel how you expected it to..

>>6406742
Lay there for a while, stare at the sky, curse whatever just happened to you, then get up and check yourself for injuries. Take stock of your surroundings and gear.

>>6406742
Make inventory of gear, analyze surroundings, try to find landmarks from anything we might remember.

Well shit. It's not Greece, but it's certainly not oreos and /d/ at 4am on a Friday night.

Time to take a look around. Cover your eyes with your hands, then open them so you aren't blinded by sunlight.

>>6406809
oh, did you figure out the title of that book?

>>6406742
Lay for a minute, examine yourself for injuries. Get up when you have the strength.

After laying there for a while, you finally decide to man up and open your eyes. Covering it with your hand just in case you might go blind from doing so, your eyelids flicker briefly, and then part. The sun here is fairly normal, at least.. at least from what you can see. As your fingers open to allow for a clearer view, you realize you're staring up at branches.. you're surrounded by trees. A forest from the looks of it, with the sun's rays split apart by leaves and reflected in the drops of a recent rainfall.. Rain that you were caught in, you realize, as your clothes are soaked through. You must have laid there for a while after all..

Sitting up, you take in the rest of what's around you. Trees in all directions, although you think you can see something vaguely resembling a path a bit of a distance to your right. You decide to take inventory, just to be on the safe side.. going through your bags to find everything accounted for.. and your laptop's bag saved it from being damaged in the rain at least.. for all the good a laptop will do you in.. wherever the fuck you are.

Attempt to establish some sort of connection using... I assume we have a mobile phone? Stand up and wander in the direction of the path.

>>6406928
Follow the path. It beckons us.

>>6406928
Exciting shit, go down the path and start checking things out, be quiet about it though, we don't know what might be going on here...

wherever here is.

The anon inside your brain says you may have travelled backwards or forwards in time, and gets excited.

The grimdark inside your brain says you may be in hell.

We've got to decide what gear is important. Gear especially, and changes of clothes are more important than you think. If we do dump something we need to hide it up in a tree somewhere we will remember.

Try to make a call, see where you are, anything.

Sooo....who else liked Final Fantasy Tactics Advance? :) My anon brain is creaming at the possibilities, and ignoring the many possibilities of painful death. Gather up shit and head for the path, see if we can get a view of the surrounding area.

It is strange though, that we're alone. There were lots of people in that train car, and only we got here. Maybe we're dreaming, or hallucinating.

You take out your mobile and check it for a connection.. no such luck. Although part of you sort of knew to expect that much in a situation like this. After all, how many novels, roleplays and ideas had you read about, or even conceived about a situation so very like this in the past? Of course, there was a key difference to such a thing: The protagonist was at least remotely interesting and important. You're just.. you. If something remotely resembling a kobold or a gibberling were to show up, they're probably ruin your shit faster than you could blink. The thought isn't a comforting one, and standing still becomes a source of yet another anxiety fit.

Taking that into recognition, you decide that paths are good. Paths are safe. Except when they're being used by bandits to lay ambushes. More ideas like this pop into your head as you find yourself muttering 'oshi-oshi-oshi!' over and over again. While the idea of landing in a situation like this should make you feel excited, you are plenty grimdark to assume that just because this place is all green and friendly, doesn't mean that you could still be in danger.

Of course, for all you know, this could just be some dinky backwater forest somewhere else on the globe, safe and sound on planet earth.. You try to focus on that idea, since it's more calming than the idea of being shanked by a roadside thief.

All the while doing so you realize you've already made it onto the path.. forest as far as either way seems to go, and there are tracks marking the travel of small carts or wheeled transports, and horses going in either direction as you notice in the muddy surface..

Aww shit, it's gonna be Jacob's Ladder all over again.

erm... follow the path. observe... are there footprints of animals? horses maybe? anything?

>>6407035

Look around for landmarks. Take out compass. Begin triangulation.

I thought we bought a sturdy walking stick?

Wonder to yourself where the rest of the passengers are. IS this some kind of crazy dream or living hell? Look for highground or climb a tree so that you are ablt to gather your bearings, look for civilisation.

(Hmm. Well, it's really just a left or right decision as far as the path goes. There are hoofprints both ways, as well as the tracks from wheels. If you guys want to sit on the decision, I'd welcome it, since I'm pretty tired at this point: Same time tomorrow?)

>>6407035
Follow the path, be very aware of your surroundings. Go slow and steady.

Or better yet, follow the path but lurk on the side of it in the forest a bit.

ditch the clothes, they can be replaced.

head downhill if possible. if not, pick a direction and start walking.

>>6407173

Pull gun from waistband and shoot myself for being a pedo bear..

(Okay, you guys, I'm gonna call it a night, since it's way past midnight for me at this point. I'll continue with your decision tomorrow around the same time this thread started. Hope you enjoy the new direction it's taking.)

>>6407175
why do we keep trying to ditch our clothes? its not like we've ended up in a nudist colony.

>>6407236
yeah, my bad, 4chan up and died on me

I like this. This has promise.

Oh, and let's check to make sure we still have a pulse. Just in case.

>>6407211
Which reminds me, what happened to Earth and the rest of it? Not to go along with the pedophile thing, but now Heather is a named NPC (a status that not even little brother or sister have), which means that she must be encountered again. I think my white knight sense is tingling.

>>6404761
>>6404721
>>6404756
Fuck.
Main player from lady night here, sorry I missed all the action. Sounds really good so far.
Also, I'll be there tomorrow night for sure