Powers
- Minor Precognition
- Sanguine Symbiote (Fine Motor Control)
- Blood Lashes
- Blood Armor (Spiked)

Equipment ($1100+)
Weapons (On Person): 1 Butterfly Knife, 1 9mm Handgun (Artifact - Infinite Ammo)
Gear (On Person): 1 TEMPORARY Fedora, 1 Backpack (containing 1 pair of Nightvision Goggles, 1 Cell Phone, 1 Flashdrive of 54's Arkham Data, 1 Lead Box holding Carcenogenic Sunglasses [Artifact - Ghost Vision] and several changes of Clothes), and 1 Lighter (Artifact - Hallucinogenic).
Vehicle: 54's Corvette
Gear (In Vehicle): 1 Multi-Adaptive Tesla Device, 2 Spiritual Containment Units, 1 Nazi-Engraved Letter Opener (Artifact - Hitler-Related Nightmares) in glove compartment, 1 Emergency Cell Phone, and various forms of Non-Perishable Food.

Archives-
1- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9699385/
2- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9718987/
3- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9740662/
4- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9746933/
5- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9760642/
6- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9765681/
7- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9781242/
8- http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9802302/

I took a night off to brainstorm/rest my head. Posted a thread about it pretty late, and ArkhamArchivist posted an extremely updated list of Known Information that I wish I had saved.

Arkham Research Ltd - Detainee Roster (Updated)
#13) Eloise Westchester: Adolescent spirit medium from Kansas; now the physical anchor for a vast cosmic intelligence. [Miami Ruins, FL]
#18) Name unknown: Creates physical manifestations, usually in the form of living creatures. [Chicago, IL]
#19) Name unknown: Emits gamma radiation. [Atlanta, GA]
#20) Siren, The: Capabilities unknown (possibly influencing others through sound). [Cleveland, OH]
#21) Gorgon, The: Capabilites unknown (possibly turning people to stone). (Cleveland, OH)
#23) Razor of Heaven, The: Sword that cuts through coherent matter. Currently wielded by #151. [Chicago, IL]
#27) Cilian Creed: Subject capable of producing and manipulating fire. Assumed incapacitated (and unarmed). [Chicago, IL]
#33) Name unknown: Capabilites unknown (possibly related to radio). Seeking information about Miami. [Tampa, FL]
#50) Name unknown: Possesses immense strength and size, and strong crocodilian features. [Deceased - Kentucky?]
#54) Maksim Wade: Recieves, transmits, and controls electrical equipment. [Deceased - Connecticut]
#62) Name unknown: Elderly (or afflicted) subject who bends entropic time within close proximity. [Atlanta, GA]
#82) Hellen Tanner, aka Mary Sue Keither, aka Parigold: Minor precog who has formed symbiosis with a sentient, carnivorous sanguine entity for blood-related combat. Linked to the Key/Gate project. [Present]
#88) Phillip Walker: Subject afflicted with hyper-aggressive bone growth, resulting in an exo-skeleton covering an intensely powerful body. [Atlanta, GA]
#96) Name unknown: Large spider which may be capable of causing communication blackouts. [Louisville, KT]
#140-145) Names unknown: Subjects of unknown capabilities (although reminiscent to the Harlem Globetrotters). [Charleston, VA]
#151) Ramiel: Winged angelic being with a large ego (possibly brought on by contact with #23). [Chicago, IL]

>>9841768
>>9841774
>>9841809
eah... I might be a little too into this game.

>>9841809
>unarmed

>>9841779
Really? Damn. I wish I got that. I had to piece mine together from previous threads. I don't have to go to work tonight, though. Which I'm fairly happy about.

>>9841809
>Siren, The
>Cleveland, OH

I just shit myself laughing, we have so many loudmouthed cunts around here its retarded. Might as well be a colony of em IRL.

>>9841884
You know, every time Cleveland comes up in the thread, there's ALWAYS someone who's like "lol, fuckin' Cleveland."

I feel so sorry for you guys.

Anyway, Walters is getting his daughter clear of the city today, and after that he said he would call you. That gives you several hours to kill.

>What do?

>>9841905

the gorgon might as well be real too, seriously, ohio women in general are the ugliest cunts on this rock.

Me too bro, me too.

find the nearest white castle. order $40 worth of "hamburgers".

>>9841905

I would hate to hate my town. Where I live is pretty much perfect.

I'm going to have to look over these threads because they look like a trip and a half, but I gotta go out for awhile.

>>9841752
At least it didn't have anything to do with Hitler...

We need a police scanner. And I hope we moved the important stuff in the car to our room. I don't want to chase down a crackhead trying to hock an MTD.

>>9841939
Lets ask Garfield what he is hungry for though.

Time to feed.

>>9841998
Flesh. He's hungry for flesh. He's ALWAYS hungry for flesh.

Although... maybe we should ask him if we need to be worried about cholesterol, one of these days.

>>9841998


Dude, Garfield died decades ago.

>>9841939
You leave the hotel, finding a fast-food joint and dropping forty bucks on burgers. The fry-cook looks at your girlish figure, then raises an eyebrow.
"You ordering for a construction crew or somethin'?"
"uh, mad munchies," you mumble, grabbing your burgers and going to the restroom, where your blood voraciously consumes the flesh. The bread is burned to ashes, but Garfield doesn't seem to gain any sustenance from food that isn't flesh, cooked or otherwise.

>>9841990
The heavier equipment is still in your vehicle, which as of ~2AM last night was safely parked in a garage a few blocks away.

>>9842038
huh?

>>9842038
Garfield is the name we've given our sentient blood buddy.

>>9842038
IT'S TRUE!!

>>9842011
(Hey! Hey, you! Arkham Archivist! Did I do okay, or is there something I missed?)

>>9842084
Yup. Notice the 2nd to last frame; The last decades of comics are actually Garfield's life flashing before his own eyes.

Let's break down some possibilities to keep things moving.

You could:
-catch up on local/national news.
-Try to find 18
-buy more equipment if there's anything you guys think you might need

>>9842163
I definitely had that story arc in a collection as a kid. Pretty dark storyline for that comic.

-catch up on local/national news.

definitely.

>>9842045
It had better be enough for now. We need to put our ear to the ground (figurately) and gain some information before deciding our next move.
And I wouldn't put it past Arkham to try collecting us. Dangerous people in the city recently; probably has an active dragnet for strange goings on.

>>9842190
I'll second this

>>9842137
My list has personality traits, but yeah, you have all the numbered subjects. Technically, we don't know whether the siren or gorgon are 20 or 21, respectively.

I also have the unknown entities, as follows.

Unknown Entities

"Slender Man"- Shown in Drawings by Subject 13, indicated as connected with Mr. Arkham by Subject 82's hallucinations. Qualities unknown
Cornfield Entity- Similar in kind to the entity posessing Subject 13, appears as a collection of mist. Can impose its ego on others.
Shadow Man- Unknown if real, may be a result of Subject 82's paranoid delusions, but apparently able to control shadows.
Theodore Arkham- Leader of Arkham, enigmatic character, wealthy, described as figurative, possibly literal ghost by Subject 54. May be of dual 'White' and 'Black' nature.

>>9842191
>>9842190
You pick up a copy of the Chicago Tribune. You're down to about 900 bucks, between a hotel room, food, and gas to chicago.
"We need to listen to the radio more..." Garfield mutters, reading along with you through the veins in your eyes.

MIAMI APPARENTLY DESERTED, SAYS MILITARY
-The United States military is tentatively declaring an All-Clear in the greater Miami area after months of horrific chaos. Millions lie dead in the silent, tragic aftermath.

SAN FRANCISCO HELD FAST IN THE GRIP OF CHAOS.
-Surfers and beach-goers first reported strange objects washing up on shore. Shortly thereafter, a mutilated young girl emerged from the Pacific and began what can, unfortunately, only be described as a "second Miami." The military is scrambling to bring foreign base-forces back home to supplement an already-stretched-thin army.

GERMANY DISSOLVES GOVERNMENT
Berlin, DE- The German Prime Minister and Bundestag have officially resigned control of the country's government, turning the reigns over to a newly-appointed "Chancellor," an enigmatic figure calling himself the "Inheritor of Thule." A media blackout was issued forth following this news, so the world is uncertain how to respond, or how Germany itself is responding to this left-field development.

Much of the paper is taken up by discussions of the military's plan of action. (long story short, even Garfield, a relatively naive blood-entity, can tell that they're just shooting buzzwords around to try and calm the populace while the country slowly falls apart).

Of potential note in the shorter articles
-An apparently immortal man was apprehended in WWI American Army uniform while wandering aimlessly through a major intersection. He was commited to a NY mental institution after proving to be chaotic and confused.

-Preliminary reports find Louisville, Kentucky mostly depopulated, with thick webs encircling most of the urban center.

-A giant praying mantis has joined the shmorgasborg of disaster that is Atlanta; it appears bullet-proof and has taken to ripping the tops off of cars and eating the heads of carpoolers.

>>9842284
>>9842324
And the cataloging begins...

>>9842324
We need to figure out if that Key/Gate project was responsible for us getting to Kansas or if it was 13 getting all Twilight Zone ("You're a bad man!")
If we can use it to get around, we might be able to help more dramatically.
But right now, we have to focus on meeting Arkham. Worry on what's in Chicago first.

>>A giant praying mantis... it appears bullet-proof and has taken to ripping the tops off of cars and eating the heads of carpoolers.

did you get this from the horrible sci-fi channel movie with bruce campbell?

At the newsstand is also a small television on which the purveyor is watching local news. The subtitle reads "Hell comes to Chicago"

"-ly unprepared for what they faced; creatures both small and large that were uniformly described as demonic or horrifying."
*cut to, no shit, Subject 18 himself, being interviewed*
"It was horrible!" he practically shouts into the microphone. "They just came outta nowhere, all grotesque. I tell you, only some kind of mad genius could even conceive of some of the stuff we saw last night."
*reporter turns back to the camera*
"Police, assisted by local national guard presence, were able to quell the intrusion will minimal collateral damage. Thankfully, wherever these horrible beasts came from, they can be kept at bay by the brave efforts of our appointed protectors."

>>9842389
Someone's going to have to be more specific.

>>9842389
OH SHIT, Alien Apocalypse?
No, but that movie is ridiculous levels of cheese.
*Bruce Campbell fucking shoots a dude with a crossbow*
"you said you're a doctor. You're supposed to heal people."
"I am. Your stupidity is terminal. And now you're cured." *chin*

>>9842419
If only these things didn't taste like ass, I'd say it were feeding time.
Let's ask the news stand attendee where the latest of that was.

>>9842451
"Where is this happening?" You ask, gesturing to the TV.
The man looks back at you, his Mario-like mustache staring you in the face.
"Right over a couple blocks thattaway," he says, gesturing with one hand. "I live one block over there, it was a god damn nightmare. Watched the whole thing from my window; critter's flying around, scuttling over cars, it was ridiculous."

>>9842537
OOC: so this is actually currently happening? If so, we should help kill 18.

>>9842611
They are currently interviewing/reporting on the incident.
Shit actually went down last night.

>>9842324
I vote for finding the WWI veteran. We need allies, and it sounds to me like this man is either displaced in time or has Alzheimers. Lets try to pay him a visit and maybe convince him that we are a relative. We could use his combat assistance.

...And then lets clean up "Giant Spiderville, USA".

Also I'm worried about whoever may be declaring themselves "Neo-Hitler". But settling the shit in our country comes first.

Or maybe... we can get on television and announce ourselves as a "Monster Hunter". If we can't find Mr. Arkham, we can certainly try to draw him to us. Tell our juicy story to the press and see what happens.

Either way, lets get after 18.

>>9842537
Make with all haste, keeping an eye out for dear 18. We need to surprise him, or else he fly away like a bitch again.

>>9842641
I like this, but I think NY is kinda far. But squashing a spider or praying mantis for great justice should be sweet.

>>9842634
I don't think 18 will wander too far from the cameras. He might get off on the "evil genius" recognition.

>>9842641
>WWI veteran. We need allies
I'm all for this, but when the time comes. Arkham may have picked him up already.

>Monster Hunter
Let's remain low on the radar. We don't need to look dangerous and crazy to a public who is already scared shitless.

>>9842648
>>9842641
You thank the man, walking briskly away in the direction he gave.
You arrive on the scene as the newscrew are packing up/leaving. Several buildings in the area have had massive glass-shattering and a few even have serious structural damage. If this is minimal damage, you don't want to know what could have been.
There is a fair-sized crowd still milling about. You keep your eyes peeled for 18's squat frame, but to no avail.
"Hey, are you a victim from the attack?" one of the reporters asks you, no doubt taking notice of your constantly bruised flesh and scabbed wrists. "No offense, but you look pretty messed up. Mind if we get a statement before we go? It'll look good, real visceral, connect people to what happened."

>>9842641
We may already be getting recognition from our fight with Godzilla in Kentucky.

>>9842710
I mean, lets get ourselves an impromptu team of allies. Give the public something to trust in so Arkham can't move against us. Monster Mash aside, we do look human - though the populace may fear us, once we show them we can take out another monster and protect them they may accept us.

Though until we get a "team" together, lets stay low on the radar.

>>9842754
>Assemble a superteam

I love you guys.

>>9842737
*shrug* "Those hideous beasts were everywhere! I think I saw some sort of child creating them - riding some sort of giant flying earthworm! Imagine what monsters can spring forth from the mind of a child! Stupid, but still hurtful!"

>>9842737
Oh, damn. Well, if there are any more creatures about, we could show off. Or play it cool: "These things are maybe a step above sewer rats, but c'mon! This is small time stuff for Chicago..." Really upset 18.

>>9842737
"I saw what happened. Some idiot who was too full of himself thinking his ugly monstrosities were beautiful. Not really impressive either, just a few little wisps of smoke, really"
Stare directly at camera, as if challenging 18.

>>9842818
Don't even give 18 a mention. He's a megalomaniac playing at being supervillain.

>>9842769
I'm really worried once we encounter the no-mans land that is Atlanta. I don't think that we will be able to do it all ourselves. And a Super-team is cool.

>>9842836
We want to call his bluff - piss him off - make him carelessly angry so we can put the smackdown on him next time.

Oh, its morning now, right? How's our favorite friend and his daughter doing?

>>9842818
>>9842809
>>9842803
>trashtalk18mind

"I saw it," you say, looking at the reporter. "I saw everything." You look directly into the camera. "Just the half-formed conjurations of some deranged childish lunatic. Seriously, he looked autistic or something. Besides," you look at the crowd, "nothing Chicago can't handle right? Uh, CHICAGO, right?!" you raise a fist in solidarity. The crowd applauds, with scattered cheering.
"Hey, thanks lady," the camera man says after you finish the spot.

Your phone rings; it's Walters.
"Talk to me," you say, answering.
"I just dropped Samantha off at her grandparents', we left early this morning. I'm headed back to the city now. Be ready to move; I think I've found something valuable, a huge retainer of men called out to some ass-backwards nowhere called Blind Falls."

>>9842857
He'll call us after his daughter is in, Michigan? I believe?
Wherever Walters' parents are/

>>9842920
"I might be able to squeeze that in."
Look around for 18.
"Is Mr. Arkham involved? Or do you think I might be able to curry favor by joining in on this?"
Find out where Blind Falls is.

>>9842920
>So many plot-threads, so little time.

"How many, exactly?"

I'm a bit worried about charging in there willy-nilly. But we can go check it out or something.

>>9843001
>>9842993
>I like to keep things as complex as my own mind will allow
"How many people is a "huge retainer?"" you ask, still scanning the crowd for that slippery little douchebag.
"Several dozen, several dozen that could clearly be doing more productive things. Except that most of Arkham's top researchers are going to be there, the big project heads. That suggests that Arkham himself will also probably be in attendance."
"Where the hell is this place?"
"Apparently some island out on Lake Superior."
"But then-"
"Don't ask me why it's called Blind Falls."

>>9843058
Then that's where we need to be.
If Theo isn't there, then Dr. ObjafuscaReallyLongConfusingName will be, and he's a second alternative.

>>9843120
Dr. Okuniewicz, lead for the Key/Gate project.
I'm actually surprised he wasn't in anybody's list of persons.

>>9843058
"I suppose I'll stick out like a sore thumb if I sit in the auditorium in their little meeting. I don't have the technical skills to add myself to their little roster, but I could try to infiltrate inside."

I really don't know what to do with this besides either walking in the front door blood whipping everyone to get to Arkham or trying to talk him to him before he starts to attack us - maybe convince him that we are not a threat. Yet...

Could we ask Walters if he could try to round up a blueprint of the installation or something for us?

>>9843144
He is now.
I forgot :P

You watch the crowd, but as it grows thinner and thinner it becomes apparent that 18 is gone, content merely to have sown some havoc.

You get your car from the parking garage, making your way out of town, following Walters' occasionally phoned directions. You are eventually lead to northern Michigan, and the shores of Lake Superior. You park your car near the indicated dock; Jacob has parked his own vehicle as well, a white SUV. He's standing on the dock waiting, a small motorboat next to him.

"Before you even ask, I'm not going with you," he says.

>>9843219
"I wasn't expecting you to. But, thanks anyway for your help. Lets hope I can settle this mess tonight."

>>9843219
"Fine, what do you do from here?"

>>9843058
How are our Arkham credentials? Past due?
We could put on our nice government clothes and show up as last minute precautions (especially if we have certain pieces of equipment... that we have).

>>9843259
I'm not going to dig through the archives, but I actually do think you should have like 48 hours left before your records are expunged.

>>9843278
Perfect. Lets get ready for a party. Walkin' in through the enemy's front door - best way to go.

>>9843251
>>9843247
"I was expecting to. But thanks for this. What do you do from here?"
"Well, I go back to the Chicago facility and get whatever orders are coming to me. They're probably sending me to Atlanta, what with all the trouble down that way. You just take this boat out and head about 6 or 7 degrees past Northwest, use the compass in the boat. The island is fairly large, you shouldn't have much trouble finding it. Oh," he says, unbuttoning his employee shirt. He crumples it up and tosses it to you. "If anyone asks, you stole this."

>>9843344
>WASN'T expecting YOU to

How do I even keep DOING this

>>9843278
Give Jacob the Tesla Device that he wanted now.

>>9843344
Thanks, Jacob. You're all right. Best of luck not getting killed in Atlanta; I'll give you a call sometime if I live through this or find anything interesting.

>>9843344
"Just letting you know... be careful in Atlanta. If I survive this I'll be making an appearance there sometime - but the shit that's going down there is a bit too hot for me right now. Don't do anything that's going to get you killed. If things get too weird... run. Trust me. Run."

>1 Nazi-Engraved Letter Opener (Artifact - Hitler-Related Nightmares)
>Berlin, DE- The German Prime Minister and Bundestag have officially resigned control of the country's government, turning the reigns over to a newly-appointed "Chancellor," an enigmatic figure calling himself the "Inheritor of Thule."
These were made for each other.

>>9843359
>>9843391
>>9843369
"I have that stuff you wanted," you say, jerking your thumb in the direction of your car."
"Yeah, great, let's load that up."
INVENTORY
-1 MTD
-2 Spiritual Containment Devices

"Thank you, Jacob," you say as he buttons up another shirt from his car. "Be careful in Atlanta, I mean that. Don't hesitate to get the hell out of there if it gets too heavy. If you're there long enough I may even put in an appearance."
"I'd...I'd like that," he says with a half-smile. He gets in the SUV and drives away, leaving you alone.
"That's a big-ass lake," Garfield says as you stare at the watery expanse, your thoughts drifting back to your nightmare.

>>9843422
Hug him before he leaves?

>>9843422
"So, garfield. How do you feel about fishing?"

Set out.

>>9843422
>In the dream... were we swimming in blood? Water doesn't usually leave a metallic taste unless its got a lot of impurities in it... Still, the dream doesn't bode well.

>>9843395
We can present it as a gift to him before we stab him in the back. Remember, make a plan to kill every other Subject we know. Everyone. Just in case.

>>9843422
Holy crap! Did Garfield just swear?
Get in the boat, bring it somewhat near the island, and turn off the motor, using momentum and tide to bring you the rest of the way (and an oar if we have one).
We should play it cautious, though. Anyone asks, then we're super-professional. This could go bad very quickly.

>>9843422
...he had a spare employee shirt, and chose to give us the one that he was wearing instead? Wow.

Leave a couple hundred bucks in the car, just in case we're stripped of gear somehow. I am inclined to get another flash drive and make a backup copy of our data, since we're taking our only copy into danger... but I suppose that we're a tad low on time. My instinct is just to build supply caches everywhere, you know how it is.

>>9843453
"I'd...I'd like that," he says with a half-smile. He steps back to open his car door, but you walk forward purposefully, wrapping your arms around him. He stammers wordlessly for a few moments before he slowly returns the embrace. You both break contact and stare at one another, unsure of what to say."oh please; get a room," Garfield murmurs.
Jacob gets in the SUV and drives away, leaving you alone.
"That's a big-ass lake," Garfield says as you stare at the watery expanse, your thoughts drifting back to your nightmare.
"Well, how do you feel about fishing?" you say, stepping into the boat and pulling the cord on the motor. It revs to life; sounds like a full tank of gas; you pull away from the dock and open up the throttle, watching the compass as you skim over the calm water. The air grows cold as you draw away from shore, a swift breeze coming up.

>>9843481
>Somebody's been paying attention

>>9843499
Is this the first time? I havent been keeping track.

>>9843422
Damn precognition. Grab a life preserver and stay frosty.

>>9843509
>Oshi- Drowning in blood = Having Garfield infused in us = Never running out of blood = "Welcome Home, Subject 82."

I'm rather worried if we do end up getting a room. Fiery blood with our non-existent sexual history? I pity the man that pops our cherry.

>>9843541
We don't remember our past. Who knows if we are or not?

>Side Note: For all you guys' attention to detail, I was a bit disappointed when no one realized her birthday was listed as 4/20 in her Arkham file.

The island looks like the head and shoulders of some titanic abstract humanoid wading through the lake, two smaller rocky hills dominated by a larger third hill, the island's only building forming a sort of hat if the analogy is drawn out. There are a few docks by the lower shore, and you can see a helicopter currently landing on a pad on the other "shoulder". You remember uneasily that you're still fresh out of physical Arkham ID, though Jacob's shirt should go a long way to make this bluff work if it has to.

>What is your means of approach?

>>9843552
That's going to be one fucked up nightmare if we remember that incident. Though I doubt we did much after being infused with Garfield in the first place (besides being tested on and locked away).

>>9843566
So we share Hitler's birthday, too?
>NaziQuest...
Hang on, guys. I'll be right back.

>>9843566
Choose whatever dock is probably least visible from the building, and use it, dropping anchor there. If challenged, our story is that we're here because they ordered the cancer shades.

>>9843566
>What is the significance of the DOB?
Lets head toward the largest hill if we can't find any visible dock. We could try to mingle with the people getting off the helicopter and introduce ourselves there - if we get accepted into the group our chances of getting inside may increase drastically.

>>9843603
>StonerDM
>4/20

...Come on, guys

>>9843603
stoner day.

Let's mingle.

>>9843566
To keep up appearance, notably tap on your ear as if you were having problems with your communication device. (It worked for Han Solo.)

>>9843633
>TK-421, why aren't you at your post??!

>>9843599
>>9843628
>>9843603
You let the boat coast in to one of the docks. There are a few others docked, with several Arkham employees milling about. They take your employee shirt in as they look at you, and don't give you a second glance. The main topic of conversation, as far as you can overhear, is "why the hell are we here?"

>>9843626
Yeah, I figured that much. But it's fun to tease.
>to keep up with the OOC comments
Figure out which day it is. If 4/20 has passed us by, hum the birthday song.

>>9843656
Ask them where exactly we should be right now - you only got the summons to the Island - not the complete itinerary. Attempt to shoot the breeze. Er...

>>9843656
Since we've been dumb enough to waltz into the belly of the beast so far, let's make for the helipad/building. Walk with purpose, like we know what the hell we're doing; that always makes people less likely to question.

>>9843702
Not dumb... just a touch of badass.

My guess is that whatever meeting has already commenced. Gain access to the building.

>>9843626
We share the birthday of Hitler.

>>9843702
>>9843671
If you remember the papers correctly, it's some time in late March.

You stride with purpose past the milling employees; this event seems so chaotically organized, no one has the surity of purpose to question anyone else. You follow a rough, winding path up to the building, a two-story steel construction, large enough to contain an auditorium. The Arkham logo sits in black iron wiring over the doors. Four men are standing outside the doors. One holds up a hand as you approach.
"We're not ready for you yet," he says. "Teams have been ordered to clear the building for Arkham's arrival," he pauses to listen to his earbud. "Hold on, that's....ma'am we'll be able to let you in shortly."
Another helicopter is landing, a sleek sleathy-looking beast of machinery. You look downhill as six men exit, trying to pinpoint which of them is...
There.
A gray suit to go with his salt-and-pepper hair. He's too far away to see his face, but everyone else is giving him extreme personal space. That's got to be him.
Theodore Arkham. The man with all the answers.

>>9843762
It would be awesome if we suddenly remembered that we know how to fly helicopters, though. Like we did with hotwiring cars.

>>9843767
And the anniversary of Columbine.

>>9843782
Hmm, we need to come up with a bullshit excuse to talk to him.

>>9843782
Arkham really needs to pull their shit together.

>>9843784
>Flip open cell phone.
>"I need to know how to fly a helicopter."
>Downloading...
>"...Lets go."

>>9843782
Lets wait our turn and head in with whichever is the largest group.

>>9843782
Nothing to draw attention just yet. Keep your mind clear and on the ball (beware of telepaths). Follow with the retinue (not joining them, but seeming as though we're part of interior security).
We can approach Arkham after the meeting. We should find out what this is all about. And maybe put a face to Dr. O.

>>9843829
>>9843823
Arkham and his contingent enter at the bottom of the hill through a metal door set into the very stone of the island; like so many of Arkham's facilities, the ground level is the least of this building.
After a few minutes, a few more employees have gathered around the door.
"Alright, you all come inside," one of the door guards says, then points to another door guard. "Tell those god damn slackers down by the docks to spread out and watch the waters."

You all file slowly through the glass doors; Blind Falls doesn't seem to be much of a research facility, but rather a retreat where the top brass of Arkham get together and crunch the numbers.

>>9843829
Also, a thought, if we could find out about this, someone else could. Be on the lookout for people being aggressive. Last thing we need is another Subject fucking this up.

>>9843917
I don't know. Our source was actually out of left field. But with people like the Inheritor of Thule, I see your point. Duly noted.
Ask Garfield how he's doing... try to keep him at ease. And watch out for sensors of any type. They may have taken precautions against people like us.

There is a central auditorium, where many brainy-looking individuals are standing around, murmuring to one another. The only constant factor here seems to be that no one knows what's going on.
"Hey," a voice says, and you feel a tug on your sleeve.
Turning nervously, you see another agent, looking confused.
"I know it's super hush-hush or whatever, but...do you have have the faintest idea why we're here?" he whispers, then looks at your bruised and cut arms. "Jesus, what the hell happened to you?"

>>9843973
"The wonderful end of the world, mate, to both questions."

Ha ha! cryptic!

>>9843973
"No fucking clue. Are we ever told anything? "
Tell him about 18 as our cover?

>>9843973
"I tangled with one of those freaks in Chicago. It wasn't a pleasant fight, to be sure. And sorry, I have no clue why we are here either."

>>9843973
"Field work. I've been run through Miami, Kentucky, Kansas, and that bullshit in Chicago. I'm surprised there aren't more people here with less limbs."
"As for what we're doing here, do what I do; mouth closed, eyes open, and paranoia turned up to 11."

>>9843996
This, except don't use "mate," because we're American and that would sound weird.

>>9844045
Unless Agent Parigold talks like Captain Jack Sparrow. Then it's cool.

>>9844058
We do have a deep fixation with our hat, but that seems to be where the similarities cease.
That and we're half-mad.

>>9844033
>>9844008
>>9843998
>>9843996
>>9844045
"The end of the everloving world, as far as I can tell." You say, looking down at your wrists.
"This? Hell, I don't even know which one these are from. Chicago, Miami, you know it is, they're shipping us all over the place just trying to keep the country together, let alone make any progress against this stuff."

"Yeah, well, I figured I'd ask. Good luck to you," he says, patting you on the shoulder and moving off.

Within the auditorium, things seem to be quieting down.

>>9844104
Listen intently without looking like we're listening intently. Keep on the lookout for words like "Arkham", "hat", "13", and "Okuniewicz".

Find a seat near the door, might need to leave in a hurry. Alternatively, find the weakest spot on the floor and get ready to burn through it on a moment's notice.

Wow we are REALLY running out of time. Stonerbro. What with TEH EV0L COMMUNAZIS taking over the Eurofags and America falling apart, the world isnt going to remain stable for very much longer.

Also AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

>>9844166
>burn through
I'm hoping the description of this island as a stone giant is only in our imagination, or we're gonna piss off one big golem sombitch.

>>9844200
Inb4 Island is Subject #2.

>>9844177
>Yeah, even when/if 13 is brought under control, getting the world back the way it was is probably going to be nigh impossible.

"Esteemed colleagues," a confident, albeit reedy, voice sounds from inside. Poking your head through the door, you can see Arkham himself standing at the central podium, flanked by no less than six agents.
"I don't need to speak of the disastrous nature of Subject 13's actions," he continues. "However, I feel the need to point out that despite the grim look of things, THIS," he pounds on the podium with a frail-looking fist. "THIS is exactly the reason Arkham exists. It's time to do our jobs, everyone. It's time to prove to the world that we can keep them safe. That was my reason for founding this organization. And don't you god damn dare make a liar out of me." He swings an accusing finger through the crowd; you think you see it linger on you, but it's probably your imagination.

"I'm nervous being surrounded by all these agents," Garfield murmurs. "I feel like we're going to be cuffed any second."
"You're not helping my paranoia," you mutter under your breath.

>>9844277
We don't have TOO much to worry about. If not on, we're NEAR enough to their side to not be insta-screwed.

>>9844277
>my paranoia
Hm. Garfield seems a little TOO on edge. He must know something. That son of a bitch is a double agent!
Do these 6 agents look strange in any capacity? Or are they just elite Arkham agents?

>>9844343
Garfield's always been a coward, plus he hated it at the Arkham Facility more than we did.

>>9844277
Stay silent until the Q&A session. I wonder how long our blood armor can protect us for if shit goes down. Personally I'd like a simple 1 on 1 chat with Mr. Arkham.

>>9844277
Ask anyone near (agent or egghead) taking notes if you can borrow a pen and paper. I've got an IDEA.

>>9844343
Umm THE FUCK IS YOUR BLOOD A DOUBLE AGENT?!??!?! I mean cmon man, thats just stupid. When does he receive orders covertly? How does he carry out his orders against u without ur knowledge? And if his job is to kill u if u go rogue, why hasnt he just made u stop breathing yet?

>>9844402
SIGH. It was a joke. I hope you understood that and are simply playing along.

>>9844423
Lol uhh yeah duh XD.

>>9844343
They look like especially boss motherfuckers, but none are obviously glowing or shooting lasers or anything.

>>9844322
"Yeah, but I mean, that's THE guy over there..."

"As many of you know, I am loath to make personal appearances," Arkham says, leaning on the podium. "Which makes this all the more weighty. I came here before you as a show of faith," he spreads his arms. "As an illustration that I believe that you will accomplish this impossible task. You will accomplish it, or we will all certainly perish. Now, I'm going to lay out a general indication of areas that need to have a concentrated Arkham presence by yesterday. It's time to start cutting losses and focusing on the people we can help NOW. The southeastern United States is a god damn deathtrap, and we're going to be phasing out agency presence there. California, on the other hand, is in desperate need of attention. Okuniewicz, Wazowski, Fullerene, I trust you've been making headway with containment ideas?"
You hear some muffled words from down in front. Arkham nods knowingly.
"Excellent. Now, Subject 18 is all over Chicago, but the Chicago facility has the personnel to keep a lock on that. 16's presence in Germany has me worried, however. 60 years in a hole doesn't seem to have caused his power to wane any."

>>9844475
Keep listening. Glance around idly once in a while, to see if anyone is maybe closing in on you. Probably not, but can't be too careful.

"Herschel, Dee, Guyren, Polonius, you'll be charged with heading up a European strike team. Handpick a few agents each, and empty the god damn vaults of all the anti-occult tech we have. I've been trying to get in touch with the Golden Dawn across the Atlantic, but 16 apparently brought a handful of the more...easily manipulated subjects, and they've been causing distractions for a few days now. You'll have your work cut out for you. I'm pulling strings; you should have EU military support within 72 hours."

"This is boring..." Garfield complains.

"Now, I'm going to take people aside for specific orders. You're all not around one another in person very often; I suggest you take this opportunity to talk with one another, coordinate your efforts, share ideas. Okuniewicz, come with me, please." An aged-looking man with a full, white-tipped beard and bushy eyebrows stands up, following Arkham off the stage down a stairway near the back.

>>9844475
>>9844544
Oh god, so many names.
Just so you know, my archive will now have a Arkham Personel section.
I LOVE EXPOSITION!

>>9844475
>(Mike?) Wazowski
Does he have one eye?

>>9844620
>.....no

>>9844593
Does it seem acceptable to follow? I know they probably have a retinue with them, but we need answers, DAMMIT!

>>9844593
>They are phasing out the southeastern agency presence while our friend is heading down there?

Although there is a wealth of information in mingling with the men here, lets get what we came for. Lets head after our good doctor and the boss.

>>9844653
>Does it seem like the easiest way to get tasered ever to follow?

Yes.

>>9844593
Try to make our way to where The Big Two We Care About are going, stealthily.

>>9844668
No, don't do that. We don't want to confront Arkham personally. Wait for Okuniewicz to be done talking with him, and then take on Okuniewicz alone.

>>9844699
Oh, good idea - lets go with this. Until then, lets talk with those going after 13 in California - see if we can get ideas on how to fight the similar aspect in the South Eastern US.

>>9844668
>>9844656
Everyone seems to be milling around uselessly. You make your way into the room. The white-haired upper crust of Arkham has clustered into several groups right now, murmuring amongst themselves; everyone seems, at best, tired and beleaguered.

Four of the six agents followed Arkham down the stairs; two remain, standing around onstage looking imposing.

>What do?

>>9844663
Got it. Let's get a feel for these other guys:
Wazowski, Fullerene, Herschel, Dee, Guyren, Polonius. What fields do they head? Is there any additional information about the subjects we know about? What of Cleveland?
And exactly what can the San Francisco girl do?

>>9844720
That isn't 13, is it? Just another being like her?
Unless she moved, which would be BAD.

>>9844744
MINGLE
LIKE A BOSS

>>9844754
>Yeah protip: 13 has left Miami and manifested off the coast of California before moving to land and commencing shit up-fucking.

>>9844774
Son of a Fuck.

>>9844744
She's 13 I'll bet. Though how she teleported into the Pacific Ocean we'll never know.

>>9844735
Maybe ask the guards politely if there will be a question and answer session with Mr. Arkham or the good doctor?

>Sidenote: awesome music http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myRXryJ7yjU

>>9844754
PROTIP: 13 can MOVE, like a fucking boss

>>9844788
Hm. Apparently he's not the Q&A type.
>>9844774
Pfff... Fffffuuuuuuuu

>>9844788
"Not likely," one of them replies gruffly. "If Arkham wants to talk to you, you'll be called."

After several minutes, Dr. Okuniewicz emerges from the stairs, looking around the room.
"Er, Babbage...you're wanted," he says, talking to a bald-headed middle-aged man, who looks surprised for a moment before climbing the stairs to the stage and descending the stairs.
Okuniewicz makes his way over to a punch-bowl full of ice-water, dabbing at his forehead with a handkerchief.

>>9844836
Mingle with the mad doctor who fucked up our life!
"So doc, I had a couple questions about the Key/Gate Project"

>>9844836
Make subtle small talk. Possibly like a boss.

>>9844836
Approach the good doctor - invite him into a secluded area so we can talk without being interrupted if possible. Otherwise, lets talk in whispers and make clear to him that we can most likely kill everyone here if necessary.

>>9844862
Heh, I like this one.

>>9844875
But we're not that badass.

>>9844888
Isnt it bluff?

>>9844862
>>9844866
"Dr...Okuniewicz?" you ask, approximating what you think you heard that pronounced as.
"Oak-in-EV-ich" he corrects you, sounding slightly exasperated. He turns to look at you, but narrows his eyes, cocking his head quizzically.
"You...have we met? I don't remember seeing you on my staff..."

>>9844836
"Hey, did anyone ever find out what happened with subject 82?"

I have been told I was on the other end of your work...

>>9844895
"Oh yes, at one point we did meet. I'm surprised you don't remember me, but don't worry about it. I'm sure it will come to you shortly. Can we talk privately somewhere? I have some information for you that shouldn't be discussed where there may be prying ears - even here in this secluded area among so called "allies"."

>>9844934
I like this, but drop the last sentence. It's too paranoid.

>>9844904
>>9844929
>>9844934
Don't make it obvious who we are before we're aside with him.

>>9844895
"Oh, I'm not, I usually work in the field under Guyren. I just wanted to talk to someone to make things feel a little less tense around here."

>>9844934
The good Doctor looks puzzled, and more than a little concerned.
"What information could you possibly ha-"
He is interrupted by a voice on the PA system, a shaky-sounding female voice.
"Arkham personnel, please calmly evacuated the facility. If you arrived by boat, your boats are still docked. If you arrived by helicopter, two are there now and we are recalling more as quickly as possible. Thank you."
"Can this wait?" Okuniewicz asks, moving away from you towards the auditorium door, the others thronging outside as well.

>>9844895
"Once before, but not formally. I was only slightly involved in the K/G project. That's actually what I was hoping to talk to you about."
Notice his appearance.
"Are you okay? Would you like me to get you something?"

>>9844967
>please calmly evacuate

>>9844967
Yay. We've been made. Prepare to be reacquired.

>>9844967
"No, it can't wait! Its urgent! How did you get here? I took a boat in - I can take out on it if necessary!"

Follow him - lets hop on his mode of transportation if we can. If we can't - we'll take him with us by force.

>>9844967
Accompany him. "For a short while, yes." Try to pick up on if he was in one of the helicopters or the boats.

>>9845006
YOU! Calm your ass down.

>>9845006
You follow Okuniewicz out of the main building. The wind has picked up outside, blowing your slowly-regrowing red hair across your face. Pulling it aside, you can see the doctor heading towards one of the boats down one hill of the island. Down the other, you can see Arkham's helicopter;

>Decision time: Will you try to follow Okuniewicz? Try to get on Arkham's helicopter? Or gtfo alone?

>>9845026
Sorry. Just don't want to loose the lead that we came all this way for. Will you suggest a calmer method of getting answers out of him?

>>9844967
Go to security. Find out what's going on.

go after Okuniewicz and have a merry chat with him

Okuniewicz I think what was done to us is more important that the pic picture right now.

>>9845028
I thought our hair was Black and dyed Red?

>>9845028
Follow the doctor. Arkham might be the guy in charge, but Okuniewicz is closer to our heart (and doesn't have bodyguards).

I vote for following the doctor. Arkham would probably be better for information, but there's a cavalcade of large burly men that don't want us having that information.

>>9845028
I vote for following Okuniewicz. Arkham's helicopter will most likely be rather heavily guarded, and we don't want to fight here.

>>9845060
It is. You have black roots at this point, but everything being blown into your face is red.

Okuniewicz is the man that we need to get to if we want to make a good impression. Go after him like your life depended on it!

>Okuniewicz, pretty much unanimously

You take another look at the helicopter, now being boarded by Arkham and his goons.
...Another time.

"No! hey, no! it can't wait!" you shout, running after the Dr. He seems surprised to see you again when you catch up with him. People are now nervously looking at the waters around the island, which are rough and frothy with waves, though the seas further out look calmer if you can just get away from shore.

"Very well, then, this is my boat here," he motions to a boat already with several other doctors/agents on board.

>Get on? or try to convince him to use your own boat?

>>9845127
It will be too suspicious if we ask him to use our boat when he already has one. Lets take his.

How many agents are on board? How many doctors?

>Really hoping there is no sea creature approaching.

>>9845127
"I have my own boat it's smaller and will attract less attention"

>>9845127
Well it appears that the Island IS subject #2
lulz

>>9845127
Well, we did claim that our topic of conversation was a sensitive one... that might provide a line of logic for his getting into our boat alone with us. We can promise to follow his boat and drop him off if he wants, as long as no one else can hear us.

>>9845127
"I have a private craft, if you like?"

rolled 67 = 67

Convince him to use ours, we left the Beretta with infinite ammunition there! /tg/ dice, don't fail me now!

>>9845127
get on his. "So I was reading about the Key/Gate Project and it really interested me. I am curious if you would explain it to me a bit."

>>9845178
That is not the time-sensitive vital and dangerous information that we promised! Bad line!

>>9845170
>>9845164
>>9845156
"Doctor, both our times are precious and the matter in concern is very delicate. Might I suggest we take my own craft?" you motion to your boat.
The doctor considers it for several moments, then nods.
"Yes, I'm sorry, all this commotion has got me very flustered; let's away."

You step into your own craft, unmooring it and starting the engine. You're in the act of putting the throttle on when the water begins to froth furiously. Without warning, thick ropy tentacles, somewhere between an octopus and some sort of plant-vine, burst out of the water, whirling like whips around you. Several agents on shore are killed outright, mashed into paste against the hard rock of the island.

>Roll a d100; what do?

>>9845173
Thank god you rolled, I was about to, and I'm not quite sure I trust the dice.

Gun it.

You probably want to say something like "Hold on tight!" too. That's what they always do in the movies.

>>9845206
Hit the engine! Don't use any powers yet, try to motor the hell away. Yell for the doctor to get down.

rolled 54 = 54

>>9845206
gun it

rolled 17 = 17

>>9845229
Ffffff forgot to roll.

>>9845238
>>9845229
>Gun it
>No rollan

Come on guys, there's some stuff riding on this roll.

FFFFFFFFFFF--

Take his! Take his! He rolled first; it's only fair!

AGAIN?? REALLY?

Perhaps the dice are just convinced that this is a golf-inspired variant, and therefor tend to lean on the lower side of numbers.

>>9845243
>54
>Not TOO shabby
You throttle up spectacularly, jerking forward as you shout, "Hold onto something!"
Okuniewicz doesn't get the memo, and is thrown to the back of the boat, his hands scrabbling as he tries to get a hold on something. You swerve sharply to outmaneuver another tentacle emerging from the waters, and the doctor is thrown over the side, barely hanging on to the craft with his hands, screaming for help.

>OMG!

>>9845306
Umm how is this not too shabby again?

rolled 93 = 93

Come to our boat

rolled 45 = 45

>>9845306
Stop the boat, pull him up - have him hang onto something and lets try outrunning this beasie again.

>>9845306
Grab for him. Do not use supernatural powers... UNLESS he flies off. Then have a blood tentacle lash out of us dramatically and haul him onto the boat right out of the air.

>>9845319
>93
>Rolling to persuade

>>9845319
FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!! A saving roll wasted.

>>9845327
Maybe he's thinking we're a bard and we're trying to inspire him to hold on.

rolled 76 = 76

>>9845306
Save him with our blood! DONT LET GO!

>>9845306
Reach back and grab him, steer with a blood whip?

>>9845327
I really should have f5'ed before I did that. Guess I learned my lesson

rolled 61 = 61

>>9845319
>>9845327
what he meant was "haul him back into the boat" I swear!

>>9845323
>45
>Slightly more shabby, but not a roll that was called for, strictly speaking

You ease up on the gas, diving back and grabbing at the doctor. You haul him aboard, spluttering wetly. "Fucking hold on this time!" you shout, flopping back to the front and giving it power again.

Tentacles are erupting from the water at a frightening rate; many of the boats have already been sunk. Daring a look back, you can see them climbing over the island's surface; some of them are even sprouting from the rock itself, forming large cracks.

>>9845342
Rather don't let go of the steering. if we let go we're fucked.

>>9845403
Use cameraphone, take pictures.

rolled 13 = 13

>>9845403
Evasive maneuvers to GTFO

>>9845403
get away get far away

>>9845424
godstoprolling.jpeg

>>9845424
You get to not roll anymore.
Also: Beware of trolls intentionally trying to failroll.

>>9845450
I should explain: not that I think you're a troll, but it's general advice. Happened sometime earlier.

>>9845422
Your gas-station prepaid phone doesn't have a camera.

You gun it like there's some kind of lovecraftian nightmare picture being painted behind you, because there is. The island recedes, too slowly for comfort, away from you, more and more tentacles gaining purchase on the rock, large sections of the island coming apart as the organism apparently sprouts up from within as well as the from the waters.

Yours is the only boat that survived; you can see the two helicopters fleeing, apparently safe.

>>9845424
Oh MAN you guys are lucky i didn't see this.

>>9845459
Give Dr. O the awesome face.
Also: "SUBJECT #2! NOOOO!!!!"

>>9845475
>implying either a giant stone island-man OR a grotesque sea monster are BA enough to warrant #2

>>9845459
Well with about 2/3 of the main anti-Lovecraft leaders killed the world is officially fucked.

>>9845465
*waves hand*
This is not the roll your looking for.

>>9845459
Just get the hell out of here, man. Get to land!

...though a glance back at our passenger couldn't hurt. He's still okay, right?

>>9845459
Glance at the good doctor. "Well, Okuniewicz, looks like you're lucky you were with me. How are you holding up?"

>>9845496
>>9845498
Dr. O seems to be fine, if understandably terrified.
"I told you I was nervous! I TOLD YOU!" Garfield says, your own pulse still pounding.

"How're you holding up, doc?" you ask.
"I'll be alright, yes, thank you," he says, breathing heavily. "That was some impressive piloting you did there."

>>9845459
after we make it far enough away to feel safe turn to the doc.
"Looks like I just saved your life. Now your going to tell me what I want to know."

>>9845519
Yeah, you discover new things about yourself everyday.

>>9845519
Smile. "Why, thank you. Now, I hate to be all business, but I'm afraid that I did have a few questions for you... about the Key/Gate project."

>>9845519
"Thanks. You unharmed? Garfield is a little shaken, but we're none the worse for wear, so to speak."
"Oh, Garfield? He's my sanguine symbiote, courtesy of you Arkham fucks... which is why we're at this juncture."
"Let's discuss the Key/Gate project, shall we?"

>>9845519
Wait until we are on dry land by our car before we do any serious talking. Then:

"So, back to our discussion. The Key/Gate Project. (Extend blood over palm of hand so Garfield can manifest an eye) Why did you do it to me? What was your goal in doing so? And why did you lock me away? WHY?"

>>9845522
Keep a light touch until he makes us force him, mate. And if he does, point out that no one will expect him to still be alive... or come looking for him, since so very many of Arkham's personnel didn't make it off the island. No one knows that he was the one in this boat. We'd get away clean, if he makes us.

>>9845565
Yeah, let's give him the option to run/have agents waiting for him. Total genius.

>>9845565
>>9845563
>>9845550
"I know we just out of some hairy business," you say, when you feel safely far enough away. "I know Garfield and I were really worried there for a while."
"G...garfield."
"Garfield. He's my blood. My sentient, endless blood," you look at the doctor coldly. "Tell me about the Key/Gate project." You extrude a pseudopod from your scabbed wrist, which wriggles convincingly; no eyes/teeth seem forthcoming.

"Oh, God..." Okuniewicz whispers to himself. "82. I knew I recognized you. What is this, Garfield? What do you mean?"

>>9845608
Just want to be away from the Lovecraftian monster.

>>9845624
>misleading comma
>The doctor is not addressing Garfield, merely expressing confusion

>your blood is not a double agent

>>9845624
"His name. He speaks to me. Kinda innocent, for a carnivorous pool of crimson death."
"But let's keep on track. Key/gate project. Focus"

>>9845624
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want information.
You attempted blood symbiosis experiments on me, they worked far better than you imagined.
So yeah, what the fuck did you do to me?
Who was I?
What is 13?
What just attacked us?"

>>9845624
"Just a name I came up with for him. He talks to me, and me to him. Its rather impolite to not give him a name at all - to just call people by their numbers. Isn't it? Why? Why did you lock me away? Why did you put him inside of me? What was the purpose of your damned little project? Am I supposed to be some sort of weapon? A plaything for Mr. Arkham? Well? WELL?"

>>9845635
My blood, I named him Garfield. Now tell me what I want to know before he gets hungry and needs to eat.

>>9845631
Oh, I get that. I just don't want our new source of information shuffling off into the shadows.
Damn those shadows.

>>9845624
"Well, either I went crazy and developed delusions of my blood speaking to me- which I'm not ruling out- or my blood actually does in fact speak to me. I rather assumed that you'd know which, since you were responsible for this based upon everything I've found out so far."

>>9845635
You attempt to mislead me. You have failed, StonerDM. I'M ON TO YOU!

>>9845675
>>9845665
>>9845667
"Garfield, my blood. He speaks to me, and I to him. But surely you can guess why. The Project, explain it to me."
Okuniewicz trembles; although you just saved him, he is clearly afraid for his life.
"The Key & the Gate was the name of a project we were working on," he swallows with difficulty. "We were trying to induce symbiosis between a cosmic entity and...a powerful psychic. Your precognition meant that you were...s-selected." he winces. "I wasn't the project lead! That was Dr. McCallister! He was the one with the ideas, and as far as we knew everything was okay'd by Arkham himself!"

>>9845718
Ohhhhh so Garfield is a Chaos God?!??!?!?!

>>9845718
"Fascinating. And about as ethical as I'd expect from you yoyos. Keep talking, please. We have as much time as it takes."

>>9845718
'You think if I wanted to kill you that I wouldn't have done it while everyone was sitting nice and cozy in your little hideout earlier? Contrary to what you may think, I enjoy this little dustball of a planet and the company of a select few of the people on it - I'm not going to kill you if I don't have to, Doctor. So please answer me truthfully in everything and I might just drive you back to Chicago."

>>9845718
"Calm down, unlike all but one of the other subjects I've met, I don't want to make The New Republic of 82-istan. So, Garfield is a cosmic entity? Then what is 13? Is she what happens when things go wrong?"

>>9845718
And so, how did it go? I suppose 13 was one of your failed attempts right?

Hey Stoner, you are currently operating on the presumption that lower number means more badass. Unfortunately, you mentioned that an otherwise normal yet simply very large spider is number 96 whereas Winged Angelman and Superpowered Globetrotters are 150+.

Some other things don't add up if it's a powar levelz comparison, either. Giant croc dude being higher than fucking TECHNOMANCER 54? The guy who can hack databases from halfway across the country and control anything with electricity running through it? Pfft.

Also, for a secret organization it would make little sense to have such an obvious way of classifying subjects, and if you find a "new" superpower that is ridiculously strong you would need to reshuffle several hundred subject numbers. Accounting nightmare.

It would make more sense to do it chronologically. The lower numbers being captured closer to the start of the organization. This could also mean they are generally more powerful, seeing as a protective and research agency would go after the most dangerous heavy hitters first.

Just some thoughts.

>>9845777
It could be anything above #120 are simply far too odd to give a standard number and its their misc category

>>9845777
Ramiel isn't really all that powerful, its the Razor of Heaven that is/make him think he is.

>>9845809
He only needs to be able to swat a very large spider, though. That's the kind of power we are talking here.

>>9845777
>I'll spill the beans: the Subject classification by power thing is a pet theory of 18's. Though there is a vague correlation, it's not strictly "high number = more better." You probably don't believe me right now.

>>9845746
"About par for the course with you guys, ethically speaking," you say. "Keep talking, I'm not going to kill you. At least I'm not planning on it."
"Wait, I don't understand something. You said your blood speaks to you? But your symbiosis was a failure, almost completely so. The entity attracted to you was not as strong as other specimens had been observed to be, not nearly as strong as 13's. This, combined with your relatively weak psychic connection meant that it was unable to gain a foothold in your psyche, your own ego quelled its sentience completely, destroying it and leaving behind whatever malformed foetus of sentience one could call an infinite supply of blood. That you are developing control over it is nothing short of amazing."

"Tell me something," he asks, brow furrowed quizzically. "When do you remember your blood first speaking to you?"


(BRACE FOR A FLASHBACK, GUYS)

>>9845828
Bracing as directed.

>>9845828
Quick question, which has never been clarified, do we hear Garfield in our ears, or in our mind?

>>9845862
fuck how did we ever not ask this until now?

>Hey Kids, it's me, Spider Lebron; I'll be your guide on this flashback into your own mind. Hold on tight! Like in the movies!

Helen Tanner sat on bended knees in the corner of the cell, scratching at her skin; the heat had been growing for hours. The hunger.
>Whoa, third person? Okay, I guess that's how flashbacks work.

She rubbed her head, her long black hair stuck to her by the sweat of exertion. Her flat cot of a bed sat on the opposite wall, the covers in disarray from her earlier thrashing.
>Damn! looks like you guys had it pretty shitty back then! I'm lucky I'm a spider/NBA superstar, I would never have to stand for this kind of treatment

>>9845880
Cuz were idiots.

>>9845881
...Stoner... I love this.

holy shit Garfield is the mind of the first person we ate!

>>9845881
Aw yeah! Lebron James!

>>9845895
Because it doesn't matter. Either we're crazy, or we're actually hearing voices; we can't really do anything about either case. It's not as though we've got a qualified shrink in our pocket to whip out between wild and wacky adventures for a spot of therapy.

>>9845828
Perhaps we should mention the writing too.
"Did you do that to 13? Or did that happen naturally?"

>>9845922
Nah, I'm going with cosmic horror from beyond spacetime which manifests as surrogate blood because that's the first thing it contacted when it touched reality. Because that would be awesome.

>>9845862
>Good hustle, chief; your blood speaks to you in your mind.

Helen rubbed her eyes, bleary from weeping. Straining, she tried to remember anything from before this place. She tried to remember yesterday; half an hour ago. Her mind was a fog of burning hunger. She could barely remember her own name.
>Damn, son, this is heavy! Looks like back then your memory issues were even more pronounced, and your blood even more uncontrollable.

Muffled voices sounded at the door. The girl looked over her shoulder, pupils dilating frenetically in the harsh cell-light. The door slid open, a man in a lab coat entering along with an orderly.
"Please," Helen said, fresh tears forming in her already-stained eyes. "Whatever i did, whatever I stole, I'll give it all back, I'll-"
"Subject maintains cohesive vocalizations," the doctor murmured to himself, scribbling on a clipboard. "Have there been any signs of symbiosis?"
"Please listen..." Helen whispered, fresh hot tears spilling forth.
>Aw, damn, y'all gonna make Spider Lebron tear up over here!

"Her blood levels are 160% normal, and her internal temperature is 104.9."
"Interesting," the doctor remarked.
>Man, what a cold motherfucker. Y'all are gonna eat him right? Do it! Eat 'im!

"It's...burning..." Helen says weakly. She can feel the pressure against her veins.
"It's what? What did she say?" The doctor looks to the orderly.
"She said-"
The matter-of-fact conversation is broken up by the sizzling and rending of Helen's flesh as the blood finally seeks exits out her body. Her eyes, nose, and mouth well up with gouts of fiery blood, and in several places, including her neck and wrists, brutal-looking tears form as the blood spills forth, covering the surprised doctor and the orderly.
>Aw hell yeah! Who can call 'em? This is how you score 30 points in a game, people; intuition.

>>9845969
Sorry spider Lebron ima let you finish but StonerBro is the best quest fag of all time

OF ALL TIME

Stonerbro thread is auto saging. :(

>>9846037
We have the best spirit guide ever.

The cacophony of violence and pain probably lasts only thirty seconds or so, but Helen loses all sense of time as she writhes, unable to control the flow of her own blood, the shadowy remnant of some once-titanic mind.

She can vaguely hear shouting voice, feel hands pulling her to her feet, screams of pain; they're her own screams.
>Aw, I feel for you girl. If Spider-Lebron had been there, he'da given you a hug. Shit, I'da given you like four hugs at the same time, check out these legs, honky! DAMN!

Finally she starts to focus again. She is alone again, in her brightly-lit room. The lights flicker off; an automatic system, or some petty attempt at punishment. In the last instant of light she can see blood spattered against the walls, bits of muscle, bone, skin caked on with it. Her blood is done burning, but her flesh aches, leaking the dark red stains all over the cold metal floors. She can't get the taste of iron out of her mouth.
>T_T that's how you do one of those right? Spider-Lebron ain't no computer whiz.

"Why," comes the girls whispering voice, choking on the bubbling remnants of the seething torrent of sanguine fury. "Why is this happening to me?"
There is an interminable silence, broken occasionally by a young girls hysterical weeping.
"It's alright," your blood says at last. "I'm here. It's going to be okay."
A shadow of calm crosses Helen's face.

>Shit, son! This seems like it just raised more questions than it answered! StonerDM's gonna start a new thread, I hope y'all enjoyed yourselves hangin' with Lebron. Gimme like, four high-fives. BAM! Keep it real, y'all, smoke a bible page or something sometime, we'll chill.

>>9846136
Damn. We may just be crazy.

>>9846136
*Hgihfives*

>>9846191

>AW YEEEEAAAH

>>9846136
Bye, Lebron!

We should archive this. Someone do it.

>>9846209
There is a special place in hell reserved for those who post to demand that other people archive threads.

>>9846283
>>9846209
Thread has been archived.