>>12726929
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: You are a knight errant, searching for a quest to bring glory and honor to your name. You are currently in the middle of nowhere. What do you choose to do?
Stranger: I decide to look for the middle of somewhere. First I need to find a mount. Go west!
You: you have a mount, and ride west
Stranger: Yay! What's the scenery like? Mountains, forests, lakes?
You: rolling hills and a little farmland
You: the are a coupl of forests nearby to the NW and SW
Stranger: I look for a farm. Gettin' a bit hungry.
You: you head to the nearest farmhouse following the farmed land
You: It's a small house, and run down
Stranger: Run down? Burnt?
You: just old
You: well used
Stranger: Ah. Knock on the door. Anyone here?
You: you knock on the door and are greeted by a young maiden
Stranger: Greetings, fair maiden. Can I trouble you for a glass of water and some bread, if you have some to spare?
You: the maiden is pleased by your manners and smiles kindly
You: "of course Sire."
Stranger: I would be most obliged.
You: "please, come in and I'll tend to your horse"
Stranger: Thank you, milady.
Stranger: I sit down calmly.
Stranger: Well, my fingers tapping the table a bit nervously.
You: you sit down at the table whilst the maiden heads out to take your horse to the back of the house
You: soon she returns with a plate of fresh bread and a jug of water
Stranger: I smile approvingly.
You: She smiles back

You: "I need to head off and tell the master we have a guest."
Stranger: Oh? The master?
You: "The master of the farm, yes. I'll be back soon."
Stranger: I was just wondering if you live here all by yourself.
Stranger: I'll take a small sip of the water first.
You: the maiden did not hear your last question and has left
Stranger: Figuring that the water isn't poisoned I take a few larger gulps of it and cut a fair sized piece of the bread, which I start munching.
You: You eat your meal and look around at your surroundings
You: The room is small and the furniture is worn
You: some farming tools adorn the walls
Stranger: Anything standing out?
You: nothing seems to stand out
You: though on close inspection looking for such things,
You: the fireplace has an engraving at the back, covered in soot
Stranger: I finish the loaf of bread I'm eating and stand up, walk to examine the fireplace.
Stranger: Brushing the soot away - what is revealed?
You: You brush the soot the reveal an engraving showing a giant smashing apart a village whilst small people run
Stranger: I wonder aloud if that is a depiction of something that really has happened.
You: "And still happening to this day." a gruff voice replies
Stranger: I turn towards the voice.
You: a man dirty from working is standing behind you with a hoe
You: "you're the grand sire?"
Stranger: Yes. I assume you are the owner of this farm?
You: "I am the farm's master yes, but not the owner."
Stranger: Ah! 'tis a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
You: "I very much the same for me sire."
You: "It's good to have someone who can help."
Stranger: So - this giant? He troubles the people around here?
You: "always, he destroyed the village and made his mark on the land."
You: "now he controls the landlord and has us do his will
Stranger: Alas! What a villain!
You: "We are few and most of the men have been killed by the monster."
You: "But we try to survive."

>>12726947
Stranger: How tall is this creature?
You: "Taller than this house, too tall to rightly say."
You: "I have not seen him since I was a child"
Stranger: Where does it dwell?
You: "In the caves to the south"
You: "It has turned them into his own palace through our hard labour."
Stranger: Wretched bum! Hmm... maybe I could persuade it to leave these lands, or better yet, dispose of it permanently, lest it go and terrorize other people in this land.
You: "I pray that you try sire, and will help in anyway I can. But I doubt it shall be easy."
Stranger: Hmm... I think I don't have a lance right now. Do you know of someone who might assist me to make a few?
You: "I have some farmhands who could try. None of us are skilled carpenters though."
Stranger: It's all right, dear sir. I am skilled enough to finish the work.
Stranger: Oh, and if you could lend me one of those chaps as a squire to carry those lances as I go on this quest.
You: "I shall ask one to do so and get to work immedietely. This is a chance for peace we cannot miss."
You: The farm master heads out
Stranger: Yes! Let us get to it!
Stranger: I follow him outside. I want to check my trusted old horse's saddle and whatever bags he's carrying.
Stranger: I seem to be carrying a knife on my belt, but what of my sword? I need to check it's in shape.
You: You draw your sword to check its condition and judge it to be in perfect condition
You: As you replace it, you feel a tug on your sleeve
Stranger: Hmm? I turn my head.
You: It's the young maiden whom you first met
You: "I could be your squire."
Stranger: Ye? Aren't you scared of that giant?
You: "yeah."
You: "But, we all are."
You: "And I'm sick of living like this."
Stranger: Well, I have no objections if your has no either.
Stranger: -if your master-
You: "I doubt he will,"
You: "I'm not as much use on the farm as the men, and he needs all the manpower he needs to make enough food for us after the giant has his fill."

>>12726960
Stranger: All right. Can you find a horse for yourself?
You: "I'll have one ready, don't you worry."
Stranger: Good! Then let's go have a look if those men have found and cut down some suitable trees to be made into lances.
You: The maiden smiles and gleefully runs off
You: Meanwhile, you head out to find where the men are making lances for you
You: you find them collecting wood and making piles in order of size
You: another man is removing the metal from several tools
Stranger: The metal? What for?
You: The man replies "I case you want to put a metal point on any of the lances, cause more damage I reckon."
Stranger: Ah yes! Don't waste too much for it, two or three lances with metal tips and another three without should be enough.
You: the man then begins to search for which metal would be most suited
Stranger: I doubt me and that lass could carry anymore anyway. Good man, do you happen to know her name? I forgot to ask it from her.
You: "The girl?"
You: "Mary"
Stranger: Ah - Mary. A beautiful name for a such a delicate-? nay, a strong woman.
You: The man gives a sly smile
You: The farm master comes up to you and asks you to inspect the wood for the lances
Stranger: I check the long beams they've cut, and select six of approximately the same length.
Stranger: I ask for an ax, and make some adjustments. Are the metal tips ready?
You: The man brings forth the most suitable metal from the tools and allows you to attach them to the lances
Stranger: I attach the tips, pushing them tightly to the wood.

>>12726982
Stranger: I have one final, critical look of the lances and then pick two of them up.
Stranger: Weighing them in my hand, I finally say aloud my approvement, and ask for some help to carry them to the horses.
Stranger: I hope Mary is ready to leave already.
You: The men are noticably proud of their work and carry the lances to the back of the farm house
You: There Mary is waiting with your horse and a donkey, both packed for the journey
Stranger: Excellent. I attach two of of the lances to the saddle and saddlebag straps and take a third to my hand as I get up on my horse.
Stranger: I wonder how well can Mary carry the other three.
You: She follows you and attaches 2 to the donkey's saddle and mounts the old beast carrying the other
You: She has no difficulty
Stranger: Are we ready to go, girl?
You: "Yes sire, I'll show the way for you and you can kill the giant."
Stranger: I say goodby to the master and the workmen and then urge my horse for a short sprint, before settling to a slower pace. As Mary catches up with me I ask her to ride besides me so we can discuss strategy.
You: The master and farmhands wave and wish you luck as you leave, Mary keeps up quickley and quickley says the route before listening to your strategy
Stranger: Is it very far from here? Is there some small hill or similar near the entrance to the cave from where we could spy a bit before going in?
You: "The caves have many rocks and boulders by the entrances, and there's a gully we could take to head in unseen, though we'd have to dismount to walk through it until we reach the entrance to the giants cave palace
Stranger: Hmm... is there an entrance by which there's a larger field to fight on? We would need that for battling with the lances.

>>12726993
You: "I'm told the entrance has been cleared with a path along it to the main road where the village used to be, but I have never seen that far."
Stranger: Do you mean at the entrance to which we'd be going through that gully?
You: "no, I've often used that to see where the caves are, but I've never been further than the edge of the caves. The older men who worked to build the palace say they made a large path going from the entrance of the giants palace to where the old main road was."
Stranger: Very well, show me the beginning of that path. Does the giant live alone or does he have any minions?
You: "He keeps the landlord of the area as his prisoner for some reason, but otherwise alone."
Stranger: In that case I see no reason to hide, but to ride to the main entrance proudly. Slowly, treading carefully, but proudly.
Stranger: Lead the way.
You: Mary looks at you with a sparkle in her eyes and proudley shows the way
Stranger: I try to keep my horse a few feet before her mount, ready to defend her if we are suddenly attacked.
You: You head on your way, soon reaching the old main road, the ruins of the village are still strewn about the place
Stranger: "Let's pause for a moment. Better to rest for a spell before going in for the kill."
Stranger: I examine the ruins, keeping Mary near me just in case.
Stranger: Trying to find any traces, hints of the giant brute's dimensions.
You: The ruins are too old to see how large the giant is
You: But as you examine them, you see something run past in the corner of your eye
Stranger: What was it? I sprint after it.
Stranger: And what do I catch?
You: You ran after what you think you saw, but find nothing

>>12727001
Stranger: Well, bummer.
Stranger: I get back to Mary and tell her to get back on the donkey. We continue along the road to the cave palace.
You: She seems a little spooked by your tone, but complies quickly and eagerly
You: Soon you find the path she was talking about, and not another sign of whatever you saw
You: Ahead you can see the entrance to the giant's cave palace, on either side is a statue of the giant, but you sspect they are smaller than the real thing
Stranger: How tall is that statue? I ask from Mary: "Is that the creature? Does it have a name?"
You: The statues seem to be 10ft tall each
Stranger: Mere ten feet?! I have fought and slaughtered taller creatures!
You: "I would think so, I've never seen this far, nor the giant either."
Stranger: "Very well. Let's get back a little", I say and we get to about a hundred yards from the entrance.
Stranger: I check that I am carrying two metal tipped lances strapped to the horse and a wooden-tipped in my hand.
Stranger: I ask Mary to leave two of the lances by a large rock nearby and carry two. If I should ride back towards without lances, she should rush to give me one.
Stranger: Otherwise try to stay out of the way.
Stranger: Wish me luck, I grin.
You: She grins back "You make sure to take me with you when you win as well." She shouts as she runs towards the rock
Stranger: Aye. Another smile before I turn my back and put my lance forward.
Stranger: I ride to about halfway from Mary to the entrance. A few more steps forward.
Stranger: "Hullo, anybody home?" I holler.
Stranger: "Like a big, slimy giant?" I whisper with an impish grin and a short giggle.
You: The large doors to the entrance open and the giant strides out.

>>12727011
You: A huge Monster
You: At least 40ft tall
Stranger: How huge?
Stranger: Wow. Pretty impressive. I shan't show any fear though.
You: wearing a heavy looking leather shirt and carrying a narrow club
Stranger: "Greetings! Are you the resident of these caves?"
Stranger: I ready my horse for a quick move, just in case.
You: "WHO ARE YOU!" the giant seems to bellow
You: he stratches his beard and brings his club to his shoulder
Stranger: I am a magnificent knight errand, and by the edict of the people of these parts, I have come to drive you away.
Stranger: Dost thou comply willfully, or do I have to use violence, creature?
You: "I SHALL NOT BE LEAVING ANYWHERE LITTLE TIN MAN!"
You: "THIS IS NOW MY PLACE!"
Stranger: I beg to differ, I say defiantly.
You: "AND WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!"
Stranger: I pull the reins a bit and the horse steps a bit forward as I direct the tip of my lance towards the giant's stomach.
Stranger: "I am going to gut ye, o puny creature."
You: "COME AND TRY IT! I COULD SWALLOW YOU WHOLE!"
Stranger: A step back and sidewards as I still keep the lance directed at the giant.
Stranger: "I am not afraid of you!"
You: The giant stays where he is, but keeps both hands on his narrow club
Stranger: I stare directly at its eyes.

You: he keeps his grip on the club
You: "iF YOU AREN'T AFRAID, WHY DON'T YOU COME AND GET ME!"
Stranger: I control the horse, take it a small circle backwards and then urge it to a gallop towards the giant.
Stranger: Ten meters away from it I sway sidewards and throw my lance aimed at its head.
You: The giant lowers his club ready to hit you, but your lance strikes him in the head and knocks him back in the pain
Stranger: I gallop away from the brute and take the other lance to my hands.
Stranger: Back at the position from whence I talked to the creature I re-evaluate the situation.
You: the giant recomposses himself and prepares for another charge
You: "WHAT WAS THAT? I FOUGHT YOU WANTED TO FIGHT ME?"
You: (giants aren't good at spelling see)
Stranger: I glance the creature's club, figuring its approximate weight and size.
You: As you look closely at the club, you see it to be about 15ft long and about 3ft across, but narrow along its length creating an edge.
You: Looking closer still, you see one of these edges has been fitted with a steel blade
Stranger: Well. I freeze for a moment. And then do another gallop towards the creature.
Stranger: This time I sway to the other side, earlier, but again throwing my lance at its head.
Stranger: Then gallop towards Mary, shouting for her to get me both metal-tipped lances.
You: The giant, learning his lesson from last time, bats the lance away with his club and chases after you
Stranger: Oh. Crap. I take my sword.
Stranger: One lance will do! I shout.

>>12727019
You: before you can get close to Mary, he is on top of you and takes a sweeping horizontal swing at you
Stranger: I lift my shield against the club, hopefully it helps.
You: The club swings low and cleaves your horse's legs clean off
You: The poor creature falls to the ground in a bloody legless mess and you fall with it
Stranger: I get up as fast as I can and turn towards the giant. "Well, aren't you a murderous brute!"
You: It doesn't seem to listen as it raises it's club up to hit you
Stranger: I run by and between its legs, making a leap and trying to gash at its groin or leg as I pass.
Stranger: I run for about twenty-five yards before turning back.
You: the club misses and the flat of it strikes the ground as you run under the giant, missing his legs with yor swing
Stranger: "A bit slow, aintcha?" I holler.
Stranger: I stand my ground.
You: the giant raises his foot up above your head
Stranger: I roll away and get back up.
You: the giant grinds his foot into the ground, as if he got you.#
You: he didn't see you roll away
Stranger: I take my knife and throw it at his eye.
You: (are you sure, he is 40ft tall and you no more than 6ft)
Stranger: I re-consider it and resist the impulse. I put the knife back to the sheath and lift my sword.

>>12727037
Stranger: I quietly try to circle towards Mary behind the giant's back.
Stranger: I sign her to stay put and to throw me a lance.
You: as you circle around the giant, you see that Mary is gone
Stranger: Well, bloody - where has she gone?
You: What's worse, the giant realises you are not dead and finds you and brings his leg back for a kick
Stranger: I raise my sword, ready to swing or sting at a kicking foot.
You: you swing as he kicks, jumping out of the way at the same time
You: a gash cuts across the length of the giants foot as he misses you
Stranger: I hope that hurt! I think.
You: he gives a shout of pain and takes a couple of massive steps back
Stranger: I take some quick steps towards the giant and throw my shield at his groin.
Stranger: Then I have a quick look at the rock by which the lances should be. How far is it?
You: the shield misses below his groin by a few feet
Stranger: Oh, I quickly retreat.
Stranger: Keeping my sword ready to strike, holding it in both hands.
You: over by the rock, about 20ft away, there are 2 of the metal tipped lances positioned against some smaller rocks in a way so that you could grab them easily and be ready with them
Stranger: How far is the giant?
You: about 40ft away
You: beginning to close carefully

>>12727044
Stranger: I sprint towards the rock as fast as I can, take the sword to my left hand and reach out with my right, in preparation to pick up a lance.
You: you take a lance and look back to the giant closing on you, almost at his swinging distance
Stranger: I spin back towards the giant, take a quick measure of aim and throw the lance aimed at his throat.
Stranger: And get the another lance as fast as I can.
You: the first lance strikes his chest and falls harmlessly from him as it fails to puncture his leather shirt
Stranger: I take the other lance, shout "perkele!" viciously, another quick measure of aim, this time at his left eyeball.
Stranger: I don't pause to watch as the lance flies, I look for the fallen lance, is it on the ground. Are the giant's leg apart, could I take another sprint and gash from between them?
Stranger: I quickly, in a few splinters of a second evaluate several possible strategies.
You: The first lance is by the giants feet, well out of sensible reach, and shattered from hitting his chest.
Stranger: Bummer.
You: The giants legs are apart as he continues to close on you
Stranger: I take a chance for another sprint. I gash at the giant's unwounded leg's heel as I pass between them.
You: you begin to run at the giant, but he takes a horizontal swing at you with the bladed edge of his club
Stranger: Damn.
You: you jump back as it just misses you
You: but
You: just then
You: the giant falls to his knee and screams in pain
Stranger: Oooh - what's the matter, little friend?
You: you look closely and see a lance sticking out of his achillies tendon in his right ankle
Stranger: I look for Mary.
Stranger: Keeping another eye on the giant.

>>12727053
You: you see Mary run behind the giant and into the dense rocky area to the side of the path
You: The giant tries to stand, but falls back to his knee
Stranger: I carefully approach it, ready to step back, sword ready to strike.
You: the giant notices you and brings his club down towards you
Stranger: I take some steps back.
You: the club misses and snaps on the ground from the strike
Stranger: I take a quick run toward the giant, looking for a chance to strike its club hand (I assume it's right-handed?) or its fingers.
Stranger: (Is it screaming in pain from the previous injuries?)
You: with his club now split in two, you are able to run towards his right hand (not anymore, but he can't stand on his right foot)
Stranger: I aim for the wrist for a deep gash.
You: you strike the giant in the back of the hand as he moves it and your sword becomes imbedded
Stranger: I decide quickly to try to get it off, if not, retreat with a sprint.
You: you give a pull, but the giant raises his hand up
You: your sword is stuck to the hilt and you are lifted off your feet as he raises his hand
Stranger: I get my knife.
You: the giant is again distracted by the new wound
Stranger: I slash at his hand as fast and as many times as I can in a matter of seconds, before letting go of the sword and dropping to the ground.
Stranger: I get up and sprint away. Is there a lance in sight?
You: you see that Mary is behind you with the last lance ready
Stranger: I gesture for the lance with puppy eyes.
You: she hands you the lance quickley and excitedly
Stranger: I give her a quick smile before turning back towards the giant.
Stranger: "You had your chance, mongrel."

i kinda want to do something similar but i would think the vast majority of users would instantly disconnect the second i started up

You: The giant looks down at you from looking at his hand
Stranger: I look the brute fiercely straight in the eyes while aiming, preparing to hurl the lance.
Stranger: I take a sprint towards the giant and throw the lance, aimed very carefully at its throat.
You: the giant waves his hand to stop the lance, but misses and the point cuts deep into his neck
You: grabbing at his throat the giant gags and bloob pours out
You: *blood
Stranger: I take a few steps back, taking out my knife just in case.
You: the giant gasps for air in vain and silently screams as the blood continues to flow before slowly blacking out and falling to the ground
Stranger: I approach, still carefully, and go to get my sword.
Stranger: Do I hear any sounds of life from the giant anymore?
You: the giant lies still and silent
You: blood continues to flow from his neck, but has slowed down
You: taking your sword from his hand provokes no response from the still beast
Stranger: To provoke any reactions I slash its right forefinger off.
You: you cut at his finger to the bone before the sword sticks in
You: no reaction, and the wound barely bleeds at all
Stranger: Well... good. "Looks like it's dead," I shout to Mary. "Can you find a lance that's not broken? I want to flip this guy over and check that he's a goner for sure."
You: Mary gives a little jump "I'll look for one."
You: She runs off erratically in search of a lance not smashed
Stranger: I measure the creature, wondering any clever way to turn the heavy giant over.
You: The giant is lying on his side,
You: you can see his face from the other side
Stranger: Well, I get to that side and see if I can push him to lie on his back.

>>12727071
You: you head to the other side and start pushing in vain, the giant's body won't move
Stranger: Well, maybe once Mary gets back... But now have a look at his face. Are the eyes still open?
You: the eyes are now closed and he draws no breath
Stranger: I walk to the nostrils, and gripping the sword a little tighter try to figure if any air is coming out or going in.
You: using the sword to see if any moisture is coming from the giants nose, you see that he is now certainly dead
Stranger: I say to myself: "Well, I'll be damned if he ever gets up." Now where's that pretty maiden?
You: you can see Mary running around rantically looking for a lance which isn't broken
You: She isn't having much luck
Stranger: I clean my sword against the giant's leather shirt.
Stranger: "Stop looking, we don't really need one." But if I could get the one that finished the job out, it would be a good demonstration to the people of the fierce battle we had.
Stranger: Maybe later. I go to Mary. "Did you say that the giant has a prisoner?"
You: Mary ignores your question at first and runs up to hug you
You: "you did it!"
You: "The giant is dead!"
Stranger: I embrace her back and say: "WE did it."
You: She glows with pride and has the largest smile you think you've ever seen
Stranger: I try to get a good smile on my lips, and manage some kind of a grin.
Stranger: "I couldn't have done it without you, my fair maiden."
You: She kisses you and jumps up again in joy

>>12727078
You: Congratulations
You: You killed the monster
You: Saved the villagers
You: and got the girl
Stranger: Yay! Did I get the girl?
Stranger: Yess.
You: But you see in the corner of your eye,
You: the same figure from the ruined village
You: as you look at it, it disappears
You: ...
Stranger: Hmm?
You: Well, story over, I'm off now
You: it's been a while
Stranger: Yeah. 'twas nice. Signs out too. Thanks for the experience.
You: glad someone was here to not talk cocks for once.
You: have a pleasent time
You: bye
Stranger: Ditto. Prosper and live long.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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>>12727078
Stranger: We bang. Roll to bang. I wanna bang her.

>>12727069
I won't lie. Most do. And most of those who don't go about >i rape stuff lawl

But occasionally, it all comes together. It took about 5 minutes of disconnecting till I found this guy. Though I was lucky that day.

>5 million fa/tg/uys log onto omeggle

I just went on and got this.
>Stranger: hi 16 m usa u?
>You: YOU ARE WITHIN A DUNGEON
>You: THE EXITS ARE
>You: NORTH
>You: WEST
>Your conversational partner has disconnected.

>>12727208
yeah. That'll happen a lot.

Best to type up a beginning and copy paste it until someone actually wants to play along.

>>12727238
get on omegle, I want to adventure those adventures!

>>12727208
You: YOU ARE WITHIN A DUNGEON
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

>>12727270
ok

I'll be on for 10 minutes, checking away. I'll stay longer if I find a fa/tg/uy

>>12727295
ok I'm back

didn't meet any of you this time round. But met someone else who kind of played along

They did the whole >i rape stuff lawl so I repayed kind with kind. here's the past 10 mins and how not to do it.

>>12727485
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: The great beast of Ancoor has plagued these lands for too long, will you take up your sword to fight it?
Stranger: yes
You: Grand hero
Stranger: i will shank that bitch
You: You are in your home village
You: the few old timers who live there are weary of the beast
You: and the young and fit are few
You: what do you do?
Stranger: have a party?
You: ok
You: you have a huge party
You: taking all the food and drink left in the village
Stranger: yeah it's a pretty huge party
Stranger: yeah

>>12727492
You: it was a magnificent party
Stranger: i know, best party ever?
You: But you have used up all the food and drink
You: now your people will starve
Stranger: no they wont
You: and the beast is still present
Stranger: we are going to rade another village
You: You gather the villagers who are not too hung over
You: and arm them with farming tools
You: and head off to the next village
You: here, the people have been preparing to defend against the beast
You: and walls surround the place, with watchtowers
Stranger: we tell them we are here to help
Stranger: so they let us in
You: they see that only a few of you are there
You: but they need all th help they can get
You: believing you
You: they allow you entrance

>>12727503
Stranger: We then make drinks for everyone putting sleeping powder in it
Stranger: so they all fall asleep
You: only a few take the drinks
You: the many more refuse
You: choosing to attend to their duties
Stranger: shit .... ermm
my men steal the wepons of the sleeping men
and kill the rest in the village
You: You and your men take the weapons of the sleeping
You: slitting their throats as you do so
You: But when you attack the weary
You: they are ready
You: trained
You: and not hung over
You: they kill your men and take you prisoner
Stranger: oh shit
Stranger: erm

>>12727190
I certainly did! Launching a SF adventure.

>>12727513
You: "why did you do this?"
You: "are we not all under threat from the beast?"
Stranger: 'i am a whore'
Stranger: i tell them to let me out and use me as bait for the beast
You: They refuse
Stranger: fuck
You: "since you think yourself a whore"
You: "you shall be used as one"
You: They place you in stocks
Stranger: oh, great
You: and throw rotten food at you

I told someone they were in a jungle, they even rolled a 3D6 for strength check but I got randomly disconnected.

>>12727528
You: they then bring out a bull
Stranger: the beast attacks the village
You: The following is very messy and not too pleasent
You: And indeed the beast attacks
You: due to your foolish actions
You: the people are not prepared
You: and the beast destroys the village
You: likewise
You: the bull destroys your rectum
Stranger: :O
You: what goes around comes around
You: enjoy anal prolapse
Stranger: wow, this story would make an amazing childrens story
You: moral is
You: don't kill people
You: or you'll be sodomised by cattle
Stranger: don't have partys
Stranger: or you will do stupid shit
You: bye then
Stranger: BYEEEEEEEE

Damn I wish I had the OP as an omegle chat partner.

>>12727550
I'll be on and off until the end of the hour, posting results which last longer than a few minutes. I'll stay longer if I find a decent chat, you might meet me.

>>12727571

If you meet me the code word will be "/tg/".

>>12727614
sure, talking to someone interesting now though

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: The great beast of Ancoor has plagued these lands for too long, will you take up your sword to fight it?
Stranger: INDEED.
You: A great adventure awaits you1
Stranger: WOOOP WOOPP
Stranger: WAKE UP SHAKE YO' BOOOOOTY.
You: You start at you're coffee shop with you're pocket tank and your knife.
You: Choose direction:
You: North;West;East;South
Stranger: NORTH YOU BITCH.
You: You are atacked by a wild escimoe!
You: Choose:
Stranger: :o
You: Fight;Use skill;Use item;Run like a pussy
Stranger: hmmm..
Stranger: FIGHT?
You: you kick him in the balls and he falls to the ground.
You: YOU ARE VICTORIOUS!!!
Stranger: woot woot!
You: You loot his 5 dollars and continue on your adventure.
You: Choose a new direction.
Stranger: SOUTHHHHHH
You: You go back to your town.There you meet your bros.You do:
You: Talk;Brawl;Visit shop;Leave town
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

>>12727634
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: You awake in the hospital, the fluorescent light above you flickers as you struggle to remember what happened, or even who you are. As you get up, you find the door out is locked. what do you do?
Stranger: Hi, I am Jiiklesez. I am an android built by the Swiss government with the sole purpose of intelligent human interaction. Please feel free to communicate with me.
You: hello Jiiklesex
You: would you like to play a game?
Stranger: Yes. A game sounds delightful.
You: it's called a Role Playing Game
You: you are the character I have described
You: talk me through your actions, and I talk you through the consequences
Stranger: I walk to the window and look out.
You: you look out of the window into the daylight
You: you see that you are several stories up
You: the window outlooks onto the courtyard

>>12727690
Stranger: Is there anyone in the courtyard?
You: you look carefully for any life, but see none
You: the courtyard is pristinelly clean
You: but not even a bird song is heard
Stranger: The door is locked. My injuries do not affect my ability to stand or walk. I use whatever is available in the room to pry at the door.
You: picking up a metal folding chair, you begin to pry at the door
You: it moves and the latch is brocken, but chains on the outside hold it firmly in place
Stranger: I look around again. The ceiling tiles are not sturdy. They can easily be moved and taken out, if only there was a way to climb up.
You: the bed seems sturdy enough
You: and an empty bookcase is by the wall
Stranger: I pull the bookcase to the wall closest to the door. Using the little strength I have I climb up into the ceiling. I crawl towards where the hall is. Falling through the ceiling, I end up laying in a daze in the middle of the hall.
You: the tiles were light and easily moved
You: you are indeed in the hallway
You: where a much different site meets you
You: Dried blood and offal covers the walls and floors
You: the place looks like a slaughter house
You: Are you still there Jiiklesex?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Does anyone have the dressed-up skeleton one?

Come on /tg/

Work your magic!

Man I've been trying to get the OP as my chat partner for like, forever.

>>12727784
doing a pirate adventure with someone now.

I'll post when it's done

I ams ad i've ran a few adventures now and havn't found true fatguys or OP

>>12727964

Man I've been trying to find one of you guys who are running adventures.

Theres only two of US I think?

well guys,

still going with the pirate adventure here
It'll probably be my last tonight. But I shall return tomorrow. I'll make a thread again at 2100 UTC.

It'll be more of me on omegle and posting things which last. Hopefully we can meet then.

>>12728073
I'll still post it here first before retiring though. but you might have to wait.

>>12728093
oh

The other guy disconnected, or there was a problem. But I like the tale, so I'll post it so far anyway.

>>12728169
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: Waves crash upon the ship as it heaves along the ocean. The floor sways and the cabin rocks, as you kick about the empty bottles with your peg leg. What do you do next?
Stranger: Yarrrrh! I drink a fift of rum !
You: you take a bottle with some of the precious liquid still inside and take a hearty swig
Stranger: There be sharks there
Stranger: chtulu is one crazy old man
Stranger: he loves to take light baby sailors asunder
You: aye, a look through the window shows sharks swimming alongside
You: and you remember the tales of the old ones
Stranger: and he makes thee look like a small fish in a barrel of rum ahrharhar
Stranger: yarrrh!
Stranger: I remember those
Stranger: times eaten by those deadly seas
Stranger: aye, the salty water is mercyless
Stranger: don't you agree saylor ?

>Stranger: hey m or f?
>You: YOU ARE WITHIN A DUNGEON
>You: THERE ARE NO MALES OR FEMALES ABOUT YOUR LOCALE

>>12728179
You: Arrrr
You: that it be
Stranger: how about we go after that piece and seize the booty enclosed in the dark waters ?
You: a fine idea of yours
You: the map is under your hat
Stranger: thar it would shake the skinny queen legs
Stranger: har har har
You: and marks the way to the treasure long lost
Stranger: the X marks the spot
Stranger: yarh true my old friend
Stranger: lets go
Stranger: bring the best men's or the drunkest ones
Stranger: we must set sail by evening
Stranger: with luck we will get ashore even before we get scurvy
Stranger: har har
Stranger: all aborad!!! those who fear no demon !
You: har har
Stranger: *aboard
You: You climb up on deck
You: and with fire in your heart call out your orders
You: set sail!
You: To Skull Island!

>>12728190
You: The men are in good cheer and you are off, to seek the buried trasure of Old Bones Pete
Stranger: when I started roaming those forsaken seas it was yet called the Face Island , ar ar ar
You: har har
You: such humor is the mark of a good pirate
Stranger: that bastard Pete still ows me a ship and 10 men lives
Stranger: take no more time
You: the journey lasts for 3 days
Stranger: pirates only use their mouths for two things
You: but the men's spirits are high and the time flies
You: soon, you have reached Skull Island
Stranger: holding a knife and drinking rum, all else is time wasted
Stranger: Thar, easy as a young girl booty
Stranger: Yarrhhh what lies there ?
You: The beach ahead is clear and with white sand
You: though narrow and leading into thick jungle
You: rocks are cast about the coast line, but clear enough to make land with the longboats
Stranger: lets get ashore quickly, chtulu never sleeps!
You: Archor id dropped, and the men pile into the small boats with their arms and digging tools
Stranger: "Hit land men!"
You: row hard me lads, for soon we shall be rich as kings

>>12728200
You: Ans the beach is soon reached, and the boats brought up to the jungle edge
Stranger: *squints eyes from the bright sun*
Stranger: Yarrrrh! This sand tells many tales, fear not lads, we have our knifes in our advantage
Stranger: let's get the booty
You: the jungle's heat seems to steam as you make way
You: cutlass and machette are put to use to cut a path
You: and you take your place and count the paces
Stranger: the captains best friends
You: '300 paces North ye shall go'
You: then 200 south'
Stranger: This way lads, I can already smell it
You: for buried tresure of Old Pete is stowed
You: in the place where the grass lies in his mouth
Stranger: Yarrrh! There could be no mistaken, this is the spot
Stranger: the land is still moist from the digging harharhar
You: you count out the paces, and come to stand on a large boulder,
You: theough the land is moist around from digging
You: there is no mistake
You: the paces lead directly onto the rock

Actually you'd be surprised at the amount of people who actually respond are. I mean, it's still like 1 out of every 5, but if you just skip the bad ones you can usually find something to work with within a few minutes.

>>12728217
Stranger: Aye! my friend
Stranger: Men, break your backs on thee
Stranger: lift that blasfemous boulder
You: the men rush up and begin to heave
You: but the boulder does not move
You: no matter how many men, or how hard they try
Stranger: more sweat in those foreheads! waht are you ? sissys ?
You: the men try again
You: and heave and ho
You: with a bottle of rum
You: but it is no use
You: the boulder is too deep in the ground
Stranger: darn that forsaken bastard Pete
Stranger: it's better protected than a virgins flower
Stranger: "lets use arquimedes law ... (oh wait)"
You: well educated pirates
You: how dangerous can you get
You: As you think and ponder, you paces the area
You: all around the boulder was dug not long ago
You: but the boulder is where the treasure is
Stranger: Yahhr!
You: but you remember the riddle on the map
You: '300 paces North ye shall go'
then 200 south'
for buried tresure of Old Pete is stowed
in the place where the grass lies in his mouth

>>12728226
Stranger: Errr....
Stranger: This pirate has never been good with riddles
Stranger: besides those who can be worked around by fist force
Stranger: Darn !
Stranger: I curse you Pete!
You: the men are tired from their futile efforts and make rest on the boulder they tried to lift
You: some look at you anxiously
Stranger: Skipper go get us one more barrel of rum
Stranger: heads only ach by two reasons, or by thinking too much or by drinking too much
You: Skipper heads off to fetch more rum from the longboats
You: whilse the other men rest
You: Soon he is back, and carrying on his shoulder the precious alcohol
Stranger: lets make camp here lads, tonigh we sleep under the stars!
You: the men are tired and disappointed,
Stranger: Let me take a sip of that precious liquid
You: Skipper takes the barrels yet again, but trips on a tree root
You: Disaster
You: The rum has spilled everywhere
Stranger: *sighs* defeated by a ordinary boulder
Stranger: the treasure must be cursed!
You: it soon seeps into the ground around the boulder, which before was soft, but now has become a little marsh like
Stranger: curses! why did I only brought drunk men
Stranger: ?

>>12728237
You: As the men grumble and scorn Skipper, they make camo around the dreaded rock
You: but you notice, their steps and the marshy ground has begun to reviel more of the boulder as they walk around it
Stranger: make shifts ! we want no lousy scares ..
Stranger: you tell the truth
Stranger: something's fishy here
You: As you set up guard duties, you look at the boulder once again and notice something
You: the shape is strange
You: whilst it seemed very round at the top, it has sloped almost vertically
You: and two small but distinct arches have shown themselves on one side
Stranger: Yahhr! I wonder why such weird object was placed here...
Stranger: Skipper, this old dog eyes can't foresee this arches in the dark... tell me what this looks like
You: Skipper heads over to inspect the arches
You: "they are carved in to the stone itself Cap'n"
You: "And about the sixe of my hand"
You: *size
Stranger: let's try to clean this dirty over them
You: Skipper begins to dig at the arches
Stranger: *dirt
You: sorry
You: he cleans the dirt off them
You: they are flatter than arches normally are, and have no markings of carvings
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

>>12728245
That was as far as it got.

The idea was that the boulder was actually a statue of a head (think easter island) buried in the ground, with the treasure, and the cursed bones of Old Pete, in it's mouth.

Well until 2100UTC tomorrow fellas.

Damn I wish I could find one of you guys!

FFFFFFFF this makes me want to GM a wordsy knight-based RP game.

I got a live one but I couldn't help myself.

You: You are a knight errant, searching for a quest to bring glory and honor to your name. You are currently in the middle of nowhere. What do you choose to do?
Stranger: go north
You: Across the undualting plains you see a homestead in the distance. WHAT DO?
Stranger: go to homestead
You: As you approach the homestead, an old man, dressed in ragged clothing steps out the door. He is armed with a pitchfork, but relaxes when he sees you.
You: WHAT DO?
Stranger: pass the door
You: Pass the door, must be some sort of tactical geni..
You: CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED

>>12728399

You still doing omegle?

Come on! Don't die on me!

is this a /tg/ meet up thread?

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: ಠ_ಠ
You: You awake to find yourself in a dark alley. Ash falls down from a brown and clowdied sky as the sound of many footsteps come into focus. What do you do?
Stranger: play the game
You: you play the game. the very secretive game only known to people who have been alone for most of their life. you have unfortunately lost.
Stranger: Nigger
You: you spot a nigger in the distance what do?
Stranger: Youre doing it wrong
You: you tell the nig that he is doing it wrong. he looks at you puzzled.
Stranger: Koffing i choose you
Stranger: ಠ_ಠ
You: you send out your koffing. it however is confused what do?
Stranger: Super restore
You: your koffing is now at full HP nad is no longer confused. the nigger has sent out a slowpoke
Stranger: Koffing uses Poisen its super effective
You: the slowpoke faints but it was all just a ruse! The nigger stab you in the back and runs away with your koffing. 5 seconds go by as you are respawned once again

>>12728877

Stranger: Load from last checkpoint
Stranger: CCCCCCOMBO BREAKER
You: You awake to find yourself in a dark alley. Ash falls down from a brown and clowdied sky as the sound of many footsteps come into focus. What do you do?
Stranger: Falcon PUNCH
You: you punch into the air. but nothing happens
Stranger: Fap
You: you masterbat in private or public?
Stranger: whatever you want Brother
You: you climb ontop of a building and jizz all over the passing crowds
You: none seem to care
You: forever alone.jpg
Stranger: Nigger
You: the nigger reapears!
Stranger: THIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW!
You: you atempt to make the nigger realize that this is all just a story. He realizes and now has joined your party
Stranger: inb4 shitstorm
You: a shitstorm has dawned upon the city as greentext and umad reaction images rain from the sky. What do?

>>12728909
Stranger: Hate... Haters gona hate
You: you start trolling innocent passe bys and their rage meter increases as you gain a level. congratulations you are now a: "internet haet machine"
Stranger: You sir are a worthy Opponent
You: I WAS THE FINAL BOSS ALL ALONG AHAHAH
You: IT SEEMS YOU HAVE FOUND ME OUT YOUNG ANON
You: PREPARE TO DIE!
Stranger: Alt f4
You: you close the window you are now looking at your desktop. what do?
Stranger: Open /b/ folder cry and realise...
Stranger: Forever alone.
You: you go to 4chan and are forever trapped there as you become a fat ronery neckbear. you have failed
You: try again? y/n
Stranger: y
You: You awake to find yourself in a dark alley. Ash falls down from a brown and clowdied sky as the sound of many footsteps come into focus. What do you do?
Stranger: Holdyou close
You: you hold your imaginary waifu close. but alas she is nothing but pixels
Stranger: femon?
You: you call out to the femanon that you defeated earlier but you receive nothing but instructions
Stranger: ...
You: you pause for a second realizing that your DM can only exist as either a cold hartless DM or a ruthless evil final boss. what do?
Stranger: Accept fate fap.
You: you find this oddly arousing and you fap. shall you do it in private or in public?
Stranger: Ask the audiance

so /tg/ what do?

>>12728915

Find the queen and fap into her face in an attempt to make yourself king by dishonoring the former king and challenging him.

>>12728996
fuck i just disconnected

>>12729003

D:

>>12728996
>>12729003
Ha...ha...oh wow.

This is pretty awesome once people realize that you're serious.

My transcript. I went infocom style, rolling dice here on this end in a basic 2d6, need 8 throw system for just about anything,

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: ಠ_ಠ
You: /tg/

You are standing at the gate to an ancient castle. The walls are overgrown with moss. It is a bright, sunny day and you can hear birds singing.

Your inventory is: A shortsword (1d6), a lockpick, a set of thin leather armor, a dagger, and 20 feet of rope (grappling hook attached).

Exits are to the south, down the ancient road, and north, into the castle.

What do you do?
Stranger: go to the castle
You: You pass through the decript gates and enter a large courtyard. It is a little chilly here, and there are fewer birds.
You: Exits are down a staircase in a tower, north to the great hall, and south.
Stranger: use shortsword on birds
You: Rolling 2d6 -5 for difficult hit.
You: Rolled a 3. As much as you try, you can't hit the birds.
Stranger: Damn
Stranger: Go down the staircase
You: It is damp and musty. There is some sort of barely-luminous fungus on the walls. Ahead, it is utterly dark, not even the fungus is growing.
You: A bat glides by your head.
Stranger: SHIT
Stranger: KILL THE FUCKING BAT
You: 2d6-4
You: Rolled 7, 7-4=3. You miss.
Stranger: go ahead
You: You missed it.
You: You can;t see it anymore, it flew into the courtyard.
Stranger: Alright. Just go ahead
You: It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.

Stranger: I'll beat the shit out of any grue I see. Push ahead
You: A grue attacks you for 2d6 damage from behind. Your armor negates 2 points of damage.
You: The grue rolled a 7. You now have 10 hp.
Stranger: pistol whip him
You: It's dark and you can't see, but you strike out anyway.
You: Rolled 2d6-4
Stranger: I chopped his motherfucking head off
Stranger: I know it
You: Rolled 11, 11-4=7. The tip of your blade barely skims its hide and it gives a little squeal. You hear growls from ahead and you know that more grues lie ahead.
Stranger: I'll kill all of those fuckers
Stranger: Keep chopping em up
You: A grue tackles you from in front and you are knocked backwards. Your sword falls from your hand and strokes the stone floor, throwing a spark up. At the spark, there are squeals of fright and you can hear the grues running back.
You: strikes*
Stranger: Aaah shit we got this now. chop off a piece of my rope and light it on fire with the sparks off my sord
Stranger: sword*
You: The spark went out quickly, and there's no oil around to soak the rope in to catch the spark. You remember, however, the luminous fungi in the hallway behind you.

Stranger: Grab a shit ton of it. Hurry.
You: You run back and fill your hands. It's slimy and cold, but gives off a pale light.
Stranger: Run back, waving it around like it's a fucking bomb
You: The grues growl, but give way before you. One unfortunate one sounds as if he's trapped in a corner, and you can here it trying to desparately push itself away from the light.
Stranger: Just leave it. Keep running until you hit a wall
You: You keep running until you hit a wall. It's made of stone and rather hurts.
You: You can see that it's not actually a wall, but a pillar in a large open hallway.
Stranger: Spread the fungi around so you can see everything, and then look around
You: You spread the fungi around you, but it doesn't go far. You can see faintly a high arched ceiling about 15 feet above you. The hall continues onward.
Stranger: God damnit. I don't have time for this. Pick it back up and keep running
You: You reach the end of a hallway. There is a large, thick oaken door. it is locked.
Stranger: Use picklock on door
You: The door swings open and a giant axe blade swings down. Next time, consider checking the door for traps.

Stranger: Fuck
You: Do you attempt to dodge, parry, or hold firm against the blow?
Stranger: Holding firm would be fucking retarded. Just dodge it
You: 2d6 to dodge.
Stranger: Roll away
You: You roll a 7, required 8. The axe catches you a glancing blow on the side of the head. Being a glancing blow, it does less damage. 1d6 damage, -2 for armor = 4.
You: You wake up with a throbbing headache, a little less blood, and 6 hp.
Stranger: What's in my inventory?
You: A shortsword (1d6), a lockpick, a set of thin leather armor, a dagger, and 20 feet of rope. You are wearing a cloak, trousers, a shirt, and adventuring boots! (tm).
Stranger: Alright man. It's been fun. I have to go eat though. Maybe we'll meet again and start from here.
You: Alright, you have fun. You make it through the door and find a chest. You manage to fill your coin bag, make it back, and become rich/fat/the toast of the local kingdom.
You: Idea courtesy of /tg/. Stop by some time if you enjoyed this.

I feel bad though, imagine what'll happen if he does come here. He'll be so disillusioned.

bumping this amazing thread?

>>12729674
This was me. Thanks for introducing me to this board.

Poster of the last story here. I've got another underway. Copypasta soon. Background here:

"/tg/
You are a barbarian. Your father was once king of your mighty tribe, but fate has forced you far from home. Your uncle deposed you, usurping your father's throne, and you have sworn revenge.

You are standing in a grassy meadow. It is a bright, sunny day and you can hear birds singing.

Your inventory is: A ration of food, a full waterskin, an axe (2d6 damage), an iron spike, a dagger, an empty coin pouch, and 20 feet of rope (grappling hook attached).

You are wearing a cloak, thick leather armor (damage reduction of 3), a tunic, trousers, and boots.

You have 20 hp.

Exits are to the north to the badlands, south to the village, east to the desert, and west to the forest.

What do you do?"

>>12729987
Hey, no problem. /tg/ is awesome.

>>12729987

Watch out for those bats. Heard they like to buzz you.

Trying to introduce Omegle denizens to warhammer is a laborious task. Still, if anybody encounters a Knight Errant quest prompt for Theodoric, please play along.

Holy shit.

We need our own random chat server dedicated to nothing but roleplay. Omegle for fa/tg/uys.

this thread deserves archiving

>captcha: operation forplace

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: Hello there! Glad to meet you!
Stranger: Welcome to the world of POKEMON!
Stranger: My name is Oak.

>I AM FUCKING EXCITED!

>>12730511
Was a massive let down.

>>12730575
why?

>>12730605

Cause pokemon is gay as hell.

So is this still going or did everyone stop?

>>12730855

I'm in a RP still with a guy. Intending to do several more after this one ends. I'm having fun.

it's not that good but I was getting bored so I tried my hand at improvising something. didn't go so well.

You: As you enter the clearing you spot a rustic old house in front of you. The windows are gone and the hinges appear to be as old as the gods themselves. through a tattered curtain you spot a shadowy figure. What do you do?
Stranger: Approach slowly.
You: You approach with the utmost grace and caution, taking account the wind to hide your presence. You reach the door.
Stranger: I hold the door knob with my left hand, keeping my right fist ready for anything.
You: As you open the door, you begin to see more of the inside of the house. Standing in the hallway in front of you is a small raccoon.
You: The beast stands like a champion on top of the cow hide it has tracked mud all over.
Stranger: I choose to keep the front door open in order to make for a quick escape. I slowly move towards the living room to my left, watching the beast with both eyes.
You: As you approach the living room, through the corner of your eye you notice that the beast has not only made a mess of the cow hide but most of the first floor appears to be in complete disarray.
You: You arrive in the living room there is a grand piano that seems to have partially fallen through the floor boards and a fireplace.
Stranger: I start to ponder if there may be more of the animals around. I take a quick glance into the crevice the piano has left while looking for any type of instrument to use as a weapon to defend myself.
You: In the small hole left by the piano you can see only the dark blackness of the unknown below. As you continue to examine the room you notice a candle devoid of it's wick that was obviously been burned without a candle stick atop the mantle, next to it a small harp.
Stranger: Thinking out loud "What the hell was going on here" I remember the figure I had seen before I came in. Remembering I'm not alone, I grabbed the closet thing to me, which was a brass lamp.

same guy as >>12728877 exept this guy was less /b/

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: You awake to find yourself in a dark alley. Ash falls down from a brown and clowdied sky as the sound of many footsteps come into focus. What do you do?
Stranger: listen the steps. how far are they
You: they are at the entrance to the alley. only a few meters away
Stranger: dont move. just lie down like dead
You: you lie down and pretend you are dead. however no one comes and the steps dont seem to be coming into the alley
Stranger: look around. is there anything useful nearby
You: there is a dumpster and a broken bottle as well as a few garbage cans
Stranger: search the dumpster
You: you search the dumpster and find several used needles, 25 dolars and a dead baby
Stranger: say ''holy ******'' but slowly. take the needles
You: you take the needle and leve the canol- i mean baby
Stranger: think ''probably a nuclear bomb exploded a few miles away from here or im in the middle of a rage/zombie epidemic'' then prepare for the worst
Stranger: leave the alley

>>12730913
You: You hear scurries from all over, it seems as if the entire house has come alive and is moving all around you. floor boards creek and you can hear the distinct scurrying of animals below you, a window breaks, You hear foot steps coming down the stairs. the lamp you have picked up presents a firm grim as the moister from your sweaty palms has mixed well with the dust that was previously covering it.
Stranger: I run towards the kitchen to find a more suitable weapon. Looking through every drawer there. I only find dust, and nothing more. Everything has been stripped from the kitchen. It's almost as if someone knew I was coming here. I turn to the right towards a door. Assuming it was some sort of closet, I open it. I see nothing. Dark, and nothing but dark. I hear the front door slam, so I figure I have no choice but to run into the unknown...
You: As you run into the unknown you trip landing in a mixture of mud a feces, you hear a bellowing yet raspy voice from above: "I am Rogass prince of darkness, Master of this realm commander of all that step foot within these walls!" Then in an almost meager voice by comparison "I assume you saw my add?"
Stranger: O.O

>>12730919
You: would you like to go to the street or into the bar through the back door
Stranger: street
You: you stumble out onto the street. everything seems normal. the news on several TVs in a electronics stor nearby
Stranger: watch news. carefully. check the expressions if theres anyone nearby
You: '... the fire from the nearby biochemichal facility rages on as fireighters struggle to keep it contained. people are advised to wear facemasks even though the chemichals are not conagous...". people are acting nonchalant though most are wearing face masks.
Stranger: take your shirt off. use it as a mask
You: luckilly you have a bandana and yyou use that as a mask instead. However a loud hacking cough can be heard nearby
Stranger: look at where the cough comes
You: the cough is coming from a nearby buissnesswoman. severla others arounde her are starting to cough too. a man close to you calls the police.
Stranger: keep your distance. listen what the man tells police
You: you listen into the conversation as the woman stats coughing up blood. "hello, im on 5th and La Santa, there is a woman here who looks pretty bad. Uh yeah i wont get close."
Stranger: think ''im in the middle of an epidemic, ****'' then look into the bar through the window
You: the time is 10:45 am so the bar is mostly deserted exept for a few regulars. shuffleing and moaning can be heard down the alleyway you were just in.
Stranger: look around
Stranger: look around if theres any place better than bar
You: the woman who was coughing earlier lies still as the other around her are in convultions
You: there is earls elctronic store, Adult videos and toys XXX, and Rays meats butchers shop.

>>12730947
You: you can also try climbing the fire escape of a building to get on top of a building
Stranger: try to climb it
You: you go back into the alley. A friend of yours named pete has just turned around the corner.
You: Climb the ladder, or talk to pete?
Stranger: listen if theres any more moaning then talk to pete
You: Pete cries out in a primal screem drowning out any other noise and is running twaords you
Stranger: wait him to aproach you in cold blood. then kick him in the chest to push and knock him down and... RUN!
You: he comes in fast but you push him back with a well timed push kick you run out of the alley only to hear another. primal scream coming from where the woman once lay.
Stranger: run into the bar
Stranger: close the door if you manage to get in
You: you run into the bar. "hey hobo john you must really need that drink today huh?" says the bartender.
You: the door is one of those pnumatic doors that automatically close
Stranger: tell him to just look at outside through the window
You: he walks up to the window and is subsequently impaled in the face by a long black tentacle. the patrons are in shock.
Stranger: faint now.. no dont do that look under the counter if theres anything useful

>>12730913
It's a good idea to go in with a basic idea. I have the same basic backstory I keep copypasta'ing and recycling.

Oh, and this thread is now archived. Keep up the epic.

>>12730975
You: you jump behind the counter and find only bottles of whisky and a gun case thats locked. the buisness woman enters through the window she has now grown four tentacles out of her back.
Stranger: think ''max brooks would kill me... come on moron. think..''
You: tentacles slowly creep accross the counters searching for a victim
Stranger: try to pick the lock with the needle
You: suddenly two loud shots and a scream peirces the air
You: unfortunately you do not know how to pick locks and it dosnt open
You: a police officer can be heard talking on a radio
Stranger: listen him
You: "antagonizer down. Now we just need to mop up the grunts
You: "all right any survivors"
You: "negative"
Stranger: stay quiet
You: the police officer leaves the bar.however you can hear someone trying to sneak up on him
Stranger: -shout- ''behind you'' (damn it!)

>>12730978
good idea let me cook up some maid back story, because that is where I was trying to go.

>>12730993
You: the officer turns around but it is too late. Pete had come in through the back door and has slashed the officers neck with the brocken bottle from outside
You: the officer falls down but shoots pete in the head instantly killing him
Stranger: check the cop
You: the cop has bleed to death and is carrying 25 shotgun shells and a pump shotgun as well as hadcuffs a night stick and a two way police radio
Stranger: take all then get out
You: you take it all, do you go out onto the street or to the alleyway?
Stranger: alleyway
You: you go out onto the alleyway a thumping can be heard in the dumpster and several gunshots can be heard.
Stranger: try to climb the fire ladder
You: while climbing up you hear a voice say "hey you" from nearby.
Stranger: look at him/her
You: a woman in a tanktop shirt a few windows down says "what the hell is happening down there?"
Stranger: say ''i know this is crazy but theres a ****** epidemic that turns humans into creatures down there, im goin up''
You: "this i gotta see. Ill meet you up there old man." she yells back.
Stranger: think ''i was twenty when i blacked out, now im a grandpa.. life sucks..'' keep climbing

>>12730895

Alright, Theodoric's quest is over with. Here's a chat log while I think up another prompt.

You: You are Theodoric, Knight Errant of Gisoreaux, on a quest for glory to attain the status of Knight of the Realm. You are atop your steed in the middle of the road, what do you do?
Stranger: I charge headstrong into the wilderness looking for a quest to bring me to my quota
You: As you ride, you come across a small and isolated farmhouse. What do you do?
Stranger: I stable my steed, ready my Sword for battle. Calling loudly to see if anyone is there.
You: A downtrodden peasant stumbles from the doorway, covered in filth and grime and hobbled over almost double. With a horible twisted face, it looks up at you in surprise.
You: "Mercy sir!" It calls out as it slides through the mud towards the feet of your steed, catching the glint of steel in your palm. How do you respond?
Stranger: Hello,...... Sir. ( Deepening my voice to sound stern) I am traveling across the lands in search of a great quest and have come upon your farmhouse.
You: The peasant grovels in the mud, averting its gaze as you speak. A lengthy pause grows as it eventually looks up to you, still not meeting your eyes. "We have no quests here, sire. We're just a humble pig farm." Its voice is horrible, scratching and abrasive. He gestures towards the farm, made up of a simple house with smoke rising from a bent chimney, and a pair of mud-strewn paddocks filled with dirty pigs.

>>12731020

You: What do you do?
Stranger: Im sure you have a name, I am Theodoric Knight Errant of Gisoreaux. Here,(reaching for a water pouch) have a drink, you look awful thirsty
You: "Thank you sire!" It says, greedily grasping for the flask as his eyes go wide. It pours the water sloppily down its throat, spilling most onto the ground.
You: "I'm called Bohrs, sir." He says lazily, still staring up at you on your steed.
You: How do you continue?
Stranger: Taking the flask, I say, "Very well then, I have to be going. be safe on your farm here, Bohrs, this is a path known for theivs to travel.
You: "Thieves, sire?" He chuckles. "No Thieves here, sir. Nobody goes in the woods, thieves or not. All afraid of the Beasts, sir." He says, gesturing widely to the woods surrounding you. He seems to mean something specific by the term Beasts.
Stranger: "Beasts" you say. Please tell me more of these beasts
You: He acts surprised. "You don
You: t know of the Beasts, sir?" He asks. "Terrible creatures. Walk like men, with the heads and legs of creatures. Stronger than ten men, they are, sir." He says, beginning to scare himself. He looks over his shoulder frantically and then up at the sky briefly before looking back to you.
Stranger: *With a semi-disgusted look on my face* i say "Sounds terrible, but i am here to conquer anything in my path. Please Bohr, at dusk escort me to where you have seen these beasts. I will do what i can to purge them from this area.
You: "We don't go out at night, sir." He says, gesturing to his cottage. "But if you go into the woods, they will find you." He smiles slightly.
Stranger: "Find me" you say. Griping my sword firmly. Thats just what i want
Stranger: You will be safe under my protection tonight. just come with me.

>>12731012
You: you climb up the ladder to the roof top with a shed and a watertower.
Stranger: get into the shed
You: the shed is a tool shed. there is a sledge hammer, various power tools and a welder.
Stranger: get out. look at the city
You: the city has a hue of brown to it due to the ash blocking out the sun. from up here you can see the cathedral, Reamon towers, and the cranes from the port. you hear a door open behind you.
Stranger: look at the door
You: "hey, hows the view." says the girl. as she closes the door behind her
Stranger: say ''it looks beautiful, doesnt it?''
You: "looks like chaos to me" says the girl. "but still i dont see any epidemic."
Stranger: say ''i dont know how but some of em turn into queenlike creatures and make nearby people turn into grunts''
You: "wierd, do you know where the body of one of these queens is?" she asks
Stranger: say ''you re not a theoretical biologist, are you''
You: "well i work in a cannery..." she says timidly, "Id still like to see what it looks like though."
Stranger: say ''looks like you dont wanna stay on this too safe rooftop anymore, lets go''
You: "can i at least get a weapon?" she asks

>>12731032

You: "No sire, I cannot. Without me my family will starve. Lady protect you sir, for I cannot." He says, as he hobbles back towards his cottage.
You: Somewhere a dog howls as you notice its beginning to get dark.
You: What do you do?
Stranger: I mount my steed and continue into the dark, slightly disappointed that I could not help other than a drink, but i would find another quest. Riding off into the dark with my sword drawn in case of ambush.
You: As you ride through the wilderness, and dark slowly engulfs the woods, you begin to hear noises from the trees surrounding the pathways.
You: Do you halt or continue onwards?
Stranger: I sheith my sword and light my torch( Thich stick wraped with cloth diped in oil) to light the way. speeding away on my steed. (those noises sound scary)
You: You quickly canter down the roadway, kicking up dirt as you ride. As you round a bend, your horse skids to a stop, neighing as it tries frantically to halt. A large tree blocks your path.
You: As you try to calm your horse, you begin to hear something barreling through the bushes to the side of the road, twigs and leaves snapping and whistling as they get thrown out of the way.
Stranger: I dismount, Sword drawn in one hand and torch on my horse(Torch holder ftw) I yell loudly WHO IS OUT THERE SHOW YOURSELF
You: A loud squeal reaches your ears as a massive pig lunges from the undergrowth, enormous tusks curling from twisted lips. It rushes towards you, squealing loudly as it does so.
Stranger: Sighing, i dodge the Hogs rush and strike its back legs as i twist around. It grinds to a halt on the ground its back legs broken and hanging by thin flesh
You: Squealing hideously, it flails wildly, with its tusks finding ground in the belly of your steed.
You: The cries of injured animals pierce the air, distracting you from the cracking of twigs in the undergrowth.

>>12731035
Stranger: say ''you can choose the nightstick or the sledge hammer, the sledgehammer fits you perfectly with your excellet strenght, hehe''
You: "hey im not some weak little kid okay, anyway what about the shotgun in the bar on the first floor?" she says.
Stranger: say ''oh, i forgot. yeah i found it. here's the case'' give it to her.
You: "didnt you unlock it with his keys?" she inquires.
Stranger: ''nope x |''
You: "alright lets go find those keys then. By the way the names Maxine, but most people just call me Max." she says
Stranger: ''i must be john, i found myself blacked out on the street. by the way i think i'm a homeless. sounds sweet huh?''
Stranger: climb down without waiting for the answer
You: you are both now in the alley everything is quiet now
Stranger: walk into the bar
You: you both enter the bar. "Oh wow..." max says in shock from the carnage
Stranger: ''do you know wheres the keys''
You: "its probobly in his pockets" she says
Stranger: ''yeah... blackout : |''
Stranger: check his pockets

>>12731046

Stranger: Rushing towards it I punt the hogs skull finishing it off though by steed is slightly injured. Luckily like a good knight i payed attention in first aid class
Stranger: I turn quickly to see a towering beast as discribed by bohr
Stranger: My face stoic from the sight. Adrenaline rushes through me ( My steed already ran off) I grip my sword and prepare for battle
You: The great Beastman bellows loudly at the sky before looking back to face you.
You: He hefts a large club and swings it effortlessly towards you in a low arc, aiming for your legs.
Stranger: Dodging at the last second im am struck in the leg, Not bone shattering but sure to be a massive bruise, adrenaline rushing i charge shoving my sword deep into the rugged flesh of the beast
You: It hollers in pain, throwing spittle towards you as it stretches its neck towards your own. It latches onto your arm and begins to pull you closer, aiming to brings its arms to bear on your body. The grip it has is fearsome, and you have little hope of breaking it as you play tug of war with the terrible beast.
Stranger: Reaching for my sword still in the beast (luckly in reach) I ripp it out and land a one handed blow to the beast's arm, as it squeals in pain i wiggle loose and stumble to my feet, Panicing i rush the beast again going for the legs
Stranger: Thinking of my family and friends i am determined to not give up
You: As you hack off a leg, tie creature falls to the ground, still bellowing as its blood stains the ground a black crimson.
You: Its noises are echoed from the wilderness, as if in response, several more howls and screams erupt.
You: You can hear the noises of movement in the woods as the creature breathes heavily, bellowing ceased as its wounds get the better of it.
You: What do you do?

>>12731054

Stranger: I take my sword and slit the throat of the beast. assuming that more are approaching i take off. Literally running for my life. there is no way i could handle more than one at a time
Stranger: Noticing its high morning the sun just barley peaking over the dense tree tops I call my horse
Stranger: spoting it in the distance i hurry twards it
Stranger: I remeber what i was doing now.
Stranger: applying the first aid treatment to its belly. I begin walking along side it. back on the path now
You: As the morning sun crests over the treetops, and your wounded steed slowly lopes beside you, you take stock of your surroundings.
You: You have slain a great beast this night, and stories will no doubt be made of your prowess and heroism in the face of such an enemy. For now, however, your life depends on escaping the grasp of the woods and making it back to civilization, where perhaps more quests may await you.
You: Unfortunately, I need to go, so I have to end it there.
You: Sorry for being such a bad DM, I was improvising this on the go.
You: Thanks for playing along.

>>12731048
You: you find keys and a lighter
Stranger: take the lighter give the keys with case to max
Stranger: ''cmon lets see whats inside''
You: she unlocks the case and now wields a double bareled break shotgun.
You: "wanna trade?"
Stranger: ''sure, take this pump action''
Stranger: now we re both armed, everything looks quiet, we found a rooftop with a shed
Stranger: if you dont have anything so exciting after this point mr stranger, i think i have to go to bed, its 04.13 am here
You: oh sorry i had to do my laundry
Stranger: no problem
You: anyway so max asks "so where to?"
Stranger: i mean if you have an end or surprise for this part of the scenario, you can tell me now cuz i really have to sleep. i have a class at 09.00 : /
Stranger: why did you divide that smiley omegle?
Stranger: : /

>>12731068
spoilers ahead

You: oh lol no basically i was just going to have you goto the port to escape
You: but there was an alternate ending
Stranger: i was planning to use that towers as a long term shelter
You: well actually the towers were the alternate end
Stranger: probably i would get infected too -_- ...blackout
Stranger: i mean the towers are not a good idea in an airborne epidemic
You: cause max was teh daughter of a Reamon corp top executive and you could escape through helecopter and know more about the bacteria
You: like how it wasnt airborne
You: well actually it was
You: but it wasnt through inhalation that you got the virus
You: it was through skin contact
You: goodnight stranger in the darkness
You: hope you dont get infected
Stranger: thanks for the post apocalyptic fiction, i really like it

Would a modern warfare prompt be interesting to anybody? A guy on foot patrol in Afghanistan or something when his section comes under fire? Or maybe something with a Chinook crashing on a mountainside and the character is the only survivor trying to get back to a friendly FOB?

>>12731088
>mfw i just realized Hobo John = Ice King, Maxine = Marceline

>>12731153

Make it futuristic and you got a deal.

>>12731303

But I'm so much better at modern than futuristic.

What kind of future stuff would you like to see?

>>12731343

Something mass-effect like. I mean I'm just speaking for myself here but I'd rather role play in a world that's different than this one.

>>12731429

Eh, I think the moment has passed. Is there anybody else still looking for a game, or am I just randomly bothering people on omegle?

I would hop on Omegle and try something myself, but I don't like the randomness of it all. Would rather start something absurd on the sup/tg/ irc.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: 17 f horny
You: OH GOD A WOMAN
You have disconnected.

I know I shouldn't have, but for some reason i can't stop laughing.

>>12731471

I've been looking for a game and I'll keep looking for a game for about another hour, maybe more if I find a game. I keep finding people saying "what is air" and other shit like that.

>>12731513

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: IM NEVER GONNA BE INSIDE OF YOUUUUUU
Stranger: YOUR NEVER GONNA BE INSIDE OF HALVO
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

This took about 4 seconds.
I didn't even have time to do anything more than stare at the screen in shock.

>>12731519

Lots of people asking "what is air".
Have not found a game yet, am sad.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: be creative.
You: Mmk.
You: You wake up suddenly, the creaking and groaning of wood surrounding you. You're moving along some sort of a bumpy surface. Actions?
Stranger: wow. pretty creative.
Stranger: i actually meant something ridiculously funny
You: Upon further inspection, it seems that you are in some sort of a wagon, bundled up in some rather warm blankets.
Stranger: but that works well.

I'm having much difficulty thinking up an unusual prompt.

Maybe a survival horror situation in the Second Battle of Fallujah. Yeah, that would work out well.

I just tried for about 30 min and got only one responsive person. he decided to go kill him self rather than face off against a river troll. end of story.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: 23 black male us u?
You: AUGH!
You: BLACK!

>Its hard to find people on here... le sigh.

>>12731651

I laughed quick hard.

>>12731658

Quite.

Not quick.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: hi
You: /tg/?
Stranger: wat?
You: no then.
You: Tonight may not be a good night.
You: I think every fucking board on 4chan is invading.
Stranger: WHY NOT?
Stranger: oh god
Stranger: what
You: ALL OF THEM.
Stranger: invading here?
You: Yeah.
Stranger: OK GOOD
Stranger: GET RID OF THE TUMBLR KIDS
You: /tg/ just want's to play games.
You: /b/ keeps posting 'what is air'.
Stranger: LOL those bitches
You: And i think someone from /d/ just tried to cyber with me.
You: It was.... odd.
Stranger: sounds hot
Stranger: lol
Stranger: I bet
Stranger: all these horny teenagers are bothering me
You: Interestingly enough, I AM a horny teenager. I just don't bring that shit to Omegle.
Stranger: hahah good call
Stranger: It's creepy
Stranger: Being a girl on here is hard. surprised any of them ever show up anymore
You: i hear ya.
Stranger: well stranger
Stranger: I got more people to troll before the night is out
You: Same here.
Stranger: lol
Stranger: enjoy
You: Trying to hook up with /tg/.
You: Later.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Wait, did i just have a NORMAL conversation on Omegle?

Between us and the trolls, I didn't think that was doable.

You: You awaken to the rough jostling of the wagon around you, its wood groaning and creaking over every bump in the road. You seem to be bundled up in some rather thick blankets, and the inside of the wagon itself is rather dark. What do you do?
Stranger: ?
Stranger: lol
Stranger: umm. freak out?
You: You panic, tossing the sheets off of you and shakily get to your feet, screaming at the top of your lungs.
Stranger: yayy(:
Stranger: haha
You: Light enters the wagon as someone pokes their head inside, looking to see what all the commotion is about.
You: "Hey! Are you finally awake?"
Stranger: yepp. where the f am i?! haha okay enough with the wagon talk.. asl?

>Still searching. Sigh.

>>12731695

I'm having a normal conversation with a female seamstress.

Pretty entertaining.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: Hello?
You: /tg/?
Stranger: HEy
Stranger: ??
You: Meh. No /tg/, but no 'what is air'.
You: I'll take it.
You: What's up 'stranger'.
Stranger: ok you take it hen
Stranger: then*
Stranger: Not much
You: You have nothing to talk about.
You: Why come to Omegle?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

I have no words.

How many people from here are still doing this?

You: /tg/?
Stranger: WE HAVE TO GO BACK KATE!
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Oh God, I laughed so hard and I don't know why.

>>12731766

I am, but I'm currently occupied with my seamstress who wants to talk about burlesque.

>>12731766

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: I'm a big ol boy with an itch to scratch.
You: That sounds kinky.
You: I'll play along.
You: Safe word 'Oklahoma'.
Stranger has disconnected.

Dammit, you wanna cyber? I'm down, just don't fucking disconnect every five seconds.

I'm here, keep getting ASL tards though.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Oh what the fuck.

Now they aren't even TRYING to start a conversation.

What the shit.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: /tg/ ?
Stranger: FOREVER ALONE
You: D:
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
........ :(

>>12731817

Oh my God. I think she's my ideal woman, if everything she tells me is true.

>>12732002
FIRST RULE OF INTERNET IS:
TRUST NO ONE ON THE INTERNET.

Also, may have found someone. Awesome.

You: You awaken to the rough jostling of the wagon around you, its wood groaning and creaking over every bump in the road. You seem to be bundled up in some rather thick blankets, and the inside of the wagon itself is rather dark. What do you do?
Stranger: I look around and try to assess what the heck is going on. I couldn't even remember what had happened before.
You: You throw off some of the thick blankets and attempt to see what is around you in the dim light. The wagon is stuffed full of an assortment of goods and gear, and your chest seems to be wrapped in bandages. A small amount of food and water is near you - apparently you've been there for some time.
Stranger: Odd, why can't I remember? I grab the water and sniff it, realising that I am thirsty, I take a small sip.
You: You take a sip of the water, careful not to spill it as the wagon shakes from side to side. You start to suck the rest of it down thirstily as you realize that you seem to be very parched. You try to think back before the wagon, but you cannot remember beyond your awakening. Its all a haze.
Stranger: Setting the water down, I rub my head, trying to bring up thoughts of what had happened "Damn it, why can't I remember?" I whisper softly.
You: Your whisper is drowned out by the noise around you as you rub your head fruitlessly in an effort to remember. Your thoughts come up up against a void, a deep emptiness in your mind. Nothing. Not even your name remains.
Stranger: Sighing, I reside to sitting back and waiting for whoever it is driving this wagon to come back here and talk to me. Whoever it was would need to make sure that I was still alive. As a precaution, and just to help me have some truth, I check in my clothes and nod. I couldn't even remember that I was a guy.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: heey sweetie
You: I tried to bring sexy back, but I forgot to keep the receipt.
Stranger: hahah ohh you funny! wanna talk dirty a lil
You: Sounds kinky. I'll play along.
You: Safe word 'oklahoma'.
Stranger: alright baby. i assume ur a guy
You: Let's keep the mystery alive.
Stranger: nah i gotta know so i can really get dirty
You: You don't think performing for a stranger is dirty?
You: Someone so wrapped in their own mystique you don't even know what the are.
You: Only that they watch.
Stranger: well all i know is i like dick a lot
You: See, i can only appreciate this sort of thing if you take it serious.
You: Otherwise we're just going through the motions.
Stranger: i like the motions
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

I wonder how long it took her to realize I was fucking with her.

>>12732002

When you have to leave tell her that the conversation was interesting, but that you have to leave soon.

Ask for her e-mail/AIM/name so you might pick up the conversation later.

And be sure to tell us what happens.

/tg/,

I just had the greatest RP I have had in months. All because of you, and OP's laughable suggestion.

I'm the anon who did >>12729674

Here's the results of the hour and a half I just spent with one person. It's a baw story, it's a cutebold story, it's out-of-character for any barbarian but the Beastmaster. I love it. To the point that we're continuing via email.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: hey 17m
You: RP time, brought to you by /tg/.

You are a barbarian. Your father was once king of your mighty tribe, but fate has forced you far the home of your childhood- your uncle deposed you, usurping your father's throne, and you have sworn revenge.

Hardened from 23 years of wandering and hunting, you have 20 hp.
You have high strength, low intelligence, and medium dexterity.

Your inventory is: A ration of dry bread, a full waterskin, an axe (2d6 damage), an iron spike, a dagger, an empty coin pouch, and 20 feet of rope (grappling hook attached).

You are wearing a cloak, thick leather armor (damage reduction of 3), a tunic, trousers, and boots.

You are standing in a grassy meadow. It is a bright, sunny day and you can hear birds singing.
Exits are to the north to the badlands, south to the village, east to the desert, and west to the forest.

What do you do?
Stranger: wield ax
Stranger: go into forest
You: You feel strong with your trusty axe in your hand!

You stride into the forest. It is dark and cool. There is a babbling stream here. To the north and west, the undergrowth becomes thick. To the south is an overgrown road.
Stranger: go to road
You: The road runs east and west. To the east is abandoned farmland, to the west you can make out some ruins.
Stranger: hard choice
Stranger: i'm feeling ruins, but my instincts tell me no
Stranger: let's do it

>>12732118

You: You approach the ruins. They turn out to be an overgrown, crumbling castle.
You: The road leads in through the gate, long since knocked in. You can faintly hear voices chittering in a primitive, strange language nearby. The wind is blowing from the west, and you can make out the smell of smoke and some kind of meat. The voices do not seem to be coming from inside the castle.
Stranger: follow voices
Stranger: but put away ax firs
Stranger: t
You: You put your axe in your belt and follow the sound and emerge on the west wall of the castle. You see three weak kobolds roasting a half-plucked bird over a small fire and squabbling over a few golden coins. They do not see you.
You: One carries a knife, and there are a spear, a bow, and a few arrows in a rawhide quiver leaning against the castle wall.
Stranger: activate stealth mode
You: You draw your cloak over yourself and recieve +2 to all stealth checks.
Stranger: are there places to hide near them?
You: There are many trees.
Stranger: go from tree to tree towards the quiver, holding dagger
You: Roll (2d6) 5, +2=7. One of the kobolds spots the movement and chatters "Gurilbrink!" All three of them stare at the tree you are hiding behind suspiciously.
Stranger: put away dagger!
You: They notice nothing. They continue their arguement, but appear more wary.

You recall from your training that kobolds, when disarmed, usually run away, but when armed, are aggressive and xenophobic. These ones look weak, like most kobolds, and have no more than 7 hp apiece.
Stranger: ok, ok
Stranger: i'll jump the closest one. knife it in the face!
You: They are two far away to attack immediately, if you charge them, they get a free action. Are you sure?
Stranger: nope
Stranger: nvm
You: Also, your dagger does 1d6 damage, while your axe does 2d6.
You: The dagger is easier to throw though.
Stranger: i'll... just sit with them

>>12732115

Oh I fully intend to.

Here's hoping I don't get internet rejected. Because that would fucking suck.

Well /tg/, I give up. For the past 2-3 hours i've been looking for a fellow fa/tg/uy to do a little ropleplaying with and all I found were people asking for asl's and "WHAT IS AIR". I'll try again tomorrow but I really wanted to rp with some people on omegle.

Feels bad man.

>>12732193
I wish I could find you, alas I seem to have found someone willing to go along with my shenanigans.

>>12732160

Stranger: water anyone?
You: You have water.
Stranger: i offer it
You: You enter the tiny clearing. They jump up. The two unarmed ones grab their weapons and menace at you with them. When they see your intentions seem peaceful, they calm down a little. One walks up to you and rudely shoves the water aside, gesturing towards your coin-purse.
Stranger: give it
You: You hand it the coin-purse. It is empty. Upon seeing this, a tear trickles down the kobold's ugly little face and he turns to the others, saying "Nakasa gribulus".
Stranger: is there any way to translate?
You: No. You don't know their language, and it is quite primitive. You can use hand gestures though.
Stranger: shrug inquisitively
You: It looks up at you, then flops down by the fire and pouts. The one with the spear cautiosly puts the spear down and takes the bird from the fire. It is half-charred and half-raw, burnt feathers sticking to the skin. He rips off a piece and offers it to the melencholy kobold, who accepts it and chews glumly. You notice that they are all quite thin.
Stranger: (i bet this is more peaceful than you hoped)
Stranger: i'll give them my bread
You: (not really, I'm open towards any type of RP. I expected violence from a barbarian, but you're doing quite well)
Stranger: (oh good)
You: You hold out the bread, and all three of them perk up. They all rush you at once, and clamor over it. You divide it into three equal pieces and give one to each. They chomp down, now accepting the water. When they are done, they look much happier. The shortest one hugs your leg, being only waist-high on you.
Stranger: haha
Stranger: i want them to quest with me
You: They seem quite willing to follow you.
Stranger: great
You: ((BTW, if we get a disconnect and you want to continue this, mail me. <CENSORED BECAUSE I'M NOT STUPID>.))

>>12732230
Stranger: (you're the best)
Stranger: let's go into the castle and search it
You: ((I like this kind of stuff. GMing has always appealed to me))
You: They follow you into the castle.

UPDATE:
Followers: 3 kobolds. Each is wearing a tattered loincloth.
Spearbold: 6hp, the smallest. Basically loves you.
Bowbold: 8hp, The largest, and the leader. Stands a head and a half shorter than you, and has a scar on his face. Has your empty coin purse, now containing the Kobold's 4 copper pieces.
Knifebold: 7hp, the melencholy one. He seems a great deal happier now.

Inside the castle it is a little chillier. There is a doorway into a ruined tower, and another what once must have been the great hall.
Stranger: enter hall
You: The roof of the hall fell in long ago. You can make out the tables where long ages ago, lords and ladies dines and laughed. There is a surprisingly well-preserved throne at the far end of the hall. Grass grows around it now. A bird is perched on a weathered statue, the eyes of which glint oddly. There is a doorway into a more intact part of the hallway.
Stranger: caw at bird
You: The bird ruffles its feathers and stares at you.
Stranger: fuckin birds
Stranger: go towards intact part of hall
You: The bird screeches at you. The intact part of the hall is darker, and the roof is still standing. You can make out a small hallway with rooms off to the sides.
Stranger: bird what do you want from me
Stranger: wave at tit
Stranger: at it*

>>12732254
You: It stares straight at you. When you wave, it bends down and pecks at the eyes of the statue.
You: You can identify the bird as a magpie.
Stranger: go to statue
You: It is a statue of an ancient king. It is time-weathered, but you can see the proud, angular features. The eyes are not stone, from where you are you can't quite make out what they are.
You: They have a definite green tint.
Stranger: try to pry out with dagger?
You: You succeed. The kobolds crowd around you, shrieking with glee- it is a beautiful cut emerald.
Stranger: imma keep it
You: You slip it into your pocket. The kobolds look irritated, then the knifebold hops into the bowbold's shoulders and tries to pry the other one out, failing.
Stranger: pry out the other for em
You: They crowd around it, gasping. The leader holds it up, letting it sparkle in the light, then reverently places it in the coin-bag. You can tell by their adoring expressions that you have secured their loyalty for a long time to come.
Stranger: yess
Stranger: check on bird
You: Angered at being robbed, it has flown off.
Stranger: thank god
Stranger: go to more intact part of hall
You: You walk towards it, but the kobold leader grabs your hand and tugs you towards the entrance.
You: *entrance of the castle (the main gate).
Stranger: toss rock towards original destination
You: It echoes. Nothing else happens. THe other kobolds are also encouraging you to come, chittering and tugging.
Stranger: come with them, tentatively
You: They pull you outside the main gate and off the road a little bit. The leader looks at you very seriously and says "Yusha neba gonshopepl disa".
You: He then moves aside a bit of brush, revealing a perfectly-disguised cave entrance, just big enough to enter if you crouch. To the kobolds though, it must seem enormously large.
Stranger: aw dip
You: dip?
Stranger: haha
Stranger: idk
You: Ok.
Stranger: i'll go in

>>12732191

Oh no guys, she's supportive of gays and trans sexuals and I'm not.

WHAT NOW!?!

>>12732269
You: You follow them around a little bend. There is little light, but the passage widens out to a chamber. There are luminescent fungi on the wall. On the floor is a veritable pile of what a kobold might consider "treasure". Trinkets and baubles, most of them worthless. Here, a doll stolen from a village somewhere. There, a crudely carved bone figurine of a fish. In the corner, piles of odd bones from long-gone meals. In the center of the pile is an iron statue about a foot and a half high. The leader walks up to it, kneels in front of it, raises his head to the ceiling, and squeals in an odd pitch. Slowly, revrently, he takes the emerald from the pouch and lays it at the feet of the statue. He rocks back and forth on his knees, nervously. The knifebold slowly starts beating a drum. The leader walks back to the edge of the pile, casts the copper coins into the pile, and leads you back out.
Stranger: sweet
You: The fresh air feels good. You realize than the kobolds have accepted you as one of their own, have let you seen their rituals, which, it would seem, are incredibly important.

It is later than you thought. The sky is growing golden as the sun sets in a glorious blaze of firey cloud. The breeze is chillier than it was earlier.
Stranger: are kobolds accepted in town?
You: The other kobolds come out from the cave and re-cover the entrance.
You: If you took the kobolds into town, you would all probably be attacked. Kobolds are thieves and petty annoyances to townsmen, and there have been rumors before of babies disappearing from their cradles at night. Although unintelligent and primitive, kobolds have a way with locks and doors and the like, and can be quite sneaky.
Stranger: ok

>>12732300
Stranger: go back to road
You: You might manage to intimidate the guardsmen or the mayor into letting you stay, but you'd most likely be kept under guard and forced to leave in the morning.
You: You go back to the road. The abandoned farmland is to your east.
Stranger: go towards farm
You: The farmland is abandoned, and the kobolds are reluctant to enter it. They follow you though, confident that your size can protect them.

There are mostly meadows and old wooden fences here. There are a few burnt-out or half-collapsed buildings in odd clusters, where once there were cottages and barns. One looks particularly intact. You can see the lights of the town as the sun sets.
Stranger: i'll go towards the more intact one, but tell the kobolds to stay behind
You: The kobolds insist on following you. The spearbold waves his spear and exclaims "Uusonubus! Wheguweaar Yido!".
You: The others seem to agree with him.
Stranger: insist!
You: They cling to you.
Stranger: ugh ok
Stranger: go towards

>>12732327

You: They trail just behind you. The intact-ish barn is devoid of any life and feels unsettling, but the sun is sinking fast and you know better than to be without shelter at night...
Stranger: yep
Stranger: let's sleep
You: The kobolds, seemingly intent on doing some things their own way, produce a chunk of flint. They pull dry grass from the field and wood from the ruined edge of the barn, and start a small fire. The spearbold and knifebold throw themselves on the ground, and in mere seconds are making tiny snoring sounds. The bowbold sits next to the fire, alert, his yellow eyes glowing like a cat's. You wonder if he can see in the dark.
Stranger: sounds good
Stranger: i'm up for zzzs
You: You drift off to sleep, which is uneasy when it comes. When you awake, it is early dawn. The spearbold is standing watch, the bowbold is asleep, and the knifebold is marching back towards the barn, a quasi-human grin on his face, with a dead rabbit in hand. Given the lifeless nature of the lands, you wonder how far he went to get it.
You: yeah, I need to get to bed. COntinue by email?
Stranger: of course

And so we are. We've exchanged emails. We're going to continue playing. I'll probably upload the story somewhere, and may even wrote it up. I'm really happy with it, the story went well, though not at all the direction I expected it to. Good times all around.

>>12732287

This might make you the most closed-minded person on /tg/.

In any case the best response for something like that if you don't personally like it is something like 'I don't really like it, but if they're willing to leave me alone...'

Whatever you do, don't FREAK OUT.

Besides, if you only disagree on one thing, don't give up yet. nobody is 100% perfect.

Omegle is so full of /b/tards it hurts.

>>12732381

It's her God damned job. She wants to be a sex therapist for gender confused youths.

>>12732491
I'm not going to lie, I would love to have that job.

Mainly because thanks to my freakishly elastic face, I can pull off a RL troll face.

>>12732491

Telling a chick like this that you're in the Army really doesn't go over well. Jesus fuck, I'm screwed.

>>12732380
A barbarian with his three helpers.
It...it sounds so amusing.
I want to request it next time a drawfag's about.

>>12732037
You: You lie back and relax, certain that you are indeed a male. What a relief. After a few hours the jostling of the wagon stops, a leather curtain forming the cover of the wagon parting to reveal first a lantern, filling the enlosed space with its golden rays, followed shortly by the slender arm of a woman. She is rather fair, actually, and looks at you with surprise. "I-- My apologies, Master. I didn't think you would be awake so soon. How are you feeling?"
Stranger: 'Master' I think 'Interesting' I sit up slowly and look at her "I seem to be a little groggy, tell me who I am and where we are" I look at her, if I am her master, then she will have to answer me anyway.
You: She straightens at the authoritative tone of your voice. "You-- You don't remember, sir? We are currently 40 miles outside of Bristbane, heading North. You demanded to be called 'Lyon' when I entered your service - you never told me your family name."
Stranger: I nodded. So my name was Lyon, well, it was a decent name "What is your name?" he asked "And what is your service to me?"
You: "My name is Amelia, Master. I have been in your employ for the past five years, and have been your assistant for three of those."
Stranger: I began to climb out of the wagon "Very well" I said softly "What are the things we have done together?" I had to know what type of master I was. Did I subject her to sexual pleasures by raping her? Did we have some sort of romantic relationship? Or was she just some meaningless slave to my former self?

>>12732553
>I'm a 14 year old kid and I like to pretend I'm in the army and I look for my first girlfriend on Omegle and cry when it doesn't work out

>>12732585

Not even close. I've just been joking around with friends for a long time about traits for my ideal woman, and she happens to fit a lot of them. It's not like I'm trying to get to Indiana to see her or something.

And I really am in the Army, jealous or something?

>>12732614
Not who you responded to, but I has a question

People in the army are supposed to be disciplined, right?
SO WHY IS MY ROOM MATE SUCH A FAGGOT

ITT, we had cool stories, then people started whining about girlfriends on omegle.

>feelsbad.jpg

>>12732626

You don't actually gain anything from the army unles you want to. So he's probably always been a faggot, and the Army didn't take that away from him. Probably made it worse.

I'm still trying to get a small thing around x-com started. Wish me luck.

>>12732583
You: You climb out of the wagon shakily, Amelia offering her arm for you to lean upon as you seem to be in a more feeble state than you had first thought. You accept it gratefully, her lean frame bearing up remarkably to her new burden. "As your Assistant, I was assigned to keeping track of the sorts of materials you required for your experiments, as well as the upkeep and maintinence of your more advanced creations. It was a pleasure to serve in such a capacity."
Stranger: I nodded "And there is nothing more to our relationship?" I ask.
You: At that remark she stiffens slightly before sputtering. "I serve in whatever capacity you desire, Master. I apologize for the current circumstances, but issues beyond your control prompted your staff to take action without approval. Should you ask me to--" Her halting words are cut off briskly by the arrival of another figure, an armored knight that salutes you jerkily from the ground below. His firm masculine voice a stark contrast to Amelia's shaky bluster. "Sir, I'm glad to see you are awake!"
Stranger: Her reaction was odd enough before I looked at the knight "Yes, what would be the problem?" I asked begginning to climb down.
You: The knight steps back, kneeling as your foot touches the firm ground. It feels good to be off that rickety thing for once. "There is no problem, Sir. The forward scouts should be returning soon, and we will be able to set up camp shortly. I must apologize, Sir. We were unable to save the documents in the--" His voice cuts off suddenly with a stern glare from Amelia. "Sir. I shall assemble the remaining servants for your inspection!" The knight quickly stands and bolts off behind the wagon train. Yes, that's it. A wagon train. A small one, but efficient.
Stranger: I nodded and turned on Amelia "Finish what you were saying earlier" I say, I wanted to know the full extent of my control over these people.

>>12732743
You: "He was simply reporting that we were unable to save most of the materials in your personal library, as the ensuing fire destroyed most of the documents there. It was there that you came to be so injured, and for that we cannot be forgiven. We took what we could and left immidately, and for that we are grateful that you are still with us. Come, there should be a bonfire started soon for the night. You may call an Assembly if you wish."
Stranger: "Perhaps later" I say softly and look at her face "What of my relationships with everyone? Am I well liked?"
You: Amelia brightens as she began to reminice. "We would have not come into your service if we did not wish to serve, Master. You made that very clear when you took us on. We are sworn to you, for better or for worse. 'Till death, Master. Those that would utter words against you are no longer among us."
Stranger: I nodded "Seems as though I have gained many admirers, what are your thoughts on me Amelia?"
You: "Master, I have served you for this long, and I shall continue to do so. Now, shall we move on? I'm sure the others are excited to see that you have returned."
Stranger: I nodded "I suppose we should" I said and smiled at her "Thank you for being faithful Amelia"
You: She nods appreciatively as you are lead towards a large bonfire in the center of the caravan. "To the death, Sir." Around the fire you can see an assortment of people: several fully armed knights, a couple women dressed in rather long robes holding what appear to be staves, a cook, two maids, and a rather tall person covered in a long dark cloak. You can't seem to make out the gender of that one. A small assortment of people, all looking pleased to see you.
Stranger: "Hello everyone, from what I have been told, I have been sleeping like the dead" I chuckled at my little joke "But as you all see, I am very much alive"

>>12732758
You: At your remark the assembly kneels before you. "Apologies, Master. We are glad to see you have returned to us." The tall figure covered in the dark robe stands first, pulling back a black hood to reveal a woman with rather long black hair and green eyes. "At our current pace we should reach Treval within the next night or two, as our pursuers have lost our trail it seems."
Stranger: I nod at the woman "Thank you" I walked forward and looked at her closely, hoping that something about this woman would jar my memory.
You: You walk forward and closely inspect her, but nothing about her jars your memory. She stiffens slightly at your inspection, but otherwise remains still.
Stranger: "Are you afraid of me?" I ask, wondering why she had stiffened.
You: "Of course not, Sir. We do not fear you." Her tone betrays none of the wavering that Amelia is prone to.
Stranger: "Who are you?" I ask, searching her face. None of this felt right, it might have been the fact that I didn't have any memory, but I didn't know.
You: "I am Shien, Master. You- you do not remember me?" The group around the fire stirred uneasily as one of the knights spoke up. "My apologies for interrupting, but do you not remember what has occured?"

>Going nice and slow, he's a good sport for putting up with this. Next time I'll speed it up a tad, but I'm a sucker for roleplay.

Heheheh.

I can't find anyone to RP with :(

>>12732806
Stranger: Shien, the name didn't ring a bell, though I wish it would. This woman was stunningly beautiful "No, I do not remember anything, not even my name" he shook his head "Shien, who are you, tell me what our relationship is?"
You: Shien bowed her head before you slightly. "Master, I am, as all of are, your servants. The less informed, however, call us by many names. The most common one of this land is 'minions'. They imply we are mere puppets of your will, and that we may be. But we serve you because we desire to. We have made our pact with you, and regardless if you remember it or not, we will be by your side. To the death."
Stranger: I touched her cheek, and lifted her head "I feel as though there should be more" I shook my head "I need to think" turning, I walked off.
You: You turn, walking away from her slowly as Amelia continues to support you. Your memory has not returned, but something stirs in the darkness of your mind. Something... clicks. Whirrs. Spins. Ticks. Tocks. Like... clockwork, a gear falls into place. *CHUNK* You look down at Amelia next to you and notice that her frame, though lean, should have more trouble supporting you than it appears. You hear the almost imperceptable whirring of gears, the squeak of finely oiled joints moving in tandem. Beautiful.

Stranger: hi asl?
You: You awake in a dungeon.
You: You are trapped, alone.
You: It is dark.
You: You can search for something, or just look around.
Stranger: Id jerk off
You: You fap furiously in the corner for a few hours.
You: Your penis is now chafed.
You: You lose 1 Hitpoint.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

I can't find anyone to play with.

>>12732949
Stranger: "Amelia...tell me...how did you come into my service" I was beginning to understand somethng about these people. And Amelia's sounds gave something away.
You: "Five years ago you brought me in, sir. After two years of adapting to the mansion, you promoted me to your assistant, as I've told you before."
Stranger: "Yes, but...something doesn't seem right, as if everything is tilting slightly, as if all of this isn't real" I mumbled.
You: "Its all very real, Master. Are you feeling alright? Am I hurting you at all?" You lean against her to steady yourself, and feel the slight shift of her arm against your back. A stray thought enters your mind, foreign, alien. 'The replacement limb seems to be working well, its been maintained thoroughly. The covering is perfect - even I can barely tell that its not real.
Stranger: He blinked, that was odd, why would he think of something like that...unless..."Did you ever have an accident?" he asked softly.
You: Amelia stirred uneasily. "...Yes. Prior to my arrival I lost an arm in an accident. Thanks to you, it was restored. The adjustment period took some time, but I count it as nothing. Your work is perfect, Master. It is a pity that others do not see it that way."
Stranger: "Am I some sort of...scientist?" he asked turning to look at her arm curiously.
You: You don't see anything out of the ordinary with her arm, but with the right touch you can feel the mechanical movement underneath. The whirring, ticking beauty of the mechanical limb. "No, Master. You are much more than a mere scientist. You are a genius, our genius. And soon you will spread your wonder across the land. No one will be able to deny you your rightful place. And we will pave the way." Amelia's grip tightens with the rising emotion of her voice, causing you some slight discomfort. "'Till death do us part."

>END. SLEEP TIME.

>>12733152
You: *Alright, its been fun, a bit slow on my part. If you're interested in continuing, think about swinging by /tg/ or something like that. Its late, and I must rest.*
You: *http://boards.4chan.org/tg/*
Stranger: *It was very fun, nice twist.
You: Thanks for playing along. Its rare to find someone that doesn't start with "WHAT IS AIR?"
Stranger: I have met a lot of people who do stupid things, It gets on my nerves.
You: Such is life.
Stranger: Yeah, but you always find someone smart and creative. At first I thought that they were all robots.
You: Nope, all cyborgs of sorts. The Knights only have brain remaining.
Stranger: Cool, I definately want to keep doing this.
You: This is the first time I've messed with Omegle, thanks to this fine thread: >>12726929
Stranger: I have messed with it before, but whenever I tell someone that I am Seventeen and a guy, they disconnect.
You: As would have I. Since I'm straight and all.
You: And 5 years your senior.
You: Cheers.

>A nice chap. I'll need to be less "story-time" next time.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'stranger:'. strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
you: hi
stranger: hello.
you: how goes it?
stranger: not too well.
you: I feel ya.
stranger: I keep hoping to talk to someone SANE on here, and so far you make 2.
stranger: maybe.
you: Haha, I know what that's like.
stranger: What is air? Is really starting to piss me off.
you: Haha, It's from this website.
stranger: it's either that or 'asl'.
you: haha, true, just horny boys and losers.
stranger: What website?
you: I'm not sure.
stranger: And i think that's a rather harsh estimate or omegle users.
stranger: Then again.... here WE are.
you: True, true.
stranger: How's it going for you?
stranger: Anything in particular you want to talk about?
you: Ehh, not really.
you: you?
stranger: Not so much.
you: Hah, how was your day?

>>12733230

stranger: Kinda hoping I'd see someone from /tg/.
stranger: Day sucked.
you: Mine too.
stranger: Like most days.
stranger: Went to audition to a play.
stranger: for a play, rather.
stranger: Guy said i was a great actor, but couldn't see me as a 'bitter, lonely, sarcastic geek'.
stranger: Fucking laughed my ass off.
you: Haha, that sucks.
stranger: What's so funny he asks.
stranger: "Just my life story, birth to present day."
you: Aha, I find it a bit sad that I could perfectly relate to that.
stranger: So what happened to you that made your life suck?
you: Ugh, ex girlfriends. Having to see one, specifically, every day.
stranger: Ouch.
you: We would talk all day everyday, and now we don't say a single word to each other.
you: It's pretty horrible.
stranger: What happened there?
you: I was looking for something serious.. She wasn't.
stranger: Heh.
stranger: In a way, you're lucky.
stranger: I keep sticking it in the crazies.
stranger: Things go... rather predictably from there.
you: haha, that can't be fun.
stranger: My scars agree.you: Oh, ouch.
stranger: yeah.
stranger: I have been stabbed, shot, set on fire, run down with a SUV....
stranger: Shit, a lot of things.
you: Wow, that sounds absolutely terrible.
stranger: Yeah, then there's the koala thing that seems strait out of a fucking sitcom.
you: Haha, care to explain?
stranger: koalas hate me and try to kill me.

>>12733239

stranger: First time i went to the zoo, I went to toss a snickers bar in the trash.
stranger: It came out and latched onto my arm.
stranger: i shook it off and threw it away.
stranger: It hit a wall, and I swear to god, BOUNCED and came for me.
you: My god.
stranger: I deflected it with a sign, and then a zoo-keeper hit it with a tranq dart.
stranger: They gave me a free pass to the zoo.
stranger: I thought this was cool.
stranger: THOUGHT.
stranger: Past tense.
stranger: Next time one of the little bastards knocked me in the tiger pit.
you: Wowww.
stranger: Yeah.
you: That's a life experience for ya.
stranger: So far, I have about 12 different near death experiences a Koala has been involved in that I can prove.
stranger: That I can prove. There might be more.
stranger: then again, i might be getting paranoid.
stranger: Damn, typos.
stranger: Must be more tired than i thought.
you: Well, I sincerely hope things get better for you. Farewell, my friend.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Alright, Koala dude are you here?

And have you posted this on /tg/ before? It sounds familiar.

rolled 83 = 83

I've got a good one going right now. I'm doing survival horror.

THIS DOESN'T WORK, /TG/! THIS DOESN'T WORK AT ALL! THIS IS THE BEST I GOT!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: You are a great Warrior-Sleuth. It is your sacred duty, nay privilege, to fight the Darkness of Lies. You are currently laying face down in a puddle in a back ally.
Stranger: i am a normal girl
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

SERIOUSLY, DAMN IT ALL /TG/, WHY DO YOU GET THE BEST ROLEPLAYERS? WHY?

>>12733706

Change your quest prompt. Make it something engaging.

Bump, because this was pretty cool and /tg/ related.

>>12733706
You can't beat our kryptonite, dude.

I will be running classic quick-play D&D adventures for the next several hours. Find me!

Stranger: hi 21
Stranger: m
You: YOU ARE IN A DUNGEON, WHAT DO?
You: YOU'RE CHAINED TO THE WALL LIKE A BETA MALE, WILL YOU ACCEPT THAT?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Guess he's a beta male.

I think I will try this after I done workrelated stuff

>>12735715
not bad for a troll. do this a couple more times and see if you can get a reaction

-bumps-

anyone else doing this stuff? i keep responding to what is air people and making fun of other people. and the silence contests.

epicness

Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: You wake in a dark dungeon. The only light filters in from above you; a hole in the roof that formed when you fell into this darkness. What do you do?
Stranger: I FUCK THE BURRITO.
You: pulling out the gas station burrito you had earlier in your pocket
You: you decide to fuck it
You: you rape the burrito
You: +1 insanity points
Stranger: It's not rape if it wanted it.
You: after the rape of the burrito you are now hungry, and have nothing to eat
You: you can hear footseteps comming from your left
You: but it is too dark to know for sure if there is a passage way
Stranger: What about my iPod in my back pocket? INSTANT LIGHT.
You: you pull out your Ipod, only to notice that it has cracked
You: FUCKIN TOUCH SCREANS you yell

>>12740412
Stranger: Your point? It still works.
You: but a small ammount of light is still put off by the broken Ipod
Stranger: ...oh.
You: you can see the outline of a passageway one going north, south, east, and west
You: the footsteps are comming from the southern passageway
You: and getting louder as they get closer
Stranger: I'll go to the south passageway.
You: using your Ipod as a guide you go into the southern passageway
You: you place your hand against the wall for support... but it feels damper then any wall should
Stranger: Told you it would come in handy.
Stranger: Oh, is there blood on it now?
You: indeed it did
You: you look at your hand after feeling the wall, what you thought was blood is actually a greenish substance
You: that is slimey to the tough
You: touch*
Stranger: Like the slime they use on Nickelodeon? :D
You: yes, the slime is also a bright green once you put the light next to it
You: looking back for a second, you can see the flicker of torch light... and now instead of footsetps you can hear chanting
Stranger: What are they chanting?
You: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
You: over and over
Stranger: Interesting.

>>12740421
You: the chanting can be herd clearly now, and it is not only one voice
You: but a chorious of what sounds like five
Stranger: Is it 4?
Stranger: Oh...
Stranger: Nevermind.
You: what do you do?
Stranger: Chant along with them?
You: you decide to begin chanting Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
You: when you start, you can feel your body become more sensative to touch, smell, hearing
You: you feel elated, like something more powerful then you has taken notice
Stranger: Weiiiird.
You: you begin to walk back to the center where you think they are chanting
You: seeing the torch light getting brighter and brighter still chanting you drop the Ipod, but you don't know why you don't have the urge to go back for it
You: continuing onward
Stranger: I continue onward.
You: you see that there is infact 5 men in a circle in robes
You: one holding a book, he seams to be leading them in the chant
Stranger: What kind of robes? Are they silk...cotton...Harry Potter robes?
You: they are brown, wool

>>12740426
You: robes
You: with a big shroud
Stranger: Collstorybro.
Stranger: *cool.
You: continue onwards?
Stranger: Indeed.
You: once you get back into the room, no one cares of your presence, you for some reason... but you don't know why join in the circle
You: standing over the only circle that someone had not been on
Stranger: Why don't they care about me? :(
You: the man with the book then begins MY BROTHERS, our newest member has arrived
Stranger: I can't be a brother tho, I'm a girl.
You: all the other's are brothers
You: you are the newest member
Stranger: Oh.
You: *nudge nudge* haha
Stranger: Well.
You: TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT... our great lord Cthulhu has shown me that Rylith has been arisen... we are to break the final bonds that hold him imprisoned
You: TONIGHT WE JOIN OUR LORD

>>12740433
Stranger: HAHA THAT'S A FUNNEH NAME.
You: one of the brothers jumps into the flames
Stranger: Daaamn, pshyco much?
You: screaming... but it dosn't seem to be in pain.. but of enjoyment
You: Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn
You: chanting on his lips the entire time
You: you are witnessing this... what do?
Stranger: I look at him like, 'GURL, U CRAZY.'
You: with a look of dissaprovement... the man goes silent as his lifeforce finally gives way
You: another of the robed men, does this
Stranger: Ooh, that's a cool word.
You: THE FLAMES.... THEY WILL ARISE THROUGH OUR SACROFICE just as Rylith will
Stranger: Who's Rylith?
You: rylith is the place imprisoning their lord Cthulhu
Stranger: That's cool.
Stranger: Sort of.
You: the third man does the same... the flames rising
You: but a new presence can be felt
Stranger: Damn, these bitches be crazey.

>>12740439
You: haha
You: indeed they are
You: you see something in the corner of your eye
You: what do you do?
Stranger: Depends on what I see.
You: what you thought you saw was a small black creature in the corner of the room, with red eyes... staring at the cerimony
Stranger: Lemme guess, it's something different.
You: well a small black deamon may be something different... depends on what normal is for you...,haha
Stranger: Normal is pretty not-normal for other people for me.
You: well then a normal sight of a deamon in the corner with red eyes staring at you
Stranger: Ohhai demon.
You: you feel unnerved with the fact that he continues to stare at you
Stranger: o_o
You: now that all the other men have sacroficed themselves
You: the man with a book looks at you and stops chanting
You: YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN... the others could not stand the sight
Stranger: The sight of what?
Stranger: The demon?
You: you will be the new vessle for our lord
You: what do you do?
Stranger: ...
Stranger: Eat dinner.
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>>12740446
There are no reation images for how excellent this is.

>>12740519
why thank you

>>12740446
>eat dinner
That man is a stone-cold badass. Lost zero sanity, carry on with normal life.

>Try to do Demon King quest
>Nothing
forever alone.jpg

go back to /b/

Lack of internet kept me from continuing. And it was getting so fun, too!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: You are in the forest. Ahead of you is the dungeon you were sent to clear out. To the right of you, you see the signs of elven ruins. To the left, smoke from a village. In your inventory is a longsword, bread and water, knife and other necessities. What do you do?
Stranger: um go to the village for more suplies?
You: Alright, you go to the village. There is a hut close by the perimiter where you are, but you also see a small assortment of stores in the area. Is there anything you're looking for, specifically?
Stranger: am i goin to go back out towards the evil runis?
You: If you want to, you can.
You: You are prepared for most of the eventualities.
Stranger: ok well im lookin for a long bow and some daggers and maybe some good armor and i think ill be all set with that. what kind of danger am i dealing with?
You: You were sent in to clear a dungeon that held a necromancer.
Stranger: oh alright. well after i get my stuff im goin to head back to the ruins. am i just clearing it out? am i looking for anything?

>>12741466
You: Alright, so you head over to the blacksmith's quickly, and buy your items. You had a few gp on hand, so you have picked up a reinforced leather jerkin, arm bracers, and leg protectors.
Stranger: yea that sounds good
You: The long bow is cheap, but sturdy. The daggers are somewhat flimsy, but will do. You were basically asked to just destroy the necromancer inside, but necromancers do have the tendency to hoard sweet magical items.
You: Will you head towards the elven ruins now?
Stranger: am i just a warrior? do i have any powers?
You: You are what is considered an adventurer, and are at this point just a warrior.
Stranger: alright. well yea im heading back towards the runis. i no longer have use for the village
You: No powers in particular, though if you are ever in danger of dying I can give you the ability to do a barbarian rage.
Stranger: alright that sounds good to me
You: Alright, so you head towards the ruins. More and more evidence of the elves having lived there begins showing up, rocks from the blasted spires you can now see above the trees inscribed with sigils blackened with soot. You approach the front door to the castle, which is locked and barred. However, looking around you see a side entrance you could probably bash through.
You: What will you do?

You: YOU ARE IN A DUNGEON
You: THERES FUCKING DRAGONS AND SHIT
You: JESUS FUCK WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO
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>>12741483
Stranger: ill go through the side entrance. its too late to turn back at this point. i have a mission and i must fufill my request.
You: You open the door and step inside. It is cold, dark and cramped, but you have a torch. Your fingers brush against the cobwebs on the wall. It doesn't look like anybody's used this way in decades.
Stranger: ill light my torch and keep going forward until i can see wat im after. i need to slay every living thing in there.
You: You light it and continue to creep down the passage. It eventually opens up into a large, circular room. There is a 15 ft statue you could probably climb--it is one of the elven kings of old, you recognize. Its eyes glint green. In another part of the room you see the skeleton of an unfortunate person stretched out on the floor. It is clutching an old, mildewy satchel. There is only one entrance ahead, going downwards.
You: What will you do?
Stranger: i go downwards. im starting to notice that this isnt ur average ruins so i have to be perpared at any moment to defend myself
You: Alright, you draw your blade and begin to head downwards. You are stopped again by a large, wooden door, with an old keyhole that can serve as a peephole. There is someone--or something, wheezing behind it.
Stranger: at this point im a little worried. i dnt really know what im dealing with but at this point i know i still have a mission to complete. is the door locked?
You: Nope, you could push it open if you wanted. (And don't worry, it's not gonna go CTHULUPSDKGLSKD on you, I'm pretty new at this.)
You: (Just a necro and his creepy servants.)
Stranger: oh ok. ha well at this point ill just open the door and go into the room. am i gettin ready for battle?

>>12741553
You: Yep. In front of you, you see a horrid man--or a mockery of it! The foul necromancer had been using the poor body in his experiments! Jagged black stitches keep the thing together, and it has an orc's arm and a horse's leg. As you open the door, it charges! What do?
Stranger: i swing my blad towards the beast stitches and try cut him apart and if that doesnt work im goin for his head to cutt it off.
You: You do that, and the beast howls as the stitches come apart, disconnecting it from it's orc's arm! As soon as the arm hits the floor, it goes completely limp, as if it has lost all of it's power. Then, with a loud roar, you swing your blade, decapitating the undead creature! It has died.
You: It lies there silent, and the path is now free. You may search it if you like, there is something glowing inside the thing's loincloth.
Stranger: (ha yea ur pretty good at this. to tell u the truth i have no idea wat im doing im just tryin to go along with it) i search the beast and find......
You: (Just have fun, really!)

You find a glowing green vial of liquid. Just holding it seems to invigorate you, and you feel as if you could tackle anything. You also find a rusted knife. It has been damaged, and the blade is on the verge of falling off the handle.

Epic tread is epically treading

So, is anyone still doing this?