Clara sits on a nearby set of stairs, body slumped over, eyes gazing about slowly. You smile slightly; she almost looks like she could be asleep. But that's silly. Robots can't sleep. How long as she been like that?
How long have you been like this?
You try to remember...there were some papers...ah, never mind. It probably isn't important.
"God DAMN it Helen, you need to get up! You need to move! We need to leave this place!"
"Ugh, shut up..." you grumble, slouching lower in the chair. The sun casts strange shadows as it enters through the open door and curiously-shaped windows.

(If you've ever emailed me, I've emailed you. If not, the long and short is my computer was fucked up for the duration of the weekend. Thanks, power surges)

Dang, I'm still trying to catch up on the archives, at thread sixteen right now. Good stuff so far StonerDM.

FUCK YEAR BLOODQUEST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

FUCK YEAR BLOODQUEST

Anyways, We've got legs, we'll get up and use them!

>>10347527
I caught up in a day bro.

What's taking you so long?

Where the fuck is four-arms?

>>10347572
Real life.

>>10347610
Oh right people have lives.

Carry on

Andre shambles in, all four arms hanging limply. He sighs from the exertion of walking, sinking to his knees and then to a crawl before coming to rest face-down on the ground.
"Why are we...something.....can't.....13..." he says. You wave him off. What does any of that even mean?
"Let's see...if I can get this to work again..." your blood says. You can feel a strange stirring under your skin. Your arms are lifted like they're on puppet strings.
"Get...UP!" your blood commands. You resist sullenly, but your blood pulls you upwards, trying to force you to your feet. You are unprepared, and tilt forward, smashing your face on the table in front of you.

Fuck yeah, Bloodquest.

>>10347543
Reiterating.

>>10347643
"Owww... that fuckin' smarts..."

Perhaps that smack on the face jarred us out of the trance? Or are we going to have to roll for that?

"Urg, you stupid...Garfield!" You snap out of your self-pitying complaints, sitting straight upright. A shroud is lifted from your mind like a veil, though you can feel it circling you like a shark, billowing against your mind like the curtains of an open window.
"Garfield?" you say, trying to clear your head.
"Oh thank whatever gods don't want us dead," Garfield breathes a sigh of relief.
You remember everything now; encountering the alien and horrifying Subject 06, feeling your cares slip away...not a euphoria so much as an apathy. And then...oh no.
How long have you been here?

>What do?

>>10347656

This is all bloodquest stuff?

Man, i guess i should have been following it, what with all the lovecraft references...

>>10347730
Check on your superfriend teammates

>>10347738
Yeah, we have some good times. Jump on in, try to pick it up as you go.

>>10347730
Wake everyone else up.
>Also, welcome back

Oh god Bloodquest!!!!!!!

*jizz in my pants*

we need to rouse the others, check on every one then try and remember what happened!.

>>10347730
Does Ramiel have the sword? Try to rouse him first and have him go look for it. If he does, wake Clara first, then Rammy, then Andre.

>>10347730
Try and rouse the others
Oh yeah and FUCK YEAR, BLOODQUEST!

"Ramiel!" you shout. "Ramiel!" elsewhere, you feel the atmosphere changing, like a shift in the wind.
The angelic man looks up at you, wings flexing slowly.
"Hrm...?" he says.
"Get up! All of you, get up! We need to get out of here!"
Clara slumps back, laying down uncomfortably on the stairs themselves.
"Not...yet..." she says, covering her eyes.
Andre drags himself to his hands and knees, moving like a slug.
"Yes..." he says slowly. "That's what....yes!"
He rises, clutching his head like he's been on an eight-day bender.

>Seems you're having some trouble rousing them. What do?

>>10347821
Hitting yourself on the head seemed to work.

So hit the others awake? Just not too hard.

>>10347821
Do it physically.

>>10347821
Clara is the most sluggish one, get her up and walking. Then worry about the other two.

>>10347821
Help Andre to his feet, he seems to be the most responsive. As for the other two... maybe we could give them a little singe with our blood? Not real damage but a good jolt of pain. After all, hitting the floor snapped us out of things.

>>10347892
Seconded. Try not to eat too much.

>>10347864
>>10347854
>>10347868
>>10347892
>Physical force if necessary

"Andre, can you understand me?" He nods slowly.
"Yes, I...I'm here. I remember trying to will myself to move..."
"Yeah, we've all been spaced out like this for...well hopefully not for too long. Try to get Ramiel up," you say. He nods, struggling over to the angel.
You walk over towards Clara, but are stopped by a soreness all over your body. You realize that your flesh has been singed, tender and pink.
"It's been so long since we've eaten..." Garfield says. "I've...lost control a few times."
Ignoring the pain you reach Clara, trying to get her to her feet. She's significantly heavier than she looks, but you manage to pivot her forward.
"No..." she murmurs. "Go 'way..."
"I'm sorry, Clara," you say, and slap her full in the face.
She gasps after a few seconds, the sound of the contact still echoing in the vaulted chambers.
"Ow...Miss Helen, why would..." she trails off, her eyes going wide, then darting around the room like a frightened deer, memories falling into place, systems clearing out whatever foreign clutter has settled over you all.
"The thing...that thing in there," she says pointing towards one of the hallways. "We need to leave, while we have a chance."

>On a sidenote, it's good to see a fairly full complement of people on here tonight. I have a good feeling.
>inb4 trolls >_>

>>10348001
Get everyone up and moving, then gtfo back to the spider babies.

>Is there any information we need still?

>>10348037
If you haven't been eating for a while, there's a danger that you might not hold out in time and eat it.

>>10348088
Send everyone else back at least.

>>10348088
I don't think we've learned anything except that only Azathoth can command our slender nemesis, and that seems less than helpful.

>>10348037
You guide Clara away towards the front. Andre has Ramiel against the wall and is shaking him angrily.
"You cur!" Ramiel says, pushing him away. Andre tumbles and falls on his back. Ramiel advances, drawing the Shard. Abruptly he stops, staring at the sword, a shadow of fear crossing his face. He looks around, then at all of you.
"Good, you're all up," he says. "We have erred greatly, it seems, in venturing here so casually."

>>10348088
>I mean, you can stay if you really want to. Maybe you could grab some books off the shelves to try and translate later?

>>10348138
>Yeah, and grab the 'Nomicon by accident.
>Wait, is that necessarily a bad thing?
I'm all for GTFO

I guess I'm the only one who thinks we could try assaulting 06?

>>10348138
Get the hell out of there

Get Ramiel to Prime Shard the Void.

I mean what's the worst that could happen?

>>10348138
Sure, why NOT grab some random books??????

The funny thing would be if we dropped one in upper earth orbit that some astronauts found later.

>I'm hearing GTFO, but I'll allow some extra time for people to support
>>10348208
or
>>10348182

>>10348208
Grab some books, then GTFO

Tangling with 06 is suicide and he's not really doing anything right now

>>10348208
>>10348274
>I'll support a little bit of time to grab some iron-clad books like Dee described.

Helen fighting 06 would be a bad idea, because we haven't fed in so long. Clara and Andre can't withstand his hypnosis. If Ramiel dropped the Shard at any point he's fucked. We should probably NOT fight 06 in this condition.

>>10348274
I don't want to, but It looks like we gotta get the hell out of here.

Looking around at the shelves, you spot some promising thick tomes. Meanwhile, behind you, you hear a sound like wet, labored breathing, echoing all through the still air around you. Despite being well-lit, the library is an eerie place, and you pile several books onto your arms. None are made of iron plates, but perhaps they can still hold some potent magic or ancient secret that could win the day, if discovered. Books in hand, you motion to the others.
"Let's go."
You don't need to tell anyone twice. You descend the stairs, legs feeling like slabs of stone. You turn back to look at the library, spires rising like crooked fingers against the void all around you. Off to the side, you can see the luminous bleeding wound in the sky, Mars, and its two moons.
Stumbling and trying not to break into a panicked dash, you reach the shores of the lake, still with crystalline drops suspended in air. Looking around with a growing sense of dread, you scan the lakeshore's immaculate dusty beach.
"Where...where are the spiders?" Clara asks, forcing all your fears into reality.

Behind you, in the library, there is a low booming tone like the sounding of some ancient battered gong. The ground around you trembles slightly, and you hear the peculiar sound of soft rain as the suspended crystals begin falling back to the lake surface.

>>10348510
Well shit......

>>10348510
Balls. All hands to battle-stations. Armor up and all our usual pre-fight jazz.

>>10348556
Yeah, at least prepare yourself for battle.

>>10348556
Mhm. Agreed.

Garfield swims over your skin as your armor seals you off from the world. Looking at the library, you can see the shadows within it growing, fighting back the encroaching sunlight, enshrouding the perpetual wispy dawn that hangs over the library, the windows and doors darkening like snuffed candles.

"Where are the spiders?!" Clara repeats, somewhat more frantic. Her arm snaps open, railgun humming. Though obviously shaken, she moves to stand by you, young-looking face scowling seriously. You hear Andre cocking his weapons.
That's not all you hear. The gonging sounds again, deep within the library's spacious and acoustically gifted halls. The shadows at the door seem to be trying to grow their way out like vines.
But that's not all you hear either. An arpeggio, ending in a strange dissonant note, sounds from nearby, though you can see no violin, nor any player.

>>10348661
>Cue Faux Latin Chanting in 5...4...

>>10348661
Regarding the spiders, make sure Garfield didn't puppet us around and eat them while we were zonked out for however long.

Aslo, really wishing our blood was luminous right now.

>>10348661
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4HxexmgwKQ
?

>>10348685
I would actually find some faux-latin comforting.

>>10348726
Also, this

Ask Garfield what happened when you were knocked out

The blackness at the library door begins spilling out, crawling like thick oil across the pristine dusts of this spaceborne rock. Like your hidden and vague memories of the surface of that inky void within the library's vaults, this spreading sea of night reflects no light, giving the appearance of a great spreading mouth devouring and extinguishing the very ground.

Several more notes are plucked out on that phantom fiddle, before the dissonant, foreign, almost obscene-sounding sawing of some archaic bow begins again. The very air near you seems to shimmer, as though with heat, before opening up abruptly like a tear in paper. The four of you jump back towards the lake that still chimes with the falling crystal droplets.
Through the tear you see a curtain-like shadow of darkness that bristles with otherworldly colors that seem ready to burst forth at any provocation, the fiddling spilling forth from this ragged maw in space like words from a speaker's lips.
Like stepping through a door, a haggard-looking man strides out of this gape, fiddle at this shoulder, notes fading away as the gap closes behind him like a curtain.
He appears to be in his sixties, at least, with a wrinkled face and watery eyes that take you in with a slight nod of his head. Meanwhile the gonging begins again, double-time; you can no longer see the library through the encroaching blackness.

>>10348814
Wave hello.

>>10348838
This, be polite you bitch

>>10348814
"who....who are you?"

>>10348814
"Nice entrance"

Devil went down to Georgia looking fer a soul to steal.

>>10348856
>>10348838
You are too stupefied by this figure's sudden appearance to do more than wave. He smiles, most of his facial features disappearing into his cavernous wrinkles.
"Who...who are you?" Ramiel manages to say.
"Nice entrance," Andre adds. Clara eyes the black slick nervously.

The aged man draws a line across his throat, then produces a small white calling card. You take it from his trembling calloused fingers, reading it even as this surreal collapse of reality unfolds around you.

Mr. Eric Zann
Formerly,
London Philharmonic

"It's...um...nice to meet you?" you offer.
He smiles, nodding graciously, but never speaking. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eyes, and turns to see the living bile of hatred spilling out of the library, shaking his head and clucking his tongue softly.

>>10348814
Okay, finally caught up after 4 days of going through the archives. Say hello, ask who he is and what's going on. Be polite.

inb4 he is #6, and the weird thing from the library is just some guard Nylarathotep put there to stand guard.

>>10348932
Cautiously ask about that shadow thing?

>>10348969
>>10348972
I think him making that throat motion was his way of telling us he can't speak, so we should stick with yes or no questions.

Ask if he can help us.

>>10348969
>guard to stand guard

Well fuck me and my tenuous grasp of grammar.

Man, if ever there was a harmless subject other than Science or Knowledge, it's Music. We're totally in the clear. Proceed to 'chat' with Mr. Zann.

>>10348998
Yup.

Ask yes or no questions about the evil shadow

"Can you...do something about that?" you ask. The man shakes his head sadly, his frail neck barely supporting his aged head.
"Is there any way you could help us?" you continue, nervously watching the growing shadow. Strands of it seem to be lashing out like whips or fingers, trying to taste the air, to blanket the very medium of existence in lightless dark.
Eric Zann nods brightly, returning the violin to his shoulder and striking a horrific tone, immediately whirling into a foreign cascading scale. It is grating to your ears, but you can see the air around you start to shimmer. The inky black, meanwhile, has touched the surface of the lake, where it spreads like black powder introduced to a match, the vast shores of the once-beautiful crystalline mirror soon turning to a gobbling maelstrom seeking to devour all light.

>Roll a d100

rolled 12 = 12

>>10349102
Well here goes nothing..........

God fucking dammit............

>>10349119
Fuck.

rolled 35 = 35

Rollan

rolled 20 = 20

I hope this is better....

DEAR FUCKING GOD STOP ROLLAN!

>>10349119
>12
>ouch

The screeching of the violin continues unabated, but you stare confused around you.
What are you doing? This doesn't make any sense. How tiresome, to lug these books. How detestable, this music. How weary your tired limbs. How rude of you, to wake the slumbering dark. You hear similar grumblings from your team members while Zann fiddles on, unmoved.
"No..." Garfield says.

>Roll another d100

>>10349061
>Eric Zann
>Music
>The Music of Eric Zann, by H.P. Lovecraft

GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE NOW!

>>10349196
Slap ourself in the face.

rolled 51 = 51

>>10349206
Don't worry, that fiddle is our best hope of survival at the moment.

>>10349196
rollan

>>10349206
How? Our spider-taxis are gone.

rolled 12 = 12

>>10349196
Here goes nothing

rolled 81 = 81

>>10349196
I hope this one is at ALL better.

>>10349278
Thank god you rolled before me

goddamn it, start punching ourselves or get Garfield to.

>>10349278
>51
>Change your name to DecentRoller

You cling to your fervor, your drive, thinking intensely of Nyarlathotep, of 13, of the many shadows plaguing earth. Now is not the time for rest.
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR REST!" you shout to the others, barely audible over the growing shrieks of the violin. You step back, finding that your feet had wandered towards the library and that simmering pool of liquid hate. Looking upon it, you know that to enter it is to enter oblivion.
The world around you seems to bubble and distort like film held to a flame. You can hear nothing, save for Zann's hideous music. You can feel nothing, save the tugging upon your flesh like the suckling mouths of a million ticks. Squinting, you can see the world itself tearing apart around you, whorling into an abyss of seething color while Zann stands like a rock in the midst of the chaos, eyes closed, muttering soundless words to himself as he expertly plays the beastly devil-music fueling whatever dire passage you are slipping towards.

>I'm not usually one to toot my own horn, but reading some of these posts, I'm pretty much as "in the zone" as I'm ever going to get, description-wise

>>10349403
I agree.

>>10349372
>Wicked confused, its all him, right?
If so, NOM TIME!

>>10349423
>Eat Eric Zann

>Is this your desired course of action? Y/N

>>10349433
No

>>10349433
Courage shout

>the beastly devil-music fueling whatever dire passage you are slipping towards.
Does this mean he's making safe passage, and everything everywhere is fucked up, or he's the source of the darkness?

>>10349433
FUCK NO. In the lovecraft story Zann used teh music to keep the demons and the void AWAY from the portal that was his window.

>>10349489
He should be on our side, sort of.

You catch a final glimpse of the nightmare sea, bubbling with impotent rage as you are swirled away as though through the neck of a bottle. You hear the foul gonging of the library's depths reach a fever pitch, before you hear nothing more.

Amid the swirling patterns and silky abyssal winds you hear the music of Eric Zann (teehee, namedrop) still modulating upon soft low tones, occasionally spiking upwards towards some unseen pitch beyond the ken of human musical theory. Reaching out in the darkness, you can feel the forms of your comrades around you, flitting clouds of color passing betwixt and around you like schools of cosmic fish. You realize that you have not been breathing for some time. Your efforts to fill your lungs with air bear no fruit. A small hand finds yours in the darkness, and the chill grasp of Clara's fingers intertwines with your own. Choking, you stumble to your knees, grasping at the child-construct in a protective embrace, fighting to maintain your consciousness.

<Continued...>

>>10349495
>>10349514
Kay. No eating. Curse my not-having-read-much-Lovecraft.

>>10349433
Definitely N. When 06(or the void, if Zann is 06) got back into our heads, it wanted us to attack Zann, which means we definitely want him to stay healthy.

Besides, if he's dead it's just us and the void with no way home.

>You fall asleep and die on the moon of Mars.

Best anticlimatic ending ever.

Why do i suddenly have the feeling that Zann was our whole point and purpose for coming here? After all his music drive the demons and void entities out and away.........

>>10349536
>I highly recommend almost everything he ever wrote. Maybe not the poem about niggers.
>Okay, that too.

You taste Garfield on your teeth as the swimming void closes in around you, and the volume of Zann's fiddle climbs once more. Points of white light, like a field of stars, begin to perforate the soft and flowing darkness, holes punched in the smothering blanket of your interspatial conveyance.
As you feel your head about to crack under its own pressure, the holes widen, expanding like irises, each one leading to the same vista. You feel yourself rushing in every direction simultaneously, your brain scrambling to make sense of the hellish pastiche of image and color it sees. You feel your stomach turn over, and you hear yourself retch, before everything spins away for a moment.
You open your eyes frantically, and almost immediately. You are on your knees, on the earthy Canadian dirt of the airstrip, staring at a puddle of your own bile and acid. Looking around you can see that several of the hangars have collapsed, and one of the planes is in several pieces. Your other companions are strewn about, having exited the abyssal passage quite awkwardly. Clara is next to you, thankfully free from your vertigo-spawned upheaval, and only Zann himself stands, steady as a sailor, calmly tucking his violin under his arm.

>What do?

>>10349650
>One of the planes is in several pieces
Fuuuck. Text Skynet.

>>10349650
Once everyone is functional, check the hangers, of particular things to note would be ash-like marks on the wall from our old pal Arkham.

>>10349650
Sweet Jesus!
Look around for the other members of the team.
Also, text skynet.

>>10349650
Thank the Zann

Check on everyone else

>>10349720
Oh yes, and introduce ourselves to Mr. Zann

So how many decades has it been this time?

>>10349650
ask him if he knows what the fuck is going on.

>>10349718
>>10349680
>Text Skynet
>Your phone's batteries are unfortunately dead from the untold hours to spent languishing in Caelano

You stand, brushing the dirt off yourself.
"Helen Tanner," you introduce yourself extending a hand. Zann's old eyes sparkle as he takes your hand in his own, skillfully weathered, and raises it to his embearded lips, a single courteous peck placed thereupon before he releases your arm, nodding cheerfully.

"Helen?" you hear distant voices shout. "Is that you??" turning towards the standing buildings, you see Creed, Charlotte, and a large swarm of bees approaching. Creed speeds to embrace Ramiel with one arm, while Andre and Charlotte fall into one another's arms with desperate relief. The cloud of bees lingers awkwardly around the group. Clara dashes off, having spotted Brody standing some distance away.

>>10349650
Introduce ourselves to Mr. Zann. Suggest getting one of those things you can subvocalize into and then it converts that into text on an easily carried computer screen.

>>10349834
>Creed speeds to embrace Ramiel with one arm

Bromance confirmed

>>10349834
Any sign of Phil?

>>10349866
Walker stumbles out of one of the standing hangars, looking tired and sore.

"We got a planeload of supplies from 54 about three days ago," Creed says, handing you a cell phone with an open hand. When you take it, he stops you, placing his other hand on top of yours. "It's....good to see you alive," he says with a small smile.

>Clara dashes off, having spotted Brody
ClaraxBrody end

>What do?

ask em if he knows anything about the spiders?
and where we are?
and how many freaking days has it been

>>10350077
Text 54.
Check for the books you took
Get food to eat

>>10350077
First things first, how long have we been gone?
Next, time to read some evil tomes.

eat something before you devour a teammate

>>10350077
Well, we know that only thing that can stop Nylaratotep is Azreal, or whatever that guys name is. The one who's dreaming of the universe. Which is remarkably similar to one of the Hindu gods, Branham, sleeping god who dreams the universe. Though he's generally much more benevolent than any of Lovecraft's creations.

But I digress. If we're part of a part of the afterimage of his looking bleary-eyed at the Earth, then we're the closest thing that can stop Nylarathotep, and presumably compared to that taking down 13 would be easy. So I say we go for 13, who's causing the most observable damage, and then try to find Arkham/Nylarathotep.

>>10350157
This. And who know what we could become at this rate.....

>>10350131
>>10350114
>Eat
"I'll be right back..." you say shakily to the group. "And then I need some answers"
Taking wing, you look swiftly for some form of meal. It takes you about ten minutes, but you get the drop on a pair of moose, crippling them both so that neither can escape, then feeding voraciously. Your eyes nearly roll back in your head as you sate your lust for flesh, body shivering as it seethes all the nourishment from the great beasts.

When you return to camp, feeling refreshed, if still exhausted, the group is gathered on the open airstrip, talking amongst themselves. They stop to note your return.
"As I was saying," Creed continues when you have joined the circle. "Only a few hours after you left, 96 dropped the whole charade. Seems the real reason it let you drift off to space was to leave you there to rot. It attacked with a bunch more of it's...brood-whatevers, and this," he gestures to the damage done. "Is what we got away with. Lucky thing," he murmurs, eyeing Charlotte appreciatively.

<Continued...>

EAT SOMETHING FIRST!!!!

Then see if those books have anything valuable in them and converse with the group. See how long we've been gone, etc.

>>10350225
Man I am so glad you guys listened when some of us said to leave Charlotte behind. BEST PLAN EVAR.

>>10350225
... Remind me not to trust Spiders From Beyond the Stars next time.

"That was almost two weeks ago," he concludes, "And from what we've heard, things have only gotten worse out there. 13's broken Vegas down to a level flat of sand, then started digging downwards, there's a crater out there almost a mile deep. God only knows what will happen if she gets some magma to play silly putty with."

Drifting away from the group, you pick up the tomes you managed to purloin from Caelano. Of the three you got, one seems to be entirely blank, while the others are filled cover to cover with harsh unfamiliar lettering.

"96 fled to space after we drove it off, I guess it had plenty of that nectar, and to spare," Creed says while you puzzle over the books. A shadow approaches behind you, and Eric Zann leans down on his creaking joints to read over your shoulder, tsk-ing with his tongue again.
"Can you understand a word of this?" you ask him. He shakes his head slowly, shrugging.

>>10350282
Let Garfield try to read them. Also, the blank one may be done with invisible ink or something... any ideas brosephs?

>>10350319
Hope cellphone has a camera, take picture, send to 54.

>>10350282
Did they actually kill 96? If not, inquire about it's last known location.

Ask Zann if he knows anything about these books. Acquire pen/paper to facilitate communication with him.

>>10350338
Let Garfield touch the blank book. It may react like the temple in the dreamlands.

lookie what i found

"Garfield, can you read any of this?"
You extend your blood, letting it extend tiny threads over the faded parchment. It even forms its own letters, overlaying the parchment to try and find similarities.
"I...I can't read any of this," Garfield proclaims, disappointed.
"Hrm..." you think to yourself. "Try the blank one."
Your blood snakes over towards the blank book, pristine sheets coated with red. Almost immediately the blood spans out into intricate lettering, far more complete and skillfully scripted than anything you've seen out of your blood before.
"Teach me, blood..." you breathe to yourself in wonder. The scripture is of an alien alphabet, but its meaning is clear to you.

"You whom the Chaos has lain with;
Here transposed are the dreams of
Nuclear Creation, with which to invoke
Prime Chaos, a great torrential unmaking
Let all your foes taste your flesh as it rains
Upon them in utter devastation."

>>10350592
Huh. Sounds like a way to wake up what's his face, what with the end of the universe as he wakes up and all that. Let's save this as a last resort.

>>10350592
huh.
Color me interested.

>>10350592
>"Let all your foes taste your flesh as it rains
Upon them in utter devastation."

Well THAT sounds fucking terrible for us.

>>10350495
>Whoa. What the...where did this come from?

found a bunch in me comp

>>10350592
No Helen you are the cthulhu

HHNNNNGGGG

>>10350592
Ask Ramiel to consult the shard about this passage and whether it's as bad as it sounds.

>>10350592
Sounds like an instruction manual for ending fucking everything!

>>10350808
USE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >:3

Obliterator virus.

>>10350800
"Ramiel," you say. "Take a look at this."
"I have no idea what is written here," he exclaims upon approaching. You read it to him, and his face grows dark.
"That sounds...like a last resort, at best," he murmurs. "Nothing about Azathoth is to be trusted as benevolent. That is," he says, gesturing towards you. "Almost nothing."

While we're doing an image dump. Could someone post the Arkham logo and the pic that started it all way back in the first thread?

>>10350852
I hope there's enough room for all of us in the remaining plane.

>This was the pic that inspired the whole quest. I wonder who posted it, and if they're still participating

>>10350852
Does Ramiel's opinion go for the shard too?

>This is the Arkham Research logo, if that's what you wanted.

Mention the fact that Azathoth's power can end Narly... did I imagine that part?

>>10350592
The pain of death is the joy of rebirth

Tumbling down, etc.

>Use Azathoth's powers to drive back Narly.
>Accidentally awaken prime chaos.
>DESTROY ALL OF EXISTENCE!

Im strangely ok with this.

>>10350908
>>10350896
It is, thank you.

>>10350927
"In the library," you explain, "I read that Azathoth's power can unmake Nyarlathotep."
"And everything else," Ramiel says. "Azathoth is not a gun, it is a bomb. Whatever rite is hidden in these pages, best it be used only if it seems worth sacrificing Earth to destroy your foe."

>>10350980
13 is the residual power caused by Azathoth looking at something I figured we would get him to stand on a pile of hedrons and let 13 turn him into a inside-out duck.

>>10350927
>>10351006
Didn't it say it could make Nyarlathotep obey? I mean, yes it could unmake him too but the former seems more useful.

>>10350495
>>10350710
>>10350738
>>10350767
>>10350787
>>10350822
>>10350845
>>10350869
>>10350895
>>10350919
>>10350939
>>10350961
>>10351000
>>10351034
>Where did all these come from?

>>10351050
and have him around looking for a loop hole to wiggle out with? No thanks.

>>10351064
Better question is who is she?

>The books and accounts you have read and gathered are vague on many accounts. Nyarlahotep obeys Azathoth, and seems committed to his continued slumber. You and 13 are both formed from Azathoth's power, which would suggest, according to what you've learned, that you are capable of causing some real form of damage to him.

>>10351078
Looks like OP picture

>>10351064


Just kinda found them on my comp.
i have a horrid habit of using the downloadthemall firefox add on whenever there's an image dump.

>>10351102
>Yeah, it seems to be the same character we've adopted as Helen's likeness.

We need to figure out our next move (no more space libraries). Does the book say anything else or is that it?

>>10351134
Except Helen doesnt have organs all over, ours is blood. Actually thats not too different now that i think about it.

>>10351144
The rest of the book is, presumably, incantations and recitations for the Song That Ends the Earth.

>I'm all for some quick planning and then travelling to Vegas. I want this momentum to keep going, we can finish this tonight.

>>10351174
Regroup, rest for a while and make a quick plan.

Discussing the book in a hangar isn't a good place to do it.

>>10351174
>Get supplies together, find plane.
>Travel to the craters edge.
>Examine situation.
>Form plan of battle.

>>10351174
Also, we still need to text 54.
He was keeping tabs on Walters, after all.

and thats all i can find actually.
i'm going to try and find sauce.

>>10351097
Wait, Nyarly is dedicated to Azathoth's slumber... and we have the means to wake him? Considering that an Earth where Nyarly and 13 have free reign may as well be, from a human perspective, no Earth at all... I think we have some leverage here.

>>10351174
Right, let's borrow someone's cellphone, Creed for the hell of it if you want someone specific, and text Maksim.

"WELL, WE'VE GOT A GOOD PLAN B. THE ONLY DOWNSIDE IS THAT IT WILL DESTROY THE ENTIRE WORLD AT LEAST. OH, BUT DON'T WORRY, APPARENTLY I CAN STOP 13 AND ARKHAM BY VIRTUE OF BEING PART COSMIC HORROR."

OK list what we know!
>Both 13 and we can lay the hurt on Nyarlahotep.
>The world thinks we are evil.
>Insert allies abilities here.
>13 will be weaker without a meat puppet. (I think the shard had some plan regarding this)
>We have a book that would let us delete fucking everything.
>Our blood is sentient.
>Hedrons attract 13 type creatures.
>If we fail everyone is fucked.
>13 has our hat.

I know I'm missing something here.

>>10351302
Yeah and probably shredding every single piece of humanity you have left and become some cosmic blood god.

"Okay, one night's more of rest, and then we're going to Vegas," you say. The team nods.

You text 54.
"What's the situation? Sorry we've been out of the loop. Apparently I can kill 13, maybe even Nyarlathotep. And we have a more surefire method, if we're in the mood to destroy...maybe everything."

His reply comes swiftly.
GOOD TO HEAR FROM YOU. THOUGHT YOU HAD GONE COLD OUT THERE. NO NEWS REALLY ISN'T GOOD NEWS, YOU KNOW. 13'S PAINTED A BIG BULLSEYE ON THE GROUND FOR YOU. YOU NEED ANYTHING ELSE BEFORE YOU GO OVER THERE?

>>10351358
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>10351366
Do you still have the replacement fedora?
Also sunglasses you need cool looking sunglasses.

>>10351366
Where is Arkham storing what?
Where is Nyarlahotep?
How is Jacob?

>>10351366
"Yeah, seems to be my way of doing things, disappear for long stretches of time. Anyway, any Arkham Tech we can get our hands on could be helpful. Oh, and remember the lighter you wanted way back when? Never got around to mentioning it, but yeah, quite the trip. Oh, and got any news on, well, my boyfriend?"

We can just call Jacob ourselves, right?
Might as well be sure he's okay first though.

>>10351476
we had Skynet keep an eye on him so we would not have to risk calling him.

>>10351476
>>10351437
"Yeah, seems to be my way of doing things. Anyway, any Arkham Tech we can get our hands on could be helpful. Oh, and remember the lighter you wanted way back when? Never got around to mentioning it, but yeah, quite the trip. Oh, and got any news on, well, my boyfriend?"

YOUR LITTLE KISSYFACE SEEMS TO BE DOING FINE IN YOUR ABSENCE. WITH MOST OF THE SPIDERS GONE MILITARY IS CLOSING THE GAP BETWEEN CHICAGO AND THE BLOCKADE, TRYING TO RECLAIM THE COUNTRY. NO ONE'S HEARD FROM ARKHAM.

>>10351436
You're lacking in shades, but you're on like your 2nd or 3rd replacement hat.

ON THE SUBJECT OF HARDWARE, I CAN GET YOU GUNS, AND I CAN GET YOU VEHICLES, BUT ARTIFACTS ARE UNDER LOCK AND KEY, ARKHAM'S LAST ORDERS, BEFORE HE WENT GOD KNOWS WHERE.

>>10351537
what was our plan before we left for spacecamp?
Rammy and us in the air, Clara and Brody at range and everyone else as a ground crew. right?

>>10351638
OK we'll need transport perferably by air towards 13 tomorrow morning.

>>10351537
>>10351638
Well damn. No artifacts. We can't really get side tracked with artifact collectan, so I think we should grab some M4s or something

You set up for Wade to get you another military plane, with weapons, and to be ready with air support if necessary.
With the help of Creed and a dutiful Clara, the 10 of you find yourselves around a roaring fire that evening. Conversation seems slow in coming, everyone absorbed in their own thoughts. Clara, Creed, Brody, and Zann seem enraptured by the flickering flames, while Charlotte and Andre are in low conversation, Walker and Ramiel stare off into the shadowy evening, and Charles keeps his distance from the flames.

>Probably last chance-ish for any chit-chat. Anyone you'd like to talk to?

Oh before I forget ask if he knows how to repair Clara even if we can't do it before the showdown it would be nice to know.
and make certain Clara is OK for the battle she's had a hard few weeks.
Ask Mr. Zann if he will help us in the fight.
Then go to bed and prepare to kick some ass tomorrow.

>>10351851
Inspiring Bard-like speech, give everyone +1 morale bonus to hit and damage.

Y'know, the kind that you say before the possible end of world type stuff.

>>10351851
Everyone.
Make sure Clara's fine after all the crazy space shit.
See that Zann's been informed about the whole situation, and I guess he's in on it with us.
Talk to Walker about fighting 96.
See if things between Ramiel and the Shard are any better, if he feels he's proven himself.
See how Creed is holding up.
Coyly investigate how well Andre and Charlotte know each other.
Uh... talk to Charles about... okay, no idea there.
Oh, and reintroduce ourselves to Brody.

>>10351910
>>10351892
Side convo with Clara and then manly inspiring speech pulled from arse

>>10351910
save the speech for just before the fight right at the heart of overwhelming despair and darkness

>>10351851
Talk to Clara.
"Clara, I don't want to scare you, but I've got a bad feeling about how I'm going to come out of this. I just want you to know that I trust you, and that's why... if we win and I don't make it, I want you to try to keep the team together. There will still be loose, dangerous subjects and artifacts, and you guys could do a lot of good without me. Get in touch with Jacob Walters in Chicago, he can probably help you.

I know it's a lot to ask but... Someone's going to have to pick up where I fall."

>>10351910
Always start epic speech with "I'm not one for fancy speeches..."

It works all of the time, 50% of the time.

Pretty much what we're facing

>>10352030
The real question is, is he the final boss, or the miniboss?

>I'll be back soon

>DON'T PANIC

>>10352077
>Munchies, more weed, or mystery?
All the more time to draw up battle plans then.

>>10352043
That is a very good question.

Also hobo end

>>10352103
I'm thinking Clara sniping as a distraction while everyone else come from all sides including from above and we overwhelm her with too much force to respond to easily.

bumpan for waiting for stonerdude

>>10352401
of course we try to keep her on us because we are the most likely to be able to stand against her.

>>10352467
If we had that artifact that attracted her to us then it wouldn't be a problem.

"Clara," you say, sitting near the girl. She looks up cheerfully as you approach, and you are startled by the milestones and tribulations showing in her youthful eyes.
"Clara, I don't want to scare you, but I've got a bad feeling about how I'm going to come out of this. I just want you to know that I trust you, and that's why... if we win and I don't make it, I want you to try to keep the team together. There will still be loose, dangerous subjects and artifacts, and you guys could do a lot of good without me. Get in touch with Jacob Walters in Chicago, he can probably help you."
Clara nods slowly, biting her lip. You put an arm around her, drawing her close to you.
"I know it's a lot to ask but... Someone's going to have to pick up where I fall."
She smiles a sad smile, and you marvel inwardly at how humanly she erects emotional barriers to protect herself.
"Thank you...for trusting me," she says softly, staring at the fire.

<Continued...>

>>10352510
we don't (unless we run into the big N and he has one) but it's still easy just hit her harder than everyone else.

>>10352540
I know, I'm just saying *if* we had it.

Maybe the fact that we're sorta related might do it.

"Zann, are you...aware of what's going on?" you say, moving to the old man. Eric nods sternly.
"And...we can count on you? For help?"
He shakes his bow and fiddle at you meaningfully, patting you encouragingly on one shoulder.

"Ramiel," you say, slipping next to the angel at the edge of the fire's light.
"Helen," he says plainly without looking.
"How's the Shard? You two still a team?"
"The Shard has, somewhat reluctantly, accepted me as its primary bearer. It seems nervous about tomorrow, especially when I informed it of your Azathothan ritual."
"Don't worry," you say. "Hopefully there won't be any need for that." You try very hard to convince yourself.

Andre and Charlotte have their heads together, close to the fire, exchanging plaintive murmurs. You catch Andre's eye, and he gives you a nod and a grin, before turning his attentions back to the frenchwoman, their faces mere inches apart.

<Continued...>

>>10352653
birds of a feather violently attempt to destroy one another.

"How was 96?" you ask Walker as you approach. He grunts.
"Big trash-talking piece of shit, when I could understand what the hell it was saying," he growls, cracking his knuckles. "I gave it a good whack or two, but...I mean really, it was the size of a damn house. Squashed a good number of its filthy little kids though," he smiles, making a stomping motion with his booted foot. You wonder where the hell he shops for shoes that fit.

"Brody," you say, passing by the soldier. "How're you holding up."
"Very well, ma'am. Er, that is," he says, flipping through cards. "Yes. Ma'am." he smiles, giving a sharp salute.
"Good to hear."

"Everyone," you say softly, stepping back to the fire.
The voices speaking lowly die down, until you can see the faces of your comrades fixed upon you, silent but for the crackling logs of the fire.

>Epic speech tiems. Did you guys have some words, or you want me to just wing it?

I'm not one for fancy speeches, but I feel I need to say something here. What we are about to do is likely to kill all of us. Some of us might not come back from this, but regardless of who dies, who lives, who keeps their sanity, and who loses themselves, we must win. We will win. What we are fighting does what it does for reasons of no importance. If this planet is gone what do they lose? A plaything, a speck of dust? If we lose, we lose this miserable dirtball we call home, the only one we got. And if I die fighting I'm at least die knowing that everyone else lives on.

>>10352721
Take it away Stonerdude

>>10352721

Look to each in turn, recalling memories and the wild adventure.

"As our defacto leader, remember this: Tomorrow, we fight for the life of this planet. Our planet. Perhaps a place we can settle into permanently, and create a new home. We fight a terrible being largely beyond comprehension, and we're not well-regarded. Time and space itself may buckle during this fight. But remember!"

Pause.

"Chrono proved that if you hit an elder god enough times it falls down. Also that it's actually a turnip. Uh. I'm getting distracted. First, we need to write up a plan, then get some sleep for tomorrow."

>>10352721
I can't write anything because of too much Gurren Lagann on the brain.

"They thought they could lock us up.
We're 'dangerous'. It was for the 'greater good'
Well, now we're the only thing between them and complete annihilation.
Whether you're here for glory, or freedom, or fun, or just because you think its right, out of a sense of duty, or just for your own survival, the important thing...
Is that its time to kick some ass."

>>10352845
>>10352800
>>10352753
Some how combine all of these together

>>10352721
We all ready to kick some ass?

I'm not one for fancy speeches," you begin, stooping near the fire, looking from one pair of eyes to the next, "but I feel I need to say something here. What we are about to do is likely to kill all of us. Some of us might not come back from this, but regardless of who dies, who lives, who keeps their sanity, and who loses themselves, we must win." You pound a fist against a palm for emphasis. "We will win. What we are fighting does what it does for reasons of no importance. If this planet is gone what do they lose? A plaything, a speck of dust? If we lose," you continue, scooping up a handful of dark Canadian soil and letting it drizzle away into the consuming flames, "We lose this miserable dirtball we call home, the only one we got. And if I die fighting I'm at least die knowing that everyone else lives on."
"I did not ask to lead," you say, spreading your arms and casting your gaze about once again. "But as the one who leads you I say tomorrow we fight. For this planet. For OUR planet. Time and space itself may buckle during this fight. But remember!"
You pause; it seems the eyes of the world are upon you.
"Whether you're here for glory, or freedom, or fun, or just because you think its right, out of a sense of duty, or just for your own survival, the important thing...
Is that its time to kick some ass."

Not too late to join in the fun, is it? I just got back from the Kansas, Foreigner, and Styx concert in Atlanta. Gimmie a sec to catch up.

>>10352901

Now. GROUP BROFIST.

>>10352721
We are not an army. An army is a group of people who come together for their own reasons to die for someone else's. What we are is a bunch of freaks who spent most of our lives locked up with needles in our arms and tubes up our noses so that some asshole could fuck things up so bad that only the freaks could fix it, and unlike an army, we have only one reason to fight. We're going to save the one thing that all beings love... being. When we go out there tomorrow, we will fight for all that is and ever was and ever may be. What better cause? How could any sacrifice be more noble?

We were born freaks, we will live for a few brief moments as legends.

>>10352977
>I like this...let's say this was woven in there somewhere >_>

>>10352939
THIS GROUP BRO FIST

cut to next morning? everyone suiting up for battle in relative silence as we wait for the plane?

You thrust your fist over the flames, and the others stand to join you. The heat laps at your arms, but you stand fast, and bump the shit out of those knucks.


You awake in the early morning to the arrival of a plane on the small runway. Assault rifles are there a-plenty, and another anti-materials rifle for Clara. Included is a sealed metal box bearing the Arkham logo. Opening it reveals the shifting sides of a hedron, along with a handwritten note.

"I heard you were still alive, and that 54 was gathering supplies for you, so I made sure this found its way on board. Make sure you don't cost me my job for nothing. I'll be waiting for you
-J"

>>10353031
>>10353055
>>10352901
Offtopic: Listening to Libra me from hell while reading this made it 100% more awesome.

Awww, how sweet for thinking of us.... Lets kick some ass now!

>>10353055
keep the hedron with us we'll be the lure

or drop it some where close by but better for us tactically than the crater

>>10353055
That could come in handy.

Btw stoner, when there's time I'd love to hear what speech you would've had Helen make.

>>10353132
or slip it in N's pocket if we get the chance.

Everyone load up, get in, and let's get going!

The Nevada sun is harsh, beating down on the crater like a pupil of a fiery eye. The jets land near the edge of the crater, and your ragtag group bunkers down on the edge of the smooth face.
As promised, absolutely nothing of Las Vegas remains but dust on the wind. Far, far down the fairly shallow grade of the crater, you can see the black speck that represents Subject 13.
"Alright," Walker says. "What's the plan, before I just start on down there."

Is sniping her out of the question?

>>10353346
Clara, Creed(Can probably do melee) and Brody for ranged/sniper support

Andre, Walker, Us, Ramiel and BEEEEESSS for melee

>>10353346
I'm going to try to keep it's attention while you and Ramiel hit at close range, Charlotte, Creed, and Andre hit it from mid-range, and Brody and Clara hit it from further out. Basically we are throwing everything at it.

>>10353375
We can definitely hit her from there, but we aren't trying to kill her, because we can't. As i understand it the plan is to completely destroy 13's body so that the entity inside her will no longer be anchored to our plane and lose it's ability to influence it.

Keep the girlie off-balanced and distracted. Don't attack all at once; hit one, then the next, then the next. You want to keep her focus off any one person but prevent her from using blanket attacks or nukes.

Work in groups of two when attacking.

Could we use the hedron to lure her somewhere?

>>10353458
Yeah, we don't want AOE attacks hitting everyone.

>>10353468
The hedron will probably focus her on us, which is what the majority consensus wants. That and the fact that we're kinda related.

>>10353346
"we need to hit her from as many angles as possible if only as a means of confusion. I figure we surround her as best we can and go all at once. Rammy can fly over and hit her farside, I'll hit her from above. Stay at you max effective range the closer you get to her the... stranger, things get. I'll keep the hedron on me hopefully that she will go after me the most.

>>10353502

...Wait, does that mean having sex with subject 13 means we're doing incest?

>>10353527
power source wise.

>>10353527
....
Stonerbro?

>>10353527
It's more like we'd both be getting sloppy seconds off of Azathoth.

>>10353458
Wolf pack tactics, I like it.

>>10353638
GROOVY

>>10353638
>>10353660
Then we do this?

>>10353527
>Um...yeah, whatever, I'm not touching that one.

"Ramiel, you're with me." you say. "We hit them from the air.
"Clara, Brody, you're back here, long range." Clara nods and hefts her rifle.
"Creed, Andre, Charlotte, you're mid-range, pepper her with fire, keep her distracted. If you get a chance, Creed, try to burn something important off." Creed nods, cocking an M4 and grinning.
"Charles, Walker, you guys are up-close and personal. Hit her hard, and then back the fuck off before you get unmade.
"Zann...do...do what you do, man." Zann smiles gleefully, clasping your hands and nodding his aged head.
"Helen..." Garfield says as your blood armours around you, and your wings unfurl like sanguine banners behind which your comrades rally. "We're going to make it right?"
"No promises," you say grimly. "But it's going to be one hell of a fight."

>Y'all ready for this shit? Start rolling dice, and I'll start stringing together some combat. Throw in some tactics as you get ideas.

>>10353672
hit her in pairs from as many directions as possible constantly not letting her have time to focus on one person? combine it with holding the hedron to make ourselves the prime target and it's all good.

rolled 41 = 41

Aim for the brain, then cremate her while she is busy recovering.

rolled 54 = 54

Here goes nothing. Let's shoot massive ammounts of boiling blood at her. At least it will be a distraction.

>>10353672
I think with the caveat that we keep Brody and Clara long range for constant sniper fire. Possibly have Charlotte there too. If nothing else, they'll get the job done slowly while we distract them.

rolled 47 = 47

>>10353699
GO!

rolled 63 = 63

>>10353699

>>10353699
We have to charge in with an epic battlecry. I'm voting for "THAT'S MY FUCKING HAT!"

rolled 36 = 36

>>10353699
Derp, derp everywhere

rolled 64 = 64

Tactic: Flying strafing run, firing bloodlances.

rolled 23 = 23

THAT! IS! MY! HAT! YOU! FUCKER!

rolled 97 = 97

>>10353699
Since Garfield seems to be able to melt her, elder god or not, let's try to destroy the rest of 13's physical form.

>>10353814
You... bitch...

>>10353814
>dice 1d00
Nice try racacoon!

>>10353814
You doomed us all

>>10353814
Precog: Success!

rolled 29 = 29

>>10353814
You might've.
>>10353828
If not for that.

Moar Dice!

>>10353814
faux hundred, do not count

>>10353814
Oh thank god I rolled the wrong die! Going to delete that post.

>>10353814
FORCED 1 DETECTED. Check the email field.

rolled 41 = 41

DICE FOR THE DICE GOD

>>10353828
First time in Bloodquest, and first roll. Feels good.

rolled 85 = 85

Tear her up with searing hot blood-hooks.

we got 10 rolls every one stop!

rolled 76 = 76

in b4 1

>Stop rolling, I'm trying to correlate all the epic

>Don't forget, Charlotte proximity bonuses for everyone!

You and Ramiel both take to the air, soaring lazily over the crater's relatively gentle slope. As you draw nearer the center, you can see 13, floating gently over the ground at the bottom of the slope. Whorls of dust orbit around her like asteroid belts. Askance on her reformed head is a very stylish, if slightly worn, fedora.
>>10353730
>41
"THAT'S MY FUCKING HAT!!!" you shout, enraged. Strafing the floating corpse from above, you see your comrade moving into place as you fire off several boiling projectiles. The first strikes 13 squarely in the chest, startling it out of whatever reverie there was. As its flesh begins to sizzle, a fully-formed Bellagio casino erupts from the sand at a crazy angle, obscuring your path.
>>10353732
>54
You and Ramiel both bank sharply, your path taking you away from the casino, which begins to slide down the crater without a proper foundation. Your path takes you within melee range of 13. You feel the hedron jittering on your back, the Arkham box tied on before the battle began.
>>10353755
>47
Ramiel lashes out with the Shard as you make a daring close pass, and 13's arm is severed. "Helen, quickly!" he shouts, as it begins to rain glass beads.
>>10353784
>64
A whip snags the severed arm, which is quickly engulfed and incinerated. You and Ramiel both beam your success as you fly away, out of the cloud of pelting glass. Behind you, the Bellagio collapses around 13, turning into a massive cloud of white doves which obscure the scene.
>>10353800
>23
You hear the devastating report of Clara's rifle, and a wave of red mist penetrates the cloud of birds. 13 herself appears untouched, and vibrates in place, the sand beneath it forming a mirror of glass.

<Continued...>

>>10353970
>Askance on her reformed head is a very stylish, if slightly worn, fedora.

That fucking bitch! I mean, what are the chances that that would stay on without intentionally making an effort to keep it? She went underwater for god's sake! Clearly this is her taunting us.

I have never smashed f5 so hard in my life

>>10353828
>97
"C'mere, you!" 88 bellows as he half-bounds, half-avalanches down the sandy slope, plowing into 13 and driving her to the ground. His beefy, bony hands clasp around the girl's head, twisted face roaring his fury to the sky as he crushes bones to splinters and brains to paste.
>>10353842
>29
88's trumpeting is cut short by the appearance of several wire-thin spikes through his chest, stumbling back in shock as his torso is perforated by long slender strips of metal wire. Blood drips sideways off the back of the wires, staining the sand a dark red behind him.
"Fuckin'...bitch..." he chokes.
>>10353866
>41
13 turns slowly in place as the mammoth horde of bees, hornets, and wasps plows into her. Her limbs jerk and dangle as she twitches like a hanged man, but Charles' assault serves only to give Walker time to get away.
>>10353878
>85
The bees scatter, and the rifle is heard again. This time an enormous chunk, the majority of 13's remaining head, disappears as the incendiary round finds its mark, eating away at the neck and torso as well. The air around you all shivers, an Eiffel Tower bursting from the sand as you and Ramiel weave you way in for another aerial pass
>>10353885
>76
Your hooked whip finds its mark, jerking 13 sideways by her left leg. Ramiel swoops in, lopping the leg free for you to incinerate. Everything seems to be going fairly well, though 88 has sunk to his knees, delicate glass flowers blooming along the stalks of metal puncturing his flesh and bone.

>I'm all out of dice. I require further dicing.

rolled 34 = 34

>>10354119

rolled 57 = 57

GOOOOO

rolled 50 = 50

BLOODQUEST FUCK YEAH!

rolled 44 = 44

>>10354119
'ere goes nuffin.

rolled 59 = 59

ROLLEN!

rolled 22 = 22

A barrage of bloodspears.

rolled 97 = 97

Significantly weaker rolls this time...

>>10354214
HAHA! Nevermind.

rolled 59 = 59

Listening to White Summer/Black Mountain Side on repeat this is balls to walls fantastic.

rolled 70 = 70

rolled 100 = 100

Blood for the Blood God!

rolled 95 = 95

Fuck yea!

OMG! I am awesome!

>>10354214
>>10354263
>>10354266
...nice.

>>10354263

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GHvuXdhnieA
>StonerDM's personal soundtrack for the moment

>>10354145
>34
As Ramiel makes his pass, 13's spinal cord abruptly grows out of the stump of it's neck, coiling out like a snake, slashing open the angel's back and shearing off the very tips of his wings. With a cry, he tumbles to the earth, colliding painfully with the gritty sand.
>>10354149
>57
"RAMIEEEEL!" comes Creed's cry, leaping towards 13. He hits the slope and begins sliding evenly down the powdered sand, two extra sets of flaming limbs bursting from his torso. Engulfed in flame, he shouts wordlessly, streams of searing fire licking at 13, who dodges slowly and awkwardly.
>>10354167
>50
From a flanking position, Andre fires twin assault rifles, unbleeding holes punching through 13's necrotic flesh.
"Keep up the pressure!" he shouts.
>>10354170
>44
13 raises its remaining arm, and a towering tree of glass grows around it, constructed out of shards seemingly pulled from the air, snapping together in a heartbeat to form a perfectly clear tree, complete with crystal fruits that chime in the mostly-still air. The two sides regard one another for a moment of stillness, the fedora lying inside the tree, on the sand next to 13.

<Continued, obv....>

>>10354263
>>10354214
I rolled both of these.

<My face.

>>10354266
>>10354263
>>10354245
>>10354214

f5ing like a hyperactive chimp right now!

>The two sides regard one another for a moment of stillness, the fedora lying inside the tree, on the sand next to 13.
My Hat!

>>10354197
>22
The glass tree explodes, a thousand gleaming daggers bursting outwards like leaves in an autumn flurry. You hold your hands up to guard yourself, and cry out as your wings, your chest, your legs, all slashed open by the spreading shrapnel. Ramiel, Creed, Andre, and Walker suffer similar damage, though it seems you take the worst of it. You plummet to Earth as Garfield tries to fill the gaps in your wings.
>>10354214
>97
You land on one knee, glaring up at 13 from under furrowed brows. Straightening an arm, you fire a stream of blood that branches into several spears, all puncturing 13's chest and sizzling brightly
>>10354222
>59
Back on his feet, Ramiel takes wing, bounding over the impaled 13 to reach the now-bleeding Creed, whom he carries up the slope to safer ground. Charlotte bounds down towards the wounded Andre, only a handful of scratches on her from the shrapnel explosion.
>>10354245
>70
Charlotte reaches Andre, and the two of them fill 13 with holes as you force your blood to barb and spike outwards, bubbling inside her skin.
>>10354263
>1fuckin00
You snap out with your other hand, slamming into the sand and popping the fedora into the air. With a quick turn, you wrench the embedded barbs out of 13, causing her torso to explode in a shower of sizzling chunks, the returning whip snagging the hat. You bring your fist in front of your face, baring proud teeth as the hat settles perfectly on your head, slightly askance over one eye.
"I said...that's my FUCKING hat."

>"I said...that's my FUCKING hat."
>My face

>>10354266
>95
Several more reports are heard, and 13's remaining flesh is peppered with incendiary fire. Creed joins in as well, sweeping the area with flames, though his teeth are grit against the many shards of glass embedded in his skin.

>Roll some more dice, this ain't done yet

rolled 71 = 71

Rolling like the fist of the north star

rolled 70 = 70

>>10354466
Okay.

NO MACRO COMES CLOSE TO WHAT I FEEL RIGHT THE FUCK NOW

>"I said...that's my FUCKING hat."
I lack an image macro awesome enough to express this moment. Drawfags must be contacted to construct a suitable vessel.

rolled 34 = 34

>>10354466
Uh-oh.
Time to be on the lookout for Nyarly.
And the entity that'll be freed from its meat puppet soon.

rolled 31 = 31

That... was beautiful. StonerDM, you are fucking awesome. Lets just hope this roll is half as awesome as you are!

rolled 92 = 92

Hundred-guy, here Stoner, you are the best.

Let's see if my luck continues.

rolled 22 = 22

live and learn slash and burn

rolled 52 = 52

And... it wasn't. Rolling again for awesome!

rolled 57 = 57

>>10354429
>slightly askance over one eye.
"I said...that's my FUCKING hat."

my face

>>10354513
Save us high-roller kenobi, you're our only hope.

rolled 75 = 75

After this is all over, would you mind telling us what kind of bonus we get from Charlotte?

rolled 6 = 6

>>10354542
Maybe I motorboated Charlotte in my sleep.

>>10354551
a bonus equal to the plot.

rolled 32 = 32

>>10354560
You just self combo broke

rolled 98 = 98

>>10354560
Or, y'know, Not.

>>10354560
>6
my other face

ATTENTION I THINK WE ARE GOOD.

>>10354579
REDEMPTION!

>>10354477
>71
Creed's flames catch a good bit of the random pieces that had become dislodged from 13 during the chaos. Not mostly a pair of legs and one floating arm, along with a cloud of loose flesh, including an eye, she floats backwards, live tigers spewing out of her empty torso-space.
"Wait, what?" Garfield says.
>>10354479
>70
13 backs directly into the bloody body of Phillip Walker, who bodily lifts the severed legs, his roars practically a gargle of blood. He tears the two legs apart like a wishbone, tossing one of the legs towards Creed's gouts of flame.
>>10354496
>34
Walker drops the other leg, stumbling back, his battle-growls growing hoarser and hoarser as he seems to seize up. You realize that his skeleton is overtaking the rest of his body. Soon bones begin to sprout like blooms from his mouth, his joints, his eyes. He stands at last, rigid and silent, a calcified statue that was once a brave warrior. 13's severed limbs seem unmoved.
>>10354498
>31
Creed attempts to burn the leg that was sent flying his way, but rather than hitting the ground it soars off like a rocket towards the top of the crater, Clara and Brody's entrenchment.
>>10354579
>92
Closing one eye, Clara sights carefully, sighs, and squeezes the trigger.
The bullet enters through the front of the leg and exits through the rear, a perfect straight shot down the length of the legbones. The entire makeshift projectile becomes a wafting fog-cloud of red vapor in less than half a second.
Clara beams with pride. Brody looks terrified and confused.

<Continuing...>

>No more dice, btw. Spoiler alert, but that 98 might just wrap it up

>>10354676
>Fuck. I killed Phillip.

>>10354692
ah... but I wanted to use the reserve to bluff Nyarlathotep.

>>10354692
Hopefully it saves whoever the 6 might've killed.

Or, y'know, the world. That'd be great too.

The anticipation is killing me! Fuck sleep, this is way too awesome!

HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK

When this is over, let's pour out a 40 for 88.

>>10354519
>22
The drifting cloud of blood coalesces, forming a wicked looking needle of a spear, a razor-tipped weaponized scab. It barely loses any momentum, barreling straight for the pair of snipers.
>>10354525
>52
Without a moment's hesitation, Brody shoves Clara out of the way, leaping in front of the hurtling missile. The blood enters his chest, spiraling through him multiple times before coming to rest, woven into his chest like a tapestry. He falls forward, coughing up a stream of his own blood.
>>10354539
>57
You move closer, trying to draw 13 towards you. You let your whips drag along the ground behind you, heat-shimmers coming off you like a desert highway. 13 causes an eruption of glass from the sand, a great intricate lotus of sharp edges, but you side-step expertly.
>>10354551
>75
The swarm of bees is upon 13 once again, a buzzing insectoid Hell, picking and stinging at what globs of flesh remain.
>>10354560
>6
A beam of light shoots from the cloud of flesh into the sand, spiraling outwards up the crater. You throw yourself to the ground, avoiding the beam, and most of the other team-mates manage to do the same. Andre, however, pushes Charlotte to the ground, and the beam lances across his waist, bisecting him neatly. He tumbles to the ground with a Wilhelm scream.
>>10354574
>32
Charlotte goes mad, picking up one of Andre's assault rifles and firing wildly into the cloud of disjointed chaotic flesh, shrieking foreign obscenities. 13 absorbs her bullets, letting them dance about in the air like hail or insects, before firing them back. Charlotte stands with a rifle in each hand, bullets whizzing past her, every one of them a near miss. She spits, gritting her teeth.

>>10354579
>98
Your blood-wings stretch far, grasping like extended arms, blood fanning out and spilling forth around you. You hit the remains of 13 like a wave, immediately engulfing what flesh remains in a deep-fryer of sentient sanguinary savagery. You taste eternity, for the briefest of moments, and then you taste naught but rotting flesh. You stand waist-deep in blood as you watch the cloudy cosmic entity abandon the physical form of 13, and with it, the ability to end the world as you know it. You tip your hat to the cosmic cloud, letting your blood sink slowly back into you.

Crises adverted?

good end?

>>10354994

You fucking wish.

So much for not killing anyone.

So uh... one down?

oh crap Brody!

>deep-fryer of sentient sanguinary savagery

>Phil and Andre die

>Now we brace for Nyarly
Current plan: use the hedron to keep 13's entity attracted, throw the hedron at Nyarly, go boom.

>>10355033
Immortal.
He's been bisected once.
He gets better.

>>10355061
Well, it'll either work or kill us all. Sounds like our kind of plan!

>>10354973
Well. That went better than expected. I guess we need to track down Nylarathotep next. Hopefully we'll get at least a couple of hours to rest and grieve before he shows up.

>>10355061
from the little I've wikied him he is likely to just kinda fade away for a while and show up in a thousand years to fuck with the world again

Medical attention to andre, Brody STAT.

Mostly to Andre, though. People survive losing everything below the stomach. Not many people survive getting fucking turbo impaled through the chest. We just need to see if he's going to regen. 13's a weird one.

You stand panting in the sand. A breeze picks up, blowing grit across your vision.
"Is everyone alright?" You shout. You hear various assertions to the affirmative, but for Charlotte, who returns to tend to Andre's unmoving form.
You feel the hedron shifting uncomfortably in its box on your back. Unslinging it, you eye it nervously. Suddenly your ears are split by a hideously familiar grating voice.

"S̘̲̠̜͈̽͐̉́̓ͤ͛ͯ͐͢͝͡i̜͇͙̋̏̏̂̓ͭ̅̀̚̕͝l̽̿̆̌́̐͊̒͞͏̷̙̜lͨ
̺̰̙̝̱ͭͨ̋̉͢y̡̙̝̣̫ͯ̿͆͟ ̧̢̭͈̹̬̥̙̦̹̄̅͒̍ͧ̂c̙̼̭̲ͨͬ̄̉̏̅̎͡h͚̫̲͚̦͌̀͌͆ͣ̃ͅȋ̠̭ͪͭ́͜͡͝
̞̟̜͉͉͇l̴̢̧̺̱̠͇̮̭̊̋ͯ̐̊̽̽͋ḑ̶̥͙̮ͫ̈́́̍̑r̫̣̖͕ͣͧͧ̈́͐̄̃e̽ͯ͑
͓̲̤͓̮̰̘̏ͤ͊n̡͓̼̑͊ͩ̑ͮ̄̀͡͡ ̖̟̲̞̩̦̗͇̿̽͆t̫̾̐̂ŏ̶̡͕͔̹̰̼̭̪ͪ ̝̣͖̞͐̏ͪ̀ͦͥͮ̃̚͢t̴̶͎̘͐ͩ́͆̓̽ͦ̚͘ȓ̵̟̺̩͈͍͙̝ͣ̿u̢̧͚͈̭̩̮̅͊͘s
͉͚̯̝͌̐̊ͫ͊̿t͎̞̙̾̾ͬ̓̒͆ͤ̋̊͝ ̫̺͓̪͍̻̄ͭ̀ṵ͓̞̼̻̲̌͗̓̂ǹ̨̛̛͉̮̪̘̟̲͇ͯe̛͙͇̙̝̬̬͒ͮ́̾̄̓ͣ͟͡x̾
̷͔̺̫̠̗͙͆̄̑ͪͣ̊̀ṕ̍͑ͭͪͥ̐̀͡͏͚̟̯̞̪͓ͅe̶̤͚̥ͦ͒̒̇c͉̼ͥ͊̽ͮ̾̿́͢
̱̟̝̠ṯ̙̭͂̽̒̉̓̂ͯe̢̅́͏̪̳d̢̜̝̾͗̓̎̓̒͒́̚͟ ̮̠͆̿͑ͪ̋ͥ͊̑́͘͝ͅp͇̟͙͓͉̲̏̎ͧ͢ͅà̗̪̫̜̗̠̻͗̊̾ͨ̀c̨̘̈́͐̔͊ͮ͋ͧ̋́
̰̩̙͓̯͕̠k̾͌͑̆̇ͥ̃͑҉̵̩͍͓̻͍͍͓͘a̴̷͔̱͕̱̞̫͇̣͌ģ̯͓͉̖ͥ̄̔̈e͆͌͂
̟̤̯̬̯͚̑̌͗̚͝s̤̟̪͈͔͔̝̘̉͑ͫ"

>>10355075
but he has never been 13 powerlevel killed, I worry.

>>10355079
>>10355109
Ah well, guess that was too much to hope for. Try to decipher what he's saying.

>>10355116
I should clarify.
He was bisected. By Nyarly.

>>10355105
He's dead, man

He's dead, game over.

>>10355109
"don't fuck with me today or I'll wake HIM up. learned how, checked a book out of the LIBRARY."
(caps for emphasis)

>>10355116
Nyarly tore his arms off.

The box containing the hedron explodes, your blood armor soaking up the impact of the metal pieces. The hedron sits smoking on the sand, slowly blooming into stalky black limbs like a vile flower. The Slender Man quickly fades into Theodore Arkham in the sun.

"Ah, Subject 13," he says, floating slowly towards the cloud. "And Helen! How good of you to be here." He passes a hand through the cloud eagerly.

Narly's plan was for us to kill 13 all along?

>>10355202
XANATOS!

>>10355189
Just stare.
No words.
Just the bird.

>>10355189
God damnit, he's going to absorb the power and become stronger, isn't he?

>>10355109
I wish someone would translate this.

>>10355189
just as planned?

"Mmmmm, grown for months in a physical form, the shadow of Azathoth darkens the world. If only there were a...a mind sufficient to temper its power, to direct its authority. Why, if a sentient being had the powers of the Prime Chaos, there would hardly be a need for Azathoth at all, would there?" Arkham laughs, a throaty chuckle. He glances around at the teammates who have fallen, shaking his head.
"Alas, alas, that ye who are so young must die," he says, with mock regret, slowly twisting into a toothy grin. "A terrible pity, to be sure."

No words. Just kill him, ASAP.

>>10355227
Silly Children, to trust an unexpected package.

>>10355265
Thanks.

>>10355223
>>10355241
Shit, fuck his plans. Eat the power.

>>10355241
"So wait. By absorbing what is an infinitesimally small amount of his power, you are suddenly just as if not more powerful than him? That..... not only doesn't that make sense, that's downright stupid."

>>10355283
Seconded, eat the thing

see what happens

>>10355241
>Lol, Nyarly called humans sentient.

>>10355283
>Eat the power
"No. No. Fuck that. Fuck you!" you shout, pointing up at the floating Arkham. "There's more than one capable vessel here, you tricky little piece of shit."
Lashing out with tendrils, whips hooks, you slash at Arkham, who draws back, gritting his teeth.
"Mild inconvenience. I envy humans, for their tools do not move to strike them once they have been used!"

Wings sprouting, you leap upwards into the cloudy entity, feeling its thought-tendrils immediately try to pry their way into your brain.

>Roll dice

Grown for months in a physical form, a shadow of Azathoth brightens the world. A mind sufficient to temper its power, to direct its authority. A sentient being with the powers of the Prime Chaos. No need for another is there?

rolled 61 = 61

HEAVEN OR HELL

>Actually, fuck that. Don't roll dice.
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/10078525/
>You guys remember this thread? Remember Bloodquest 20?

>I do believe I owe you a 100.

>>10355332
Bloodquest 20: reserve 100?

>>10355354
I remember I rolled the first 100 in that thread!

I don't suppose we can use that 100 to just fucking kill Nyarly?

I was hoping we'd somehow manage to end this quest alive AND still mostly human.

Stairway to Haven just kicked in...
this is gonna be fucking awesome!

>>10355354
>>10355358
>>10355371
FUCK YEAH.

>>10355350
This makes a decent backup roll though.

>>10355403
Sorry we are going to ascend and become a goddess at this point. Just sit back and enjoy it.

>>10355422
Then give it up for love!

It's how it happens in all the stories!

>>10355442
Quite.

>>10355442
If you only watch Disney movies

>inb4 the power causes us and Garfield to separate, with him ascending.

So wait... if the package was unexpected...

Did Nyarly kill Jacob? Or just sign the note with a "J" to fuck with us?

.... Is Nyarly also Jacob? ;_;

>>10355494
our relationship with Jacob is fairly well known.

>100, from beyond time

Your mind is steeled. Your very soul a sword, its tip at the heart of the Black Pharaoh. Before you the shadows of a god are nothing.
"Helen, what's happening-?" Garfield shouts in your brain.
You never break eye contact with Arkham, even as you break the figment of a god upon the yoke.
You feel your veins swell with molten hate, the very forge-fires of the universe. Your wings burst forth, long and terrible, lidless eyes opening along the length of the sanguine membrane. You feel your very thoughts bubble with purpose, with direction...with power.
The runes on your skin shift no more. You can feel your flesh tighten across your bones as the runes settle in, forming a litany of scars from which your blood may spill forth at will. You open your mouth, hissing your fury at the Masked God, the Soul of the outer Gods themselves. The two of you settle onto the desert sand, your red hair whipping in the desert wind, eyes now a deep, almost-black rusty crimson.
"What....have you DONE?!" Nyarlathotep demands. "If I, with my...my mind, had but even that sliver of...you whelp! you worm! Craven whore!" he spits his filth upon you. You laugh it off with bared teeth.

<YOUR BOND WITH YOUR BLOOD HAS INCREASED>
<PERFECT SYMBIOSIS ACHIEVED>

>Make a epic speech. No die rolls. The epicness of your words will determine the course of history.

>>10355494
Would be the ultimate troll if he was

>>10355520
THIS!
>>10355339

Nyarlathotep, for the crimes you have commited, I deem no fitter punishment for you than a quick, painful death.

Then kill that bitch.

>>10355520
I WIN!
YOU LOSE!

>>10355494
Creation would do well to be rid of you. I will scrub you and all the filth and death you have wrought upon the Earth out of existence. I will wipe you from this and all planes.

I will unmake you.

>>10355520

"No longer will you torment our souls... Your free reign is over, it ends now. I grow weary of your little plans, dipping your fingers into our lives to feed your insanity."

Extend an arm, pointing at him. Have blood crawl up our arm and outward into a point. Paralyze him with our gaze and then launch a torrent of blood towards him behind the point, like in Terminator 2 when it shoots the dad in the mouth through the milk carton, only hitting Nyarly's weak spot FOR MASSIVE DAMAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>10355520
"If you what? What would you have done with this power? Gone about making more sentient beings suffer for your amusement? You've been doing just fine at that for time immemorial, and I shudder to think what new things you would achieve had it fallen to you. To each of us sooner or later falls the reality of dealing with the consequences of our actions. I may not know very much about you, but you would have seen the Earth burn for your own amusement, and for this you will be unmade."

>>10355589 Here

wanted to add "And none shall mourn your passing."

You're worthless! What have you ever given to gain this? You've spent every moment, every day, every eon just fucking around with everything around you! The world is less than a game to you, but for me, it's my life!
I've given the only friends I've ever had for this! I've watched them bleed, I've watched them die, I've watched them all down- broken, because of you. And all I get is this? Power? Fuck it.
I want you to pay me back with your pain.

Point to the sky for dramatic effect

>>10355520
"Yes, if you had a fraction of that power.
Things would be terrible for everyone, everywhere.
But no, you don't.
I do.
So that never again will this occur.
No scared little girls from Kansas used to fulfill your, or anyone else's whims.
No more people being locked up just for what they are.
And no more of you using human beings as your playthings
Because now I'm watching, and can do something about it.
So, scurry off to your home in the depths of space.
Or you can just die here.

>>10355520

Cackle at him, grinning maniacally.

"You will suffer! Suffer for my fallen friends! Suffer for humanity! Your games are over and I will be your undoing! You will not be missed by even the most powerful of Gods. I tire of your pitiful games and THIS WILL BE YOUR END!"

Shutup and die already.

"Grown for months in a physical form, a shadow of Azathoth brightens the world. A mind sufficient to temper its power, to direct its authority. A sentient being with the powers of the Prime Chaos. No need for another is there?"
Nyarlathotep's face sours further.
"You mock. You have the audacity to mock-"
"No longer will you torment our souls," you cut him off, as he splutters furiously. "Creation would do well to be rid of you. To each of us sooner or later falls the reality of dealing with the consequences of our actions. I may not know very much about you, but you would have seen the Earth burn for your own amusement, and for this you will be unmade. I will wipe you from this and all planes. And none shall mourn your passing."

Your blood swells around you, engulfing you, strengthening you. You can feel your pulse all along it, like the fluid skin of a drum.
"This...feels good..." Garfield says, his voice somehow...different.
A perfect latticework of whistling ribbons bayonets Arkham, and you savor his gasp of air as blood begins to flow, from his mouth, his nose, his eyes, and every hole on his body.

<Continued...>

>>10355520
This power would make you nothing but more of what you are, as it has done for me, but while you are an infantile clown, doing tricks and capers for eons for nothing but your own amusement, I am what you forced me to be.

I am an avenger.

And what would you do with this power? Your motives are as petty as those you destroy without a thought. You've lived an eternity unrivaled, an eternity pushing your madness on others. Now you stand before me, roles reversed. Millions of worthier minds cry out for revenge, and I will give it to them. You die here, on this earth, by my hand.


HOW DO YOU LIKE ME NOW, BITCH?!

Alternately, "my parents are DEAD!"

>>10355751
Bracing for epic.

>>10355755
Replace avenger with "I AM THE LAW"

GET DOWN, EPIC INCOMING ON OUR POSITION!

"None...shall mourn..." he coughs. "Are you so sure?"
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you say coldly. "You will not be missed by even the most powerful of Gods."
"Quite, the contrary, my dear," Nyarlathotep spits each word out. "I am the soul of the gods, their very binding mortar, their herald and their courtier." He smiles at some insidious realization.

"I am -your- soul, Helen Tanner. Welcome to the pantheon."
You snort.
"Scurry off to your home in the depths of space.
Or you can just die here." you wave him off dismissively, though your stomach grows cold at his words.
"But of course, but of course." Nyarlathotep says, flesh melting around your punishing spears of blood.
"You have bought your friends some time it seems," he says, flesh slowly reforming once free of the blood. "A lifetime, of that I have no doubt. But," he holds up a finger, pointing it towards you. "Will you live forever, Helen Tanner? Will you forever conceal that bubbling froth beneath your skin? Or have your people traded a tormentor for a devourer, passed the snake's fangs by only to be crushed under the giant's heel?" he chuckles, coughing weakly.
"Something to ponder, I think."
"Last chance," you say, spearing more blood forward.
Nyarlathotep wisps away like smoke as the blood reaches him, and you watch the column of inky mist tread the sky, vanishing into the slowly clearing blue above you.

>What do?

Celebrate!

>>10355863
That was... anticlimactic :(

>>10355863
fuck, what?

>>10355863

Spout pithy one liner, administer medical treatment to casualties, bury dead, visit theme park

>>10355863
Did we seriously not kill this guy when we had the chance? I'd say go after him and finish him off.

>>10355863
Time to test the limits of our new power. Restore Phillip and Andre.

>>10355863
Check the status of things; party, new abilities, Garfield, Jacob, hunger.

>>10355904
Second. I mean, we fixed up Creed when he got shot, it should work.