Be the little girl.

rolled 98 = 98

[X] GENUFLECT

Try to remember just what the hell we're worthy of.

wait, we're the big beastie thing?

I thought we were SUPPOSED to be the little girl.

On that note, I scream and cry and runa away

rolled 14 = 14

>>13926621
wow 98/100 I surprise myself.

stretch out, make sure all my parts are where they should be, scratch myself and go find somewhere to take a piss.

>forgot how to roll
I examine the rest of my body for glowing marks.

>>13926666
>checks for glowing marks
>666

Jesus H. Christ. This is a sign.

THREAD DERAILED. THIS IS NOW SMT QUEST.

>>13926614
>>13926621

For some reason, you remember references to a particular website, and a very odd visual novel, but the pressing matter with your hands right now seems to be more important at the moment.

>>13926643
You try and wrack your mind for whatever the voice is referring to, but everything is a strange, dreamlike blur, a wisp of a thing that escapes your cognitive grasp. It's not helped by the headache either, nor by the fact that you think you're starting to freak out.

>>13926660
>>13926666
Trying to calm down, you hurriedly scan the rest of your body, seeing that they're both all there, and mostly normal. Your joints crack slightly as you stretch yourself out, examining your flesh thoroughly, with glances down your jeans and jumper to ensure that there were no more hidden away beneath your clothes.

"What the fuck are you on about?"

Check inventory.

>>13926765

Seconded. Inventory.

Peer more closely at glowing designs on hands.

Also, take note what gender we are, in case we forgot.

>thateco quatrefoil
Captcha is particularly fierce today.

>>13926666
was me...I'll write some letters on my forehead to keep track of myself
>>13926733
I respond to the voice, "I've done nothing of value."

>>13926757

"What the fuck you are you on about?" you announce to the darkness, your voice echoing hollowly through the corridors beyond.

Silence.

You wait minutes for a reply, but nothing answers.

>>13926765

>CHECKING INVENTORY

Aside from the clothes on your back, which consists of long woolen grey jumper, blue jeans, white undershirt, black converse and a crimson scarf, not much.

There's a weird metal beaded necklace, some silver bracelets, a watch, a pair of glasses, hankies, a pink phone, lint, a mint from Captain America's restaurant and 55 pence in numerous change...

>>13926849
You appear to be a girl. The chest, and lack of a penis confirm it.

As for the designs, the seem to shift silently over your hands, endlessly intricate. If they didn't freak you out so much, you'd probably be able to stare at them for hours...

Oh dear... there seems to be sounds echoing back from the darkness....

Get up and look for cover and/or a hiding place from who/what might be the source of those sounds.

Look for exits and defensible furnishings?

>>13926922

SCAN THE PHONE FOR NUMBERS. DIAL FAMILY. DEAR GOD.

>>13927023
I'd agree, but should probably at least get up first. Sitting on the floor futzing with a phone seems rather indefensible if the craziness going on turns dangerous. Panic and flee, then try to be rational.

>>13927008

You seem to be in some sort of classroom or something. There's a good deal of tables and chairs, along with a white board, and some very old looking windows, whose blinds are drawn. Despite this fact, ethereal blue light is leaking in through the bottom, casting ghastly shadows about the room.

There's an emergency exit on the far side of the room, and directly opposite of it is an open door, from which the sounds are coming. It's a slow sorta clopping sound, footsteps, only louder, and higher pitched.

>>13927023

Scrambling beneath the furthest tables and behind a mass of chairs, you flick open your phone, still crawling towards the exit.

There's a plethora of names here... City Hosptial, Cregagh Cabs, Good Fortune Chinese, Hayleigh, Mum Mob, My Cousin mark, Sorcha, The Strand Cinema...

You dial the first familiar one. Mum Mob. Unfortunately, you're greeted with the lack of anything besides a dial tone, and to make matters worse...

A voice calls out from the door. It's quiet, mocking, punctuated by the slightest of near hysterical glee. It is not a pleasant voice.

"Are you in here-ere~?"

>>13927176

Are we a Slaanesh dreadnought with neural lashes as tentacles?

>>13927176
"Sorry we're closed for the night."

>>13927176

"YES WE ARE! Furthermore, I WILL pass my psychic test. And you can't stop me."

>>13927176

DON'T SAY A FUCKING WORD

>>13927235

What kind of wretched coward are you?

>>13927176

Did it say "... in here-ear?" Pronounced like that.
And if so, does that highlight a weakness?

>>13927176
Cackle madly in a bloodthirsty manner

>>13927176
Do we have vague memories of The Emperor of Mankind? Because, I surmise that Spirit of the Martyr might help us!

>>13927176
Hm.

Throw desk at voice.

Time to go on the offense against freakiness.

>insane servitai
Captcha is paying attention, it seems.

>>13927285
"FOR THE EMPEROR~!"

>>13927277
>>13927298
You have no idea who this... "Emperor" is, nor do you care at the moment.

>>13927285

Alas, the table is too heavy and cumbersome. At most you could knock it over.

>>13927268

And as for laughing? Well, you could laugh in terror, though that might not be the same thing...

>>13927222
You settle for a tentative, almost unheard "...sorry, we're closed for the night..."

There's a deep, unholy chuckle, and the clopping starts again in a rapid burst, making it's way towards you, and wrenching the table aside.

A tall figure looms over you, grinning horribly with glistening, pointed fangs. It rests on cloven feet, pointed tail swinging to and fro, horns sweeping away from its temples. Its upper body is pale, bare torso, its legs that of a goats. A pair of black wings were slung about its hips, almost like a cloak.

With slitted eyes, it regard you hungrily.

"My my, aren't you tasty looking cute stuff~?"

>>13927448
Punch him in the balls.

>>13927550
I second this motion.

>>13927448

We think you're lying about the Emperor, daemon.
We know He protects.

We use THE PASSION, and slam him in the testicles.

>>13927603
>>13927580
>>13927550

We could also give ourselves to him, you know.
He *smells* like a satyr, and those can be fun!

I hear they're even good enough to nuzzle the back of your neck.

>>13927621

>>13927550
>>13927580
>>13927603

You do pretty much what most girls would do when presented with a malignant demon looming over them with unknown intentions, in a situation that could only be described as nightmarish.

You punch that sucker in the balls.

The smile freezes on his face, and he falls to his knees, eyes rolling up into his head. Spasming sightly, the beast clutches at his nether regions, keeling to one side. He murmurs something, but the most you can make out of it is "hmimimmie..."

>>13927621

>>13927642
Fuck you, I vote yes. All will join the Prince of Pleasure, in time.

>>13927671

RUN NIGGER RUN

>>13927621
this is a good idea! i can't see any reason why this would be a bad idea!

>>13927603
>>13927580
>>13927550
If he falls from this, I suggest following with a continued beating. I mean just go medieval on him while freaking out entirely.
If he is just surprised, go for running like hell.

>>13927706
This.

>>13927701

But we could die of pleasure. That's not bad. Or maybe you just can't see.

>>13927716
>>13927706

Look 40kids, you have your own thread. I like 40k, but this is obviously not the thread for it.

Besides, your jokes suck.

>>13927671
Continue the ballpunching until one shatters.

>>13927780

Yes! Grab one of his testicles and squeeeeze until it pops, while giggling.

Time to pic related.

>>13927769
This, please. It get's really annoying when people are spouting 'FOR CHAOS LULZ XD' and retarded actions for half the quest's responses.

Also, voting for running past the demon while he's distracted, get out of the room.

>>13927798
How about no.
That's a bit too creepy/fetishy.

Kick and run for your life.

>>13927798
SQUEEZE! SQUEEZE!

We'll all be terribly embarrassed when the psychotic demon-thing turns out to be our friend/ally/guide/questgiver.

loli quest 2.0? you got my attention

>>13927852
With one less testicle.

>>13927706
>>13927716
>>13927762
>>13927780

Reaching back, you grab a long pole with a hook on it, most likely used for opening and closing the windows, raising it over your head, and then...

YOU. GO. TO. FUCKING. TOWN.

Or at least you try. Upper arm strength isn't your thing, and the beating stick shatters after the first couple of blows.

>>13927803
>>13927807
>>13927825

You try for a kick instead, reeling your leg back for a direct kick into the spine. Grunting in pain as the shock goes up your shin, you hobble backwards. It's like kicking something made of stone.

The demon's breathing becomes deeper, and he begins to growl, slowly picking himself up, eyes near red with rage. He leers at you, and you opt for Plan B.

Running.

You shoot out of the corridor like the hounds of hell are on your trail. The scream of fury resounding behind you implies that this may have not been the best course of action.

The corridor in front of you is long, punctuated with a series of doors to your left. The right is just windows... windows out onto a landscape you didn't think could exist...

>>13927865
Go back to Zerg Quest, Bernie. Not even the Collective likes you and your castration fetish.

>>13927911
Go left. It has longer legs, so you can't win in a marathon.

>>13927920
I have a squeezing fetish, silly boy.

>>13927911
Try to open doors at random and look inside.
Also, what kind of landscape is outside?

>>13927956

Spoilers: It's locked. The lock is broken. The catch is rusted shut. You don't think there's anything important in there anyway.

>>13927963
Must be a railroad station.

Do we know any ancient magical rituals?!

>>13927934
>longer legs

So duck and let it go over us, punching it in the balls again as it passes by.

>>13927991
I say, I appear to have been torn to shreds. That was a brilliant idea, getting within arm's length of a creature out of the collective works of H.P. Lovecraft.

>>13928012

Well, he seems like he's just a regular satyr from Greek mythology.

>>13927934
>>13927956

You run for moment, then break left, diving into one of the rooms at random.

But the image of the landscape is seared into your mind. A sea of buildings, ashy grey, with an enormous blue sun glaring down. The clouds twist into unfamiliar forms, and there are strange, non-euclidean structures dotting the landscape.

>>13927976

Unfortunately, no magical incantation or item of any sort is within your grasp. You have no knowledge of magic. All you have is what appears to be patterns on your hands, which might as well be lava lamps for all the good they're capable of.

>>13928032

Define "non-euclidean."

>>13928032
Close and lock the door ASAP.

>>13928032
>>13928042
Yes, please do.

Also, can we read the patterns, or discern any familiarity among them?

>>13928032
Jump out behind it when it goes by, kick it in the balls, then start running the other direction.

>>13928042
LOLANGLES

>>13928042

I'm not 100%, but I believe it means the shapes of the buildings don't fit the way we imagine geometry, because we interpret things in a euclidean fashion

>>13928083

So she's seeing something that she can't see?
Or is she seeing lots and lots of ovals in the distance?

The concepts applied to certain non-Euclidean planes can only be shown in three or even four dimensions. The Möbius strip and Klein bottle are both complete one-sided objects, impossible in a Euclidean plane. The Möbius strip can be shown in three dimensions, but the Klein bottle requires four.

>>13928032
In any event, let's not go and explore Carcosa unless we have to, yes?

Is the thing following us?

>>13928118

she's seeing buildings that obviously exist, but she can't comprehend how they were constructed or were designed cause all the angles don't make sense to her.

>>13928042

They looks like paintings by M.C. Escher while he was tripping balls on acid.

>>13928067

Unfortunately, from the sounds of the clopping, he's checking each of the doors as he passes by, and... ripping the doors off of the hinges before chucking them through the windows behind him.

>>13928047

For all the good it'll do, you quietly close the door and flip the lock.

>>13928056

The patterns are constantly changing, so... not really. They're really pretty though.

...unfortunately, that doesn't help the situation any, because that *thing* is only one door away, and still sounds pretty goddamn pissed off.

>>13928148

>Moebius strip.
>Non-euclidean.

YOU'RE INCORRECT.

>>13928207
Back further in.

>>13928207
Hide. Somewhere. ANYWHERE.

>>13928207
Use ventriloquism to throw him off the trail. Then sneak up behind him and crush a testicle in our kung-fu grip.

>>13928210
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non-Euclidean_geometry

* Roberto Bonola (1912) Non-Euclidean Geometry, Open Court, Chicago.
* MacTutor Archive article on non-Euclidean geometry
* Non-euclidean geometry on PlanetMath
* Synthetic Spacetime, a digest of the axioms used, and theorems proved, by Wilson and Lewis. Archived by WebCite.


Give source and argument why its wrong

>>updated my journal
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>>13928270
Well, pretty obviously, because the Moebius Strip can be rendered in euclidean space.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%B6bius_strip

Shame you had to paste all those pointlessly erudite references.

>>13928267
Note to self: get a competent psychiatrist as soon as reality comes back from lunch. This sort of inner voice really can't be healthy.

And yes, look for a hiding place or somewhere to run.

>>13928267

Unfortunately, you lack even the rudimentary knowledge of how to perform ventriloquism, and so leave it alone.

>>13928236
>>13928252

You do however, hide in the darkest corner of the room, closing yourself inside a cabinet.

There's a loud crunch, then a smash, as the door is utterly destroyed and disposed of. Then clopping, along with a loud... snuffling sound? It's getting closer to the cabinet...

>>13928303
Then ill counter with the same source posted before countering your source. Shame you couldnt have any argument that could beat
The concepts applied to certain non-Euclidean planes can only be shown in three or even four dimensions. "The Möbius strip and Klein bottle are both complete one-sided objects, impossible in a Euclidean plane"

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Non-Euclidean_geometry

* Roberto Bonola (1912) Non-Euclidean Geometry, Open Court, Chicago.
* MacTutor Archive article on non-Euclidean geometry
* Non-euclidean geometry on PlanetMath
* Synthetic Spacetime, a digest of the axioms used, and theorems proved, by Wilson and Lewis. Archived by WebCite.

>>13928346

Wait until it gets closer, then push the door open as hard as you can. Wood doors don't break easily, right?

>>13928356
As such, give quotations that states that moebies strip is non Euclidean plane, that would be higher then the sources posted.

>>13928346
When it's next to us, open the door as hard as we can, hoping to smack the monstrosity somewhere soft and vulnerable.

Then CRUSH its TESTICLE with our KUNG-FU GRIP.

>>13928370
>>13928406

The sound gets closer until you're almost positive it's right outside. Then with all your strength, you shove the door in the beasts shin.

There's a pathetic thwap sound as it meets with the stony resistance of the creatures flesh.

It looks at you, completely unamused, and yanks you up a wrist, holding you painfully off the ground. Its free arm now rests protectively over its nether regions, in case of a repeat attack.

With a deep breath, it hisses at you.

"That. Was uncalled for. I think I'm going to rip your arms off."

>>13928380
>>13928356

I'm not really sure how you have failed to see the rendered form a Moebius Strip nestled in euclidean space on the linked page, but you can make a model of one with the mentioned strip of paper and tape.

I'd suppose that you'd need to state the specific postulate that the Strip violates.
(Warning: Stating "The Parallel Postulate" may cause giggles.)

>>13928495
"I know we got off on the wrong foot...Can we let bygones be bygones? Fresh start?"

>>13928495
When it raises its arm from its protective location over its groin in order to tear it asunder, we kick it in the balls and run for it once it drops us.

>>13928503
Then the quotation "The Möbius strip and Klein bottle are both complete one-sided objects, impossible in a Euclidean plane"" which you couldnt counter with your own makes you wrong and its a non-Euclidean plane ;)

>>13928495
Spit in it's face

>>13928543

This is not an obtuse-references academic magic contest:
In order to be non-euclidean, it has to violate a postulate, like all the other elliptic and hyperbolic expressions.

Either you don't understand the material yourself, and so cling to a book of quotes, or you're just missing the entire premise of what I've said.

Wow, there's high adventure and intrigue afoot and everyone's arguing about a descriptive term...
Never change, /tg...

>>13928629

It may also be the fact that, like most "quest" threads, this one has gone next to nowhere in its three hour run-time. Never change indeed.

>>13928613
Or, you know, it could just be a building that makes you roll 1d6 San per view.

GET ON WITH THE QUEST.

>>13928495
Show it your hand with the strange patterns, and go, "Stop, please," hoping that does shit all; because, let's face it -- the arm that hand's on won't be attached to your body for much longer. Who knows, maybe those patterns will give him worse headaches than they gave you.

>>13928503
Note: while this geometry is demostrated in 2D for ease of drawing, it is equally valid for 3 and higher dimensions.

The first 4 postulates are universal to all different types of geometry, and say that lines are lines, lines can be long, circles are circles, and a corner is a corner. Groundbreaking.

The paralell postulate is dlightly different. Broadly it states that for a point (1) at a set distance from line A, there is exactly one line B that goes through point (1) and never meets line A (see pic). This defines Euclidean geometry.

By redefining/removing it you get all other forms of geometry, for instance the geometry of Spheres, in which there are no lines which never meet, or that of Hyperbolic surfaces, in which there are an infinite number of lines B that never meet.

>theory ornere
Yes captcha, it is an ornere theory indeed.

Also, 6.5/10 for the geometry troll. You made an effort.

>>13928537

Unfortunately, it's tall enough, and holding you high enough, that you can't actually reach its groin without bending in some bizarre manner.

>>13928535

"I know we got off on the wrong foot...Can we let bygones be bygones? Fresh start?"

"How about we don't," It replies flatly.

>>13928588

Baring all else, you spit in its face. That does... nothing but piss it off further.

>>13928704

It reaches to grab your hand just as you raise your own to show it the patterns. You hand touches its forearm.

There's a flash, and it drops you, staggering back, clutching at its arm.

Rearing back in renewed anger, it swings at you, only to have it's arm stop abruptly mere inches from your face.

Confused, the beast tries again, this time with a punch to the guts. But no connection, once more stopping mere inches from your belly, as if it had struck an impenetrable wall.

You here the voice, ringing in your ears, the God in the Darkness calling to you...

"VELIUS VENDO"

>>13928789
gah, captcha took my pic

>>13928804
Run, and hope for a BBC quarry.

>>13928804
Fuck yeah, now we're getting somewhere.

...Meekly repeat the words the voice told you. Then, if it doesn't do anything good, run.

>>13928840

"Velius Vendo" you repeat, and the demon spasms, its arm twitching uncontrollably. The world around, throbs and ebbs, unseen spirals press against the veil of reality, coiling infinitely, all while cyclopean eyes stare from the abyss.

Your hands burn, flaring like the light of the sun, searing in a way that transcends pain.

"VELIUS VENDO" you repeat, now with the force imparted upon you by your sponsor...

The beast tries to struggle, tries to swear, tries to resist, but it falls to its knees.

"M-m... M-master...."

>>13928931
Run. It's not worth the trouble.

>>13928789

Considerations of the *surface* of a sphere as the working plane is non-euclidean.
A sphere itself however can be rendered with the third axiom quite easily, leaving the fifth postulate intact.

What you really mean to say is that 'A Moebius Strip is non-euclidean is two dimensions.'
With a third dimension it can be rendered quite easily, violating no postulates.
Does it matter that it must be rendered in a pair like the poles of a magnet? No. It can still be mapped to euclidean space.

"A non-Euclidean geometry is the study of shapes and constructions that do not map directly to any n-dimensional Euclidean system, characterized by a non-vanishing Riemann curvature tensor."

WOO! Does this mean we've got ourselves a demon minion now?

>>13929004

It also seems to indicate that Captain Dylan Hunt will be arriving soon.

>>13929004
Until it breaks free, and we die messily. If anything, we should tell it to go as far away as it can.

>>13928931

GIVE IT A BIG HUG AND ASK IT WHERE WE ARE AND WHAT IT IS!

>>13928804
Order it to "Sit!" like a good little minion!

>>13929053
It will never break free, we have it by the tesTACLES.

>>13929113
This.

>>13929193
Do random female protagonists with pink phones ever need a penis inside them?

>>13929053

"Get up..." you command.

The creature stands. And sighs. "I'm not a goddamn piece of furniture. If you start making me-"

"Go..."

"Go? Go fucking where? Look, just because you got this crazy shit in your hands, you think you're hot shit."

>>13929113

You're not in for a hug considering it just threatened to kill you, but a few question wouldn't go far amiss.

"Where are we? What are you?"

The beast looks at you like you're stupid.

"We're at the End. The Destruction and Rebirth of the world by the Chosen, built on the ashes of the last."

It paces about a bit.

"As for what I am..."

He leers at you a little, before flopping down on the floor.

"I am Crow, a Demon of Sloth and Hope. And now... your eternal servant. You bitch."

>>13929204
Will /tg/ ever be free of people too frank about their bizarre fetishes?

>>13929241
>Sex with a woman.
>Bizarre fetish.

I would surmise not.

>>13929239
Who am I, then? And why were you chasing me?

>>13929239

"Who are we, who are the 'Chosen,' do you know anything about giant eyes in a dark void, and do you know of any nearby repositories of arcane knowledge?!"

>>13929239

Can we ask the eye-void thing about the emperor?

>>13929272
>>13929291

"Who am I then? Why were you chasing me? Who are the Chosen? Do you know anything about giant eyes in a dark void, and do you know of any nearby repositories of arcane knowledge?!"

Crow simply yawns, rolling around on the ground.

"I have no idea who the fuck you are. You're just some random chick I smelled when I came into the building. As for the chasing, well, you punched me in the fucking scrotum. Also, your kind taste good,"

He yawns again, turning onto his stomach, laying flat on the ground, tailing whipping back and forth.

"The Chosen are those who will force the Rebirth of the World, in their own vision. As for big eyes in the dark, that could be anything. From Elder Gods, to demonic perverts, to weird scrying spells. I ain't a magician, I don't fucking know."

"And arcane knowledge... Well, yeah, I do actually."

He grins horribly.

"Place a few minutes walk from here. Course, maintained by a buncha uptight little shits..."

>>13929412
You're going first. You owe me that much.

>>13929412

I KNEW. Ask him to define 'uptight,' and if they are particularly threatening. Then. WE GO.

Make certain to ask about the 'Elder Gods' on the way, and for his life history. Perhaps all of his knowledge on the area.
Give him a a desk piece and something to scratch it with to make a map. (Or paper and pen, if it's around.)

>>13929450
And ask what's with the city.

>>13929450
Could also ask for the categories of beings he's heard of, from wizards to demons.

Make sure he responds clearly and concisely like a good boy.

>>13929475
We can most likely surmise that the city's transmogrification has to do with the 'rebirth' process and some magical faggotry therefrom.

>>13926727
>THIS IS NOW SMT QUEST.

>>13929239
>"We're at the End. The Destruction and Rebirth of the world by the Chosen, built on the ashes of the last."

SOUNDS PRETTY FUCKING NOCTURNE TO ME

>>13929412
Do you think we could get any more 'servants', maybe?

>>13929589

"Only in death does duty end."

>>13929450
>>13929475

"What do you mean uptight?" you ask.

"I mean as in they'll fucking kill you if they see you screwing with their shit. Assholes, the lot of them. Think they own the place."

Now on his back, he begins to pick at his teeth with the pointed talons that his fingers end in.

"Are they particularly threatening? I mean, are they going to kill you?"

He snorts.

"Ha. They wish. They got friends in high places places though, so they're a pain in the ass if you piss they off. Their friends..."

Crow frowns, mind going to dark places.

"Yeah, they might win with the killing shit,"

"And what's with the city?"

Rolling his eyes again, the demon sighs. "Are you deaf? I said this place was the End. As in the End of the World, built on the ashes of the last. This rathole of a city is part of whatever the hell is left. All the scavengers are coming in to snap up whatever they can..."

His eyes trace up your form uncomfortably, nearly forcing you to cover yourself protectively.

"...tasty morsels like yourself for example..."

"I'm not for eating!" you snap, forcing it.

His mouth snaps shut with a click, eliciting a surprised look on his face.

"Now show me the area!" you continue, feeling the power in your hands.

"Do I look like a fucking map?" he growls angrily.

"Then scratch one out. and STOP WITH THE SWEARING!"

He twitches, but grabs a desk and begins to carve a map into it.

>>13929412

Ask him what started this whole mess

>>13929614
Is there a way out? What happens next? What was the last?

>>13929614

The time for action is now, memorize the map and have Crow lead you to library

>>13929614

"Who are these friends in high places? What kind of knowledge is stored there? What physical form do they have, humans? Have the displayed unprovoked hostility to other humans?"

"What kind of foods do you eat? Do you need to eat? How does the 'hope' aspect feature in to your nature? What makes *me* 'tasty' in particular?"

>>13929614

"Why are you being so helpful? After all, you can't possibly enjoy being my slave."

>>13929640
>>13929667

"What started all of this?"

Crow shakes his head. "Shi-..."He frowns for a moment. "Shi-... Shi-!... SHI-!!"

There's a moment of silence before he gives you a withering glare. "*Crap* happens, you festering pain in my ass. Just so that the *crap* that happened here was the end of the world. End of bloody story."

>>13929664

"Who are these friends in high places? What kind of knowledge is stored there? What physical form do they have, humans? Have the displayed unprovoked hostility to other humans?"

Groaning as he carves with his finger, he takes a deep breath. "They're fu-... *freaking* angels or some shi-... something. I don't know, the goddamn hierarchy is fu-... stupid here. And yes, they hate everything that doesn't fit into their high and mighty beautiful bloody plan the bas-... ...jerks.

"What kind of foods do you eat? Do you need to eat? How does the 'hope' aspect feature in to your nature? What makes *me* 'tasty' in particular?"

"Always with the questions... I eat energy, yes I need to eat, I get energy from spiritual mediums and physical components, such as souls and meat, the Hope aspect of me is complicated, but it involves growing stronger, and you look tasty because you're a-"

His mouth snaps shut again, and he tries to swear, only to half stutter it again. Becoming enraged, he continually tries to swear, until finally losing his temper and smashing the table.

"...you know what, I'll just lead you there..."

>>13929788

"We really want that map, you know. You can swear again if you like."

>>13929788
Go ahead, please. Tell you what, help me out, and maybe we can come to an agreement.

>>13929728

"Why are you so helpful? you ask hesitantly, as he leads you outside. The air is neither cold nor warm, and ash rains from the sky, like snow underfoot. Although the crunching beneath is slightly disconcerting...

"No, I don't enjoy being a slave to dinn-... "

Crow takes a deep, calming breath, and attempts to continue.

"But I'm forced to. Even this question I'd rather not answer,"

The blue sun glares across the way, slowly beginning to sink over the horizon, the bizarre figures of the surrounding architecture silhouetted against the eerie light.

>>13929640

"Is there a way out? What happens next? What was the last?"

"I DON'T KNOW!" he yells, throwing his arms up. "Shut up! It's like having some sort of idiot retarded kid show up and asking you why the goddamn sun works, or why is water wet, or why are some people dicks!?"

>>13929877

"Yes, that's exactly what it's like. Can I order you to like it? To like kids?"
"You could always try to eat sunlight, too. It IS a renewable source of energy."

>>13929877

"Oh... look, I'm sorry, it's not like I expected any of this to happen. No one exactly handed me a manual on you, this new world, or how I use these fancy new tats I've got... you're my only lead, so you'll have to keep answering my questions for now, OK? I'm sorry...!"

>>13929942

The cuter you are, the tastier you are, GM.

>>13929932

"Can I order you to like it?"

He glares at you again. "No, you cannot freaking order me to like it. You can order me to do or to not do, and that is it."

"You could always try to eat sunlight, too. It IS a renewable source of energy."

"Not around here it isn't."

>>13929942

"Oh... look, I'm sorry, it's not like I expected any of this to happen. No one exactly handed me a manual on you, this new world, or how I use these fancy new tats I've got... you're my only lead, so you'll have to keep answering my questions for now, OK? I'm sorry...!"

Crow sighs once more.

"Yeah, well whatever. Caring too much is tired me out, so can we just do this, get whatever the hell you want, then get the hell out of here before the other bas-... buttheads start showing up?"

The blue sun finally fades beneath the horizon, and suddenly, at the other end, a red one flares suddenly, peaking over the edge.

"We're almost there anyways," he finishes, gesturing to a tower built in some sort of park, looking like it was collapsing midway before being frozen in time. Birds or something are circling it...

>>13930045
What's that? Is it safe? Are they friends of yours?

>>13930045

"Look sonney boy, that light has to be energetic enough to break the receptor chemicals in my eyes, which means it can easily be harvested by a solar panel. And. Presumably. Demons."

>>13930077

Scroll up, it's the tower of Death Angels.

>>13930087

"Look sonney boy, that light has to be energetic enough to break the receptor chemicals in my eyes, which means it can easily be harvested by a solar panel. And. Presumably. Demons."

Crow gives you a sidelong glance that presumably indicates that he thinks you're retarded.

"Why don't you stare a little closer at said sun, huh?"

"That's pretty bad for my-..."

That's when you see it. That's not a star. It's an eye.

>It is now 333am where I'm at, so thread will be ending soon. If it's still active tomorrow when I get home, I'll continue then. However, I will definately be back next Wednesday, and I will have artfaggotry.

>>13930087
Are you sure your eyes work like that? I don't think mine do.

>>13930164

"Right. It's an eye. That's not odd at all. It's still giving off light, though. And light is energy!"

>>13930045
Try to look more closely at the birds. Are they regular birds, paranormal birds, or some shit? Also, keep a weather eye out for more monsters. Dude might be your 'servant' for now, but that doesn't mean he has to mention that creepy crawly thing sneaking up behind you.

>>13930203

Command him to protect us and alert us of all danger to us or himself that he perceives or suspects.

>>13930176

Yes, that is how eyes work. A receptor chemical is broken triggering the corresponding nerve. An enzyme the repairs the chemical; the rate at which this occurs is the frame-rate of your eye.

>>13930164
Look, what do you want? Maybe things'll go better if we both get what we want out of this.

"Right. It's an eye. That's not odd at all. It's still giving off light, though. And light is energy!"

You smile at him cheerily.

"Light from a god. Eating said light makes me someone *else's* bit-... dog."

"So do you act without me needing to ask? I mean, will you come to my aid if I don't ask?"

He nods,squatting down and staring at the tower.

"Yup. Gotta. Bond demands it and all that shi-... jazz."

He still looks fairly pissed off. Surely becoming your slave after uppercutting him to the genitals can't be that bad, can it?

"Look, what do you want? Maybe things'll go better if we both get what we want out of this."

He stops, looking at you warily.

"I want to be part of something. Or sleep all day, I don't care. Sleeping all day is easier."

As for the far off birds, the newly risen sun/eye/whatever the hell it is, is staining the tower a bloody crimson, and making it look ever more imposing than it already is.

"What the hell do you want in there anyways?" Crow asks.

>>13930338
Answers. An overstuffed sofa. Ice cream.

>>13930338

"Well, I'm new here. There seems to be lots of sorcerous occurrences around, too, and you indicated that this place was a repository of arcane knowledge."

Oh look, fetish quests. Good job /tg/, this is why you are the best board by far

>>13930400

You're pretty late. You really needs to get a more brisk start on your trolling.

>>13930415
You really need to stop jerkin it to ballbusting and mind control, but I figure you're not too keen on stopping any time soon are you?

"Well, I'm new here. There seems to be lots of sorcerous occurrences around, too, and you indicated that this place was a repository of arcane knowledge."

Crow shrugs. "Whatever... anyways."

The demon man hefts a fist sized rock, before chucking it at the tower. One of the birds goes down, the rest flocking to it.

"Alright, now help me with that pillar..."

>It is now 4am. I'm going to bed. Hopefully this gets archived or something, or lasts until tomorrow. Goodnight folks, sorry for the poorness of this, it's my first attempt.

>>13930439

Nope! It's futa, femdom, and mind-control though!
/d/ is closer than it's alphabetization may lead one to believe.

>>13930476
Oh! We wanted to talk with them first, before murdering them.

P.S. Sweet dreams!

>>13930489
Mostly femdom; she's good like that.

bump for not dying