You are Subject 82, Helen Tanner in a life stolen and obscured from you. You are a minor precognitive who was used by Arkham Research, a paranormal investigation/control organization funded by the government, for blood-based symbiosis experimentation.
Their experiments succeeded, far more than even they realized. You are host to a sentient blood with occasional cravings for flesh. So far you've been able to keep him satiated on store-bought meat...and your enemies.
You are not the only Arkham escapee. Subject 13 is a small girl serving as the physical anchor for a vast cosmic intelligence that, through either boredom, accident, or malice, has irrevocably and destructively altered the city of Miami and a growing portion of southern Florida.
Subject 54, aka Maksim Wade, was a man with the ability to manipulate and access telephone conversations, internet databases, and other electronic devices/information. He was with you when you first encountered 13, a showdown that ended with most of his limbs removed, and you catapulted several months into the future and halfway across the country.
You manage to make it to his safehouse in Connecticut, behind a blockade set in place by the military to contain and protect the northeastern US fromt the ravages of the other Arkham escapees, a veritable Lovecraftian X-men. Unfortunately, by the time you reached him, 54 had finally succumbed to his injuries.

Information required
>What have you done with 54's body?
>What have you done other than relentlessly clean yourself?

Fuck Yeah Bloodquest (again!)

YAY! Bloodquest!
Light up in honor of 54 using the magic lighter. Hallucinogens+Sentient Blood+Minor Precog=Funtimes.
Have we buried him yet?

>What have you done with 54's body?
Buried it. RESPECTFULLY.

>>9802314
Kept Garfield fed on the surrounding wildlife. Hide the vehicle that got us here. Search the internet for information on other subjects. See if there's anything about Chicago. Maybe warn Walter about shit hitting the fan in Illinois, so he can pass it on.

>>9802397
>Walters
Not at the house though. A few miles out, leaving the cell in a specific place to check on later. It may be nice to know if he can be trusted.

>>9802397
Do we even have access, or was that all 54's influence?

>>9802314
Tested out our new equipment.

>>9802341
54's house is pretty rural, so you have no problem moving his body. You take it out and bury it under a large tree on the property once the initial shock had worn off. Garfield said a few words.
>>9802397
>>9802419
54's computer is a Byzantine mess; there's no need to organize when you can just technomancy any bit of information you need to your fingertips. You can tell he has a wealth of information on Arkham and recent happenings, though, as he had said, it's fragmentary.

Ever cautious, you dress yourself nondescriptly and drive to a nearby gas station where you phone Walters.
"Hello, you've reached Jacbb Walters," a little girl's voice says. "My daddy can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message and he'll call you back. Thank you!"

>>9802302
familiarize ourself with our equipment
(thanks for the hitler knife, 54, you crazy bastard)

>>9802471
"Hello Walters, how are things going? I hope you're taking care of yourself - do you mind visitors? Because we need to talk."

>>9802471
"Hello, Mr. Walters. This is Dorothy from Kansas. Seems like a tornado knocked over the Emerald City and may be headed for the lost city of Atlanta. Click your heels over to (phone number) and I might lend a water bucket for the flying monkey and his fire-breathing faggot."

>>9802546
You say this. Exactly this. Holy crap, awesome.
>>9802472
>>9802469
You slept on the comfortable couch last night, uneasy about sleeping in a dead man's bed, in a dead man's house.

You dreamed you were in elementary school, being dropped off for your first day. You skipped to your first class; Mathematics.
When you entered the classroom, you saw that your teacher was a rather slim, black-haired man. His back to you, he was writing on the board with chalk. MATHEMATICS had been crossed out, and as you entered he was finishing filling in APPLIED EUGENICS underneath it. The only vacant desk had a yellow felt six-pointed star on it, and as you sat down nervously the other children began jeering and throwing things at you. Then you woke up.

The sunglasses remain sealed in their lead case. You fired the Beretta a few times in the field. It ejects empty bullet casings, but when the magazine is checked, it is always full. It does not fire without the magazine, even if it had been previously cocked.

The Tesla Device produces an electromagnetic field when turned on; it has a knob on the side with several settings to click to. When the other settings are clicked it ceases producing an EM field, though it continues operating.

You are unsure as to the function of the Spiritual Containment Units, or the potency of the hallucinogens produced by the lighter.

You took the tuning fork outside of its plastic bags, but were unable to break the clear cube containing it. Apparently it is not glass after all.

>>9802595
Discover the potency of the hallucinogens.

>>9802595
We are so not going anywhere near the Fuhrerware. We have horrible-enough nightmares.

>>9802628
This may not be as bad an idea as it sounds. The sword may not really be producing delusions as much as it projects its will on the weilder. These hallucinations may actual help, like a spirit journey.
Or we get messed up. Yeah, let's not do that right now.

>>9802690
>>9802628
>do that
>don't do that

You roll a page from the telephone book into a dubious-looking cigarette and consider it, the lighter in your hand. You are certainly safe, at least for the moment, though knowing your luck that could change at the drop of a hat. (your hat! THAT BITCH!!!) You also are unsure of what sort of mindfuck awaits you.

>Will you smoke that shit?

>>9802657
That nightmare was Jew related if you must know. So we are having Hitler-related nightmares now.

>>9802733
I didn't see that until you pointed it out because I'm an idiot and have no concept of descriptive text.
>>9802726
Find a good place, and start slow. We don't know if we're a lightweight or not. (DM, I trust you're gonna light up with us?)

>>9802726
Yes.
Could it be any weirder than anything else we've seen recently?

>>9802595
I'm thinking we could use that as a thrown weapon against 13. She desolves the casing and it... absorbs.

>>9802793
>>9802796
>shit yeah, son, i'ma light up with you

You pocket the makeshift joint and go out back, having a seat on 54's patio, which is now overgrown, though it shows signs of once being meticulously groomed.

You light the end of the phonebook page, raising it to your lips and inhaling slowly. It doesn't feel like you're breathing anything in; no harshness, no heat. You take about half a full breath, then exhale.
You breath out a very thick, milky-colored smoke that seems heavier than normal. It lingers in the area, as thought reluctant to disperse.

Smoke and hope for crazy acid dream trip that will teach us how to combat the entity as described by our spirit guide which is the disembodied head of Richard Nixon

>>9802890
If any hidden lawn gnomes start some shit, we're gonna go full-on homicidal devil badger on their cement asses.

>>9802908
I'm hoping for George Burns. Or Pacman.

>>9802657
.......


THAT WAS THE FURHERWARE

>>9802954
>>9802908
Or, y'know, ghost of 54...

The first thing you notice is that your vision begins leaving faint trails. You wave your hand in front of your face, enjoying the novelty of the afterimages.
Next, you begin hearing strange sounds, knocking on doors, snapping fingers, running water and whispering voices, always just over one shoulder or the other. You look around, but see nothing, though the walls of 54's home appear to be shimmering now.
When you turn back, the other patio chair is now occupied by 54's corpse; it appears to be in a far more advanced state of decay than 24 hours in the ground would produce. You blink slowly; something is whistling the Tetris theme inside your left ear.
"fifty...four?" you murmur, confused.
"Don't be silly," you corpse responds, its jaw cracking as it moves. "54's dead. You got him killed, remember?"

>>9802987
>Precog: SUCCESS

>>9802995
>THE corpse responds

fuck me sideways

>>9802995
"If you're my spirit totem, I'd rather take my chances with the lawn gnomes."
"So who the hell are you? A reflection of my guilt?"

>>9802995
I know. But he didn't blame me. Or at least, he forgave me in the end.
So how're things?

>>9803068
"Why does everything have to be about you?"

>>9803090
Am I talking to myself? If that's the case... I guess I just answered my own question...
"Because there's no one else around but me and the brain goblins in my skull castle."

>>9803082
>>9803068
"What are you supposed to be, some kind of guilt manifestation? 54 forgave me at the end."
"Hey, don't ask me, sister. For all you know, I'm just a construction of your mind." The corpse rapidly decays as it says this, eventually blowing into a pile of dust and bone on the ground. From this emerges a scorpion about six inches long, with a pug's face.
"Jesus," it says, looking at itself with it's bugged-out dog eyes. "You're pretty fucked up, you know that?"

>>9803133
And Garfield. He's my kick-ass WIZAHD!

>>9803133

>"Because there's no one else around"

"Again with this egocentric me me me outlook. You only wish there was no one else, because then you would not get hurt again."

>>9803155
Fun isn't it?

>>9803155
At least it's not a shadow.
Kinda wishing it was a hat, though.
"Tell me something I don't know...."
"Seriously. Anthing would be fine. I'm grasping at straws here and the only friend I was sure about just died."

>>9803195
"Fine, let's talk about the brain goblins."

>>9803203
Hey! Garfield's a friend too!

>>9803155
"Well, I'm bored. Think this stuff is affecting Garfield too?"

>>9803222
"why don't you try talking TO the brain goblins?"

>>9803233
And a wizard!
But Garfield's a bit of a mystery. Would he react differently to us if he were in someone else's body? Don't get me wrong, I love Garfield (not something I thought I would actually type down), but there's more of a symbiotic relationship there.

>>9803200
>>9803203
"Yeah, tell me about it..." You say. The tetris theme has shifted to your right ear. It's Journey's Don't Stop Believing now. The vocals are being sung backwards. "Garfield, how are you holding up?"
Garfield does not answer, though you can feel your blood quivering in your veins.

"Listen," the pug-scorpion says. It has sprouted a long, wispy white beard and a tall pointed hat printed with stars. It's almost 2 feet long now. "You're looking for some sort of advice and shit or what? Some kind of vision quest?" His neck extends suddenly, it's bug-eyed face stopping just short of your, the bears slapping into you unceremoniously.
"You want to know how to kill a god, yes?"

>>9803307
>beard
Jesus, I'm really bad tonight

>>9803307
"Kill a God? No. Become a God? Yes."

>>9803307
Sounds good.

>>9803307
"Or at least a way to prevent me from getting my butt kicked through my forehead by one. But it's not just that..."
"Who the hell was I before all this? And where do I go from here? Arkham sucks and it doesn't. The subjects are monsters and they're not. So many shades of gray... and it's all turning red."

>>9803307
I don't even know.
Yes?
Maybe?

>>9803380
>>9803371
>>9803341
"Or become one," you say. "Or at least, not get killed by one." Your vision is blurring occasionally/ "Nothing seems to be very clear. I wish it was more black and white, lines more clearly drawn."

"Black and white, yes, indeed," The pug-giraffe-scorpion says. It's neck retracts as its face becomes like a mess of putty. It spasms as though having a seizure, and a black fist punches its way out of the arachnoid carapace. A fully grown Lebron James stands out of the still-twitching corpse.
"The white Arkham knew," Lebron James says, plunging a hand into his own abdomen. He produces a long string of intestine and begins jumping rope. "The black man with the slender arms told him everything, and now only the black Arkham knows the truth."

"Um...alright..." you say. "what about me? I don't know anything about myself, from before, before Arkham, before any of this."
"Little mouse, little mouse, running in the night," Lebron says. "eats the other mices cheese, such forbidden delight. Little mouse little mouse, now the cat has caught. Stuffed inside the kitty's belly, there to rest and rot." He continues jumping rope, looking around at nothing. The silence is awkward; even the music in your head has stopped. Your skin looks like it's covered in swirling black lines.

>>9803528
So tell me Stonerbro, how much of this is from personal experience?

>>9803528
"Garfield, can you hear me? What is going on in there?"

>>9803554
None, OBVIOUSLY. Drugs are bad, kids; stay in school.

>>9803570
Garfield doesn't respond. The black lines on your flesh seem to wisp away like steam off a boiling pot. Lebron's head falls off.
"Goodness me, just look at the time!" Lebron says, spider legs growing from his neckstump. "It's been really fucking fantastic, little girl. Maybe another time."
A parachute bursts from the back of Lebron's skull and he is carried away by some phantom wind.

Things seem to be coming back into some semblance of focus. You can hear Garfield's voice, growing less and less muffled.
"...you hear me? 82? Helen? Are you okay?"

Fuck off railroading questfag

>>9803528
"Make the kitty curious, kill it with itself. Scamper out the open mouth, run along the shelf. Took all of the shiny things, take the one that's left. Eat that and become the cat, slightly worse than theft."

>>9803528
"Slender man? Like 13's drawing?" Shake arms to see if the lines change.
"So, what? I find Arkham and I get answers? How the hell am I supposed to do that? 54 couldn't..." Stop thinking about what isn't there anymore. "54 said he was most likely in Chicago, but there's probably not much left. That leaves Atlanta... Kansas... wait. Where did Arkham originally set up shop?" More to ourself than anyone.
"I should probably check that out when I'm less..." Can't find the word.

>>9803666
Just fine.
I have issues.

>>9803688
Always too slow. Just like last thread.

>>9803666
"No, I am seriously not okay. On that note, let's not touch that lighter again, at least for a while."

>>9803715
If we could work it into a flamethrower, we could light people on fire and watch as they trip balls.

>>9803686
Hm. A well-spotted clue, mayhap?

>>9803688
>I'm sorry! I don't mean to leave people behind!
>>9803676
>Nooooooo! Please LOVE me! ;-;
>>9803686
>Fucking awesome. Thanks to everyone providing meta-
atmosphere by babbling about brain goblins.
>>9803715
>>9803701
"No. Yes?....definitely no," You say, rubbing your head. "Let's not do that again for a while."
"You stopped talking for a long while there. Or maybe I just couldn't hear you anymore..." Garfield thinks. "Well, I'm glad you're back at least."

The patio is clear of headless NBA superstars and dismembered scorpion hybrids. Unfortunately, you don't have much to go on as far as finding Arkham, defeating 13, or much of anything else.

>What do?

Do we want to try to hit Miami?

If we're done tripping out for a while, we should spend a lot of time on 54's computer. A lot of it. Get as much of the data on Arkham as we can organized... and get a flash drive or something to back it up onto. We'll have to leave this house eventually, particularly if Walter decides to trace our cell. We'll want to be able to take his data with us when we go.

>>9803781
Could we look up the phone number we were given and find his address? Maybe pay him a visit?

>>9803781
>Stonerbro liked my poem! YAY!
>Also, just read part 7. Holy shit. That's all I'm gonna say.

Look at computer. Notably, open files -- if he wrote us a word doc, he probably wrote something in the files.
also ctrl+f 'Arkham'

>>9803817
Fuck No

You know, Im getting a "you lied to me and cost me men" feeling about garfield. Maybe it's time we ask him a bit mroe about himself. and maybe anything he knows about before he was in us. I think there may be more to it then we are aware of.

>>9803938
>>9803298 here
I hope I didn't inspire any of that.

in b4 Garfield is Arkham.

>>9803781
>It's okay. I'm contributing alot, but I'm the same guy who posted the after-hangup phone call in BQ7. So my legacy continues.

>>9803848
You don't doubt 54 could find his address and order him a hundred pizzas, but you'd have a harder time of it. You could certainly try, but it might require a particularly impressive...
>DICE ROOOOOOLL
>>9803861
>>9803829
You sit gingerly in 54's chair. You've cleared the amateur medical equipment out of the way; you don't want to look at it.
You spend the next several hours digging through data files lifted from Arkham's databases. Much of it is heavily censored, fragmented, or encrypted, though from the details you do find, you can make some very useful conclusions:
-Arkham was harboring an extremely diverse population in terms of both appearance and relative strength. Subject 96, for instance, is merely a very large spider. Subjects 20 and 21, on the other hand, are listed as "The Siren and the Gorgon," and are ordered to be kept in a sensory deprivation chamber at all times "for the sake of continued autonomy".
-Subject 13 was kept in a drug-induced coma while in the Miami facility. No mention of the metal statue you found at the kansas farm is in any of the reports, except for the delivery form indicating it was sent there.
-Of particular use are the current communiques. Most urban centers are under the influence of one or more of the more powerful Subjects. Atlanta seems to having a hell of a time, with Subjects 88 (intensely strong man with hyper-aggressive bone growth) 19 (a man who emits gamma radiation constantly) and 62 (an apparently-ancient man who "projects a field that accelerates the flow of local time in a very sporatic and uncertain manner").
Also of specific note are Cleveland, now home to Subjects 20 and 21; Charleston, under control of Subjects 140-145, "An apparently superpowered line-up of Harlem Globetrotters," and Tampa, from which radio broadcasts have been received by someone claiming to be Subject 33, about whom you can find no file, and claiming to "require assistance gathering data on the Miami phonomena"

rolled 98 = 98

>>9804217
>RAWLIN (Not rolled before, hope it's good)

Stare blankly at the computer screen.
"What. The FUCK."

Also, bond with Garfield.

rolled 26 = 26

>>9804217

>>9804246
;_; I love me so much right now...

>>9804269
Don't look at it too hard now...

>>9804246
>I'll arrange for you some hot dickings, good sir!

>>9804217
Cleavland was the place that declared it's individual seccesion, wasn't it?

Odds that subs 21 & 22 are mind control fuckers?

>>9804246
>Well damn
You manage to stumble upon some kind of half-finished tracer program 54 wrote at some point. There seem to be a lot of half-finished or beta-stage programs littering his hard drives. You enter Walters' phone number and are gifted with a Chicago address, a pretty nice apartment near the center of town. You are also given residential information-
-JACOB WALTERS, 29, "SECURITY DETAIL", ARKHAM RESEARCH Ltd
-SAMANTHA WALTER, 9, DAUGHTER. STUDENT AT WHITTIER ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.

>>9804246
*slowclaps*

>>9804338
I can see the siren calling followers while the gorgon takes care of those who won't submit by turning them to stone... if my interpretation of Greek mythology serves me.

>>9804368
Lets toss our gear in the back of the car and pay them a visit. Not like we are doing anything else at the moment. We could use a nice long road-trip to get away from the depressing scenery.

>>9804338
Have you ever BEEN to Cleveland?
Give a shout of Waaaaaaagh and you've got yourself an army.

>>9804404
This.

>>9804368
He has a kid.
Playfriend for 13? I fear this outcome.

Say again, bond with blood. "Garfield, did you know this guy has a kid? I wonder what color hair she has."

Chicago... Hrm... Going back seems risky. Do we wanna call him, say 'yo sup'?

>>9804404
20 & 21 might be on the way. But we don't have 54 to get us through Ohio anymore. We may have to sneak or--
>someone claiming to be Subject 33, about whom you can find no file, and claiming to "require assistance gathering data on the Miami phonomena"
Should we contact this guy?

>>9804437
>>9804246
>You mean bond like, make buddies, or increase your symbiosis? assuming the latter.

You spend several hours practicing the fine manipulation of your sanguine pseudopods. You're still getting the hang of it, but you could probably open a door across a room by this point.


>I gave you guys like a million places to go, so no accusations of railroading, kthx

>>9804480
I actually think he meant make friends.

I vote Chicago.

>>9804480
Go check on our phone... we did leave it in a seperate location, didn't we? If so, is there activity/is it being watched? If not, check to see if Walter tried to get ahold of us.

>>9804480
>Its all cool.

I'd like to visit him and his daughter in Chicago before heading to Charleston or Tampa. A man emitting Gamma radiation must be killing everyone around him - that stuff is fatal and causes major tissue damage. We'd have to be in a lead suit to beat him. And I'd rather not go up against the Siren and the Gorgon just yet - we'd need to be able to fight while deaf and blind - or somehow separate the two.

>>9804480
>>9804502

I actually meant both. Figured making friends would increase symbiosis. But really, meant make friends. XD Yay for +skills though.

Chicago. Call first, get a feel for the situation there.

Also, guys? How are we getting back through the checkpoints? With our fancy dancy shit?

We're gonna get stomped in Ohio. I hope you guys have a good plan other than "Hello dur dur dur. I know where you and your loved ones live! Wanna be friends?!"

>>9804532
Fancy stuff and our credentials. Should be fine.

maybe we should more thoroughly look over the house see if we missed anything

>>9804459
Depends. Is there any way to reach "33" without having to drive to Tampa? It seems like we're set on Chicago (not my idea), but if we can say hello and give them the rundown, they might be able to exchange information.

Before we go.
Let's do a search on us. Learn everything we can from 54's research ya know?

>>9804586
You check back over the house, but 54's main possession of value was the information on his computer. You put the files from Arkham on a flash drive and head back to the gas station. You cell phone is still behind the toilet in the rest room.

You have 3 missed calls and no voicemail.

>>9804567
What credentials? The only reason we got through last time is because 54 hacked a direct order to the military brass. We don't have that now, or any actual ID. And in 30 hours, they're only more tense.

>>9804619
Check the number on the calls. If no caller-id, call the first one back.

>>9804619
Any kind of caller ID? Can we return their call?

Who else have we called on this phone besides 54 anyway?

>>9804619
Check the missed call numbers, but be ready to bolt if shit hits the fan. If it's Walters, return a call.

>>9804643
Ah - I'm mistaken then. I thought he made fake credentials for us or something.

>>9804661
We only called Walters on this phone. We used a separate phone to call 54. Cause we're brilliant.

>>9804607
This.
>>9804669
Also this.

>>9804607
You manage to find your file fairly easily. 54 was looking at it shortly before he died.
NAME: HELEN TANNER
DOB: APRIL 20, 1987
CLASSIFICATION: Physical Risk 1, Security Risk 3
SPECIFICATIONS: Minor Precognition. Slated for experimentation with KEY/GATE PROJECT. Project has been suspended.
ONGOING ORDERS: Sequester Indefinitely.

>>9804661
>>9804669
>>9804651
All calls are from UNKNOWN NUMBER. You dial the first one back.
It rings several times, then you hear the phone being picked up.
"Hello?" a little girl's voice asks. You hear another receiver being lifted.
"Hello? Hello?" It's Walters.
"Hi daddy!" The little girl says.
"What, Sa-...*muffled* hang up the phone sammy, okay?"
"....82 is that you?"

>>9804739
Please, Jacob, its Helen.

>>9804739
"Hello, Walters. Status in Chicago? Your daughter's got a lovely voice."

I thought we got his number, and didn't give him ours?

>>9804739
Yeah, hey. s'up?

>>9804777
We didn't have a number before. We bought the phones after.

>>9804777
see
>>9802546

>>9804776
>>9804777
"Helen. 82 is my slave name." He stammers a bit, not sure if you're really serious.
"What's going on in Chicago? Lovely-sounding daughter, by the way."
"Thanks," he says. "She's what gets me up every day. Her mother was...she worked in Miami. We moved here after I was hired by Arkham."
"We've locked down the Chicago facility after a break in, of all things. A couple of subjects attacked and stole one measly artifact, some kind of statue that was interacting funny with the MTDs, sorry, the uh, well it's sort of like a backpack, and.."
"Yeah, I uh, I can guess what those are." You think of the Tesla device sitting in 54's living room.
"How did you know about Chicago anyway? in your message? And what about Atlanta?"

>>9804739
Looks like the teleportation was OUR doing then.
This idea needs farther looking into. Do some searching on the key/gate project too

>>9804900
"Well, shit. I'll explain when I'm there. Where are you now?"

The statue?
Fuck. Fuck me sideways.

>>9804934
>meanwhile, back in time...
KEY PROJECT, KEY/GATE PROJECT, and GATE PROJECT, between all of them, only garner you a fragment of a notice updating experimental records. It states that the project is to be suspended immediately, by orders of Dr. Okuniewicz.

You do a search for Okuniewicz, misspelling it several times. You get nothing.

>>9804941
"I'm uh...I'm at my home, we're in the city..."
"I'll see you when I get there," you say, and hang up.
You head back to 54's apartment and get packed.

>What are you taking/definitely not taking?

>>9805015
Take everything. We can't be sure we'll be back. See if 54 has an external hard drive anywhere and then copy everything on his computer onto it. Then wipe the computer and hide the hard drive somewhere safe,

>>9804941
May not be that one. 54 said there were two at the Chicago base. But we don't want to jump to conclusions.
"First hand experience. Almost got my butt handed to me by 23, 151... and 27. But I almost had 27."

>>9805040
Second time of too late. I gotta stop being so wordy.

Also,

>Will you take your own pickup truck, or the Corvette in 54's garage?

>>9805015
We really shouldn't leave too much behind, as it may be used to track us. But we have to pack light, especially if we're going though Ohio... maybe cross country, if we have to hoof it.

>>9805015
Take everything. Also some of 54's stuff.

>>9805035
'everything' definitely covers all our shit.

Stonerbro, what all does 54 have lying around that we could consider taking?

Also, inventory update? (With possible take-shit list update?)

>>9805098
Hell, see if there is a trailer and try to take both.

>>9805098
Take the corvette. What could go wrong?

>>9805156
seconded

>>9805098
Corvette. The pickup might be reported stolen by now. Unless we can't fit everything into it.
- Keep the artifacts. We went through alot to get them.
- Take the flashdrive, hard drive etc.
- Look for a temporary hat, just until we can get ours back from 13.
- Any necessary provisions that we're finding ourselves without.
- Also, money (but I can see 54 doing most of that through electronic transfer).

>>9805132
INVENTORY UPDATE:
-just over 1100 dollars
-butterfly knife
-.38 revolver, 2 shots
-9mm handgun, infinite ammunition
-a portable hard drive of DATA
-a hallucinogenic lighter
-several changes of clothing
-a nazi-engraved letter opener
-a lead box containing cancer-sunglasses that allow you to see ghosts.
-2 "Spiritual Containment Units"
-1 "Multiadaptive Tesla Device," apparently abbreviated MTD
-a backpack
-2 cellular phones
-nightvision goggles

54's house contains clothing for a male, though you could pull off the tomboy look. He also has some food in the kitchen, but little else that would be useful. He only recently moved back in, after all.

>>9805223
Also, leave the cell we talked to Walter with behind the toilet. Even if he trusts us, Arkham may be watching HIM. Our next contact should be face-to-face.

>>9805255
Should be able to fit that and some of 54's clothing into the Corvette.

>>9805255
Corvette, hard drive, all our shit, some non-perishables (and eat whatever's perishable).
Like the 'ditch the phone' idea. Except then Walter can't call us. Turn it off, take out battery+sim, keep with us.
Hide all of it under clothes.

.38 becomes holdout pistol, in our sock.
Because we can.

>>9805255
lose the .38, preferably in a river

>>9805305
You can in fact. You park the truck in the back yard and loading your stuff into the Corvette. You take the cell phone apart and put it in your pocket.
54 has a fairly nice fedora, albeit slightly too large for you. It'll do, but it's just not the same.
You eat your fill and pack some food in the car, then hit the road, heading back west.

"So long in that cell and now we're on the road constantly," Garfield says.
"Yeah, well, we're getting shit done," you reply. "What do you remember from before you and i...met?"
There is a pensive silence.
"Absolutely nothing. Like a long, long sleep."

>>9805374
I think we should make small talk with Garfield at every opportunity. Let's try and improve our freindship if nothing else. but I still dont think he's being honest here.

>>9805318
Concur.

>>9805374
"What's the first thing you remember? What do you remember about the early days? Anything clear? You're the only one I've got if all this shit goes down. We need each other. I'd have died without you, and you.. well, you might be able to live without me. I'd like to think we have something special, though."

FUCK YEAR. A HAT.

>>9805374
"Well, where did you get the writing from?"
>Can't remember if we already covered that.

>>9805443
IIRC, we got an "IDFK. It's there whenever something else isn't." Something mighta surfaced, though.

>>9805419
>>9805431
Agreed

>>9805443
>>9805436
"How much do you remember of Arkham itself?"
"Disorienting; they kept us in bright lights or deep darkness. I remember the long passages of silent brightness, the nights where i starved until I burned, and the occasional agonizing experiment. I try not to think about it."
"What about that writing you can spew out? Was that Arkham?"
"I really don't know. The more I think about that, the less sense it makes. I don't like not knowing where it came from, but our file didn't mention anything like it."

>>9805476
>>9805431
>>9805318
>.38 status: DITCHED

"So, I know I asked you this last time, and you seemed to handle it pretty well, but how are we getting past the military this time?"

"How are you on food?"
Flip through radio stations for the following:
- Information on Ohio
- Information on Chicago
- Information on other subjects
- Information on My Hat
- Information on 33

>>9805573
"I think we may have to go overland this time, we don't have 54 to help us out here."

>>9805573
WE DUN FOUND US A TANK

>>9805573
Is our Arkham ident still good?

>>9805611
54 likely pulled some strings at the time. I don't think it'll hold up.

>>9805611
I think you're supposed to be in the system for another few days. You don't have an OMG EXPRESS ORDER but you might be able to get past anyway. They care less about people leaving the blockade than coming in.

>>9805573
"Try and avoid them. Then try and bluff them. Then try and outrun them. Then, if necessary, kill them."

Or, since we're a chick, start sobbing uncontrollably about our family on the other side.

>>9805573
"I've been wondering that myself. I can't hope to get the same soldier as last time, but who knows? Maybe we'll stumble into a skirmish and slip by?"

>>9805635
>>9805636
"I'm sure you'll think of something," Garfield says.
You drive on towards Ohio, trying to take a lesser-known backroad to avoid the roadblocks/patrols altogether.

>Roll a d100 to SNEAK INTO RURAL OHIO

rolled 91 = 91

>>9805753
Really hoping I don't have to post /tg/ dice this time

rolled 80 = 80

what could possibly go wrong?

rolled 97 = 97

>>9805753

>>9805778
Holy shit, 82 is on fire tonight.

>>9805778
I love you so much right now.

cant stop us now

>>9805778
You avoid the highway, taking the Corvette on backroads near the Great Lakes. You have to pull some evasive maneuvers to avoid a military troop transport, but other than that, nothing.
You worry about the effectiveness of the military blockade.

You continue west, now outside the better-patrolled safe zone that is new england. You stay the hell away from Cleveland, watching the roads behind you cautiously at all times. Once or twice you think you can see a humanoid figure in the sky, flying, but you're not positive.

>>9805890
You drive around for a bit until it gets darker before venturing into Chicago. Parking the car in a garage, then call Walters from a payphone.
"I'm in chicago," you say when he answers, not giving him time to speak. "Are you at home?"
"Yes," he says. "I'm at-"
"I know." You say, hanging up.

>go straight to Walters' apartment?

>>9805929
Sure. Should we leave the guns and such?

>>9805929
Sure, why not.

>>9805929
Prowl around first. Make sure it's not being watched and we're not being followed. I would almost recomment putting on the CANCERVISION, but we don't know their level of toxicity.

>>9805986
Well, I doubt we'll break out in tumors the second we put it on. Possibly Garfield can help fix any troubles we have.

>>9805986
This. Look around.
Almost considered making a passerby put them on. Then realized that was dumb.
Take some sort of weapon. Oh, no, we have blood. Leave shit in the car. MAKE SURE THE DAMN THING IS LOCKED. WE DO NOT NEED OUR SHIT GETTING JACKED.

>>9805929
Oh, lets ditch the letter opener. I'd rather not give the family nightmares.

>>9805986
>>9805981
>>9805964
Walters lives in a nice-looking apartment building, a fairly new construction. You wait around outside, making sure there are no suspicious lingerers (other than yourself) before approaching. He buzzes you in when you call his apartment.

You knock on the white wooden door. A small girl answers, in the midst of a drawn-out "Good eveni-" when she is shepherded back inside by a blocking arm of Walters.
"Yeah, hi, come on in," he says, looking past you down the hallway. Satisfied, he shuts the door after you.
"I'll be honest, I never expected to see you again. I figured you'd just disappear somewhere. I wouldn't blame you. If I didnt have her," he gestures to the living room, where Samantha is watching television, "I probably would have got the hell out of here. But I want my little girl to have a real childhood, you know? Or as real as she can in all this mess."
"You told me you'd explain how you know all this when you got here. So what's up? I didn't tell you, so you must have some other source of information."

>>9806084
"54 was there, in Maimi, when it happened the first time. We caught up. He's dead, and no I didn't do it. He helped me out a lot. His last words were 'I forgive you. Give them hell.' Now, where is your main facility? What can you tell me? The statue? How to get in? Can you bring guests?"

>>9806084
Give him the full story of 54.

"I need to find Mr. Arkham"

>>9806140
This.

>>9806126
>>9806140
Omit 54's final message to us.

Personally I'm still waiting for the big dance number.

>>9806126
>>9806140
"Fifty-four...I'm not familiar with a lot of the subjects, especially the ones that aren't currently knocking cities down. I'm sorry he died, though. Do you want some coffee or something?" he walks into the modest kitchen area.
"Arkham...most of the employees have never seen him. I think, and don't quote me, that he's at Chicago right now, overseeing things and corresponding only with the upper upper echelons of the organization, the ones who probably know about subjects we don't even keep files on."

>>9806214
Tell me some more...

>>9806126
"Chicago's our main facility right now, though I suspect there's a bunker somewhere for the guys like Arkham. They don't look like it right now, but Arkham's usually got contingencies everywhere. I guess they just don't have one for crazy space gods running loose.

>>9806250
"Any rumors as to where? Or anyone who would know any rumors as to where?"

>>9806250
"But what if they do... You think they could dig a bunker deep enough?"

>>9806126
>typing in chunks so you guys don't wait for a huuuuge shit of exposition

"Yeah, we don't know much about the statues. They release some kind of radiation that can get picked up by the MTDs, and...by the way, I'm going to need you to return most of the stuff you stole, we have people who need that."
"But yeah, they didn't seem like they really did anything harmful, so they got put away. One of them was gone already by the time a second one got stolen. I don't know what they know that we don't, but hopefully they don't turn out to screw us up too bad."

>>9806250
"Alright, We'll need to get into the facility then. I need to arrange a meeting."

>>9806294
>Appreciate it. Also nice to not wait 5 minutes for a post.
"You have people who need it? Can you explain? I figured this all went in a vault somewhere, so it was no big if I borrowed it."

keep the gun no matter what, they've got all the ammo they need anyway.

>>9806318
>>9806273
>>9806272
>>9806226
"A meeting? You don't arrange a meeting with Arkham, especially not if you're an escaped subject."
"Listen," he says, "this job is all I have right now. Now I'm fine letting you go because you don't seem like some kind of superterrorist, but stealing stuff from Arkham, and then breaking in? and going after the big man himself? This is way too heavy for me. I'd ask you not to do it at all, but I'm not convinced you'd take my advice.

>>9806294
Sheerly for cooperation's sake, I think we can afford to give him a couple of the things we stole. Like that Tesla Pack. I don't think we have any fucking idea what that does or how to work it effectively.

>>9806294
"Nobody needs to have nightmares about Hitler, and anyways, I'm a person who needs those things."

>>9806390
Not going after him, really, I just need information.
Information only he has.
Like what the fuck they did to me.

>>9806390
"No, you listen. If it wasn't for me, you'd be fucking dead right now. That sweet little thing in there? Would be an orphan. Maybe she has some psychic powers, like I did. Maybe they would fuck with her, like they did me. Maybe they would give her blood that felt like it would boil your skin right off, like they did me. That's who you work for. That's who you're defending. That's who you're siding with, over me. Over the woman who saved your life. Over the woman who you protected. Are you sure that's the decision you want to make?"

tl;dr guilt trip.

>>9806428
:D

>>9806395
>>9806391
>>9806375
"Well, -I- need it too," you say. "But I can give you some of the stuff. You people seem like you know what you're doing with a Tesla device more than I do. And there's some kind of Hitler-dagger..."
"I guess you have a point. And we would appreciate getting the heavier gear back, especially if you don't even know how to work it. Excuse me, it's Samantha's bedtime."
He looks at you for a few long seconds, then decides he trusts you, and walks into the living room, picking his little girl up. She waves at you as he takes her down the hallway to her bedroom.

>>9806440
AND NOW DEVOUR THEM BOTH, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

>>9806440
First D'awwww. Then prepare to take out the baddie that's going to burst through the wall in 3... 2... 1...

>>9806467
Fuck you.
>>9806440
Follow, say goodnight.

>>9806467

Yes Yes. Do it. This uneasy truce has gone on long enough.

>>9806499
You have no sense of humor.

>>9806499
Agreed.
>>9806506
We are swiftly running low on allies.

>>9806518
Its not like we had that many to being with.

>>9806534
Exactly.

>>9806440
Tuck the girl in...
WITH A WARM BLANKET OF BOILING BLOOD.

No, not really. Respect their privacy, wait for him, make sure they're OK.

Want to get shit from car, fear the MONSTA BREAKING IN that was mentioned earlier.

No eating them damnit.

The purer something is....
Eat them both. No more games we gotta take it to Arkham.

>>9806440
You wave back, smiling. You follow slightly, confronting him in the hall; your smile's gone
>>9806428
>you feed him this line of vitriol
He holds his hands up disarmingly, motioning you back into the living room.
"I understand what you're saying. But questionably ethical experiments aside, Arkham has good reasons for most of what they do. They're trying to protect us from the stuff out there that's really bad, the Subject 13s. You can't damn them, and me, for having unscrupulous people on the staff. Why don't you overthrow the whole government while you're at it?"
"And you only saved my life because I was trying to save yours."

>>9806573
We should always be on the lookout for monster break-ins. Grab the items mentioned before from the corvette and bring them back to the apartment.

>>9806619
And guess who brought 13 to that state?

>>9806619
>Why don't you overthrow the whole government while you're at it
"Not a bad idea. Wait, no, not helping the credibility. We need to know more though. We need to know everything there is to know."

>>9806634
>13 has been in Miami the whole time. Whatever you encountered in Kansas was something else like it. Going with the spirit of your post.

He stares at you grimly; he narrows his eyes.
"What...are you trying to say"

>>9806619
Whispering now.
"No, I saved your life because I liked you. I genuinely fucking liked you. And you call their torture, their mind-rape and body-rape, the shit they've pulled with just me, 'questionable ethics.' How much more 'protection' is going to be done before Arkham becomes a bunch of people just like us. Worse than us. Beware ye who would fight monsters, right? Well let me tell you, with the shit I've been through, this abyss is pretty god-damned black, and your boss has been staring into it for a damn long time."

Wait a moment for it to sink in.

"I don't want to overthrow anybody. I just want to try and fix whatever I caused back in Miami. Problem, this guy that I think can help me doesn't want to."

>>9806679
FUCK MY NEED TO MAKE SPEECHES. Takes too damned long.
Though I guess it's still somewhat appropriately timed.

>>9806674
I meant state as in state of being, not geographically. My fault.

>>9806688
>>9806679
>Hey man, it's good stuff, I'll work it in.
>Also sorry, I was on the phone real quick.
Walters looks at you, clearly conflicted.
"Look, I need....I need like a night to think about this. Friend or not, important or not, this is asking a great deal. Do you have somewhere to stay in town?"

>>9806798
"Could... Could I crash on your couch?"

>>9806798
"I have some money, I figured I'd get a hotel"

>>9806829
Walters looks at you, deadpan. He chews his lip, looking towards the hallway leading to his daughter.
"...No."

>>9806829
Hush, you. we can find a hotel. don't pressure the guy whom we're asking to bite the hand that feeds him.

Also, we should probably bring up that if we hadn't stolen what we took, worse things would have happened to it. Like winged faggot.

>>9806843
>Ouch, Shot DOWN!
*shrug* "Alright then, c'ya. Just thought that you could use the extra protection. Just in case one of your "space gods" comes calling."

>>9806798
"I can stay in my car. It's served me faithfully enough this far."

Walk to door, pause.

"Walter... Jacob. Look at what 13 did to Florida. Look at what I can do. Now ask yourself; if we don't do something, what chance has she got for any childhood at all? Stay safe. Don't let the shadows bite."

Go to car. Stay near house. Park across street, preferably.

I FEEL IMPENDING SHITSTORM AND I DO NOT LIKE IT.

Hotel. Hug goodbye, if he lets us.

We did take the hard drives from the computer right?

>>9806857
>>9806849
>>9806832
>>9806872
"I can protect my own daughter. I'll see you out."
Walters escorts you out of the apartment. He closes you door; you hear bolts sliding inside.

>You'll be towed if you park right outside his apartment complex.
You start walking back towards your car; it's a few blocks away, and the night has grown misty. About a street over, you are distracted by a few strange lights in the sky. As you watch, they circle lazily a few times before moving off to the south
It's probably just a helicopter. It could be much worse.

rolled 73 = 73

SPOT CHECK

>>9806942
>>9806960
Get the goggles

>>9806942
Helecopter lights do not circle. Especially not lazily.
Fuuuuu....
Which way was it to his house?

Also, did we ever give him his shit?
...
How did that hitler nightmare shit work again?

>>9806942
Lets try to feed if Garfield is hungry. Otherwise lets go and get a crap-load of coffee and have us a stakeout. Staying up late one night shouldn't be too hard.

>>9806960
>73
You narrow your eyes, unzipping your backpack to fetch the nightvision.

There's something out there, some kind of vast serpentine figure swimming through the mists in the air, just beyond your view. The lights disappear behind a building.

The nightvision is almost useless in this fog. You're better off with streetlights.

>>9806985
You didn't bring the artifacts with you.
The letter opener makes you have nightmares about Hitler. That is all.
Looking back down the street, Jacob's apartment would be on your right. The lights have gone around a tall building to your left.

>>9807020
Call him. Now.

>>9807003
>>9807020
>vast serpentine figure
"That is not good."
Follow it as best we can.

well looks like its time to kill. or at least follow.
Follow. Follow like the wind.

>>9807003
>, some kind of vast serpentine figure swimming through the mists in the air, just beyond your view
CHINESE GODS!
THE COMMUNISTS ARE INVADING!

The fact that there's random shit in the skies just made my view of this world a whole fuckton darker.

Anyways, go find a hotel. And yeah, feed if we want to.
Engage Garfield in some more casual banter. "Hey, Garfield. We all know what happens when pigs fly. What about snakes?"

I have the overwhelming urge to disturb garfield now, I wonder what it would take.

>>9807044
>>9807042
>>9807035
>>9807052
>following, but bantering
"Garfield, you ever seen anything like that?"
"Not that I recall..." your blood responds. "What is it even?"
"Not sure, some kind of vehicle, at least that's what I'm hoping," you say, moving around the corner.

Further down the street, there is an intersection, at which sits a large, prosperous-looking back. It is at this bank's door that you now see the host of those faint-looking lights.
The lights themselves are tiny luminescent spheres on short, slowly-writhing tentacles attached to the creature's head, or at least front part- it doesn't seem to have a head in the traditional sense.
Its dark green-grey flesh looks wet and lumpy in the streetlight. It sits doglike on four squat legs, ending in gigantic human hands; the creature could be thirty feet long, including its multiple-tipped, flail-like tail. There is a short, squat-looking human(oid?) standing next to the horror. They don't seem to have noticed you. The figure is inspecting the front of the door while the beast waits patiently and silently.

>>9807122
Do we have our gun?

>>9807122
Fantastic, we have a demon summoner on our hands.

Slip behind something and watch them covertly.

>>9807122
Bank robbers... how quaint...

Lets ask them nicely what's going on, and if they respond aggressively - blood armor it up and roast 'em.

yawn

>>9807122
BOSS BATTLE TIME

I kinda wanna approach it and try and talk.
Blood armor on chest, ready to get whips/full armor?

Or, ranged-tickle, since we have better manipulation.

>>9807161
Yup, blood armour under clothes.

>>9807140
you do have your gun; you draw it silently, letting your armor flow over your skin, warm and protective.
>>9807161
>>9807148
You step forward, body armored under your clothing, but face revealed.
"What seems to be the commotion?"
The creature's light-stalks wriggle excitedly as the short man turns to look at you.
"And who might you be?" he calls out gruffly, raising one gloved hand and motioning for you stop. "Not the law I take it? Nor one of those self-righteous suits, i would imagine. A concerned citizen perhaps?" his voice loses what jovial tone it possessed "...or competition?"

>>9807152
;-;

>>9807212
"Call me 82. Who would you be?"

>>9807212
"Curious. 82. You?"

>>9807212
"I could be competition... or a partner. What exactly are you doing? And what exactly is... that thing?"

>Ignore the sage, Stonerbro. I've been faithfully following this since part 2. I was actually sad yesterday when it didn't start till 11. You've managed to wrangle at least a couple diehard fans. Haters gonna hate.

>>9807212
"No, not competition. Though I have some friends nearby that might be inconvenienced by your actions. Can I convince you to pick another bank elsewhere?"

>>9807267
I advise against revealing weakness.
If shit goes bad, demon-summoner bank-robber seems sadistic enough to go after them.

>>9807248
>>9807256
>>9807263
"I'm not competition, but I could be a friend. 82," you remark. "And who might you be?"
"82? What a hack! Arkham must not have thought much of you!" he points, chuckling to himself, nudging the spongy flesh of his leviathan, which remains silent.
"I got shouldered with the number 18 during my stay at Arkham. Said I was dangerous to, what was it? "The structure of the nation, and of human society as a whole." Can you image that?"

>>9807283
I'm not telling him they are in the building next to us. Just appealing to some sort of honor (if he has any).

>>9807307
"Interesting. So what can you do? Make giant mutants?"

>>9807307
Interesting. First indication the numbers are a sort of ranking.

>>9807307
"Is number based on threat? And here I was just proud that mine was..." look at the flesh-beast "... bigger." Wink.

"I'd say no -- you're talking to me fine enough, no mad ravings yet -- but, considering I couldn't imagine your friend ten seconds ago? I'll let you be the judge."

>>9807345
trying to imagine number 1...

AH MY BRAIN!

>>9807324
He steps into the light of a streetlamp.
"You could say I'm gifted with an extraordinary imagination."
He opens one hand, extending it as though holding something. A wisp of black, thick smoke whirls in his hand, coalescing into a tiny six-legged creature with dragonfly wings and an oversized, lamprey-like mouth. He looks at it for a moment, then shrugs, tossing it into the air, where it awkwardly takes wing, buzzing around with a sound like a large hornet.

>>9807307
"Well, to be honest, while I was in there, I wasn't much. I've gotten better."

>>9807358
18 summons flesh-demons.
13 caused Florida to fuck itself. In the nose.
Shit, son. The thought of 12 more 13s is terrifying enough.

>>9807361
"Only living things? A key to the door seems a lot more inconspicuous."

Also, if this dude can make ANYTHING, with his BRAIN, do not piss him off.
Killing him at first opportunity is OK though.

>>9807361
How far away is he at this point?

>>9807361
In response, extrude a psuedopod and wobble it around harmlessly, making a kung-fu face.

>>9807384
"I don't know which key opens this bank, would be my logical response. But in truth, what fun would that be anyway?" he laughs, gripping his stomach. "And I'm for show and tell, but I'll just let you guess what sort of things I can..imagine"
>>9807387
Some 20-30 feet.

>>9807361
Alright, lets try to get closer to kill him before he can create something. This can go very badly.

"Well that's something you don't see every day. Did the big guy come out of your hand as well? And why not make something nicer looking?"

>>9807412
Agreed.

>>9807410
I recommend extending a whip as long as possible and keeping it on the ground and in the shadows. If we can whip it up and take out one of his legs, he'll be in so much pain that he shouldn't be able to think of anything.

>>9807412
Also agreed.

Well fuck... diplomacy is not going well...

>>9807429
Or he thinks of GOZIRRA!!!
My vote is for the head/spine shot.

>>9807437
Gets us closer.

>>9807429
He stepped under a street lamp so we can't get too close otherwise he'll see it.

>>9807448
>>9807429
We also have a gun, guys.

>>9807429
Can we make one long whip and shoot it out like a blood spear?

>>9807451
What stops him from having summoned an invisible bullet proof sky jellyfish?

>>9807412
>>9807421
>>9807432
>>9807429
You let a long whip of blood ooze out of your wrist, trailing it behind you as you walk closer, hoping it's hidden by the night.
"That's pretty handy, I guess, if you like ugly shit."
His face sours; you're standing on the edge of the streetlamp's light now.
"Insolent little bitch," he mutters, clenching the fingers on one hand.

The ground around him, and around you, is suddenly thick with black smoke.

>What do? Roll a d100 if you think it'll help.

>>9807467
I'm saying there might be more than meets the eye already there.
We should inquire as to why a man of such... talent needs to get into a bank, if it's maybe not really a bank at all.

rolled 98 = 98

>>9807478
Shit! Flail the whip at 'em!

rolled 8 = 8

>>9807478
I seriously doubt it will help.

TIME TO DIE, 82!

>>9807487
We are ROCKIN' THE ROLLS TONIGHT!

>>9807487
FUCK YEA

>>9807487
Nice Roll.

>>9807500
Thanks, I've been rolling good tonight.

rolled 28 = 28

>>9807478
ROLLAN

>>9807487
>Holy Mustache! Willikers!

You whip your hand forward, the trail of blood slicing up from the ground. It strikes him in the leg, and he topples backwards, thrown off balance. The hulking creature next to him turns, roaring at you from its five gill-like mouths.
Fortunately, the black smoke seems to disperse uselessly, the creation or summoning dispersed.

>Roll a d100 and prepare for some counterattack. Highest roll also picks next action.

rolled 96 = 96

>>9807530

>>9807539

>>9807539
Given that he didn't specify something, and the fact that we've already started shit, I'm guessing our next action is to FINISH HIM.

>>9807539
Holy fuck, 82 is killing some serious shit tonight.

>>9807539
Oh, nice. Lets bring our other whip into play and use it to dice up whatever counterattack is coming at us. Flick back the one we used to take out his leg and try to take an arm off or something. Or slowly let Garfield consume him so we can at least -try- to get some answers from him.

>>9807554
Was rolling first to see what happened before I suggested an action.

6 Consecutive threads of Rolling utter fucking shit.

It had to happen at some point, guys.

>>9807558
This would be a good time to see if, after a successful whip attack, we can leave some active Garfield residue to eat away at our opponent for a few seconds.

>>9807567
Ahh. On the upside at least we had the same idea.

>>9807572
I'm going to have to agree. Let's go with that.

>96
>seriously are you guys cheating? or is this 8 threads of accumulated karma?

The hulk rumbles towards you, roaring again. You see a few lights go on in windows up the street. You flick your whip at it, extruding another. Both slam into the front of its flesh, which sizzles and releases a horrible odor. 18 scrambles to his feet, trying to put himself between you and his creation. The hornet-beast also buzzes around near you, though you manage to dodge it skillfully.

"Ugh, this thing tastes disgusting," Garfield complains as he melts a large section of its flesh. It's charge is stopped, and it backs away from you, pawing at the ground thunderously.

>What do?

rolled 36 = 36

>>9807620
>It's cause I'm here.
>Now watch me biff this roll.

FINISH HIM.
Would like him to talk, but people will be noticing soon, and torture in the middle of the street might not be such a good idea.

>>9807620
Karma
Extend whip towards 18, try to finish him off.

rolled 18 = 18

>>9807620
>I thought 18 lost a leg before...
Full attack on 18. If we get him, the monsters should die. Hopefully.

>>9807620
If your whip is still attached to his leg, eat it off.

>>9807620
Complete blood armor suit up, look badass, say "Maybe we got off on the wrong foot, I'm sure you don't want to lose your precious number."

rolled 9 = 9

>>9807636
>>9807638
Oshi--- Bad rolls are back.

rolled 35 = 35

>>9807620

FINISH HIM!

FATALITY!

Looks like there will be no finishing of this fight, yet.

rolled 42 = 42

>>9807620
Eat him alive.

and then I am out for the night.

Great, as always.

>>9807636
>>9807638
>>9807652
Uh oh.

>>9807638
>Wow really an 18? How can I not? So apropos.

You flail out with the whips, but you are distracted as the horrible little flying creature begins grinding its lamprey like mouth into the side of your face.
18 has limped behind his large creation, and soon you see him lift off ponderously, on the back of some kind of horrific-looking manta.
You send your blood armor up to cover your face, forcing the creature off of you.

<YOUR BOND WITH YOU BLOOD HAS INCREASED>
<YOUR BLOOD ARMOR NOW MENACES WITH SPIKES OF BLOOD>

>>9807678
Oh /tg/ dice, how I missed you

>>9807638
>>9807643
>whip knocked him to his feet/injured one leg, but you did not establish a hold, nor did you shear it off, though both are theoretically doable

>>9807702
It it with garfield.

>>9807702
Shoot the bastard!

*Eat, not it.

rolled 36 = 36

>>9807702
Run.
Just go.
People will see stuff soon. Do not want to be here when that happens.
Use this as leverage on Walter (because I am the sadistic speech-writer).

Also, rolling for shits and giggles.

rolled 72 = 72

INDIANA JONES BLOODWHIP! GRAB THE MANTA!

Time to try for massive distance projection of bloodwhips!

>>9807714
>Cool - now we know what to do for next time. I approve.

>>9807702
Is he low enough that we can grab hold with a whip and use it to hoist ourselves up on top of it? I mean, grab on (without burning our hold away) and retract our blood inside our body to pull ourself up?

>>9807722
You squeeze off several shots, which punch through the webby flesh of the manta's wings, but which go wide of 18 himself.
As you look down at the street-level, you can see a wide mist of black, through which an increasing number of tiny humanoids can be seen darting.
>>9807748
You strain yourself, flinging Garfield outwards, but you cannot establish the necessary distance, and the tentacle quickly contracts to your current maximum length of ~12 feet.

>>9807749
Or to create a net out of burning blood, kind of like the predators in AVP have. The problem with boarding the manta is... how do we get down. Are we really ready to test whether Garfield can hold himself together well enough to make blood wings so we can glide to safety?

>>9807749
We'd be like Spider-man but icky, damp, and nightmare fuel!

rolled 46 = 46

>>9807772
Oh shit... Lets extend our whips - set for maximum burn - and start slicing and dicing these guys. Though who knows how many 18 can create... Maybe we should try to get to higher ground.

>>9807796
He probably has a maximum control radius on these creatures so unless he follows us around from the air they are likely to disappear if we just run.

Considering people are going to start noticing soon and we just fired a gun, I think running (not to our car) is preferable.

>>9807782
Any of those things would require control that you're certain is beyond you at the moment.
>>9807796
You extend your whips, feeling your armor bubble with heat. Garfield is good about keeping a layer of cool blood against your skin even while the outer parts of the armor get hotter. You slash wide threatening arcs, driving back the large beast, while the several dozen tiny creatures watch you from beyond, baring tiny teeth and scratching the air gaunt nailed fingers.

Make new thread, we are at limit.

Archiving

>>9807847
We're only on page 3, and we'll probably wrap up within the next hour.

>>9807840
Staring moving backwards, keeping an eye out on all sides.

>>9807840
Well, 18's gotten away. I say now our best bet is to run, taking out any of the little things that get in our way and leading as many things as possible away from Walters and our car. Hopefully they disperse with distance, if not at least we can avoid collaterally taking out the closest thing we have to a friend.

>>9807930
>>9807927
You backpedal, keeping your eyes on the creatures and occasionally lashing out with a whiplike projection. 18 disappears around a street corner; you can hear sirens approaching.
You turn and run, looking behind occasionally. Some of the creatures tail you for a while, but eventually they dissolve into black mist with looks of shock on their angular little goblin-faces.
Your cell phone rings. It's UNKNOWN NUMBER

>>9807995
answer it?

>>9808011
"What the hell is going on out there?" It's Walters. "Was that you firing shots? What kind of shit have you brought to my doorstep?"

>>9807995
Is there any good place to duck in and hide? I assume we'd lose our connection if we were to do our old hide in the sewers trick. My vote is find a place out of sight and hearing to hide and answer the phone.

>>9808018
"18. And how is that my fault, out of curiosity?"

>>9808018
"Number 18 showed up, trying to rob the bank. And it seems he's sadistic enough to hurt people for the fun of it. I drove him off, but he's not gone for good. Be glad that its ME he's pissed at"

>>9808018
"I didn't bring shit here, It was 18, he came here all by himself. You know this is what I do."

>>9808032
Number 18, and it's so not my fault. He was robbing a bank, I'm a good person, so I stopped him. Go me.

>>9808032
>>9808019
You duck into an alley as you run away, blood armor receded enough to put the phone against your ear.
"Look, all I know is you show up, and hell's apparently following with you. But I'll believe you had nothing to do with it; I just assumed. It's not like there isn't plenty of shit wandering around anyway."

>>9808018
"Yes, it was me firing. I felt that letting someone with boundless powers of creation have his way with your neighborhood would be a Bad Thing."

>>9808066
"Thanks. One last time before I bed up for the night - are you sure you don't want any extra protection? Otherwise I'm hitting a hotel and hoping nothing else attacks while I sleep."

>>9808045
>>9808051
>>9808064
>>9808067
"Shit,"he exclaims. "I'll get on the phone with headquarters and let them know they need to get a team in the city. Tomorrow I'll get Samantha out of town, my parents live out in Michigan. Then...then I'll help you get in touch with Arkham. You seem proactive, at least."

>>9808066
"I'm going to find someplace away from this neighborhood to hide out. When he comes after me, and he will, I want to be far from your family."

>>9808105
"Well then... Give me a head start out of here please. I'll have to drive through the night to reach a far enough place to still be under their radar."

>>9808118
"No way. I have my baby girl to worry about, I'm not waking her up to drive her out of here in god-knows-what-catastrophe. I won't mention you to Arkham, from the sound of things they'll have their hands full with 18."

>>9808145
Good enough. Stay safe. I'll call if anything... well, anything worth calling happens.

>>9808145
"If you getting your daughter out tomorrow, let me drive out of here tonight. I don't want to risk catching any additional heat if I can help it."

>>9808145
Well, he's got a somewhat gimped leg, now.

>>9808213
>>9808208
"I'm not stopping you. Good luck to you; i'll call you tomorrow."
"Daddy, who is it?" comes a tired voice in the background. Walters hangs up.

>Going to hole up in a hotel or gtfo?

>>9808255
Hole up in a hotel.

>>9808255
I really want to gtfo, but my disaster sense is tingling. Lets hole up in the closest hotel (to his apartment complex) that we can find.

>>9808255
Go to outskirtsy area to find a hotel, we do presumably have to go the the Arkham facility in Chicago.

>>9808275
>>9808274
You slink back through alleyways, eventually finding a cheap-looking hotel a few blocks away. You check yourself in, peering out the fifth-story window at the misty night. You can hear faint sirens; you hope 18 simply fled and isn't making a horrid mess of things.

>Going to close up shop for this evening; thread's been archived.
>I felt like tonight was a little lackluster, though we did get some good exposition in, and a spider-legged Lebron James head. Plus tomorrow is set for some cool shit.

Feedback? Like always, interested to know what you guys think. I'm trying to keep things interesting, chaotic without being lolrandum xD, creepy when they have to be, emotionally jarring when they have to be, well-paced, and inclusive of everyone's input; it's a delicate balance, and I realize there are some weak points in every session.

Currently Known Former Arkham Detainees

13- Eloise Westchester, host to Entity beyond rational thought.
At the center of reality breaking event in Miami
18- Summoner/ Conjurer of anything he can imagine, usually living creatures: Last seen in Chigago
19- Emits Gamma Radiation: in Atlanta
20,21- The Siren, The Gorgon: in Cleveland
23- the Razor of Heaven, sword that breaks laws of nature: Wielded by Subject 151
27- Cilian Creed, pyromancer: Assumed Incapacitated, Last seen with Subject 151
33- Abilities unknown, seeking information about Miami
50- Gigantic Crocodile-man: Deceased
54- Maksim Wade, Technomancer: Deceased
62- Old Man, Bends time near him: in Atlanta
82- Hellen Tanner, minor precog, Host to sentient, carnivorous blood entity, able to control blood for offense and defense.
88- Phillip Walker, intensly strong, hyper-aggressive bone growth: in Atlanta
96- A Large Spider
140-145- Superpowered Harlem Globetrotters: In Charleston
151- Ramiel, Angelic-like being with a large ego: Last seen near Chigago Arkham Facility

Anyone that we know of missing?

We should really look into ways of getting around our distance limit.

I'm thinking blood nades. That burn horrendously upon impact and devour their way into the target.

>>9808371
Holy crap! copying this down for my own personal records, very well done!

>>9808357
I enjoyed tonight. It was good for the tone and plot. I can't think of any critiques.

>>9808404
Thanks.
Who knows, I may steal it for something someday.

rolled 29 = 29

>>9808357
As always, fun to participate in and to be kept in anticipation of ever looming disaster. Rolling for good rolls next time.

>>9808371
Yay! we rank higher than the spider!

>>9808416
It's difficult to make new powers/artifacts without stealing material from x-men/SCP, especially when I realize I have to make something up on the spot.

>>9808429
>ever looming disaster
You know, I have been thinking that 13 is awful quiet recently...

>>9808436
I was getting a SCP vibe from this. In a good way though.

this shit is awesome

>>9808445
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Oh wait, that means Hat Revenge.
And revenge for Maksim, that too.

>>9808466
The question is, how do we kill something that bends reality to its will? With a Ghostbusters cannon that doesn't seem to work? Remember the guys that were blasting away at the thing in the cornfield...

Any guesses as to what #1 can do?

>>9808488
Find the object the thing in the cornfield wanted, steal it, drive to Miami, throw it at 13, have the Eldrich Horrors duke it out.

>>9808491
Good question, what CAN Mr. Arkham do?

>>9808511
A while ago, I was reading a thread about something like this. How do we know that the thing in the cornfield and the thing in 13 aren't one and the same. In fact, evidence seems to suggest they are.

>>9808521
Well played. Inb4 Mr. Arkham is either Batman or Silar

>>9808538
I'm pretty sure StonerDM flat out said that they were similar but seperate

>>9808521
Well, Arkham, or the Slender Man

>>9808559
Did he? Must have missed that.
>>9808546
Close. Arkham is Batman and Sylar.

We should probably look into forming some sort of Xmen-ish group to combat 13.

Although considering how many of them we've fought they might not be so willing to team up later...

>>9808488
Our blood armor seemed to confuse it, and it didn't take well to the blood lash.

I doubt it's affected by the actual blood though. My guess is that it's being struck with a conscious mind (Garfield's) that is doing the harm. It's a physical and psionic attack in one.

>>9808568
Yeah, I did say that. Of course, that just makes the playing field more complex. It's quite the convoluted mindfuck, at least on this end where I'm tracking EVERYTHING that's going on.
WHILE HIGH.

>>9808568
So he's "The Night" with everyone's superpowers? We should just give up now.

>>9808581
Makes me wonder how you are when you aren't high.

>>9808581
I know how you feel, I ran Trollquest while high.
God that was a clusterfuck.

>>9808597
It would probably improve everyone's situation, but I'm so tied to the gimmick. I mean, it's my fucking name.
Plus, you know, I love smokin' that weed.

>>9808605
Eh, I've known three people that smoked it continuously. It fucked them up badly in the long run. But I suppose everyone is different.

I look forward to tomorrow night.

>>9808648
As do I, fellow Anonymous. Been following since thread 5, read up on the archives and liking it now. The mystery of what the fuck is going on, and wondering what is going to happen next.

Are there any empty positions for other numbered experiments\patients?

>>9808816
See
>>9808371
>>9808436
We only know a couple dozen, and he makes some of them up on the spot.
So yes.

>>9808846
I don't make up ALL of them on the spot.
But yeah, you guys know most of the ones I have in finalized "existence" so there are plenty of blank spots.
I do do other stuff during the day.

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