>Soundtrack for this evening will be some Electric-ass Wizard, a rifftastic doom band: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sO7VP34n2Ps Unfortunately, I have only nine matches with which to SMOKE :(

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

Equipment:
-SPAS- 12
-M4A1
-9mm Beretta *ARTIFACT- infinite ammunition*
-Cowboy Hat *ARTIFACT- user is transparent*
-Water Bottle *ARTIFACT- pours water forever*
-Lighter *ARTIFACT- produces hallucinations*
-Letter Opener *ARTIFACT- induces hitler-themed nightmares*
-Butterfly knife
-Corvette, heavily damaged
-Bottle of Panacea *ARTIFACT- Cure-All*
-Something I inevitably forgot

Archive Posting time!
Red is Dead.
Green is Unknown Status
Blue is Allies

Good to see you Sonerbro!

>>9948093

>>9948108


>>9947801
>What, no lighter, or are you too fancy for that?

>>9948123

>>9948137

>>9948153
And last page, with Helen's Abilities in detail.

>>9948123
>>9948093
>Good to be here, sorry about last night. Lighter died earlier, or I would use it. Though I must say lighting with a match produces a pleasingly large cloud of smoke upon exhalation

Check the cause of the crash of metal on stone, then.

>>9948182
So, are we go on Operation: Redneck Bait?

Let's get this party started!

Investigate the noise.

>>9948235
>>9948214
>>9948212
Motioning for Brody to follow, you set off down an alleyway connecting to the street.
"Helen, I've lost visual on you, if you find him make sure you lure him back over here," Clara's voice sounds in your ear.
"Right, stay sharp. I'm just going to see what's going on over here."
Peering out onto the next street, you can see a large figure, probably around 7'6", rifling through the wreckage of a car that looks like it's been opened like a can.
His wide frame is completely covered in bony plates layered on top of each other like scales. His back is to you, but you can imagine he's not exactly a looker.

>What do?

>>9948356
"Phillip, its Helen! We broke out on the same day, remember? If you stop destroying Atlanta and come with me, everything is going to be fine!"
Bloodwhips at the ready
"Brody, if this thing charges us, get ready to run"

>>9948425
Sounds good.
>Also, I think Spider Lebron would approve of us going to Charleston before returning to Louisville, as the Super Harlem Globetrotters would bring the Spider problem to a satisfactory conclusion (pic related, with 33).

>Electric Wizard

Oh fuuuck yeeeeaaaa.

>>9947991
Let me help with that...
Equipment ($900+)
| Weapons (On Person): 1 Butterfly Knife, 1 9mm Handgun (Artifact - Infinite Ammo)
| Gear (On Person): 1 TEMPORARY Fedora, 1 Backpack (containing 1 Local Map [Artifact - Local Topography], 1 pair of Nightvision Goggles, 1 Cell Phone, 1 dose of Panacea [Artifact - Cure-All], 1 Flashdrive of 54's Arkham Data, 1 Lead Box holding Carcenogenic Sunglasses [Artifact - Ghost Vision], 1 encased Tuning Fork [Artifact - Absorption?], and several changes of Clothes), and 1 Lighter (Artifact - Hallucinogenic).
| Vehicle: Most of 54's Corvette
| Gear (In Vehicle): 1 SPAS-12 Combat Shotgun, 1 M4-A1 Carbine with Grenade Launcher, 1 M1903 Springfield Bolt-Action Rifle (I guess, for Brody), 1 Nazi-Engraved Letter Opener (Artifact - Hitler-Related Nightmares) in glove compartment, 2 doses of Panacea (Artifact - Cure-All), 1 Emergency Cell Phone, 1 Cowboy Hat (Artifact - Transparency), 1 set of Flash Cards with Pen, 1 Water Bottle (Artifact - Unlimited Water), and various forms of Non-Perishable Food.

>>9948425
"Phillip! You probably don't remember me, but we escaped from Arkham on the same day."
"Phillip?" Comes the rasping, throaty reply. 88 turns around, your eyes meeting his hideous lumpy angular face.
"How the hell do you know that name?" he grunts (his voice sounds like Smaug from the old Hobbit movie). "And what the hell do you want, anyway?"

>>9948554
I <3 you

>>9948514
>Outbid on an auction for an original Dopethrone LP today. Feels bad man :(

>>9948572
"How about an end to the wanton destruction for starters?"
"I can lead you to some directed destruction, if you'd like?"

>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uvPXTDKwWM for those poor deprived souls who didn't know what I was talking about

>>9948572
"It was kinda in the papers... and I knew Maksim. #54? He... he's dead. In the middle of ground zero when #13 went off. He survived for a while after, but... the damage was too great."
"I want you to come with me, Phillip. I want to help you, and I need you to help me. Please, Phillip. We have to put the world back together."

>>9948572
"A lot of the other subjects from Arkham seem to be working by themselves, but I think we could get a lot more done if you're willing to work together with me."

(also, make it clear that we're one of the subjects.)

>>9948693
Add something about being Subject #82 as well. Don't want him getting the wrong idea. Also, appeal to his destructive side as in
>>9948653

>>9948741
Maybe something about incentives of being the ones to put the world back together.

>>9948765
But better, without the bullshit that Arkham has put us through.

>Sorry, distracted by my own youtube link
>>9948693
>>9948653
"I was also an Arkham subject, that's why i escaped," you explain. "As for what I want..."
"You have to stop tearing this city apart. The world has enough problems, in case you hadn't noticed, and it needs putting back together. Now if it's violence you're after, I could show you some heads to knock together."

"Putting back together?" 88 roars. "The world never did nothin' for me. YOU'RE gonna need putting back together, you keep runnin' your mouth."

>>9948507
I just had a weird thought; What if 33 was actually a kid?

>>9948828
"I'm sorry that you feel that way." Throw Bloodspear and then RUN AWAY!

>>9948854
Carol said he's an old man.
So, if we trust a word out of her mouth, then now, he isn't.

>>9948828
"This doesn't have to be about doing what's right. It could just as well be about taking power when those who currently hold it aren't looking."
(possibly show him we're not that weak by throwing some blood lances into a wall and melting through it.)

>Damn, missed my chance to introduce him with "You know me....but I don't remember smelling you before."
>>9948878
>Carla, nigga you high.

>>9948878
Ah, forgot about that. Then again I don't particularly remember who Carol was, either.

>>9948910
disregard that, I'm retarded. Just realized it was the mecha-girl.

>>9948899
>Clara, fuck me i the face

>>9948828
"Dammit, Phillip. I'M trying to do something for you. I can't say I know what pain you're going through right now, but I may have an idea of what pain they put you through."
Show a little Garfield and whisper to Brody not to freak out.
"I want revenge, too. But I can't have it. Those responsible are dead. But what I can do is kick as much ass as I can before this world swallows me whole."

>>9948910
It could be both.

>>9948927
>Well, call me blind and skin me for supper.

>>9948944
"I'm trying to do you a favor here," you say, extruding a whip of blood and wriggling it slightly. "Stay cool, Brody," you murmur.
"I want revenge, too. But I can't have it. Those responsible are dead. But what I can do is kick as much ass as I can before this world swallows me whole."

There is a pause. 88 curls his lip, tossing his head.
"Huh...smooth words. I can respect that. Alright, maybe I've been a little off-the-cuff lately." He rolls his shoulders, a shuddering pulse of various deep cracks and grindings. He shrugs, grinning sheepishly.
"Whaddya want from me, been locked up a long time. You got ideas about who i should play face-meets-fist with, I'm open to suggestions."

>>9949022
YAY! FUCKING SUPERTEAM!

>>9949022
Dammit, do we have a Bloodquest version of sense motive? I can see this going badly very quickly. I'm all for teaming up, but perhaps we should do it back around the corner within Clara's vision. Have her keep an eye on him if we turn our backs.

>>9949039
Radio to Clara to come meet you.
Introduce Brody (and his deal) and the "automata". Let him in on the other two guys, and let him know the Mantis is not an issue anymore.

>>9949080
Hrm. Dammit, I may have been too eager. You make a good point.

>>9949081
I just don't want Clara shooting him after we made nice. Especially since we're being financed by the organization that locked him up. Might send the wrong message.

>>9949107
Yeah, I recall a certain DM having no qualms with murdering one of his favorite NPCs last time around.

>>9949132
Yeah, I meant just have her watch him if we, say, turn our back to him. Also, we can easily tell him that we're just using Arkham, which we really are, if I recall.

You know, this is completely off topic, but what the hell ever happened to that extra tooth 82 stuck in to replace the missing one?

>>9949022
"Well, the other two guys in town are a problem, for starters. Plus 13 in California, that jackass 18 in Chicago, Couple of troublemakers in Cleveland... lets just say there are options."

>>9949169
I believe it was knocked loose during the scuffle with #13. Along with our hat...
...OUR HAT!!!
She better not be using our tooth as well.

>>9949169
>Man, I was just thinking about that the other day. Presumably that would have fallen out by now, which means i guess Helen has an adorable missing tooth i've been ignoring?

You watch him cautiously. He balls up his rocky, stony-looking fists, flexing his awkward hands.
"Any of the other shmucks running around Atlanta would be a good start."
88 rolls his neck now, a dozen pops sounding like a machine gun.
"Hey, not a bad idea. I've been meaning to wrap my hands around that damn mantis' throat."
You shrug. "Sorry, it's already been taken care of."
He laughs, a terrifying sound. "No shit? And who's the costumed hero?" he says, motioning to Brody.
"Brody. Immortal war veteran. There's a robot around here somewhere. You know. The usual."

>>9949238
"Is a spider good enough? How about a few hundred?"

>>9949238
If it makes you feel any better, once we grab 33 in Tampa, we're going to make a roundabout back to some giant space spider's nest. Lot's of legs to break there.

>Holy Shit, if he joins us and we get 33, we've totally got a Five Man Band going. Leader-82, Lancer-41, Smart Guy-33, Big Guy-88, Chick-Clara. This. Must. Happen.

>>9949304
>Actually, change that, Clara's our Lancer, she's like the opposite of us. Brody's The Chick.

>Try to light the bowl using my second to last match. It's a dud.
>Try to light the bowl using my last match.
>IT'S A DUD
>Pic related, it's my world

>>9949401
Right. 10 minute break while Stonerbro lights his bowl by rubbing two sticks together?

>>9949401
Light the match with a stove top.

>Frantically try to light the last match.
>It explodes into flames with my finger on top of it.
>I drop it
>It goes out.

>Pic related in the absolute worst way imaginable

>>9949441
Alternate Option:
Roll up joint.
Light joint on stove.
Light bowl with joint.

>>9949238
we should probably signal to robot girl to not shoot 88. Tell 88 that if he joins us he will have bucket loads of ass to kick.

>>9949539
>Make a match out of rolled-up paper
>Light it with a stove burner
>SMOKE
>Realize what I just did

Guys I have a drug problem

"A robot?" he chuckles. "You're just a regular bunch of Superfriends, aren't you?"
"Listen, if it's action you want, I could point you in the direction of a few hundred spiders. Big ones. Like, BIG ones."
88 seems to consider this for a few moments.
"We were actually going to head back there after we pick someone up in Tampa." you offer.
"Point me to your spiders then," 88 grates. "But you can take your damn selves to Tampa and back, I'm in no mood for some faggoty Captain Planet bullshit."

>>9949613
I believe you have a solution. It's when you're lighting living things on fire to light up that you should pause and reflect.
Now, BACK TO BLOODQUEST

>>9949660
"Hey! We're not faggotty; two of us are female! Admittedly, one of the females is a robot, but life ain't easy.At least take a cell phone and keep in touch, would you? I can probably argue them into not airstriking you as long as you say hey occasionally and don't kill random people."

>>9949730
This.

>>9949660
"Sounds good." Give him the cellphone and the number of the emergency cellphone. "You need anything -- which is debatable, as you've been around this long with a giant mantis on the loose -- just give me a call and I'll see what I can do."
Wait. Does this guy have pockets? We should get him a utility belt.

>>9949756
>>9949730
"Here," you say, tossing him your phone. He looks at it dubiously, looking tiny in his massive hand.
You realize that's your only phone.
"Uh....we'll call you," you say, trying to stay cool. "Head up to Kentucky and have a look around, I'll try and tell the good guys you're coming."
"Yeah, whoever they might be," 88 says. "Good luck to ya, kid, for whatever that's worth."

>>9949730
>>9949756
Cellphonemind.
Seriously, I didn't even see your post before I posted my own.

>>9949853
I thought we had the emergency phone in the car... we bought two, using one for Walters and one for 54. Sure, we took the first one apart once, but we've used it ever since.

>>9949891
>One of your two phones was recently destroyed during your chaotic escape/tactical retreat from Louisville

>>9949907
Looting time?

>>9949907
Must have missed that. Anything else on the equipment list that was destroyed/lost since then?
Memorize the number and get us a new phone. We're in deserted Atlanta, after all.

>>9949942
Frankly, considering the massive level of destruction here, I'm amazed that the power (and therefore the cell towers) are on at all. There is a massive amount of infrastructure needed to keep that up and running.

>>9949853
Diplomacy for the win

>>9949934
>>9949942
88 gives you a wave of a bony hand, then bounds past you up the street. He really picks up some good speed for a man with a huge inner skeleton and huger exoskeleton.

"Clara, come on down; we need to get ourselves another cellular phone."
Soon the three of you are wandering the deserted streets, an odd group to be sure. Clara has slung the enormous .50-caliber over her shoulders, while Brody has his Springfield shouldered somewhat laxly.

"That went better than I expected," Garfield said. "Although, I DID expect I was going to get to eat him."

>>9950217
"We'll find some food somewhere else."

"I think that went really well," Clara says brightly. "We didn't even shoot him! I never would have thought of that! You're amazing, 82."
'I'm glad it didn't come to shooting," Brody says, in a remarkable moment of short-term recall. "That guy was scary as hell. I'll be glad if I never see anything like that again."

You round a corner, looking for a Verizon store or something. You see a man down the street, approaching at a slow jog; he's wearing a large coat made of what appear to be trash bags

>>9950288
"Clara, do you have a geiger counter on hand by any chance?"

>>9950288
Whisper "Clara, do you have any sort of... sensors dealing with radiation? "
Does he see us or is he just walking in our direction? How is the surrounding environment acting up?

What does gamma radiation do to mechanicals? We need to clear out, Brody will likely be fine, but Clara...? She described herself as an "automata", which to me implies a lack of microprocessors and a more robust (if unrealistic by normal laws) steampunk-ish design, but that may or may not be so.

>>9950337
>>9950315
The area around him seems perfectly normal.
"Clara, please tell me you have a geiger counter."
"Strictly speaking, I am a geiger counter, among other things," she says sensibly.
"Oh my...I'm reading a very abnormal increase in Gamma waves. Oh, that must be 19!" She points at the man, who is still moving towards you.
He seems to have noticed you now. He's grinning, or maybe grimacing. The plastic of his trash bag robe/cape rustles in the wind.
"OUT! OUT OUT OUT!" he shouts. "OUT OF MY WAY!"
"Maybe we should listen..." Garfield says. Your skin feels uncomfortably warm.

>>9950288
Dart back around corner and survey approaching individual.

>>9950429
"Take him down, Brody!" Tactical fucking retreat!

>>9950429
"Really sorry about this 19. Everyone, open fire"
9mm, aim for the body.

>>9950444
>>9950475

"Clara, Brody, drop him." you instruct, drawing the 9mm.
Brody shoulders his weapon, looking somewhat confused; Clara one-hands the Barrett, bracing it against her hip and sighting with one eye, tongue sticking out in concentration.

>Roll d100

>>9950429
"Brody, engage in hand-to-hand. Clara, open fire." Open fire as well with our 9mm.

>>9950429
who else is worried that he might explode if shot/killed?

rolled 90 = 90

>>9950506

>>9950429
Get the fuck away. If you're already feeling warm, in all likelihood you've absorbed a fatal dose of gamma rads. Better hope that Garfield affords you some sort of protection from it.

rolled 77 = 77

>>9950506
O fickle dice gods, please bless this thread with win.

>>9947734
BLOODQUEST FUCK YEAR!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry im late......................... XD

>>9950522
Healing pills, they'll cure what ails ya.

>>9950521

I think I love you.

>>9950562
Thanks, bro.

>>9950521
>90
A wave of nausea rushes over you. You manage to steady yourself, though your vision looks slightly blurry. Your skin itches.
>>9950527
>77
You fire wildly, squeezing the trigger repeatedly. You hear the crack of Brody's rifle, then the thunderclap of the Barrett. The blurry form of the man staggers, still stumbling forward. You hear him screaming something.
"Ma'am, I don't...." Brody says, then falls to the ground.

>Roll a d100

rolled 33 = 33

>>9950624
please don't fail, please don't fail, please don't...

>>9950624
Well then this wont end well at all will it. Im REALLY surprised that the thing with 88 went down so smoothly.

rolled 14 = 14

>>9950624
"Clara, if I don't wake up, get me out of here, I have a pill bottle with me, give me one of them. Brody too."

>>9950645
This is why I got a weird feeling when it went so smooth. Misdirection, my good sir. Misdirection.

>>9950637
I forgot to post this last thread, and I HATE HAVING TO NOW!

>>9950652
Brody will be fine. Remember he takes damage for a while, but then resets.

>>9950652
Brody dont need them, he has autoheals. WE DO!

>>9950637
"I'M SO SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" You can hear it being shouted, over and over, echoing in your head. You keep pulling the trigger, hoping you're still aiming at the right targets
>>9950637
>33
Suddenly a figure looms in front of you. You feel like you've been standing in the sun all day. Dry, sandpapery fingers grapple at your body. You bring up your blood armor, lashing out instinctively.
>>9950652
>Lowroller
>14
>Lulz
You feel a whip of blood go taut against something, but you've lost the ability to see.
"Pills..." you manage to choke out. You hear the report of the Barrett again.
>Roll a d100

>>9950721
Yeah, if I recall correctly, he was decapitated during the spider fight.

rolled 79 = 79

Roll high, dammit, roll high!

rolled 13 = 13

>>9950735

>>9950733
Well, yes, but if 19 keeps leaking even after he dies... well, Brody will just get his bearings before he collapses again.

rolled 83 = 83

>>9950735
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

>>9950769
>>9950757
FUCK YES!

>>9950764
I suck.
>>9950757
You rock.

I think we broke Stonerbro...... :(

>>9950757
>79
>You don't die
>Try and guess if I'm serious

You fall to your knees, the world around you reduced to swirling mists and howling droning tones. You barely recognize the feeling of something being forced into your mouth, swallowing and choking awkwardly. Then you fall into a deep, hard sleep.

You dream you're standing alone in a cornfield. You have the uneasy sensation you're not alone. You look up at a star-filled sky, lsitening to the rustling of the wind. Then, one by one, the stars start to go out, until eventually, you gaze upwards into a featureless black expanse, nothingness and nothingness going on and on forever.

Eventually, you wake up. Gauze bangages are covering your eyes. You're in a well lit room. You claw the bandages away. Brody is standing across the room, leaning against the wall. You think you're back in the Atlanta "Boys and Girls Club" but you're not sure.

>>9950982
I REALLY hate bloodquest dice. >:(

>>9950982
"Clara? Brody?
Garfield?"

>>9950982
"I'm going to regret asking this, I think...Brody, where am I?"

>>9950982
In my experience whenever the DM says you dont die, its time to give great thanks.

>>9951035
>>9951010
>>9951005
"Brody...? Where are we?"
Brody herjs his thumb towards the door.
"If what that girl out there says is true, you should know better than to ask me that. It's..er...good to see you, ma'am?"

"Garfield, you alright?"
"I'm here. Let's not do that again."
"Yeah, that's a good question."
"I didn't-"
"Clara!" you shout, walking out of the room. The bouncy-looking girl turns, smiling.
"Oh, 82, you're alright! I was so worried!"
"Yeah, thanks, did we kill it?"
"Well, I shot it right in the chest with the Barrett," she says, furrowing her brow and looking serious as she mocks hoisting a rifle to her shoulder. "I'm pretty sure that put him down. And that was after you shot him full of bullet. Well, you shot me a few times too..."
You can see that some of her arm-plating has come loose, the circuitry within looking somewhat blackened.
"Oh, no, that was from the extremely high radiation levels," she says, "you didn't cause any real damage."

>>9950982
Figure out where the hell we are.

>>9951194
"Can you repair yourself?"

>>9951194
If most of our stuff is irradiated, we have to find new stuff.
Dammit. We lost another hat. This is getting ridiculous.

>>9951194
why isn't anyone asking what the hell it was that just pumped you full of enough radiation to make anyone els light up like a christmas tree?

>>9951194
"Yeah, sorry about that. How long have I been out?"

>>9951269
They were there too?

>>9951269
19 of course.

>>9951269
I think because we know it's 19, the Amazing Radioactive Man.
I'd complain about not getting comic book superpowers from it, but we already have those.

>>9951314
Theres comic book powers levels of rads and thens there OMFG I DIElevels of rads. We got the latter.

>>9951226
>>9951273
"Sorry about that...can you repair yourself?"
"I was not given this knowledge, no," Clara says, her face falling.
"How long was I out anyway?" you ask.
"I'm am not 100% certain. My sensors were heavily scrambled by the encounter with Subject 19. When I fully reformatted by systems, you remained unconscious for a further six hours, persumably while the pills you mentioned took effect. I was going to give one to Mr. Brody, as well, but he seemed fine by the time I had gotten you to swallow yours. He's a remarkable man..."

>>9951194
"Did you see 19 get back up? Have you gone back to the site since then? How long have I been out? Where are we?"

>>9951339
"I dont even want to imagine what 62 is going to be like.", you say.

>>9951339
"Clara... where were you before you were with 33? Held captive like the rest of us?"

>>9951339
"Well, if nothing major happened while I was asleep, let's check out 62's area of effect.

>DM Inventory Update:
>+1 BOOK OF MATCHES

"Clara, where were you before you were with 33?"
"I was tasked with assisting 33 with his work at the Arkham Facility in Miami, and here. When he fled 13's growing effects, I went with him."
"What about 62? Has he moved?"
"There is a field of strange energy disturbances, approximately half a mile in diameter. It has not moved as long as I have been observing it."

>>9951528
Let's experiment with Brody a little. Send him a small ways into the area of disturbance, and note any changes.

>>9951605
Feels like such a dick move, but I can't think of an alternative.
Unless Clara can snipe him from a quarter of a mile away.

>>9951605
All i can come up with.

>>9951640
Problem with that is we cant see where exactly hes at or else we would have done that.

"Clara can your sensors give me a detailed description of the anomaly like its size and shape?Or is progression?"

>>9951679
"Clara, can you sense the center of the anomaly? What it's doing?"

"It seems to be humanoid, at least i think so." Clara says. "It must be completely stationary, the field's outer boundaries aren't fluctuating at all."

>>9951605
The problem with this is that Brody will forget what the hell he's doing in there in short order, and we can't communicate with him effectively while he's in there. Even a headset or similar would likely age into nonfunctionality very quickly.

If we're particularly unlucky, Brody will go into a constant state of rapid reset, forgetting everything in mere microseconds. We'd totally lose him and he'd stand in place confused basically forever.

>>9951744
"Any signs of life?" Did the old guy just die on us?

>>9951640
How about this: We have the military fly overhead, take a photo of where the guy in the middle of the anomaly is, and drop something large and heavy on him from above the extent of his field. Doesn't matter if it decays, because it's still fucking heavy.

>>9951789
That'll take some aim. I approve though.

I vote that the best course of action is to head down to Tampa and grab 33. He should have more knowledge about how to stop the other numbers and possibly be able to repair Clara. Trying to use Brody seems like a recipe for disaster.

>>9947734
You may all build a statue of me for this now.

>>9951816
Agreed.

>>9951816
That works. We need an idea man. And we can hand over 54's flashdrive.

>>9951816
I second this. We also need to break into the nearest gas station and get a new cell phone and a new car from somewhere. When we stop to gas up on the way to Tampa make sure Brody and Clara stay in the car so as not to arouse suspicion. We should also call Walters and give him an update.

>>9951851
>>9951816
"Well, I'm stumped. We can try to call it in to the military, but that'll mean bombing what seem to be relatively untouched parts of Atlanta. 33 could probably help us figure out what to do here, and everywhere else, hopefully."
"Oh yes! 33 is the smartest man I know!" Clara beams. "Though...i don't know many people..."
"Hopefully we can get her fixed," Garfield says. "She seems to know what she's doing with that rifle."

>Goin to TAMPA?

Oh, right,
>Get a new vehicle? the corvette is coming apart and there are enough of you to make it crowded now.

>>9951984
Agreed.

>>9951984
Going to Tampa, we'll need to find ourselves something new. Van?

A sedan or SUV should suffice. I don't think we have enough stuff with us to warrant using a van. Just make sure it's not a Kia.

Nearby vehicle prospects
>Arkham Van
>Jeep
>Pickup
>Station Wagon

>>9952087
I was thinking more for the firing points. SUV is gas heavy and sedan is a little more awkward to fire out of, I imagine.

>>9952010
Get a yellow Hummer.

Paint a black 3 on the side.

>>9952107
Ignore what I was saying before, my vote is for jeep!

>>9951984
>>Goin to TAMPA?

You stay the fuck outta Tampa!

I got enough problems here as it is, what with all the old people and conservative talk radio.

>>9952107
JEEP!!!!!!!! NAOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>9952196
>>9952128

The wind whips back your faces as you drive down the deserted I-75 highway. In the back seat, Clara stands up, ponytail whipping behind her, hanging on to the roll cage. Behind her, your various un-irradiated firearms are strapped in. The 9mm handgun gave off no radiation when examined, thankfully, though you ditched your clothing. Clumps of your hair have come out, giving you an even more punked-out look. Brody sits in the passenger seat, holding his wide-brimmed helmet down and looking silenty at the passing palmetto forests. You realize his life must be pretty shitty.

A little past Gainesville you pick up the first signals on the radio.
"....anyone.....Tampa area.........message. I have valuable infor............ject 13, in Mi............ansisco. Please co...................adio tower on the outski..........Tampa."

>>9952285
Go here NAOW!!!!

>>9952303
Tampa is another 2 hours driving south, though you're doing heavily above the speed limit. Florida as a whole seems completely deserted, its inhabitants cleared out back when the psychic hurricane of 13 was over Miami.

The radio signal gets no stronger as you approach Tampa, which is troubling, but Clara assures you the radio tower was damaged at some point in the chaos. You follow her directions when she begins to recognize the area, and eventually find yourself outside of a small radio broadcasting station/studio. It's about four stories tall.
"I hope 33 has done well for himself in my absence," Clara muses aloud.

>>9952399
"Okay, everyone, weapons. Clara, you know your way around, I'd guess?"

>>9952399
Search building for 33.

>>9952399
Fuck Yeah! The Archivist!

You make sure the Beretta has a round chambered, then exit the Jeep.
"Does everything look the way you left it?" you ask Clara. "Brody, we're here to fetch a man. Clara's a robot, I have bloodwhips. Read your card and stay sharp." Brody does so.

The radio station seems in decent condition, though the top of the tower is missing, twisted beams of steel ending abruptly. You enter through the front door, which has been barricaded; Clara moves the debris aside bodily.
Climbing several flights of stairs within the building, Clara occasionally calls out. "Mister 33? I've returned with help!" Her voice sounds so human; it echoes softly in the narrow stairwells.

At last you reach the fourth floor; smaller than the other three, it seems to contain a glass-windowed recording studio and a small cubicle farm. Moving through the offices excitedly, Clara takes the lead, but stops abruptly, her face registering only confusion.

<Continued.....>

<Continuing......>

A man sits near the far wall, in the hallway between offices, slumped in an office chair. He's facing you, albeit somewhat awkwardly. You can get a good enough look to tell that his wrists have been totally gashed open. The carpet around him is a dull rusty stain.
As you draw closer, you make out his face. He looks tired, frozen in a fitful sleep, though the dried blood suggests a more permanent state. Behind him is a bulletin board, containing several schedules as well as a map of the united states.
Strange twisting symbols seem to be burned into the wall behind him, all across the board, like they were seared with some sort of tool. Dominating the expanse is a floor-to-ceiling black scar of ash, taking the rough shape of a humanoid figure with spindly, multi-jointed limbs stretching like gaunt tree-branches over the expanse of strange figures.

Did we call up Fieldson or anybody at Arkham to tell them not to attack 88 since he seems to be doing something productive for a change?

>>9952285
i'm guessing the hair will grow back eventually thanks to the pill?

>>9952526
>>9952573
FUCK REALLY?!??!?!?!??!??!!?

Clara's face is wrinkled at the brow. She chews her lower lip, adjusting her skirt as she looks at 33. You wonder why anyone would program a robot like that.
33 himself doesn't look like he's been dead long, maybe half a week, tops.

"Shit...." Garfield murmurs.
"The rest of this room is clear," Brody says, looking around.

>>9952573
>...Do you have to kill EVERY techie we meet?

"The fucking slender man..."

>>9952614
>Do you have to kill every massive fountain of information we meet?
MAAAAAAAYBE

>>9952610
"Sweet Jesus".

>>9952628
>Hey, if I didn't have to work for every sliver of information, it wouldn't be fun.
"Clara, get out of here, you don't need to see this"
Data mine his computers, look through his info, have Brody prepare a grave, I guess.

>Strange twisting symbols

Do any of them match the ones we were scribing on the walls with our blood back in the Chicago Arkham facility?

>>9952660
"Brody, this was a good man, and i have every reason to believe he died trying to do the right thing. Maybe BECAUSE he was trying to do the right thing. Could you... take care of him? Say a few words? I need to look through his things."

Guys, I hate to be the one to suggest this, but ya know, Garfield needs to eat.

>>9952726
Um. Upon reflection, we should only say that after we're extremely sure he's really, totally, permanently dead.

>>9952744
No.
We don't eat dead nice people.
We eat dead mean people.
Or Slimjims.

>>9952744
Yes, and we need for Clara to not rip our head off.

>>9952671
>>9952660
"Clara...you should go. You don't need to see this."
Clara drops the old man's hand she had been holding. Her fingertips come away with some of the dried blood on them. She rubs it off, somewhat absently, eyes on the ground. Then she turns and bolts out, one hand shielding her face.

"Time to teach me, blood..." you murmur to yourself, walking towards the wall. Before you can even start to extrude a tentacle, however, the symbols began vibrating and dancing in place along the board, jittering like bad animation. Even more horrifyingly, the humanoid figure begins to peel itself off the wall, jerkily stepping into being like some kind of waking nightmare. Its faceless visage regards you, shaking as though in the grips of some seizure. There is a crackling snap, and then another, as its long arms rip themselves from the medium of burnt wood, dragging on the floor given their harsh, angular length.


Ḫ̴̙̙̣̦̥͕͛ͧ͒ͯ͑ͫ͜e̷̢̱͖̻̪̊͗̅̅̋̀̚l̶͙̖͙̰̄͛̾̂̋̊̎l̪̪ͮ͆̒̑͝͠
̳͚ͅo̢͉͎̬̐̎ͮͫ̊̒͊͜a̮̯͇ͥ̋̂̍ͥ̅̈́j̛̥̹̪̹̼̻͚̜̅ͫ̆̀͢d͎̘̽̓͐̄̏̑̚
̻̪͖̭k͚̝̬͍̳̙͍̒͐̈́̑ͮ͢j̡͉͒̎̚͝g̛̱͇ͪͪ̎́̈́͜ ̢̛̣͕̒ͧͪ͜m͋̓̄̓ͮ̎̍҉̤̫ỵͥͣ̈͑ ̨̛͓͚͚̦̘̤͉̦̊ͣ̌̂a̢̟̦̗̗͚̼̓d̙̫̼̆̉͂̿͆͜f̵̰̻͙̖͈͂ͯ̄͞͠a̝̳̍͆d̄̃
̖̦̣̳̽͐͟f̷̜̉̈͋́ͭ̄̿̕a͍͖̳͔̘͋ͣ̽͞2̊̕҉̮̲̖͇3̦͕̥̞̠͎͚̾͒ͦͯ̀ͮ͛͠
͍j̈́́͏̵͎͚j͚͙͚͌͌̄̐͂̍́͢͞͠ǵ̴̨̝̯̭͔̺͍̮̼̜̅̑̈͗ ͇͍̗̠̯̜̤̺ͨ̎ͣ͂̇ͮ͠d̞̞̤̲̺̹̎͂é̡̩̞͕a̧͍͖͙̭͖͑͌́̂̀ͯ͘ŗ̻ͧ͑̿̅̔
̪͎̤̹̳ͅ

>>9952760
We don't have to tell her.
Okay, I think I'm out voted here.

>>9952573
Are the symbols burned into the wall a reddish color? Or burnt black like someone took an acetylene torch to it?

>>9952765
SHIT THE SLENDER MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>9952765
Hoooooooleeeeeeeeee shiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!!!!!!

>>9952765
"Oh shit!"
Blood armour up, whips out

>>9952765
Man, that shit is hard to read. :S

um. "Hello, my dear" it says, maybe? with some extra gibberish to make it even harder?

So. Armor up, combat ready, and cautious greetings in reply?

>>9952765
Armor up, but don't attack it.

>>9952821
>>9952861
>>9952836
Your blood flows over your body, sealing you off. You feel whips dangling. Brody has backed several paces away in stunned silence, trembling hands on his rifle


E̷̢̦̩̯͚͇̤͑́̃͂ͫ̓n̩͙̪̺̫̜̬ͥ͛̓ͦ͑ͦ̋ĵ̸̝̃͡͞o̦̥̱͎̗̎ͮͬ͆ͬ̎͆͘̕
̦͓̘y̳͉͍̼̗͍͆̾̃ͩ̓́ḯ̛̱͗̀̑ͫͭn̵̖̻̘̹̓ͫ͑̀ḡ̱͖̪̤͗ ̯̦̱̫͖̒̔ͦ̊ͮ̂͆̓͟ ̡̬̐̆̈́ͅͅ ̶̵͕̠̩̯͉̫̘̃̉̾͌̚̕ͅ ̙͇́̔̃͜=̛̰͚̞̈́ͦ͑͋̔ͫ̐ͨ̚͡=̷̸̮̻̜̜͔͋ͮ͝ =̴̷̐̾̄͐̒̀҉̖͈ ̡͓̝̘̱̭͋̉̀ͩ̎ͮͪ̋̔͡ ̧̙̥̃̍͐̀ ̹̱̞̽̏̌͜ ̴̴̘̫̬ͩ̈́̐̾͝ ̰̗͔̗̣̠ͥ̈͟ȁ̧̡̻͉͖̦̮̤̝̲ͭ̎̒̊̒̒͘s̷̱͚͓͍̅̒̄d͉͓̮̩͚̫ͣ̂f̓́̉̽͐
͛͏̷̨͓̞̩̻̫̫̥v̢ͦ̅̇ͭ̿͌͏̷̦̮͔̬ ̵͇͖̗̝̟͔ͥ̊̎ ̴̞͉̤̻̱͓̞̯̀̃ͮ͂̾̎͋̍ ̹̀̚͟ ̧ͨ̄ͪ͑ͪ̄͏̣͙̦͖̯̹ ̧̠̳̌͂̓͂͜ ̒̈ͣ̒̃̍͠͏̛̦͚͕̦͇͎ͅt̸͖̘͍̺ͣͪͣͯ̄ͬ̂͘͡f̫̯̤͙̲̣ͤ̓̐̑͂̇ͬ͑͘ͅḣ͊̊
͚͉̺̩́͌ͧe̱͗́͜ ͉̙͈͉̮͖̬́ ̸͇̎̔̓͆͝ ̬̲̦͉̣̦̉͜͞a̡̖͈̞̠͛͂ͤ̉͜d̷̢̟͉̳̺̦̼͑̍ͬ̀j̻̞̰̩̜̥ͦ̀̓ͨ̚k̡̀ͬ̍̂͛
͓̦͕̘͇͓͈͟k͖̤̲̺̜̯͖̂̿̀j̰͔̓̑̌ͣ̔̇̑͒̚3̴͙̌ͥͨ̑̋͞2̥̳͎̈̓ͣͮ̒ͩ̓͟
̝̘ ̌̄ ̸̗͇ͨͭ̂ͩ ̲̘̥̫͐̌ͣ ̢͇͙̘̦̝̅ͦͦͧ̑̊͗̆͘ ̡̬̫͉̰͍͙̹̦̩̔̓̀̎̇ͣ͑͜ ̼͚̬͕͇̲̫͙̌̂̎̏̈́́ ͈̤͈̫̔̽̆̈́ͣ̏̀͢͠͠r̴̲͇̪͔͉ͧ̔ͥ̇͊̈̀͠i̫͎̼̘̍ͨ̃͗̅̐́d̸̻̲͇̐͒̇̔̾͆
̻e̜͚̟̘͕̍́̚ā͏͏̢̤͔̼s͎̝̄̉͂̇̒ͦ͜͠f̼̱͌ͮ͒̐͟j̢̣̪̣̩͖̮͓ͩͣ͝ń͖̀
͇̹̭̹͖̼̦ͅz̖̱̯͈̞͉̰̻ͤ̐ͧ̎ͮ̚ͅx̶̼̗̙̜̅̇?̴̩̹̠̞̥͈͖̜̥͂̉ͨͨͪ̂̄


The slender figure shifts forwards, advancing lazily. It strokes a long hand lovingly over the corpse of 33.

>>9952975
Ask him who he is and why he killed 33.

>>9952975
"Who... no, what are you?"

>>9953061
seconded

>>9953061
>>9953127
"Who....what are you?" you ask.

S̨̑̂̓͊ͨ̽̏̓̐͏͔͎́h̢̛̰̬̦̟̘̜̮̅ͯͣͪ̈̿̚ͅa̴̪͓̝̖̺̳ͬ͊̿̂̉ͥd̽͒ͨ͆
͚͉͎̻̩̕o͍̩̬͌̾̋ẇ͉̪̭͚͔͍͚̼̪̀̕s̡̨̼̺̠̘̈̃͌̂̄ ̩͙̰̞ͭͦͧạ̺̖͇̘͐̉̾͋̿͑͑ñ̦̭͓ͩ͞d͉̝̹̩̳ͬ͒͑̾̿̃ͬ ͚̰̹̹͖͋ͫͣ̐̀̂ͬͯ̀͢d̴̤̗̺̰͍̝̰̟̖̆̽̍ͫ̂̔̅͜͜u̘̯̤̝ͩͭ̃ͭͅs̿̑͆҉̦̀
̘̬ẗ̸̶̩̝͔̗̣̮̦͕́.̛͚̱̬̀̒̔͡ ̵̣͇̘̫͓ͭA͓ͫ̿͟ñ̮̻̩͔̬̤̾̾d͍̓͛̅ ̷͓̗͗͒͛ͦ̽s̬̲̖͐̏̑ͦ͛͆͢o̤͚̳͓̗͙ͪͯͩ͛m̶͕̩̰̘̻̱͎͕ͪ̈́̈̄͌̚e̷͖͛̽ͤ
̗̣̘͈t̟̠ͪͣ̂ͥ͋ͫ͐͡h͙ͣ͊̿̉ͫ̂ͫi̯͚̾̏ͬͭ̐ͩ̋͢n̞̲͔͓̖̣͋̑͋͒̌̌͑̚̚g̒
̮̘̥̓ͣ͒̋̽ͭ̍ ̪͙̖̜͍̐̈ͬ̃͂̾m̡̪̫̩̾͒͠ǫ́͗̔͊̔͛̓҉̦͕r̲͔̩̗̼̖̅̎͌͒ͅę̨̞̞̟̐͋ͯ
̟͍ ̎ͪ͌̈͏̷̥̬͍̺̜ş̸͙̭̫̠͈ͧͨ̃̌u̢̡̖̐ͥͩ̿ͫ̔̐b͔͙̗͉̮̠͕̗͑͌̓͜s̙͕̈͞
͔̜̟̠̬̫͎t̴͉̣̬̪͈͍͗̍̚a̵̧̩͔̜̤͚̻ͭn̜͔͇͓͚̫̄͛͗̐ͧ͡t̨̧ͥ̃̍͋͋̈̇̂
͙͉̺̰̤́i̷̡̩͙̻̣̖͐ͥ̊̾̆͂ͅȁ̡͔̦ͦͤ̔͌̀͠lͣ̍̈̔ͧ̊͆͑҉̪͔,̇̀́ͧͩ
̴̨̳̪̝̰͖̔ͮ̚͜ ̢̡̜͙͗̅ẁ͑̒ͩ́͏̳̻̜͇h͔̮͇͎ͨ̓̐͐ͥ̓͜͡e̟͚̺̯̽ͥ̌̔̓n̹̩̤̟̗͓̒̌̀͞͠
ͅ ͈͉̮̐ͮͪ̈͌̔̉ͥ͟t̬̩̗͚̗̝̃͑̎ͨ͛͞h̡ͩ̓̒ͬ͑́͌̕҉̭̼̱̤̥͙̦̘ͅeͫͭ̔ͪ͐̀
̡͚̻̆ ̡̪̱͕̦̯̾ͦͣͫͦ͒͘͞n̢̯͕̋̂͠ȩ̼͓̣̥̗̹̫͇̣̃ͣ͒̎̈́̈̿͜͠e̤̺̘̻̝̺͌̄dͫ
̡̧̥̱̭̞̝̤͂̈́ͫͩ ̝̺̟͉̞̖̦ͯ̀ͤ̏̔̒͆ͮsͪ͛̚͜͏̣̠̠͔̘̻̟̯ͅû̫̭̽ͦ͐͛̇ͅi̸͕̗̰̰̘̔ͭͮͅt
̨ͦ̽҉̭͎̖s̢̛̘͚̭̝̣̪̐̒̐ͤͪ͐͐̎.̥͉̬̥͕̫̊ͣ͘


>Roll a d100

rolled 64 = 64

>>9953152
THIS IS NOT GOOD. Rollan

>>9953152

"Enjoying a dead 32?"

>>9952975

"Shadows and dust and something more substantial when the need suits"

>>9953162

Thank God.

>>9952836

you think you have it bad? this is what it looks like to me.

and for the record, my character encoding is set to utf-8, and I am on firefox. good times.

How the shit have I been missing this?!
I've been looking for you all day! You have this uncanny ability to avoid me StonerDM!

rolled 59 = 59

>>9953152
Here goes nothing

>>9953317
Not a bad roll............ not great but not bad either.

>>9953162
>64
Precog: SUCCESS
You snap to the side without even realizing it. Where you were less than a second ago, the slender one's limb vibrates like a tuning fork.

L͕̭̍̉ͭ̇̕͡i̵͙̠͚̠͙̲̲̦͗̿ͧ̆̄̄́t̑ͮ̊̈́͗͗̓ͧ͝͏̱͓t̢͎͌͛ͪļ̌̎̋̓̈́ͮ
͎̭̞͈͙͈ě̷̢̠̪̖̻̲̰͎͓͈̑ ̧̮̝̟ͦ̏̃͡m̶͓̦̭̗͊f̨̺͍̫̰̜̼̫̰̉̄ͪg̴̶̜͓̳̠̭̜̈̆ͮ͆͐̑x̡̩̘̝͈̆͡c̈́
̨̛̠͉̝̼͉͠v̨͚̮͕̥͚͔̳͋ͩͣ̈̋ͅz̡̢̟̭̫̬͈͇̠ͥͤ͒̍̾w̞͑̕͜ó̫̯̘̻̅uͤ
̥͙̱̤̠̳ͮ̏͂ͨs̘̰̰͚̯̖͇ͩͭ̓̀̆͛ͦ̌͟ë̴̷̗̳̗́͘.̭͍̭̩̰̠͕̹̔̃̓̇̅ͭͥͥ
.͙̰͉̙̗ͥͮ̑ͬ͌ͪ̃̎́.̲̠̤̑̈ͮ̑̆͆ͥ̽̀͘̕.̡͓̦ͬ͛ͦ̔.̶̩̩̊͝ ͓̯̻͔̳͕̣̤̇͊̀͠ ̷̪̦̣͓̈́͝L̵̘͕͓̞̊ͫ͋̐̀̀i̴̫͖̞̙̲͌͜t̶̨̟̺̩ͣͨͭ̈́ͫ͆ͦ̚t̠̫̱̀̀ḷ̲͈ͦ
͔͖̩̯̪e͙̐͌̔̀͜͠ ̷̣̼ͧ͗͗̽a̸̘̘̙̯͆͌̍͑̑͘͞d̢̰̄͐̕f̥̯̳̈̇̎̒ͪ̑ͭ͛͌̕͢ ̢̟͇̲̀ͮ͑l̸͈̪̝͇̫͔̼͖̜͑̀͌̔͟i̙̫̹̜̗̼͌̎̌͆ͨ́̋ţ̧̱̃̚t̼͈̖̆̇̈ͫ͢
̘̭̖̭̥ͅl̜̖̯̟̤̲̮̭̃̀̄̓̊ͤ̉͂e͍̪̩̖̘̣̝̋̂̐ͭ̂̉́ͧ̕ ͧ͒̄͗̆͝͏̰̻͈̯̱̙̙̖m̸͚̰͉̝̟͔̈̿ͮ͂̍̕o̡̙͈̝̼͖͋ͫ̊͐͋͑ͣ͞͞ͅͅu͐̈ͫ̾
͚̬͙̳s̖̜͓͚̍ͪ͠ẻ̜̏ͯ̑ͪ̀̽͐̀͢.͇̟̝͍̔ͬ̃̔̋͊͗͢͝.̡͚͙͉͚͍̞̪̊͐ͤ̌.
̀ͮ̓͏͓̠͇.̷̩̻͚͓͈̯̣͒̋͢

Brody fires a round that passes through the creature, making a hole in the wall and not having any obvious effect on the target. It shuffles in place, vibrating like a cellphone, >>9953317
>59
...then whips its arm across the room horizontally like a piece of razor wire. You duck your head, and Brody jumps backwards out of range.
"Ma'am? orders??" he calls out in a panic.
"He's going to tear us apart!" Garfield shouts.

>>9953512
Use tuning fork in a glass to disrupt the bastard.

>>9953247
i had that problem too. the Unicode website explains it, i needed to activate my OS's unicode support.

Speed seems to be his strength. Tie him in burning blood cords.

>>9953512
Cheese it!

>>9953512
Hmm... Fight or Flight?
Flight.
"Retreat!"
>>9953527
That would be a wonderful plan if we could open the damn thing.

>>9953533
what should the unicode look like?

>>9953578
Have we tried using Garfield on it?

>>9953606
Right. Bloodlance, then retreat.

>>9953583

>>9953512
>Little mouse
seems like something to do with the small rhyme by Lebron

>>9953616
>>9953606
>>9953578
>>9953574
You back away, whipping out a projectile of burning blood.
It slaps against the being's torso area. It stands perfectly still.

"...Nͪ́ͥ̌͜͡҉̬̘͈̩̼͚͙̦ͅị̐̑̾͐͊̈́ͯ́͢͡c͙͍̗̰̖ͣ̂ͩ̓̀̅ͅe̽̑͊͘͠
̸͎̦̪͉̯̖͍ ̦̖̖̥ͮ͋̏ͯ̆ͮ͝ṯ̪̭̩͓̣̞̰̓ͯ̊̐̈́̓̀ͪŗ̡̦̱̻̖ͬ̽͑͞iͩ̈͑ͪ̀͋͆͏̼͚̰͟
͙̠̟͎̣c͉̘͌͗͒̆̆ͯ́͘k̶͔͕̫̖͙̻͉̅̆ͤͧ͌̅̾ͩ́.̖̯͎̠̫̅͋̍ͥ.̸̲̖̈́̏͞.
̶̡̝͓̯͚̝̻ͪͬ̅ͅ"

Other than physically touching it, the blood doesnt seem to have any further effect. You book it, making a narrow jump over the creature's own whiplike limp that snaps out at you.
Bursting through the door, you find Clara coming up the stairs.
"I heard a gunshot! What's wrong?"
You frantically wave you hand, indicating to turn back.
"Go. Go. Go. GO!" you shout, practically falling down the stairs.

>>9953649
Which begs the question, is our spirit guide as innocent as we assumed, honkey?

>>9953676
RUN DAMMIT RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>>9953676
"nice trick"

>>9953679
It's the Eldrich Artifact- Fueled hallucination of someone who may or may not have an imaginary friend already. No, he is by no means innocent.
>>9953676
Is Brody following?

>>9953751
>someone who may or may not have an imaginary friend already.
Don't forget the part where we're a partial success at merging a lesser version of what's holed up in 13 and a human.

>>9953751
>>9953729
Brody is behind you, taking the stairs slightly more slowly. He turns at the bottom of one flight, shouldering his rifle.
"Go on!" he shouts, before being impaled through the chest by a pair of arms. The slender man's form is black, but less a black that implies pigmentation than one that speaks of a true, horrible -absence-. In a flash, the torso of the being is right in front of Brody, and he is knocked backwards, out the window that stands between the two flights of stairs.

>What do?

>>9953789
Run to car, Get Clara with her robo-strength to break the seal on the tuning fork, bang it on something, and point it at the Slender Man.
If that fails, drive the fuck out of there.

>>9953789

Brody! 50/50 he might be out. Continue on original plan: RUN FOR THE HILLS.

If this strange being has the power to put Brody down permanently, we can't possibly stand up to him. If Brody is alright, then we still can't stand up to it (since we don't have autoheal).

>>9953825
If Clara fails, try burning/melting it out with Garfield

>>9953860
Do both. We can physically affect Slendy with out blood, so try to whip around the arms and pull them away. Before we do so, throw the tuning fork to Clara and scream for her to open it.

If both plans fail, THEN we run. We're loyal, not stupid.

>>9953825
>>9953847
>>9953860
You dash back to the Jeep. As you burst out the front doors of the facility, you see Brody, his arm reattaching itself to the proper socket.
"Hey! You! Um...what's going on?" He asks, bone sinking back into its proper place.
"Just come with us if you want to...live..." you say, motioning for him to follow. You quickly shuffle through the equipment in the back of the jeep, finally finding the "Absorbent Tuning Fork", still in its clear cubic prison.
"Clara, could you break this open?"
"Yes? Let me try." She takes it from you, squeezing. Her face scrunches up with exertion, and several chunks of the clear plastic-like molding come off. She continues, until she finally draws it from what remains.
Behind you, the doors of the radio station slam open, thick veins of hissing, scratching blackness crawling across the outer walls of the structure as the slender man stands in the doorway, pointing at you with an enlongated limb.
You take the tuning fork, slapping it against the side of the jeep and pointing it at the beings unstable, jerky frame.
It produces a soft, even tone. Nothing happens. Your hand feels very dry.

>What do?

>>9953860
Dunno, abominations from beyond reality might give our blood a stomachache.
Bloodache?
Upset Blood?

>>9953977
That settles that. Tell Clara to drive and snap off some blood spears.

>>9953977
>lol
Drive away. Fast.

>>9953977
Use blodspears to shoot tuning fork into DEMON

>>9953977
Does it come out of the station or just stands there?
Kinda hoping it won't come into direct sunlight since it semms to be made of shadows for the most part.

>>9953977
Ask Garfield if he feels affected by the fork.

>>9953977
>>"Absorbent" Tuning Fork.

Hilarious. Let's keep this thing away from oceans until we can re-seal it, okay?

The being remains in the doorway, two, then four, then seven limbs extruding to curl like knobbled fingers at you. You put the tuning fork into your backpack, then jump in the jeep, motioning for Brody and Clara.
"Clara, you can drive, right?"
"Um, yes! yes, I can do that!" She starts the jeep, flooring it as you snap off a spear at the slender form. It steps aside, watching your blood sail past it into the radio station.


"S̢̙͉̩̥͍̲̰o̥͎̟̤̻rͣ̍̕ř͈̯̘͆ͩ͐̈͒ÿ͓́͆ ̪̻̹ͅf̹̜̘͓͓͈͆ͪ̄̌͂o̴̟̩̳̞̥͚̊͑̈ͣ͋r̮ͨ͝ ̥̜̞̪̰͗ͮͅb̖̭̯̩̳̱̀̑̔ͮ̊͛r̯̭̱̼̝̱̩̆̄́ͣ̇̏ē͍̹̤ͫͥ̇͆̚̚̕aͣͣͬ͋
̳̮̰͚̼̑̓k̲͝i̤̇̓̚̚n̛̬̪̱̬̔ḡ̸̳̮̯̝͔̯͚ͦ ̈́ͯ̉̅ͭ͑ ̠͉̭͍̙̈̔ͣ̑͐ͩ̈ȁ͇̤̬͚̘̔̈́͋̓̍ͯ̂͂̔͟ ̫̝̰̀ͣͅ ̊҉̫͓̫̤͚̥̤͚͕̠ͩ̑̒͡k̪̫̭̞̪͚̮̀́ͭ̀k͔̮̫̩̑̀͊̓l҉͓n̰͎̹̞̓̇͆ͥͮ̋ͦ
̟̳̝k͎̙̯̫̳̳͛ͮͨ̌͋͑͊l̜͈̺̺̪̪̲͐̾̽̽̆ͫ͘ ̟ ͍̤͖̣ ̬͇̹̃ͦͤ̚ ̢̙̏ ̝͕ͨ͆ͣͥ ͇̄̀̿ͥͦ̆͜ͅ ̣͇͇̪̥̜̘̃ͤ̐͌ ͎̘̮̫̕ͅỷ̪͢o̙͔̜͕͈̤̞ͫ̎̇u̅ͤ̍ͧ͑ṟ̥̺̳̍͒̽̚ ̪͟ṯ̢̫ͨ̉̃̒ȯ̲y̦̱̺̯͒́ͫ̀ͪ̓͑"


"P̱͔̞̖ͥͫ̐̍ͧͩͩ͡e̦̜̖̒ͮr͏̺̭̜͎h̷͊̿a̻p̭̦̉ͪͮ̎̓ş̮ ͓̗͔ͦͣ̈ͅ1̱̼2̵͙̜͎̯̱̪͖̄͌͌̊3̪f̫̭̩̍͐̄̒͑́ ͙̮͢a̹͎̩ͧ̓͆͑͡t̟͉͐͆ ̳͉͕͖͕̣̅ͬǎ̟̀́̀ ̧͙̠͓͍͈̟ͪ̓͊ͮ̃͐ͅd̯͓̹̓ͣ́i͈̭͈̹͇̘̇̐̈́̇̅́ḟ͙̗͇̫̮̌ͯ̚fͤ̕eͭ̔ͤ͛̍
̠̪̪̻̯r̨͉̲̖̭̹͖̺͂e̪͙̼̳̣ͧ̈̇̏͒͒n̏t̨̟̠̟̯͈͉̯̒͒ ̗̩̯̭͖̲̭̓ͮ̔͂̎͒̑s͖̮̣͚̙̘̖͝j̸ͤ̽̿͒k̹̯̭͑͂͆̋͋̐ͣ͘j̢̘̘͙̟̠ͤͪ̀̚
̥0̿ͦ҉̯͎̻0̺̣̻͉ͣͯ̔-͙̞̾ͮ-͇̼̬̗̟̭͉ͦͭ͗́-͆͛͆-̻̜̝̙̜̜̿ͭ͟-̶̯̝͍̀-
̷͚̹͒-̘̱̩͖̟̇ͥͥ͌̾͐̾ ̖̥̯̭͂̔̍ͮ͗̐̚m̸̝͉̰̯͚̲̗͂̄̀ͤͧa͍̘̻͈̗͉̣͛s͖̫̯̙̪ͩ̆͂͆̽̚͝q̎̋͐ͭ
̢̪̦̲͈̼̯̮̃ṵé̛̹ͩ̚r͎̳̤̯͇̈́a̻͓̜̞̩̺͟de̶̘̠͈̖̟̜͉ͨͤ̑̓̅͌̚"

>>9954100
"Sorry for breaking your Toy, Perhaps at a different Masquerade."

Oh, fuckawesome.

The shadows ARE out to get us! We were right all along! Take that, nagging feeling we've been losing our sanity!

>>9954100
Well... I officially have no fucking clue.

>>9954161
Don't be so quick to dismiss it.

>>9954100
That tuning fork should really go into a ziploc bag or something.

>>9954178
>Inb4 I Mario 2 the shit out of you guys at the end

I am starting to think that this shadow man thing might be a aftereffect of having the Lovecraftian Hedron in 13's bedroom. Maybe the hedron attracts beings like the misty thing, and switches it's consciousness with the nearest mortal thing?

Also! Was re-reading old threads, and saw the awesome (and technically half-possible under standard laws of physics) idea of Blood-wings.

If the underside of the wing heats up as hot as it can, then that'd create lift - so i vote that we practice selective activation of the burnination, towards the ultimate purpose of being able to wipe the smugness clean off of Ramiel's winged, egotistical face.

Also, flying would be awesome in general

>>9954195
Need more control for that. We should try it a bit when we have a moment to rest.

>>9954195
Hmm. And once we get going, as long as the blood can maintain a coherent surface of sufficient size then we can function as a glider anyway....

>>9954100
Is that fucker following us.
Also develop bloodwings as our new side project.

>>9954185
Dude, not that I'd track you down and kill you in your sleep if you did that, but I'd totally track you down and kill you in your sleep if you did that.
Now, if you mean 'Has been in a straitjacket in an asylum the whole time' and not 'It was just a simple dream' we can have your sentence commuted to a small assault.

>>9954240
>Birds chirp lovingly to one another as the sun crests over the picket fences. Stretching, Helen sits up in her pink, fluffy bed. She looks at the clock; 11:00 AM! But that means she'll be late to the picnic! "No time for strange dreams," she murmurs, already forgetting the vaguely disturbing plot of the previous night. "I hope they save me potato salad!"
>GOOD END

>>9954259

>>9954259
YOU BETTER FUCKING NOT!!!!!!!!!!

>>9954259
On the one hand, D'aww.

On the other, i will drink your blood if you end things here. ^_^

This is a joke, right? Tell me this is a joke. ITS A FUCKING JOKE, RIGHT!?

>>9954259
>And you were there! And you! And you! [/oz]

>>9954259
Haha, the rage caused by that would reach apocalyptic levels.

>>9954259
Love you too, Stonerbro.
Now, if we're done, we have an evil shadow-being to run from.

"Brody, is that thing following us?" you ask, peering back.
"Not that I can see..." he says, shielding his eyes.
"Oh god!" Clara says, your head snapping around.

Shirtless in all his bishounen glory, Subject 151 is standing in the middle of the road. Clara swerves the car wildly, missing him by a scant few inches as he casually turns and watches you sail by, then skid to a stop.
"Oh my god, I almost hit that man!" Clara pants, hands gripping the steering-wheel tightly.

>>9954299
>I lol'd hard

>>9954312
"Oh this is going to go well. What do you want Ramiel?"

>>9954312
Should have ran him over.

>>9954312
My mentioning him five minutes ago is TOTALLY a coincidence, right?

Or is he SUMMONED BY OUR THOUGHTS?!

oh, yell out "Hey, there's a... spooky... thing... back there that thinks it's awesomer than you!"

>>9954312
under breath- "Maybe you should have"

"Rammy, Prime Shard, whatever you feel like calling yourself, how you doing? Don't have the time to fight right now, but if you'd like to chat, I know a lovely place down by the shore. Now would you kindly MOVE THE FUCK OUT OF THE STREET? YOU CAN FLY, ASSHOLE!"

>>9954312
Does he have 23 with him, or 27?

>>9954312
"Hey there! If you still fancy playing an angel there's some nasty demonic looking thing back in that radio station for you to kill."

>>9954312
"Clara, that's Ramiel. One of the artifacts turned him into a douchebag.

Or, maybe it only enhanced his natural douchebaggery. Anyway, it's okay to run him over."

>Clara, that's Ramiel. One of the artifacts turned him into a douchebag.
The horror!

Ramiel draws Subject 23 lightly, holding it firmly in his right hand.
"The supersentience of the Prime Shard commands your awe!" He shouts. "Approach, that we may confer. I believe we share common enemies..."

>>9954415
>Yeah, they keep that one under heavy lockdown.
Subject 225 is the collective intelligence shared by all of its victims.

rolled 58 = 58

>>9954427
>Rolling to resist laughing out loud.
"I. But. What?"
"Okay, I'm listening."

>>9954427
Well, he can fly, and he didn't introduce himself by landing on us while cutting us into neat cubes.

Let's hear what he has to say?

>>9954427
"Well there's a slender fellow in that tower that just killed onee of our friends and tried to kill another"

>>9954427
"We can confer from here. Forgive me for not trusting you, but last time we ran into each other, your lackey tried to char broil me. What do you know about that thing back there?"

"Yeah, we can talk from here, if it's all the same to you."
"You needn't worry. If I was going to bring you to bear against the Prime Shard's holy edge it would have been done. The shadow-man dogs your steps, does he not?"
"He...does? He's right back there," you gesture to the broken radio tower, still visible.
"No longer, I'd wager. He has better things to do than lurk in dark corners, if his trap has already sprung. He is the mind that directs the interminable fingers of cosmic terror on these lands."
Subject 27 approaches from the side of the road, walking awkward. He still has no arms, just stumps at the elbow. He glares at you as he approaches.
"Ah, you remember my ward," 151 says, patting 27 on the shoulder.

>>9954572
Let's do what he says, for now, in the hopes of having FUCKING SOMETHING EXPLAINED.

Also, retort with "And it appears he remembers me.", and an extended handshake hand, before withdrawing the gesture and making an 'my bad' face. >:D

>>9954572
>Call Subject 96, because someone ordered some more LARGE HAM!
"So what do you have in mind?"

>>9954572
>ward
Dear god
he's...he's...Batman!

>>9954624

......................ffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>It's a world of ridiculous superpowers. Of COURSE there are going to be ridiculous egos.

"It looks like he remembers me," you say, smirking somewhat. 27 grimaces, hissing, crackling arms of coherant flame racing down from his elbows, his limbs completed in a flash of rage.
"That will be unnecessary," Ramiel says, holding the sword between you. Creed snaps his teeth at you, then lets his arms of fire extinguish themselves.
"God, this guy is such a douche," Garfield says. "I can't get over this fuckin' guy..."

"How do you know anything about this 'Shadow-Man'?" You ask.
"I have been gifted with knowledge by the Prime Shard. It's understanding is not for the meager mind, but it is a substantial tool to bring to bear."
"While the plebian psyche would dismiss the Prime Shard as a mere sword, even a sword of exceptional edge, these would be grave underestimations." He raises the swords, swinging it lightly through the air.
"The Prime Shard is the fixed point; it is the eye that gazes upon the stageplay that is our existence, and when I grasp its handle and swing it upon my foes, I do not swing the blade, but it is the universe itself that tumbles and dances to my direction, and the Shard that remains at rest!"

<Continued...>

<Continuing....>

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Garfield says.
"Within this sliver of infinity are voices that will speak to you, seek you to dance for them like a puppet. I, for the most part, have been a willing servitor, for the power of the Shard is great."
"At its urging we stole from the Arkham dogs a shifting stone of unknown origin, and carried it into the wilderness, to the caps of black stone that kiss the heavens and spurn the sea. There We waited, and nursed the grievous injuries visited upon my ward by your parasite."
"The creature came, the insufferable mind that the Prime Shard wished absorbed unto itself. I stood my ground, as directed, but we...IT...was baffled, blindsided by the machinations of the dweller in the dark."
"We were driven from the mountaintop, and the stone lost to us, and every step dogged by the lashing nightbare lurking under every stone and threshold."

i was about to ask if a pill would grow his arms back until i remembered being armless isn't a disease.

>>9954738
"We shot one. In the face. Then we ate its face. This has had a similar effect."

>Fire Arms.
>Okay, he got some cool points back.
>>9954692
>>9954738
"So, in normal people words, and yes, I realize the irony of that statement, you stole a hedron, attracted an eldrich horror, and want my help fighting it?
And Garfield's a symbiote, not a parasite.
And Cilian started that fight.
But luckily for you I sorta know what those things are.
That doesn't extend to any useful knowledge of how to fight them."

>>9954813
back to 82's patitnted problem solving method 1:
When in doubt, eat it.

>>9954775
"Additionally, that also totally failed to kill it. Though, we DID get teleported forward in time. That was fun."

>>9954813
seconded

>>9948572
(his voice sounds like Smaug from the old Hobbit movie)

I love you and this quest more and more. Remember watching movie as a kid. just got caught up to current thread.

>>9954738
"So, any idea how to fight an enemy that doesn't seem to be affected by physical attacks? Even if your sword can hurt it the rest of us would be cheerleaders at most during the fight."

>>9954738
Ramiel might be a total douche, but im starting o think the sword might actually be the real deal. we should not totally disregard what ever he says. at the very least we can use him to test out what happens when certain attacks do against slender man.

side note, is it slender man or shadow man?

>>9954900
I think the problem is the shard does fuck all to it.

>>9954738
"Well, if what you say is true, can the shard effect that shadow thing?"

"So, in normal people words, and yes, I realize the irony of that statement, you stole a hedron, attracted an eldrich horror, and want my help fighting it?"
"In so many words, yes."
"Well, you're pretty much out of luck, because I fought one as well, and I have no idea how to harm it."
"Also, my blood is a symbiote, not a parasite."
"Thank you for that," Garfield says.

"Semantics. I see you are gathering an army unto yourself. I offer you the services of my ward, young Master Creed." 27's face scrunches up like he just smelled shit.
"I must meditate upon the Shard, and learn its will. He will do the world of men more good with you than at my feet."

>>9954950
Both. He is slender, and made out of shadows.
We've seen the slender man in 13's crazy drawings, and Spider-Lebron/54Corpse told us about him when we experimented with artifacts.
The Shadow Man used to be a figment of our imagination, but apparently it was 'Ol Slendy the whole time.

>>9954950
Slender Man is the thing of 13's human drawings. I say Shadow Man. If they are one and the same, then Slender Man, since it both fits better and came first.

Does noone notice he caused Black Falls? (Blind Falls?) ANYONE?!

>>9954974
Well then back to square one.

Also, take what ever he says with a grain of salt. He might be right, he might be wrong, and he's definitely crazy.

>>9954988
I'm not liking the idea of taking the human torch with us

>>9955065
It's not like we don't have back up if he decides to turn on us.

>>9955065
As long as he doesn't decide to take revenge for his arms, he's one more warm body between us and what ever we might face.

>>9955003
i just remember black tentacles coming out and raping everyone and everything. I thot i was establised as yet another gribbly monster that arkam lost control over. but that would make sense for slender man to be behind it. If i remember correctly it was an overcast day, so the sun would not be out which would mean everything is in shadows

>Accept Ramiel's offer? Need more than a 2:1 for this I think

>>9955095
Dr. O never heard of it, so it wasn't necessarily a Subject, not that everyone had encyclopedic knowledge.
>>9954988
"And how am I to put my trust in someone who would have nothing but ill will towards me?"

>>9955139
Sure. At this point we need all the help we can get.

"More help rarely hurts, sure, why not."

To Creed:
"Okay, uh... I'm sorry i fucked your hands up, but in fairness, you WERE trying to kill me. Also, i COULD have aimed for your face with that, but i didn't. So... Truce?"

>>9955141
"How the hell are we supposed to trust this guy? We ate off his arms!"
"I-" Creed starts.
"He remembers. But he will aid you, and do nothing else, if I command. hm?" he grunts, looking at 27 expectantly.
"If...if Ramiel commands, I will serve you," Creed spits out from gritted teeth.

>>9955179
apologize for tearing off arms, but he did attack us. complement on awesome fire arms and make up some bullshit about how he is touched by god/ sword power. He will definatly try to kill us even if we try to apologize but it wont hurt.

>>9955179
"Very well.
And for the record, I apologize.
Might as well introduce the team.
This is Clara, our team Automaton.
And this is Devon, and you're going to have to introduce yourself to him many, many times over the next while."

>>9955179
fine then

we need to get what ever information 33 had collected on 13, plus how to fix Clara.

>>9955244
agreed. we have to go back to 33. besides, flames from 27 will help keep shadows away

>>9955244
>>9955243
>>9955228
>>9955172
>>9955151
>>9955091
>>9955088
"Listen, Creed..." you say, as he rises shakily, having trouble balancing. "I'm sorry about..you know, your arms. To be fair, you attacked me first."
"An unfortunate occurrence," Ramiel says, sheathing 23. He pats Creed on the shoulder. "But then, we thought you were Arkham hounds, so such is the way of things. I bid you well. I will return to you when I have divined further the Shard's intent." 151 braces his knees somewhat, then, with a powerful gust, lifts off, his wings flexing mightily. Creed stands before you, sleeves dragging emptily on his coat.
"Welcome aboard," you say. "That's Clara, the team Automaton, and this is private Devon Brody. You'll be introducing yourself a lot."
"...Cilian Creed," he spits out at last. "I will do as my Lord commands me, and you shall me his mouth in his absence."

>Gonna wrap up this part. Lots of ground covered tonight.
>With the growing ensemble around 82, I think next session will contain some downtime in which to DEVELOP CHARACTERS. Except for Brody. He'll pretty much stay the same.
>Thoughts on tonight? Nothing stood out as sub-par, at least from where I was sitting. But I crave other opinions.

>>9955179
Go back to 33's corpse for info and shit. Also try to make nice with 27.

>>9955356
Its was excellent as always but WHY DO YOU ALWAYS KILL OFF INFORMATION GOLDMINES?!?!?!?!?!? WHY?!@?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?

>>9955356
(his voice sounds like Smaug from the old Hobbit movie) = shit was so cash

Iv been following since part 2, and i havnt gotten bored or thought story slowed down.

I also liked how you brought back shadow/ slender man. I had just written him off as Helen's paranoid delusions coming out of arkham. i cant wait of next thread

>>9955356
Downtime would be nice. A small clue about what on earth is going on would be cool. Preferably one not delivered by the (confessedly awesome) spider lebron, in light of tonight's events.

Or, hell, maybe we could light up and give him a piece of our mind.

>>9955356
No complains. As usual.
Definitely taking an interesting turn.

>>9955405
>I was hearing all his dialogue in my head as I wrote it. Then I was like "Jesus, whose VOICE is that....SMAAAAUG!!!"

>>9954100
How in fuck's name do we kill that fucker?
If he's made of Shadows and Dust, we need a good chunk o' Thermite or Napalm. Anything that burns dust to liquid and lights up the area.

>>9955439
>Oh man, the Final Twist...when it finally rolls around i hope you guys think it's as awesome as it is in my head

>>9955356
Archivial things.
Filing 23, 27, 88 and 151 under allies.
>Cilian is tentative, and IMO, 23 is more in control than 151
Filing 19 and 33 under deceased.
Combining Shadow and Slender Man entries.
Now we know what the tuning fork does, sort of.

So, Cilian follows Ramiel for religious reasons. Probably related to the whole "Fire of God", cult thing from his past.
And dammit, did you have to kill my character before he got screentime?
>Yeah, like 33 and 54 haven't uploaded themselves to the Internet.

>>9955451
>In my defense, I had named him the Archivist before you tripped up, it was just an awesome coincidence

>DEVELOP CHARACTERS. Except for Brody. He'll pretty much stay the same.
Okay, I laughed.

>Is there a character you wish would shut the hell up? Or one you wish you saw more of? I want to know what you guys are enjoying

>>9955479
More Garfield would be nice.

>>9955479
Clara needs to talk more. This dreary world needs some perkiness.

Thread's been archived.
Also, lol@Part 7 is like 6 votes higher than every other chapter.
It was my favorite too

>>9955486
Yeah, I'm definitely going to try and work more Garfield dialogue in there.
He was useful when it was just you, alone on the run all the time. With other, humanoid people following you around he's sort of taken a backseat.
It'll be good to point out that you're standing next to all your team mates talking with your BLOOD, who only you can hear. Can't lose the context of 82's crazy.

>>9955492
It was the ending.
I've been following since the beginning, and walking in on 54 was the most well done thing that has happened before, and since. You're gonna be working hard to top it.

>>9955533
I would be lying if I said I wasn't still damn proud of it.

>>9955560
I'm just glad people listened to me and agreed not to eat him on the off chance we would absorb his powers.
>No, we have no indication that works, we aren't fucking Sylar.
>or ARE we?

>Hey kids! Don't get high and watch Begotten, it's sort of terrifying, and confusing.
>I SAID DON'T FUCKING DO IT, HONKY!

>>9955618
Generally, mindfucks and horror movies while high: bad idea.

Watched 'Drag me to Hell' while blitzed out of my mind. Bad times.