Breakfast finishes up, and Mom takes your plate from you to the dish washer. The phone rings, and your little brother answers it. He says its Jimmy, asking if you and Eve were going to join him at the lake today. Jimmy? An image comes unbidden into your head. It’s Jimmy, in a soldier’s uniform. It looks like he’s finally gotten to join the Imperial Army finally, just like he wanted to. But something’s wrong. His eyes are gone, and there blood all over his face. There’s a hole in his head and- you shot Jimmy. The reason Jimmy has a hole in his head is because you shot Jimmy. Your body freezes, seizing up. Your little brother looks at you funny, and Mom asks if your alright. A moment latter you unfreeze, trying to remain calm and tell them your fine. Mom gives you a worried look, while your little brother calls you a spaz. You tell your little brother tell him sure, and to bring the- wait, who’s Eve? You don’t remember anyone named Eve

What do you do?

>>11530876
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF-

Use: FAITH and LITANIES to counteract HERETICAL MIND CONTROL.

>appeared growls

This does not bode well.

Ummm... Roll to break the illusion?

>>11530931
I've given up trying to correct him. Just let it go brother.

Woho!

Anyways.... Clear head with well rehearsed litanies and stop bitchiness about your secret closest relationship with Jimmy... You may have loved his warm hole back home, but he's a mangled slab of flesh now and you just don't touch that!

(seriously, we need to get over Jimmy... There's heretics and daemons to deal with)

>>11530876
Ask who Eve is.

>>11531028
The way some of these are left we really only have 1 option... So I guess "find out who Eve is"

>>11531192
Continue reciting litanies.

>>11531192
OP?

>>11530999
>>11530931

Who the hell is Eve, you mentally ask yourself. Your rake your mind for the answer, but find nothing. Then, for the merest of moments, a glimmer of memory. A flash of gold and white, and piercing blue fills your mind for barely a second. Why can’t you remember? Something is missing, something is wrong. First the dream, then memories that can’t be real, and now you can’t remember something. It seems so important, and yet its gone. Like something is hiding it from you. Why? You turn to your little brother, and ask him who’s Eve. He gives you a confused look at first, then smirks and says while making lovely dovey motions and kissy faces, “Eve, oh she’s no one, just your special person.” Little brat, you’d hit him if he wasn’t helping.

You dash upstairs to you bathroom, alarmed. Why can’t you remember her. You wash you face with water you wake you up, fear seizing you. Then, you remember something from your dream. A voice, horribly cruel and evil. “I always win.” You grip the sink tightly, and recite prayers from church, asking for God’s protection. Something seems wrong. There’s something…wrong in the room.

You look up into the mirror above the sink. Its gone pure black, and in the middle there is a mouth with a twisted toothy smile smiling at you. It opens, and says, “Back again, are we?”

What do you do?

PUNCH THE MIRROR!!!
Also shout the litanies of hate.

Had a weird problem with my last response, it posted it before OP's recent post so it didn't make sense.

OP, most of our answers are around the lines of "repeat litanies and try and cleanse the evil that's corrupting our thoughts.". Eve is something implanted in our mind my the taint of chaos, we don't need to humor the creature/thing... After all Jimmy is the only warm hole for us, we don't need Eve.

>>11531215
>>11531343

You stare at the mirror in horror. This can’t be real. It can’t be. Demons, those are just things Jimmy’s dad talks about in church right? Right? “Oh, I’m very real, and you know it. Now, I can’t fathom why your mind brought us here for your dream. Ok, I’m lying, I know exactly why we’re here. But it’s just so fun to watch you squirm. I mean, you only have until you wake up to remember what your looking for.”

Looking for? I’m looking for something you wonder. No, it’s lying, this is just an illusion a trick. Your dream was just that, a dream. But if it was a dream, what is this thing doing here? Are you going mad? Or is there a demon in your mirror? No, your just…just…just dreaming, that’s it. It’s all a dream. And yet, it seems so real. You close your eyes and pray again. The mirror mouth laughs, and says, “You can force me to leave. I’ll always be right here with you, so long as your afraid of something. And you mortals, your always afraid of something.”

You open your eyes, pissed. Is he saying you’re a coward? You clench your fist, and slam it into the mirror. It shatters, cutting your hand and drawing blood. Blood drips, and all the shards remain normal except one. It remains pitch black, and you here an laugh come from it that fills you with dread.

What do you do?

Ok, I'll bite, pocket the black shard... It's a dremon so the daemons already in us... This shouldn't hurt to much... Don't touch it with skin though, use a towel or something.

Run out of the house to the lake and try and find Jimmy and eve before waking up. Avoid jimmies dad in case he feels the need to purge us for having the daemon.

>>11531491

You grab a washcloth and use it to pick up the black shard. Wrapping the shard in the cloth, you stash it in the back pocket of your pants. You deftly bandage you hand, making sure to disinfect it to prevent an infection. It comes to you so easily quickly, and yet you know you’ve never been trained. A memory flashes by. Boot camp, the medical building. A balding, middle aged old man in a lab coat with an officer’s patch demonstrates for you and a group of other men how to properly tend a wound. You stumble back at the sudden flash of lost memories, almost tripping. They couldn’t be real, could they? Your just farm boy, looking to spend the day at the lake. Any yet, you have a demon in your pocket. Life has gotten realy weird, really fast.

You sprint down the stairs, your parents unable to stop you. Your mother asks on the way out what that crashing noise was, and looks down at your bandaged arm. She looks horrified, but you don’t stay long to talk to her about it. Soon, your running through fields of corn and other plants, making a mad dash to Jimmy’s house. You don’t know where Eve lives, but Jimmy might.

His house is a large, almost a mansion. It’ style is ancient, and the place is said to be over a hundred years old. You wouldn’t know about that, but you know Jimmy’s dad is proud of its heritage. The church is not to far from the house, and given the hour his dad is probably already there. You knock on the door impatiently, and Jimmy answers in his swim trucks, saying, “Hey, you ready to go?

What do you do?

Before catching breath ask who is Eve. If he doesn't know run directly to church, do not pass go,

>>11531742
"Eve? She's your girlfriend you idiot. What, you forget about her or something?"

Or something. She isn't real you tell yourself. She can't be. Yet everyone knows her. You hear the demon's laughter. Fucking demon, leave the hell alone! It only continues to laugh. Oddly enough, Jimmy doesn't seem to hear the laughter. Is it not really there? Are you going insane?

Jimmy raises his eyebrows and asks if your ok. You quickly tell him you fine, and ask where you can find Eve. He says she's probably already on the lake. She loves the place apparently, as he says you can always find her there.

What do you do?

Weird she is apparently always there... If anything of the guardsmen is still in this brain have them prepare themselves for mind fuck. Go find Eve as quick as possible, figure her out while still trying to remember the demon in our pocket.

>>11531837
why do i get the feeling we are going to find eve dead and its going to be the reason we were acting like such a crybaby in the first thread?

Find Eve, figure this out! Then probably have kinky foursome with Jimmy, Eve, and the demon.

>>11531904
And then Eve was a demon..........

>>11531884

You mentally prepare yourself for anything. Going at this rate, it's probably the best idea you've had all day. You and Jimmy head down to the lake as fast you can. Sadly, it isn't as fast as you wish it were. You're still exhausted from the sprint to Jimmy's house, and he's in no hurry to do anything. During the long walk, he keeps talking about how it would be awesome to join the Imperial Army, and fight in the war. You're barely paying attention, as you're too focused on getting to Eve, and you've heard him talk about joining countless times before. He seems so upbeat about something that got him killed in his dream, only to come back to earth and lament the fact his father won't let him join. oh yeah, you remember now. His dad doesn't want him to join the Army and get killed. Being his only son, the old Priest wants him to join the clergy and carry on the families work, but Jimmy wants nothing to do with it. Last time they talked about it, Jimmy stayed at your house for a week. Poor kid, there seems to be no way to win for him.

You eventually arrive at the lake, the scene is beautiful, and you wish you had time to take the image is. The lake is sparkling and blue, and the sun is high in the sky by now. Any other day, it would be perfect. Sadly, you've got a job to do and no time to relax. You comb the area, looking for Eve. Eventually, you find her. Her back is turned to you, as she's facing the beach. Her pale skin is almost as white as her sundress, and just as flawless. The dress past her knees, almost to her ankles and is played with by the wind. A straw-hat sits atop her golden hair, which extends down her backside to her rear end. A sunflower top is attached to her hat, and she stands their, aware of you.

What do you do?

>>11532014
And then she sat us down on a couch, pulled out a pad of paper and told us the gods of chaos have decided to play psychiatry quest with our tween guardsmen's fragile emotions and mind. The quest was finding out that we as players are the true gods of chaos!

>>11532071
kill maim burn

>>11532071

Walk up next to her.

Say "Hi."

>>11532071
Time for serious again....

Approach her acting like you actually are her boyfriend and you know her, instead of showing your weakness to what could be the manifestation of the demon. Poker face all the way.

Ask open ended questions to get full responses. How's her family (to see for any possible connection you can make to her), what her thoughts are on joining the guard with Jimmy and yourself, and finally what her she thinks "courage in the face of evil" means.

>>11532103

I support this twist

Why do I get the sneaking suspicion that Eve is the daemon?

Walk up and say "Hi," but prepare yourself for whatever horrors may await.

>>11532186
>>11532185

You begin to approach her to say hi, when she turns around. For a moment, a look of surprise plays across her face. Her eyes the most perfect blue you've ever seen, and her face is beyond beautiful. She just seems... perfect.

Your mind starts yelling at you to wake up, that she's a lie. This whole thing is a lie, and none of this is real. Another, seeming saner part says its ok, this is real. This is the truth. This is what you were looking for. Your head wars with itself for a moment. Your physical body falters for a moment, and you almost double over. Images race through your head. You begin to remember. You look back at up her and struggle to say, something, anything. What is courage in the face is evil seems like the best one at the moment, considering there's a demon in your pocket right now.

As you look into her eyes, she gazes back at you and smiles. With the most serene smile you've ever seen, she closes her eyes and says,

"Save me."

>>11532359

Resist. This is an illusion, it seems too good to be true because IT IS too good to be true.

Say: I'm sorry, I can't. I need to leave now. You know that.

Then ask what courage in the face of evil is.

>>11532359

She then bursts into flames. The demon bursts out into laughter when it happens, despite the fact that it couldn't possibly have seen it. the world, it slowly begins to fade away. Slowly, everything turns to black, and once again you're surrounded by darkness. Your memories return. You remember sneaking off one day with Jimmy and joining the guard. You remember the tears your mom shed when you told her, and the proud yet tired smile dad had. How your little brother hugged you before you for basic. The fight Jimmy had with his dad about it, and how it hurt him more than anything to think his father hated him. You remember when you were finished with all your training, and were at the spaceport about to leave. You remember Jimmy's dad coming, and giving him the bible to make peace. You remember your family in tears as you left, and yet so proud of you.

Most importantly, you remember Eve. Growing up with her, spending almost everyday with her and Jimmy. You remember when you nervously asked her out, and your awkward first kiss. You remember telling her that you loved her, and when you told her you became a soldier. You remember that last night before you left, that last, wonderful night... Why are you only remembering this now? Did the warp take these memories from you when the field failed? Or where they never real. you're not sure of anything anymore, only the demon's laughter and your own terror as you finally wake up.

>>11532423
Ask the daemon what it wants from us, what makes it worth the demon's time to personally manifest to us and torment us with these illusions.

>>11532423
Remember the fuck in your old sweet girlfriend later, she's back home... You're a guardsmen, on a ship, in the warp, surrounded by evil on all sides and apparently in your mind too... Grow a pair and get a grip on your surroundings... We should still be in the chapel. Check pocket just out of curiosity.

>>11532516
You stand up, suddenly fully awake. Your arm, it's not hurt anymore. Was it all a dream? You check you back pockets from the mirror shard. Again, nothing. Fuck.

The chapel is a bit different now. I more person has died while you were gone, a patient. Two people have arrived though, both seeking medical attention. With the supplies you brought back, it seems like they'll survive.

What do you do?

>>11532559
Go IMMEDIATELY to the cleric and get him to bless the fuck out of us with everything he's got. Tell him the demons draw closer and if he doesn't help to guard your soul they all will be lost. (don't tell him you've actually communicated wih the demon though or he will purge you with holy, holy flames....)

See if the new arrivals are fit for combat and try to return to the armory with your new rosary from the priest and a pocket full of medical supplies. We needs some weapons and those guards at armory may need stems and or help since we last saw them.

>>11532559

Promise ourselves that we'll fuck Eve senseless when we get back home.

And we WILL get back home.

In the mean time, ask around, find out what needs doing, if we can help tending to the wounded, manning the barricade, running out for more supplies, any of that stuff.

Also, if we've been asleep for a while, are we hungry? If so, investigate possibility of munching on some rations.

>>11532559
Ask the priest if anything's happened while we were asleep (well, aside from the patient dying).

Say nothing of the daemon's attempt to corrupt us in our sleep. We don't want to end up on the receiving end of a mercy killing.

>>11532611
You immediately go to the deacon, asking him to bless you. When he asks why, you explain you had a horrible nightmare, but leave out the details. He lets out a tired sigh, and gives you a ritual blessing of the god. You don't feel any different, but you hope your protected now.

You inquire about the new people, and the deacon informs you that they're sadly to injured at the moment, give them a day or so, and they might be walking around again, but not until then. When he sees the dejected look on your face, he quickly tells you that he has good news. The soldiers that just arrived came not just with a lasgun, but a rare piece of a weaponry. He asks you to look it over and see if you can use it.

When you first see it, you you think god has hand delivered you a gift. Its too beautiful to eb true, you tell yourself.

It's a meltagun in working condition with three shots left.

Faith is the blade of war!

>>11532677
Tell preacher to bless whoever brought this.

Use all three charges to kill everyone in the chapel for the Blood God!

Heh, gladly accept the gun... Give praise to the Emperor, then head for the armory...we don't help now... If the guards at the armory won't believe us with our rosary, well we will just have to show them our new toy.

>>11532677
My captch says: hooves strength

I think it's trying to tell me that we should side with the daemons. Take the melta and act like you're going to stand guard at the entrance of the Chapel, then jump over the barricade and flee into the ship's corridors to commune with the forces of Chaos.

>>11532698

You quickly tell the deacon that this is a wonderful weapon the have, and that he should bless who ever brought the meltagun. Your reaction brings a small smile to the man's face, as he goes off to bless and thank whoever brought the gun.

Thankfully, you were trained in the use of assault weapons in training, so you know how to use the weapon. Still your nerves haven't been helping your aim lately, and with only three shots, you better make them count.

What do you do?

We need to watch out. Often the Enemy seeks to cloth themselves as healers or faithful, instead furthering their wickedness amongst us. Watch the priest and be wary of his blessings. Trust no one. Trust not even yourself.

>>11532784
>>11532755
That's the spirit, chaps! Glorious damnation awaits!

So glad you're running this quest again, OP!

>>11532793
Ask if they need anymore supplies

Hah, we've already got enough twisted evil voices talkin in the back of our Guardsmen's mind.

We've done the Emperors work here, givin out most of our charge packs and goods.... Had hallucinations, cried more than a tween girl at a Beiber concert, and finally got a nice toy... But we're still standing in hell on a ship that is still floating through the warp... Let's get to work on that problem.... To the armory for armor, shotguns, and possible squad members!

Captcha:Lord goodness
..... Emperor's blessing is upon us!

>>11532793
Ask to take the melta to the armory and attempt to retake it from the heretics currently occupying it.

>>11532915
>>11532907
>>11532900

You ask if it's alright to take the meltagun to get more weapons and ammo, as well if there's anything else they need. The deacon doesn't even stop think, quickly explaining that they need more food. Ration bars sandwichs, anything will do at this point. Your own stomach growls as he talks, further drving the point home. Though there's sure to be food all around the ship, the number one place to some would be the cafeterium.

What do you do?

>>11532970
Put together a group of some people if they can spare any from the barricade. We need to go get some food.

> Captcha: defeat Barker

... Who's Barker?

>>11532970
hunt rats for food

>>11533003
No one can be spared from the barricade, either because they don't think they should leave the chapel undefended, or they're just too afraid. Look like everything's up to you. Again.

What do you do?

>>11532970
Head for the armory first. We only have three shots left in our melta. Hardly enough to retake the ship, but more than enough to evaporate those guardsmen holed up in the armory. Pick up more ammo and maybe a few grenades before heading off in search of food.

Also, go alone. You never know when we might run into that lovely daemon, and we wouldn't want anyone interrupting our corruption...

>>11533051
Well damn. In that case we probably shouldn't make a play at the armory just yet. We'll save that for when we have some guys to help us. Cafeterium it is.

Armory was on the way to cafeteria? I'm feelling like our daemon friend is waiting at the cafe... Guards at armory have got to have some munchies to steal... Could overcharge a pack and toss it into their barricade if they don't let us get near and they shoot again. (if no food they're probably really thinned out by people scavenging or running off in fear)

Hm, should we go to the food court or the armory. Food court can answer the obvious need for food, but odds are there are other people there too, looking for food. On the other hand, the armory is a tempting target, but we only have three shots, and we're only one guy.

>>11533069
Is right, 3 rounds isn't enough to make a dent in a horde, but it'll help us get armor, shields, nades, krak nades (just jizzed a little when I thought that), and we can better prepare to storm the cafeteria. Which when you think of it in a situation like this -everyone- will be goin for food so we can't run in there with empty clips a blazin'

We should at least check the cafeteria first. If we can get the food, then do so. If not, try to crack the armory.

>>11533051

Just a suggestion for the melta:

From what I understand, the melta shoots plasma, magma, some sort of bone-melty goodness. Instead of attacking individual targets, the melta would be of more use as a distraction, striking fear into the hearts of the Emprah's foes.

Also, it could be used to melt enemy emplacements or create cover by melting overhead supports.

>>11533051
>Look like everything's up to you. Again.
Good thing our guardsman has the mental prowess of 20 men.

>>11533095
>>11533069

The food can wait, no point on going there to get ambushed. At least at the armory, you know whats waiting for you. You say your prayers, hoping that God is looking out for you somehwere above. Maybe he is, and this is his twisted way of showing it.

The hallways are no less creepy than before, and now knowing there's a demon out there possible gunning for you makes the trip all the more worse. The blinking lights and rattling metal of the ceiling plays hovak on your nerves, but you peresevere none the less. People are depending on you, and you can't let them down.

Eventually, you come to the four way intersection from the night before. You quickly look down each the hallways, hopeing to avoid any nasty surprise. Thankfully nothing is out to get you. At least, not here. Just as you turn down the hallway for the stairwell, you here something in the darkness. At first you don't recognize it. Then, you simply don't want to beloeve it. It shouldnt be possible. Its a voice, feminine, and it says one thing.

Save me

>>11533255
..........well fuck..........

>>11533255
The warp is playing tricks on us. We need to keep focused.

can somone make a 1d4chan page for this quest?

Demons fuckin with him, she is either not here or not real. Stay on target. Oh and the meltagun is like a flamethrower, except it can shread armor like no other... Keep lasrifle with bayonet raised and ready, continue on target to armory, listen before exposing self for the guards, if still there then announce yourself. And claim purity with the blessings of the chaplain and a rosary to proove it, if that doesn't work overcharge las pack and toss as a grenade... Save the meltacharge but be ready to release all hell! We may be able to scavenge off the corpse from a las explosion, melta won't leave much though...

>>11533255

Follow the voice. What's the worst that could happen?

...

I kid.

It's the daemon out to get us, avoid it. Press on toward the armory.

>>11533344
Well we could get hot heretical sex with Eve who is apparently perfect.... I'd like to think we wore that slut out before leaving though... I mean... I would, and she couldn't say shit because I was leaving to be a guardsmen whose average lifespan is like 7seconds. She can get over a few bruises.

Captcha says: 00 caresses

>>11533255
Follow the voice. We could very well meet our death storming the armory; it would not be wise to anger a daemon of the warp when our soul could be at its mercy in short order. Let's see what (s)he has to say to us this time...

>>11533341
>>11533344
>>11533298

It can't be real, you know it. Eve's back home, safe. Not on some cold, god-forsaken heap of metal drifting through hell. It can't be. It just... it just can't be....

You resist the urge to turn back and look for her. Its so hard, knowing that she might be on this ship and needing you to save her. You know she couldn't possibly be here, and yet weirder things have happened. Maybe the warp stole her away to this ship, to torment you? She might have nsuck aboard, unwilling to be with out you. It doesn't matter. These thoughts are just distracting you from your real goal.

You press on, with your bayonet lasgun at the ready, moving down the hallway for the stairwell. It isn't long before you arrive. However, you notice something, under the metal door, in the crack beneath the door that lets its open, water is slowly trickeling through

What do you do?

>>11533413
Of the armory door? Check it. See if we can still get it open. Don't open it just yet.

>>11533438
I think he meant the stairwell doors. Remember it was raining in the previous threads?

(becoming really "dawwwwwwwwhhhh" in here.... Grow a fuckin pair and do your job. There are trillions of other warm places to stick your dick once you're safe.)

Avoid that door, it's probably flooded from the signs earlier. If we have some rope to remotely open the door to drain it, maybe try that... Otherwise check the lift, it was mentioned as a possibility earlier... Although enclosed space will suck.

>>11533462
It's just a slow trickle, so I don't think it's flooded yet. But yeah, there was the elevatus from the first thread

>>11533413
Take a deep breath, ready our weapon, and open the door.

But hey, if we drown because of a breached water pipe in the next compartment, don't blame me for us dying without tapping that daemon's delicious heretical ass...

>>11533512
Oh if we are engulfed in water and death is certain in the next round i'm down with a quick prayer to the chaos gods for sex with heretical demon eve... Even if Eve has a foot long spiked phallus between her thighs.

>>11533508
>>11533512

You open the door, slamming it open with your gun at the ready. A little bit of water floods out, making you immeadiately thankful for your leather boots that keep your feet warm and dry. The water isn't enough to puch you back at all, but the bottom of your pants are rather soaked.

Looking into the stairwell, you quikcly note the obvious, that its flooded and still raining. The rain isn't any worse. From where you are you can't seem much in there, though you could move in to get a better look. On the otherhand, that would put you in a place of definate warp presence.

What do you do?

>>11533566
Alright, what other options do we have? I'm in favor of closing it and heading to the another way if we can.

>>11533566
Question, GM, is the armory on a higher or a lower deck?

If it's lower, I say we seek another path. I definitely don't want to start heading down the stairs only to find that the door I need to go through has been submerged by the flooding. The elevatus, perhaps?

If the armory is above us, disregard.

There is a warp presence in the staircase? I'm confused now.... We've used the staircase already so we can guess it's sturdy and we know the path we are taking... But if there's a bloodletter standing in there.... Well about all we can do is offer to suck his dick

>>11533668
We have a meltagun. We could shoot him.

>>11533622
I'm pretty sure we've got the elevator

>>11533651
I'm pretty sure it was above, wasn't it?

As for the warp thing, wasn't it always rainging? Is that the warp presence? You need to be clear about this shit gm

>>11533700
Warp presence is some scary shit... I'm sure our guardsmen will probably end up crying over Jimmy if he sees it. I was curious if we confirmed it was water last time and not a river of blood flowing down on us...

I'm still saying we go for armory and get equipped to go raid the cafeteria and bring back some worthwhile supplies.

>>11533770
Sounds good to me.

>>11533700
>>11533770

You walk into the stairwell, hellbent on raiding that armory, come hell or well, high water. You enter the flooded starway, the water splashing off your boots as you work your way up the metal staircase with your un in hand. You cheeck the rain, reaffirming your previous realization that it was indeed rain. Halfway up the stairs, you decide the look down into the water, and proptly wish you didn't. For a second, you think you see something... swimming in the water. Great, just great.

Eventually, you make it up to the level where the armory is. Standing behind the doorway, you remember the previous battle, and how that turned out.

What do you do?

>>11533341
What Fred said, listen, announce, purge. If we get a nade we can use the concussion fro the blast in the water to kill or stun the thing below us in the stairs.

>>11533903
You listen closly at the door. Nothing, complete silence. No small chatter, no boots on metal of walking, just silence. are they still there, just waiting? Could they have an ambush planned? You sure they probably have the equipment in there, somewhere.

You wait there for a moment, mulling it over. In a a rare moment of perceptiveness, you notice something leaking out from under the door, a crimson liquid. Blood.

What do you do?

>>11533981
Sneaky, sneaky.... Stealth check this biatz! Open door, hope to god whatever it is has moved on so you can scavenge.... Or at least jump it with the meltagun if it's needed

>>11533981
Well, couldn't have happened to more deserving folks. Well, it probably could have, but they still won't be missed.

Sneaking in would be good here. Don't want to run headlong into whatever killed them.

>>11533981
Hmm... It's possible they turned on each other. They were seemed awfully trigger-happy earlier. Someone else could have already raided the armory and killed them in the process. They might still be in there.

Alternately, I suppose the daemon could have killed them for whatever reason. Still, I wouldn't be particularly worried about her. We've been at her mercy on several occasions, and she's spared us thus far.

I say we sneak in. If there are cultists in there, we may be able to get the drop on them.

>>11534039
>>11534013

You slowly open the door, doing your best to sneak about. You movements are as silent as you can, but there's only so much you can do when you walking in a gigantic puddle of blood. Oh God, the smell, its horrible! the scent of blood and death assault you nose, while the images ingrain themselves into you mind. The area outside the armory has become a kill zone. Bodies lie every where, blood freely flowing from the dead. Some are horribly burnt, many have holes and them. Some have been dismembered, missing whole limbs and other body parts. You get a quesy feeling in your stomach that you've grown all too used to when you see an eyeball just sitting there on the ground. Several bodies have been arranged as improptu walls to be used as cover, though from the looks of no one benefitted from the situation. The walls are covered with scorth makrs and holesl las-shots and bullents, as well as several dents from shrapnel.

The scene is sickening, and you almost double over to throw up, but your stomachs contents are already empty and you are suddenly reminded of your own hunger. At the very least, your not getting shot at. Speaking of which, where are the armory people? Are they still alive anymore you ask your self.

On one of the walls, near the bottom you see somethign written hastily in blood, more over to it, you squint to read it. It says, "God have mercy, for this monster will not." It ends in a bloody handprint, and below it you see a hand. It isn't attached to anything.

What do you do?

>>11534130
The horrors of the warp are fickle. They may have helped us by slaying the guards of the armory, but that's no reason to believe that we're safe.

Tempting as it may be, let us not waste time mourning the dead or investigating their fate. Collect what ammunition and weapons we can, and be on our way.

>>11534130
Make for the armory supplies, if we can't get their stealthy and we get noticed jump inside the cover of the armory. Let's hope the monster is full of that trypto stuff from turkey that makes you sleepy. Heh, yes I just hinted at the guardsmen being poultry flavored for their previous actions.

>>11534130
You collect what you can from the dead in the killzone, but it seems to be very little. Only a half douzen charge pack that have more than half a clip left. Though there are much more lasguns. Several of them are missing chargepacks altogether. Weird, you say to yourself, but then again nothing's been normal for a while now.

After gathering what you, you're left with the task of entering the armory.

What do you do?

Get that armor! First priority (if not attacked). Otherwise, grab shotguns, ammo, any potential food items.... Would it be too heretical if we canablized a little? I know our guy has the mental fortitude of a 2 year old when it comes to humans and that of a god when he is lookin into the very grin of a demon....

>>11534255
Sounds like there were some survivors of the battle, and these bodies had been looted already.

We should use caution when approaching the armory. Have the meltagun ready. They don't know we have only three shots left. If there's any resistance, hit them with the melta, and see if they're any more amenable to negotiations.

>>11534255
Psycker power, blew up charge while still in gun, kill guards behind cover like it was your grenade.... Damn these chaos are smart... Think they are starting to corrupt me!

Action should be spent getting inside and out of that killin field and then pillaging the big boy toys.

OP.
WHAT GOD ARE YOU SPEAKING OF?
IF IT IS THE IMMORTAL GOD-EMPEROR OF MANKIND, WHY DO YOU NOT JUST CALL HIM SO?

Seriously, you're not sticking with the fluff, the bible would not be called "A Bible", they don't worship Jesus they worship the Emperor. They don't just say "god", they are not Americans, they are Guardsmen, they call him "The Emperor"

>>11533255
>all the more worse

>>11534340
I'm thinking he is newer to the fluff and wanted a sweet love story mixed with some demon and twisted psychology that comes from the warp... And the attention that we give since it's 40k.

Still I'm slightly enjoying it... As long as the guard stops breaking into tears about some pussy years ago he had forgotten.

>>11534275

You slowly aproach the armory. The half wall from before that was used as cover by the guardsmen has since been closed, meaning that the only way in is a very secure doorway that could very easily be a trap. You exhuastively search over the door, making sure that no one has booby trapped it to the best of your ability. Oddly enough, it hasn't been secured. In fact, we you touch it, it just slides inwards, as if there asn't even a lock attached. You soon learn why.

>>11534340
The Imperial Cult isn't all that universal, particularly not on the less developed worlds, like the one this ship's IG regiment seems to have come from.

It's perfectly reasonable to assume that there are many places where old Earth religions have been co-opted by the Ministorium to simplify the integration of less civilized worlds into the Imperium.

>>11534417
>>11534417

Oh dear god you say aloud as you enter, the horrific scene reaching at your sanity. The door had been kicked in earlier, ripping off the various locks, enabling anyone to get in if they wanted. Why anyone would want in now though, is anyone's guess, but you rather wouldn't. You double over onto you knees as you get a frsh look at the carnage. The floor is littlered with limbs, chrage packs, bullets and blood. The main room, about tewnty feet by twenty feet, had been destroyed by battle, and desecrated by the victor. Several men have been gutted and torn apart, organs laying on the ground for all to see. A few have been nailed to the wall like some sort of macabre cross, all headless. They hang by nothing but there hands, which have been pierced through the palms by metal spikes. On the ground in the middle of the room, lies the sergeant from before. His jaw is missing, and there seems to be a ballpeen hammer stuck in his forehead, his brain oozing from the wound.

In one corner, you find the heads. All have been scalped, there tops exposed for all to see. You grab at your face, trying to take hold of the reality before you. And in the other coner is the perpitrator of the crime against humanity. He sits calmly down on a metal bench, as calm as if he has at home watching a television show. HIs flak armor is covered in blood, as is his face and scraggily beard. You avoid his eyes, afraid of what you might see, and instead focus on the aze in his hands that he's sharpening.

The man notices you, and with an abosulutely calm and normal smile says, "Why hello, who are you? What a wonderful thing it is, to see someone else alive. These guys aren't much to talk to, you now?" He guetures at the dead a s he speaks, making it sure who he's talking about.

What do you do?

>>11534417
Preparing for assrape

>>11534429

Squeeze that fucking trigger and turn the heathen bastard into a pile of gently steaming offal!

>>11534429
>Aze
Dat typo man. Daaaat typo.

>>11534427
>It's perfectly reasonable to assume that there are many places where old Earth religions have been co-opted by the Ministorium
Is it also reasonable to assume that in 38,000 years, Christianity is still a dominant religion on this particular random-ass planet, and that is has remain to unchanged that their holy book is still called The Bible, they still use rosaries, and they still use the sign of the cross DESPITE the fact that it has changed more than that in the past THOUSAND years?

OP just didn't do his homework.

>>11534429
FUCKIN' HERETIC!

Shoot him with the meltagun. Evaporate his treasonous ass.

>>11534452
Agreed. Melta him and his axe into slag.

Channel the rage over this heretics merciless slaughter of your fellow guardsmen, they may have shot at you, they may have been dicks to you, but they were tools of the Emperor just as you are, and they did not deserve the fate this man gave them.

Our guy can't vomit thank god... So stand the fuck up, at least try and look courageous and confident, and level that meltagun at that heretic's head and begin to purge him from existence, for the very ground he stands on is that given by the emperors naval fleet, and his very presence is a blight upon the Emperors name!

BURN!

>>11534458
Yeah, I know. Just trying to cover for OP.

The occasional fluff fuck-ups are a little annoying, but this is the first 40k quest I've seen in months that hasn't turned into RAPE RAPE RAPE within the first few posts.

pic related: Raperaham Lincoln is always related

>>11534429
As much as I'm usually a proponent of heresy, we really need to kill this guy. Bloody Khorne cultists, no fun at all...

I think we can spare a shot from our meltagun to be sure he doesn't get up.

Actually I've used rosaries as well as seals and scrolls... Granted mine didn't end in a cross... But prayer beads are cool as fuck and make great physical objects for helping a person remember their faith. Wrap that shit around your trigger hand's palm and never forget as you purge the heretics.

But I will agree, blessing with the cross, the bible over a primer, and the usage of god even in out of character description is a bit offsetting... But then again we get things like a heretic sharpening dat aze!

>>11534518
>but this is the first 40k quest I've seen in months that hasn't turned into RAPE RAPE RAPE within the first few posts.
Not for lack of trying, the first thread 2 seperate people were trying to get us to rape Jimmy's corpse.

>>11534575
It's still an option! With the way our guy remembers him and gets so teary eyed I still thing Jimmy and our guy had a few "experiments" at camp as kids... And then probably a few more at boot camp ;)

Oh, burn that fucker with the melta!

>>11534469
>>11534452

In a moment of panic or clarity, your not exactly sure, you bring up the metla gun and pull the trigger as fast as you can. You bearded man is fast, faster than should be possible for someone his size, he leaps up and charges for you. Something angry, berserk, and utterly mad. Rage fills his eyes, and before you know it he's upon you, you barely manage to dodge out of the way, but he's to fast to bring the gun to bear accurately, and you only have three shots. Its like a ballet of brutality and rage in the blood, him moving to fast to be targeted, you frantically dodging his attacks.

He screams at the top of his lungs, a blood chilling war cry that borders on the unnatural. It almost makes you want to give in, but your refuse to. Not while people are depending on you. In a wild gambit, he hurls his axe at you. It slashes the side of you left arm, and the force and surprise sends you backwards. You trip over a separated limb, and fell backwards onto your ass. The man smiles ferally, and picks up the hammer out of the sergeants head. It’s still covered with blood and grey matter, you know he intends to do the same with you.

You grasp at your wound, the pain too much and distracting you from matters at hand. He walks closer, savoring his victory. With a cruel smile he stands above you and says, "No skull, but a pretty new weapon all the same. I wonder what it does?"

>>11534616

Righteous fury fills your body. Jimmy isn't here to save you this time, but you won't die. Not yet, you still have to save Eve. Even if she isn't real, its still a good motivator. You grasp the meltagun in your hands, and raise it to his head, saying, "Here, let me show you." You pull the trigger and a crackle of super-heated air fills the room. His head is gone, his neck a cauterized stump and there's a hole in the ceiling where he used to be. His body slumps to the ground, dead.

>Part 3 end
>Part 4 begins tommarow, around the same time
>Any Questions? And yes, I will explain some things.

Respond with a one liner like "it purges the unworthy" and flip that wrist so the gun faces him with the least amount of full body movement (like a cowboy and his quick draw pistol). Fuck the splash of the weapon, the Emperor will protect the worthy.

>>11534630
Frak, I meant tommorow. Damn I'm tired. Also, the Aze thing. My bad, trying to get this out quickly so people don't lose interest

>>11534458
>>11534518

As for these... well, I'll just say I have a plan about this, which I think you'll be (hopefully) pleasently surprised with. I'm actually a big fan of 40k fluff, and have been playing for several years. You'll just have to find out where I'm going with this.

Oh, and about the bible specifically. I just call it that because I needed a name for a holy book and that's what came to mind.

I actually liked the aze part... Made me laugh and I still understood it.

Good thing we took only his head off... Remember we need to pillage his armor, axe, and anything else that can be used. Our guy needs to be a little more battle hardened after what he's seen and done, make him a little more badass and less mainstream emotional to reflect the humanity checks we've been through. At this point simple gore shouldn't really phase him (the stuff outside, not the ritualistic shit Inside.)

>>11534730
Thanks. I'm trying to make him less sensitive, like how he didn't completely lose it outside, but honestly I'm still trying to work on my writing.

Anyway, thanks everyone who's been reading and following on this, hope you're all enjoying it so far.

Keep going OP. I'm looking forward to our guardsman turning from green recruit to battle hardened RIP AND TEAR badass.

>>11534848
I'm looking forward to our guardsman going from green recruit to shell-shocked survivor, giving himself up to the daemon, and discovering the unspeakable joys of Slaaneshi heresy.

Thanks OP.

A very good read.