>>14542831

So, beyond minor disagreements on agriculture and settlement, what else are our issues?

>>14542844
Nothing.

>>14542844
Well the major issue right now is that everybody's just about ready so sleep, I reckon.

I'm tempted to suggest some good, old-fashioned city planning.

>>14542869

Well, assuming we do a lot of surveying where do we build?

Near a water source, but nowhere that floods. Somewhere near where we can grow food when it comes time.

>>14542873

We also need walls. City walls. The old ones had them.

>>14542874
Are there ruins? We could base our city there, presumably this ancient civilization knew where to build cities.

I think an important question is how many people will take the warning seriously? I mean that twenty four hour notice could and most likely will be unnoticed. So how many of us are crazy enough to actually prepare? Also I'm curious as to what happens planet fall. Are we all in a clearing or scattered about or what?

I assume cities would just naturally arise

>>14542879
It's normal Lenore? Then yes, there's an entire empty city there.

>>14542881
Presumably we know that the warning is real, otherwise this whole thing amounts to three psychos with tinfoil hats and an unhealthy amount of guns being the only ones who survive sitting in an alien forest.

>>14542887
>>14542879

Why do we have a setting with such... advantages?

Aren't there also alien laser rifles around?

>>14542887
Perfect

>>14542881
Perhaps we "just know" the warning is real. It can be ignored, but there's that nagging feeling...

I'm sorry I'm so late to this thread, does anyone need some info, or clarification on any matters while I'm still awake?

Yeah just did a quick head count without going out to my garage:

5 hand saws (probably 3 or 4 more out in the garage)
one axe, +2 Hatchets and 3 machetes (one axe outside plus I think two more hatchets)
one 24ft by 16ft canopy tarp
one 15ft by 15ft
3 blue 12ft by 12ft tarps
one 8ft by 8ft tarp (the rest all have holes in them or are dirty as all fuck)

Didn't bother counting the knives but its at least 15+ in there. Plus I got my Leatherman and a few other multitool type dealys.

Not sure how many boxes of nails I've got as their outside but if the threads up later I might check. Probably at least 300-500 nails out there last time I checked but I did use a lot building crap last summer.

Also have a apple box full of propane camping tanks along with a few lanterns and stoves. And a bunch of hiking backpacks. Got some twine and maybe 100ft or so of rope but some of its kind of in rough shape. I also have extra tents and some fabric laying around so I could bring it for ponchos or wrappings I guess. My sowing kit is a bit peckish at the moment though.

Is there bamboo anywhere near our start area?

>>14543002
We have a mangrove swamp to the south, but I'm not sure if we have bamboo

>>14543020
If we do, it should be a bit simpler to get things going, due to its uses. I'm not expecting anything to be easy, though.

We do because well, Why reinvent the wheel, We're sitting on the remains of a dead culture because the place is vacant. Any weird alien tech is EXTREMELY rare (read a few dozen Worldwide) with some being even more so.


The ongoing idea is that it would seem we are taking the place of the builders as part of some sort of long running petri dish. Actually

>>14542920
even then, wouldn't be easier to brush it off as indigestion or some bullshit?

A 'short grass' these mats of fibrous plants are a common sight out in the foothills of the mountains of the continent. Brilliant purple these mats rarely reach taller than a few feet in height, their curling stalks topped with a cluster of bubble shaped leaves that collect sunlight. During the dry season they will lose their color, becoming tough and fibrous like many species of the planet. Several nesting animals will eagerly use these to weave complex nests during this time. Preparing for the coming rains. When the waters finally do come the main bodies of the plants are often submerged, at this point the mats will release pollen both in the water in the form of semi motile spores and into the air often by accidental pollinators. If pollinated the plants will produce a large buoyant fruit riddled with seeds. The pulp of the fruit is rich with vitamins, minerals and starches. Its texture is not unlike that marshmallow.

An opportunistic family of trees these species have made a career of eking out a life where others cannot. Often tall and pole like these 'trees' have a scaly bark the color of cinnamon, this bark doubles as protective layer and photosynthetic cells. To allow for transpiration these plants have developed a unique form of leaves, long strands of orange 'leaves' if treated with the correct solutions of chemicals they might make useful natural fibers. The internal wood of the tree is not unlike a Terran softwood in that it lacks high amounts of cellulose and might useful in similar areas of construction as they were.

Orange bush.

Found growing in acidic soils are several varieties of bush like plants that seem to be a possible source of thriving industry to those who manage to cultivate them.

These six foot tall tangles of twisting gnarled stems and broad arrow shaped leaves that are a bright scarlet. During the dry season the plant will go through a short brief period of flowering. These green flowers are quickly replaced by hard bitter fruits filled with large amounts of citric acid.

But, if given several weeks to ripen on the vine during the rains these fruits will quickly bloat to baseball sized fruits that are quite delectable and rich in vitamins and citric acid.

The flavor is not unlike a lemon and watermelon.

A leafy vine that creates a symbiotic relationship with objects of tall stature.
The vine itself is simple, and grows on one main stalk in a yellow to orange hue.
Its feelers are furled up and highly sensitive, and they will suddenly extend when touched.
The feelers also excrete an adhesive substance, produced when coiled, to provide an easier grip on the surface it grows upon.
The leaves are shaped very much like a "Hurricane symbol", with only 2 main fans that are angled about 45 degrees upward, as if they have been twisted by hand.
The leaves grow in a strange way, with the stalk in the center of the leaf, allowing the leaves to drop off easily and flutter to the ground.
Seeds are dispersed on to the leaves themselves, triggered by rain.
The motion of the leaf disperses the seeds in a spiral galaxy pattern.
The flowers are a bright pink and have only two large petals encircling the stamen and pistil.
When fertilized, the petals close up entry to the reproductive organs and provide a large, brittle casing for the seeds.
The seed pod is extremely fragile, when rain comes, the pod is broken.
When this happens, the seeds are deposited on the leaves in an easter basket fashion.

Bread Moss

Found growing in and along side shallow rivers streams, and springs this springy moss like plant is a rich purple color. It commonly will grow in high alkaline and calciferous soil making it a good source and indicator of calcium and lime.

The plant mass spreads via spore like seeds much like terran moss and when fully mature will be a brilliant purple that will fluoresce in the dark.

The plant was used orginally by the builders for a myriad of uses, including as a source of food for the lower classes as the dense vegative mats contained a rich source of plant proteins and starches as well as numerous small insects. specially designed scrapers and farms were used to harvest masses of the moss like plants which would then be gently washed and hung to dry before being used for soups and an additive to local bread recipes.

The builders, as we are now refereeing to the alien race that built the city that we currently have made a home for ourselves in. Were..unique. We find that many of their megalithic structures are highly detailed, all surfaces of certain places carved with exacting detail that rivals, if not outright beats cultures such as the Maya and Inca. There is no mortar in their stone work either, each piece had to have been hand cut and fitted. The result being surprisingly water tight.

We've also begun to realize just how incredibly violent a culture they were. More than half the murals accounted for show builders in some sort of combat. Weather these are legends or actual historic accounts remains a mystery. But, as we've worked closer to the center of the city where the tower stands we find that the details have increased and in some sheltered areas, murals have inlaid gems, precious metals and even life size weaponry and armor details made of a local steel recipe.

Another odd thing is the depiction of what would seem to be the large local flying animals, they appear very frequently in the artwork, often overlooking battles and also in things that we can only assume to be celebrations, We've even found small artifacts made to resemble them in small alcoves of several houses..perhaps it was a religious figure?

I guy mentioned in another thread we should become brewers since it's a resource all nations need and we can stay neutral coming to power this way.

Plus the longer /b/ stays drunk and disorganized the faster they become a manageable enemy.

>>14544835
Looking at this bread moss stuff and Dear god. I think we could use it to make some sort of really cheap beer if someone can get hops or another similar plant!

>>14544854

Hell if we grow pot that's the perfect way to take away goals from a future enemy.

>>14544872
True also we have most likely a rather hefty infestation of jitter bug, A foot long insectoid that when cooked has hallucinogenic properties.

>>14544872
If it will grow what are the culture requirements for pot?

>>14544944
Pot will grow in any condition, from Alaskan country side to an oasis in the sahara desert. Although higher quality stuff usual grows in a colder climate.

>>14544958
Good to hear hopefully the soil isn't too off to culture most of the hardy things, anyone bringing stuff like carrots?

hmm Rice might take well, Its a very wet enviorment. Also if there's aqeducts then most likely there's an old irrigation/drainage system running through the city as well

Assuming some general features with the dragon rat, people have assumed the catchan devil is roughly in the same family as the dragon rat. However, there are some notable differences, such as a thicker and shorter neck and tail, thicker midsection and limbs and a beak with a distinct under-bite, designed more for disemboweling and ripping through the armoured plating of its prey rather than eating seeds and arthropods.
With a powerful spine, tough wings and a colour scheme that makes it extremely difficult to properly locate during the day (And especially during the night.) The catachan devil is designed for catching prey by having extremely swift and efficient movement, allowing it to catch up when the subjects prey shows even the slightest hint of exhaustion. One of the more unique features of the catachan devil is the use of the large leaf pools. Each devil has a collection of leaf pools that it calls its home, and during the daytime catachan devils use these pools as places to bask, allowing it to collect heat for the night hunt.
However, during the breeding season the use of multiple pools begins to show its advantages. If a female chooses a male to mate with the female begins to lay one egg in each pool, leaving the male to fertilize them, and raise the young. It is speculated females judge the fitness of a male in the amount of pools they can keep in tip top condition, fitter males being able to maintain more pools without it sacrificing on their ability to hunt. When the young hatch, the carers of the young immediately begin to hunt more frequently, which is often nicknamed "terror season" as the risk of being devoured by an adult catachan greatly increases.

>>14545993
...Welll Im fucked

Ever seen a man get picked up by something hte size of a bus?

I have. We came out of a little settlement way up north near where the forest starts to let out and turns into more open lands. There'd been ten of us.

Well, obviously there isn't anymore. Poor bastards, it came out of nowhere when the rains started. One guy, he's somewhere around here still said that the rains came when the seasons changed and that the aliens saw it as something big. That their gods came from the heavens and collected the dead...

That asshole. I'll punch him for thinking he was that smart. The damn aliens worshipped those things I bet. Gave them sacrifices and everything. When it started storming they came out of the sky screaming hell itself. Grabbed us on the run and then just powered back into the storms like they'd never been there at all.

We couldn't even shoot them, they were too fast, cut us down like a blade of grass in the wind. Just plucked us off the ground, hauled us up and that was that...

God, I can still hear them. They're coming ya know. The winds are changing.

Rain...bloody goddamn rain. Since the season changed its either been windy, or goddamned rain.

Everything's soaked any fires we have are in the ruins, sheltered and so damn thick with smoke and greasy air its hard to stand them. I swear the planets out to kill us.

The 'dragon' as some people are calling it a truly odd animal. The jaw parts are highly mobile, the muscles anchoring massive. The beast must be able to crush damn near anything that get in its mouth. of course, the jaw also it four separate parts...the range of motion is certainly something novel. It could in theory pick something up on the fly with minimal movement simply by which way its mouth opens.

The bones are certainly birdlike, strong and honeycombed even the smaller wing bones are something that could be turned to use for us. The brain is rather, quaint. Small it seems to be almost saurian in nature at least in size. the four eyes lead to a rather large portion of the brain suggesting it hunts dominantly by sight.

Obligate carnivore. Apex predator for sure, the cavity contains several small gas bladders, lift capabilty maybe?

Future studies will have to wait, we need to move the body before the flood waters come

Journal Log: Day 54
Clear skies today, warm sun yet the air has a touch of chill to it. Feels great. Moral is up a bit, between the hilarity of last night's Shadowrun Larp and the weather. The engineering teams decided they are going to start building an outer wall, and I say it's about time. We've had reports of all kinds of shit wandering in from the forests. It'll probably be one of those verticle wood tree trunk walls. One of the explorer teams returned, the one that went north to the mountains. They came back with what we think is Sulfer and what one of them says is Copper. Interesting. Another group is scheduled to go up again with more geology minded people. Now for some bad news. Those green potato things the agriculture people were growing turned out to be nearly worthless nutrition wise. They're looking into new options now. Lastly, word around is that someone was playing with their radio and thought they picked up a weak signal for a few minutes. They're going to look into making a better antenna out of spare parts.

Journal Log: Day 55
That radio thing I mentioned? Well, there was a signal. There's another town out there somewhere broadcasting messages every few hours on some kind of primitive broadcasting system in the AM range. We're all reluctant to make contact with them considering that, from the sounds of it, they're suffering some kind of massive revolt and are killing each other wholesale over supplies. Most of the messages are requesting rescue. I don't think we should get involved, our own survival is more important. We're starting to wonder about other towns out there with other survivors though. We've only explored out a few days away and found nothing. There were those ruins being hunted by the winged whatever it was that we haven't checked out yet. Maybe it's time we grabbed the high power rifles and did so.

Journal Log: Day 56
Two guys wandered out of the woods today. They were in plate mail armor, some kind of replica they had apparently taken with them. It was pretty banged up and covered in scratches, and the people wearing it were in pretty bad shape. According to them, there were originally 10 of them, and when they arrived, they wandered saw the town but wandered deeper into the woods for adventure and got lost. Their numbers were killed off by disease and predators and all their replica stainless steel swords and daggers snapped. They were using sloppily made stone tipped spears when they wandered in. They have this look of the lost, like they're ready for death at any time. It's their own damn fault though, what the hell were they thinking, wandering off on a hostile alien world playing adventurer. Leadership decided to give them a few days rest and then put them to work like everyone else. We can't have lay abouts, traumatized or not, if we expect to survive for any amount of time out here. More important news, someone digging around in the caves found what looks like a 5ft metal box with arms. We're not sure what it is. Again, it's what I consider an oopart, out of place artifact. It doesn't quite mesh with the builder's designs. We moved it to the surface for better examination. Possibly some kind of robot? Science team is on that case. Lastly, one of our self proclaimed chefs has invented BBQ sauce from several of the fruits and plants and is using one of the small stone structures as a slow cooking bbq grill. It may be alien monster meat, but the smell is making my mouth water.

Journal Log: Day 57
I went out with a hunting team today, I'm their designated explorer. Scout, navigator and cartographer. We're going to check out some new hunting grounds to the south east as we don't want to deplete the other spots too much. We're also going to set some simple traps to see what we can catch. We came across these.. six legged things with heavy armor on top like a turtle almost. We took one down with some well placed spears. We're taking it back to town for proper examination. We also thought we saw some kind of small furry thing moving around, but we kept losing sight of it. Maybe one of the traps will pick it up. Another group is heading through this area tomorrow and will check. We also found the half eaten and rotting corpse of one of those adventurers and the rotting remains of a dead yowler next to it. I wonder if we're poisonous to them? We stripped the corpse of anything of value and left it. We got some chainmail, a broken stainless steel sword, a working digital watch and a few carbon fiber arrows. No sign of the bow though. Shame.

bump

Journal Log: Day 58
We had a wicked storm blow through last night and one of those flying dragony things must of swooped down out of the darkness to try and catch someone and got tangled up in some clothes lines. We've got it tied up, still alive down near the edge of town. Some of the science group want to observe it. I'd just want the damn thing dead, and a lot of others agree. The damn thing is too dangerous. A bunch of us are armed to the teeth and keeping watch on it while they do whatever to it. In other news, the second salt team is back early with a full load and two of those box robots they apparently found. They figured out how to manipulate them and put them to some kind of limited use, such as pulling the carts. I'm set to go out with the next team, we're seeing if we can keep using the bots to tow the carts, it would really save a lot of work.

The Yowler, named because of the distinctive call it makes at night. Is something a of a brute as far as fauna is concerned. Taking the very worst parts of a tiger, alligator and dinosaur The beast are large, powerful and VERY active hunters.

however, They do bleed in fact, they bleed a lot. A thick black substance in fact. We've never seen anything like it. It reeks to high heaven like sulfurous compounds, a rotten egg smell that makes our stomachs churn. But, when gutted, We find that inside it has a rather brilliant scarlet blood. Until recently it was a mystery how this was possible. Further study showed that coursing across the body of the yowler is a secondary network of glands, these glands extrude the ichor that often is found in shallow wounds, it acts as a rather potent anti-microbial agent and deterrent to pests.

The cause for such a strange adaptation was a mystery, but, evidence points to a local form of 'snake' that has a similar trait...

I'd also like to say holy shit, I just got done with a six hour shift alone in a gas station. This made my night.

Journal Log: Day 64
I've been so busy I missed the two month anniversary mark. Well, I'm on the salt team and we've arrived at the sea today. We've found where the other two teams had previously set up their camps, in the ruins of some kind of outpost. It's two small buildings, enough for all of us and our stuff. We're going to set up the saltwater boiling pots and filter tomorrow and start then. I have to say, it's kind of nice out. The smell of salt in the air, the white sandy beach, blue water. I'd go swimming but I'm sure there's something horrible in there. I can't trust this place or it'll see me dead. While they're working the salt tomorrow, I'll do some scouting and see what's around, map the area out some. I think I'm finally adapting to the weird day/night cycles.

Fucking monkey..things Fuckers are as big as me and act like a god damned monkey. They keep taking anything we leave out. will throw shit at us when we get to close to trees and generally are making a nuisance of themselves. They are barely edible even. Taste like really bad turkey or some shit, At least they are showing us what might be edible, they like some of the weird mushroomy things growing on the trees and Really dig some sort of green blue gourd that grows on some trees here. found out they are a great fucking source of water...which we really could do without seeing its raining all the god damned time here.

Anyways, onto business, We've found another builder ruin. A smaller one than we normally do. Statues all over the damn place and get this, its sunk into the ground, Got a small pyramid thing as the entrance. The glyphs are covered with local mosses though and we can't make anything out. We've flagged the area though and set up a shelter in the structure until some of the more sciency types can come out here.

Until then, I'm dodging flying crap and shooting me some thrice damned monkey...lizard...bird...things.

Curling and twisting along the remains of ancient wharfs and shorelines is a plant of a mysterious nature. Its long twisting leaves reach out of the water and onto land. Clinging wherever they can reach and grasping at rocks and shoreline objects.

These plants actually reach out from several dozen feet from the shoreline. Below the water line they become thick trunk like stems filled numerous buoyant chambers to maintain its erect posture. The root system manages to anchor itself as well as its leaves catching and holding onto whatever it can.

Seasonally the plants lose some of their tether leaves. These leaves will drift to shore and begin the early stage of its life-cycle. the leaves not free of the main trunk will briefly root into the sandy soil and sprout several heavy seed pods that can be carried out by the strong waters of the tide. These pods will sink to the bottom and should they land in the proper conditions start growing and start the process over again,

Its been noticed that these plants form dense mats of vegetation when there has been little predation upon the seeds and the plants themselves. These plant reefs act as a vital source of nesting ground for several different species.

Physical morphology

The thunderbeast is a massive animal, related to the smaller tortolo and several other terrapenids, this creature has been described more often than not as a land going whale. Its thick trunk like legs support a body that is low to the ground and primarily a mobile stomach. Its head and jaws are are wide and designed to tear apart roughage that is in its way. Inside the mouth are a series of grinding plates used to tear apart fibrous material and undulate it down into the throat and stomachs. Coloration is typically a gray, or russeted color depending on sex. Along the dorsal portion of the animals body are a series of extendable frills, these frills, when raised act as a heat and gas exchanger Allowing the beasts to to gather extra oxygen and also to bleed off heat that such a massive frame generates.
Life cycle

Like tortolo, thunderbeast bear live young. usually only a single pup that weighs roughly half a ton. This smaller creature will follow its parent for several years, feeding on the missed plant materials of its parent. Over this span of time it will put on weight at an impressive pace and by its tenth year of life be nearly the size of its forebear, at this point a thunderbeast will wander away from its progenitor and begin looking for a mate as its eats its way through life. Should one be found males will begin to call out to them making a low, rumbling sound(thus the name thunderbeast) trying to draw its attention. should he be successful the male will mate in a manner similar to its tortolo cousins though, nearly a hundred times more precarious due to their sizes. From here it will leave and over the next three years the female will carry its pup till it is birthed.

Go big or go home...I guess.

I heard it before I saw it. We'd been out in some thick woods, hoping to make it to where we'd seen smoke earlier in the day. Of course, we had no idea how rough it was going to be. Even now, I'm caught in undergrowth.

It was a low sound, like a purr, like a big fucking cat that was all a twitter.

Fuck me, it got joe before we even knew what was happening. A fucking blur and the poor bastards gutted and thrown against a tree. Thats when we saw it, just a brief moment. We sure as fuck didnt stick around when we saw the big bastards head, like a goddamn skull with a pair of red eyes poke out of the bushes.

We kept a steady pace ahead of it for three days. never letting our guard down, I don't think I slept the whole time. By the time I got to here, a little fucking shack some poor bastard built before getting torn to shreds, I lost damn near everyone but Ted. Its out there right now.

Jesus, I think I heard it. I swear, its laughing at us, Gloating its got the little weak things on the run. Playing a game with us till we drop dead.

>>14548607
>>14551295
>>14551598

So, why the hell has no one drawn one of these things? hell the last guy there, hiding in a little shack, wired nearvously with just a pair of red eyes glaring out at him would be cool as fuck I think

We found him at the shore line. The poor man was wearing nothing but tatters and clutching to him some statuette of alien make.

he kept muttering something so, strange. I can't even try to vocalize it. A low whistling sound maybe mixed with croaking here and there.

He said he'd met a builder, had heard it speak and as it left it handed to him the small token to show that it appreciated the fact he had at least attempted to talk to it.

This man is obviously crazy though...the tracks we found in the mud still have yet to be explained

Journal Log: Day 65
Well, technically I'm lost. I wandered off to explore and map the area and I'm not entirely sure where I am now, and it's night. I have a tent set up under some trees, it's not safe to set up anything out in the open with all the crazy flying shit around here and eating some fruit I picked up. The shoreline is in fight, I just have to follow it south and I should reach the salt camp, but I'm not doing this in the dark. I was right about the ocean. I was poking a stick in the water and something big swam by and took the end off and nearly pulled me in. There are also these interesting clinging plants all along the shore. I've got a few samples saved for later examination by the team science guy. I made a note of the night sky while I was out here. There appears to be 2-3 stars that look to be usable for navigation and I'm looking for possible constellations, maybe name one after myself for shits and giggles. I have to say though, I'm here alone and I'm fucking terrified. Keeping my mind on other things is what's keeping me sane enough to write. If I'm still alive in the morning, I'm going to do a quick round and start heading back. The camp probably thinks I'm dead, my arrival should put them at ease.

Running next to no sleep, We found something...

These ruins they, they are not what we thought. They go deep, really deep. so far the maps we've made indicate the riddle damn near everything for a square mile! the problem is, the lower you go the worse it gets when it comes to the water. Its flooded down there and when we have managed to traverse it we find ourselves way off the mark. One guy never even came back when he left to go exploring a nearby section we uncovered.

They surface again too, We've found twelve other sites nearby. All lead down into the tunnels. Honestly I've got no idea what the fuck this all means, hell. I doubt I ever will. any artifacts we've found seem to indicate it wasn't builders here, the place doesn't have any weapons, lots of chains and rusted shackels though...

Is this a prison? Something else? What the fuck did we find?

>this thread.

Damn it I want to run this setting now.

>>14551852
We...Dear god. We're outside the city.

We went down into the tunnels one of the big flying fuckers showed up and it just got worse, the damned monkey birds followed suit and decided we looked tasty. We amscrayed out of there and just ran. I don't know how long, we lost track but when we came back out...We're standing at the edge of the city.

I. I can see the tower that ugly fucking tower all the way from there. hell, there's not even a pyramid here. Its just a broken toothed hole in the ground that we crawled out of...

>first thread
Alright whats this now?

>second thread
so much arguing, the fuck are you on about?

>third thread
GLORIOUS 008 and CO WRITEFAGGIN

For those of you who don't know. Salt duty, sucks. The entirety of the time that you spend out in the field you're trying to guide a god damned robotic thing that barely listens and acts way to much like it was programmed by bay12 at times for you to rest easy.

When you get to the beach, you get to wade out into rather warm waters and pray you don't step on any number of spiny little bugs, get your leg speared by one of those fucking eels and OH don't slip on a rock.

After that you spend the rest of the time gather stuff to burn, watching it burn and if someone was smart, playing games(that parts not to bad). Did I mention its raining almost eighty percent of the time? Because yeah, rain all day erry day.

I swear I'd rather be the guys they send out into the mountains. At least they see something besides giant goddamned bugs and eels that want to stab you with their tongue

Journal Log: Day 66
Made it back to the salt camp. They were glad to see me back and as I thought, expected me dead. Something worth noting, on the way back I thought I saw a boat on the horizon, a small paddle boat or canoe. May of been my imagination or some unknown boat shaped creature. We're having fish for dinner tonight, one of the hunters caught one with some spoiled meat and a rope. One fish was enough to feed us all, it was fucking huge. We cut off a few of it's hard plates off it's body and see if we can do anything with it, it'll stop a knife easy enough. At night, there's some kind of insect or bird maybe making music on the beach, a repetitive almost buzzing almost humming. I figure, as long as it's going, nothing too dangerous is out, as noisy prey tends to vanish when the hungry predators arrive. Unless it is a predator. We'll see I guess.

Well, the local taters we're a bust they're little more than masses of starch. Some guys are looking at them for vodka though...whoo.

On the flip side...moss? no really fucking moss. we've seen a dozen different critters eat the damn stuff. I won't lie, it tastes like shit, has to be cooked to mush but fuck me if it doesn't have iron, b,a, hell even c vitamins.

The only downside being...well you get a jitterbug in there every now and then...Which may explain why I keep seeing the chair get up and walk out of the room only to come back with a loaded basket of easter eggs...

Alright, Its been three goddamned weeks since I've been out last and when I finally decided to pack up and start another ride out to god knows what horrible thing.

They give me loaves of pressed moss. Not just any moss, the sort that ya know, the damn bugs that make you see shit live in.

Is this a joke? I mean seriously who the fuck are the trying to fool. They want me to eat fucking moss!

wait...I'm confused I thought there was things like ya know dinosaurs...not alien dragons?

>>14552366
There's several types of large winged reptiles. At the moment, the character in the journals is calling them dragony things because that's what they look like to him.

>>14552340
Seven days of finangling and about sixty pounds of..moss...god damn it. Someones getting hell for that.

me and my men are ready to go. We've got a line layed out headed out towards where one party stumbled on some sort of tunnel network.

Which, I sure as hell am not touching. Our task as futile as it sounds is to wrangle stragglers up from the clutches of god knows what. Other people included. To this end, I'm carrying ol' bess. My personal Compound bow from back Earth ways. anyone that wants to fuck with us is gonna get a broadhead faster than they can say yowler.


There's twenty of us. Each has a enough food and water for a week. We're to ration the hell out of that and make sure if we can to secure no foods, so guinea pig/crusader/bait? Yep, its a good day to be a motherfucking outrider.

oorah

>>14552464
this can't have a good end from what we've seen so far.

Journal Log: Day 67
Fuck fuck fuck. I got attacked. I was in tall grass looking around with some binoculars when this snake thing jumped up and latched on to my arm, my right arm, the one that only just healed up properly. Fuck. I pried it off, it had some kind of circular mouth almost like a sucker fish but left some black shit all over the wound. I washed it out as fast as I could in sea water, and the bleeding stopped with some medical attention, but my whole arm is numb. Like my sense of touch was turned off in that arm, and the wound is all nasty and black. I'm fucking sick of this place, I want to burn the whole fucking place down. The forests, the grasslands, just to show these fucking animals who not to fucking mess with. Shit. I don't want to die on this hellhole. I'm set up in camp right now and I..

>>14552502
FUCKING HELL.

Now that this has been stated. Subject is suffering from severe bacterial infection. Application of...really? Is that from a fucking yowler? Whatever, shit works. hand it over.

Subject was attacked two hours ago. Limb functional minimal. applying...ichor now. Fucking hell this stinks.

>>14552533
Cleaning of wound was a success we found what appear to be parasites, poor bastard never knew these were there. half inch long, thin as a wire.

burn these.


wound is cleaned. Best I can do. We've rubbed salt, alcohol and..yowler ichor to prevent infection. The last is the best bet we've seen it in prior subjects help fight infection and stem bleeding. But by god someone get this man some perfume.

>>14552502
>>14552533
>>14552570


look, I don't oh hell, is that thing still on? SAVE BATTERIES PEOPLE.

Anyways, we've seen similar injuries, treatment, mixed success possible amputation. Christ..I don't think I can do that. I've only done the basic stuff like stitching wounds...do we have a bonesaw? how about some Vodka? no its not for the patient.

Look, you wanna have to tell the poor fuck we may need to cut his arm off? I sure as fuck don't. In other news, salts almost done, subjects fever is down and the dwarves. People keep calling them that. Are, well, standing around staring at each other.

Dear god someone stopper the fucking ichor already.

Journal Log: Day 69
Well, I'm doing better. I blacked out for awhile. We got some damn good medical guys with us and I'm thankful for that. My arm is feeling better but looks bad and smells worse. They don't think they have to amputate and I sure as hell don't want to lose an arm, but well, time will tell if it can heal or if it'll spread. The salt gathering is done and the carts are filled. We're on our way back. They suggest I ride the cart, but my legs are fine, so I'm walking. I don't want to slow down everyone else with my added weight and I'm the team scout and navigator, I have a job to do, injured or not. The weak and sickly get eaten on this world. If the bots behave and we don't run into any trouble, we should make town by 3 days or so.

Noted for future reference, Yowler ichor a success.

Side note, bring something to counter the damn smell.

Subject is improving we've given him extra rations, spam no less to help improve his health. I've also inspected site of attack. creature looks vaguely lamprey like. shot in half, 12 gauge does wonders

moss..The one thing not likely to kill us all. What the hell is wrong with this planet

Journal Log: Day 71
We're about a day from town. Ran into a long range explorer team today on their way out. Traded some of our spare salted meat because the whoever sent them out only gave them that mold shit. Terrible tasting and a 50% chance of making you trip out from improper filtering of the local hallucinogenic insects. Not the best thing to have when you're out in the wilds. My arm looks like it's improving daily but damn if I can't get rid of the smell. I have to eat away from everyone else to keep them from vomiting up their meals. On the plus side, I think the smell is keeping away the local animals, we haven't seen many if any at all. Anyways, we also ran across a fresh corpse of someone none of us recognized, which means he's been in the wilds alone until now. Looks like an imp inflicted wound. He had a 38 special with no ammo, two sets of prescription eyeglasses, several sets of used clothes, a whole set of Savage Worlds with dice, a fishing tackle box and fisherman waders. No rod though. I suppose he's been surviving off fish all this time until something got him. We gave him a burial since we were setting up camp around here anyways. I wonder how many others are out there? People who just picked the wrong direction to wander or bypassed the town by sheer accident. This could of been me, it could of been any of us.

Well, things turned for the better, some salt boys traded us some meat for the damn moss..bread. Whatever the fuck it is. Though dear god they stunk to hell and back.

Anyways, spotted some signs of people moving too and fro. Heading towards the coast rumor had it people were seeing small boats and the like out there. Could be we can land the town some goddamned naval experts and get a coatal fishing fleet set up.

Till then, all you outriders

oo-fucking-rah and don't eat the damned moss

Journal Log: Day 72
Back in town finally! Dumped the salt off and washed up in the aqueduct runoff. My arm's smelling better. While we were gone, some of the chemistry guys made some gunpowder or equivalent. We can't make a lot yet, but that's something at least. We've been collecting spent casing whenever we shoot something, but the actual bullet is a bit harder to make, what with no metalworking so far. People did bring along molds with them and tools, it's just the ore part. I suppose we can recycle to some degree. In other news, apparently the radio broadcasts from the other town went dead a day or two ago. We think the signals came from west of here, but we don't know how far, we never could set up a triangulation, their signals were too short and random. We're still listening though. I got a sample of the new home brew moonshine/vodka. It's greenish in color and holy shit does it have a kick. hopefully it won't make you blind. Is that an urban legend? I don't actually know. Anyways, I'm joining in an Earthdawn game in a few minutes. Looks fun.

Journal Log: Day 73
It's chilly out again. Kind of nice, but the day's been so weird. During breakfast, some loon came running out screaming that he learned how to read the builder writing in a dream and then spouted some bullshit that sounds like it's right out of a bad jrpg and then proceeded to chase rabbits for a few hours. Hallucinatory rabbits. Clearly he got dosed with some jitterbug. As if this day couldn't get any weirder, one of the explorer teams returned with a fursuit. Looks like a wolf or dog of some kind. They said they found it a day out hanging in a tree with no sign of whoever owned it. What the hell, who brings shit like this? It's being cut up into coats as we speak. Anyways, even with my injury, I signed up for a mountain run. We're looking for more minerals and I'm their navigator and scout again. Someone brought some basic mining tools, so we'll be bringing that. We're getting a new cart with the new mk2 wheels that are at least twice as round as the mk1's! The cart has higher sides then the one the salt teams are using. We only have one bot to pull it though. Another group already cut a path there, so navigation shouldn't be a problem. I'm hoping to climb high enough to get a good elevated view of the land for mapping.

Journal Log: Day 74
One of the hunt teams returned with what appears to be a land whale. They're calling it a Thunderbeast, apparently due to the sounds they heard it making. It looks to be a whole host of resources. If it's all meat, it's food. If it's all blubber, we can make oil or grease. If it's all plates, we can use that too. I have to give it to the hunt team, killing this thing and dragging it here for hours. God damn. Well, I'm set to move out tomorrow for the mountain run. We would of gone today but several of the team were called off to help with something out in the test farm. Lastly, rumors around that one of the girls is pregnant from a night of passion last month. I hope she realizes that there's a good chance she's going to die in a few months. God dammit, this is a fucking tragedy if it goes wrong, we're not ready for children. It's already taking a lot of work and resources keeping just the one baby alive. I don't know what to think. Anyways, I'm going back to the Earthdawn game.

Hey I just want to say that I've been really enjoying these treads in no small part due to your journal entries 008. It's some class A stuff, really. I've been compiling it and some of the other journal type stuff into a word doc as I do I find my self captivated by your struggle. If this sort of thing was a novel I would defiantly purchase it. Kudos.

Journal Log: Day 75
We're on the move, out to check the mountains for anything. We've got 12 guys with us: 3 hunters, me (the navigator), a backup navigator and scout, a self proclaimed geologist, a biologist to check out the plant and animal life, medics and muscle. The other scout looks like he brought two tents. Weird. We have a weeks supplies and should be back before then. Most of it is breadmold, now with extra flavor (they mixed it with thunderbeast fat. Joy.) Also of note, we're wearing the first set of tortolo body armor. It's tough and a bit weird looking, but we'll see if it works. Smells like cinnamon? Our towing bot hasn't misbehaved yet, but that can change at any moment. We keep the thing tied to a tree at night in case it decides to chase invisible butterflies. My arm is still pretty bruised, but it's working as it should. Passed a hunting party earlier tracking more tortolo. The science guys think we can domesticate them. Anyways, I got first watch.

>>14553835
Thanks. These are fun to write, even more so when others are tossing in their own experiences or writing up new animals to or things to run into.

Journal Log: Day 76
We arrived at our destination by nightfall, a shallow cave about 40ft deep, discovered by the last mountain team. It's raining right now, pretty hard but we're on high ground. We set up a dirt and rock breaker at the mouth of the cave to keep runoff from flooding in. Between lightning flashes, I thought I saw one of those winged things out in the sky. We'll have to be careful of that during the day. I recall someone back in town suggesting that the locals worshiped them as they showed up in the stone carvings a lot. Why worship an animal? Well, it's a practice some do back home on Earth. Whatever. Some of the team are poking around the cave for anything interesting buried or left behind. Just a few old animal bones so far. The Tortolo armor, while hard on the outside is soft on the inside. With a bit of work, it makes a great pillow.

Journal Log: Day 77
Had another builder dream. I was in town, alone, and with a builder who was trying to.. I think tell me something about a statue. There was no sound in the dream and I have no idea what the hell to make of it. My creative subconscious running wild. I did some scouting around today, climbed a nearby cliff and took some map notes with the binoculars. I think there's ruins a day's or so travel from here to the west. No sign of activity, not that I could make out much at that distance. Maybe I'll take a long range team out there after this run is completed. Good news, the Geologist thinks he's found some iron and possibly signs of gold? I don't think gold has a lot of use right now, but Iron we could always use.. if anyone knows how to smelt it. the biologist thinks she found a new farmable she's seen some of the smaller animals eating. It's elongated like a carrot or cucumber, all blue. We're going to try some out later tonight. She got some samples and made notes of the conditions. Another discovery! I found a spring leading off into a river. The spring had an inflatable raft floating in it, yellow and blue, probably a three seater? It had a few inches of water and a pump action shotgun sitting in it. No sign of the owner, no sign of other supplies. the gun needs to be cleaned and I don't know if the ammo in it is any good. I'm not the expert on such things. The raft is reflated and both are packed away for now.

http://z7.invisionfree.com/A_whole_new_world/index.php?

I found the board (I think) but I don't know how lively it is.

>>14554297
I Kinda wish that this could garner the support equal to those train threads a while ago, maybe just have a link stickied for a day or two.

Journal Log: Day 78
Good news and Bad news. Bad news first. The other scout, what I thought was a second tent turned out to be a hang glider. The fucker took it up and assembled it up on a high cliff and took a leap of faith with it. He managed to stay up for a good 5 minutes before heavy wing folded the glider in half. He's still alive, but he broke his leg, bruised or broke a rib and took a hit to the head when he spiraled into a tree. He's fucking lucky he's still alive. We've got him all bandaged up and splints. We've all taken turns yelling at him because now he's dead weight and a burden to us all. The glider can probably be repaired, it didn't look like there were any tears in it. We'll see. Now the good news. The mining team hit iron. We've half a cart of it. We'll be pulling out the day after tomorrow, staying a day longer then planned to see if we can't get more. Our hunters brought in some fresh meat, so we have enough food.

>>14554297
Ah hell, I didn't even know about that. From the looks of it, I got the town location all wrong.

>>14554411
??? I couldn't find a map or figure out where any thing is on this site; how do you know you got it wrong?

>>14554297
>>14554551

Still alive, working on lore and rules, school eats up most of our time.

>>14554411
Either way your writing was quite good; and probably close enough. I hope I didn't kill it.

According to the map I saw on site, /tg/ town would be on the mountains, I put it two days away from the mountains and 3-5 days from the ocean and surrounded by forest that had reclaimed the original landscape.

I'll do two more journals and then head off to bed, it's 5:30am here.

>>14554977
Cool. Like I said, I've really enjoyed it; might even try my own hand at it. Right now, I'm off to bed myself though. Hope those links give you more to work with, and maybe I'll see you on the boards.
Happy trails.

Journal Log: Day 79
Well, we got all the iron I think we're going to find this trip. Aside from stupid hang gliding stunts and someones injuries resulting from them, this went pretty well. I scouted around some more and found what I think is a monument of some sort. It's an obelisk about 20ft tall I figure, pyramid shaped. No carvings on it, but the corners look like they're aligned with the 4 compass points and I'm not sure, but I think the tip is aligned with one of the navigation stars. A landmark stone of some sort? Maybe marking a boarder? Navigation stone? No idea, can't predict the whims of alien builders. I marked it on the map and looked around for anything else, did some digging around it's base and found nothing. I also found a boot. The cowboy boot variety. Perhaps belonging to whoever lost the inflatable raft? No sign of a struggle, no blood, no foot. More mysteries abound. Anyways, heading back tomorrow.

Journal Log: Day 80
80 days and still alive! Injured, beaten and possibly infested, but still alive. Also in the best shape I've been in years. We're on our way back now. The bot is having little trouble pulling the cart even though it's got to have at least a ton of materials in it along with a broken idiot of a scout. We've had to help push it up a few inclines, but our route is really well planned. Kudos to the team that originally mapped this out. We're passing through a flat valley that splits between several foothills which would make this trip a lot more difficult. It winds a bit, but it's better then hills. If we don't run into any trouble, we should arrive back tomorrow night. We had a brief run in with a Yowler earlier, but it ran off, looked injured. I think the local wildlife is getting it in it's heads that maybe we're not easy prey. Maybe it's wishful thinking. Discussed with the science guys how we're going to smelt the iron we got. They talked about forge design. I don't think we'll be making a forge any time soon from their descriptions. Kind of sucks but maybe something will come up. We're going to need coal, coke or charcoal and possibly brick. We've seen no coal at all so far and brick is a whole other problem. Charcoal is a tremendous pain in the ass to make in quantity, especially with all the damn rain. The builders obviously had metal making with iron and steel, I wonder what they used. Maybe one of the small unknown structures around town will turn out to be a forge.

And with that I go to bed. If the thread is up tomorrow or a new one is made, I'll continue.

>>14554977
Actually, you're not at all far off. I'm rather impressed with your writing style 008 and the fact you've garnered a lot of details from what we have up.

And yeah right now the Site is a clusterfuck and a half no one really has had much time to do work on it. BUT

http://planet4chan.info/wiki/Main_Page

WE do have a handy dandy wiki

>>14552952

somedays, I hate people. We came across what we had thought was a small camp today. A few younger girls were there and some guys...maybe twenty, twenty-five as well. Us being the blundering jackasses we are simply waltzed in like we owned the place.

Juke got shot in the damned leg for our trouble. Of course, three seconds later the bastard that had done it found himself at the bad end of nineteen different implements of hurt. Calmed him right down Thank fucking god.

We went through through the usual bullshit of introductions saying where we were from, our names, if we liked long walks on the beach while running from yowlers etcetera, etcetera. That when one of the men, a guy named Ben, sort of a creeper. But, hell I really don't care so long as he's able to fight and is on my side. Pointed out the way the girls were bruised from damn near head to toe and acting like they'd seen the devil itself...

When questioned the guys got defensive. Claiming it was none of our damned business and that we(we being me, and nineteen other outriders all of whom were told secure any resources and people that look useful) could fuck off.

My snappy response...No you. My men circled like sharks and we started with the slow explanation that though, you strapping young laddies in great shape the ladies are not. And quite personally if the case is you can't take care of them. you don't need to be with them. WE subdued them pronto and cut the girls loose. I sent Juke and thomas back along the way with them.

Mostly because the two are about as gay as a god damned frilly skirt on a drag queen.

Well...this is..big. The thousand or so pound animal that was dragged in from god knows where was stunted.

You heard me right, stunted. We've deduced this from studying the similar tortolo. Where the vertebrae of a healthy animal are normally fully formed, and also rather rigidly head this animals seems to almost be deformed in several place.

The skull as well shows signs of abnormalities including soft spots, muscle loss. possible malnutrition maybe the culprit but, at the same time. One has to wonder just how big these animals actually do get in their proper habitat.

>>14555813
riders on the storm...

>>14555813
Well, its been almost two weeks now. We've found a few stragglers. They've either been too far gone to be worth saving, so fucking crazy they are trying to find some sort of nirvana. Or in such bad shape I've had to spare my men to take them back. Ben, Roy, and myself are the last of us still out in the field.

We are currently camped out at...something. Its another OOPART as people are calling them. A thing out of place as far as we can tell it looks vaguely like some sort of fortress. Inside we found a cache of standard builder weapons and something that doesn't look like anything found so far. BIg fucking suit of armor is my best guess. Roy, says its some sort or power armor. If thats true then what the hell was going on here?

Either way the things as still as death. I doubt it'd ever move. Besides, we can't use it, Tried crawling in there and it just does not fit me. It was designed either by or for the builders I can say that much without so much as a doubt.

Either way, headed back tomorrow at day break. We'll gather what we can from there to take back with us.

Hey? Roy, did you see where Ben went?

http://planet4chan.info/wiki/Lahtian_Republic

So thats /k/? Daaaaamn

>>14555932
Well, we found Ben. He committed suicide. Hung himself from a nearby rock outcrop...

I cut the poor bastard down and we've built him a cairn for his remains. Poor son of a bitch, I didn't get why he kept handing his food off till now. No notes, no pleas of returning home, figures he'd do something like that. Never like to talk much...

We've collected his gear and made sure it was accounted for. He was a good man and will be missed. Not sure how to break it to the people he knew back in town but...

What's this?

I've found a small a object tucked into Ben's bedroll, a little bit of jewelry...Christ I think its an engagement ring...

>>14556749
Told ya it wouldn't end well...still poor guy. I wonder how high the suicide rates actually would be?

Amongst the OOPARTs few are seen as versatile and useful as the 'dwarves' Though, they are something of a handful...

squat, box like machines they are equipped with two hands, two legs, a square body and a square humanoid head. A pair of optic sensors serve to inform it visually and they move with surprisingly agility for something that looks almost slapped together.

Which brings up an interesting feature. The limbs of the 'dwarves' are in fact, detachable and re attachable. We've seen individuals simply pick up an arm or a leg and click it into the proper socket with a minimum of trouble. This has led to some..interesting variations.

Sadly, they are unreliable and seem to have trouble following instruction. It's been theorized that by speaking 'builder' We may be able to command them more fluently. So far no one has been able to even deduce how that may sound.

It's also been noted that their odd behavior seems to be part of an A.I. construct. they are social when put in groups and seem to interact with each other on levels we cannot see, for example the local dwarf wrangler, a man named Rommel manages the various groups of working bots and has found that they when left to their devices will sit around staring and dancing with each other, inspect things and even make some sort of rudimentary art and as we are now finding out, search out and consume alcohol...speaking of which one of them walked by with what looks to be my personal supply of Vodka, report will continue shortly...

>>14556961
*ehem*
Now that I have retrieved my half drained cache I can continue on with what I was saying. That being the 'dwarves' love of alcohol. Though initially thought to be strictly solar powered the machines seem to be able to more efficiently run off of alcohols, the stronger the better as well it would seem. What wines we have are barely touched while the recently brewed vodkas, a staggering 190 proof concoction draw them like flies to honey. How they are able to tell what is stronger and better suited is not clear but, it has been used to at least prove that a the substance at hand is in fact alcoholic amongst the general populace.

the dwarves may also serve as a Rosetta stone, theories are abound as to how the dwarves decide what they are doing. One of the major ones being that vocal or visual cues will tell them what must be done. And, as such several men and women have begun showing various glyph series to them. Seeing if anything might trigger an instruction and reveal the nature of the system of language the aliens used.

>>14557055
>>14556961
Oh hell

amongst the man oddities found here are what people are calling wizards staves. Long metal affairs with what appear to be dull green objects fitted into a socket at one end. The items so far have done well, nothing. Weather this is because of they are uncharged, simply non functional after a long period of time or simply put something we don't understand remains to be seen.

Many theorize they may have been little more than a fancy stick for a form of priest however given that they are often found near ornate pedestals, in rooms with numerous icons suggesting a religious area.

well now, this is...quite the find. A group of outriders found what appears to be something VERY new. A large suit of...for lack of a better word armor. We've deduced that it was not made by any evident means, the machinery is outside even our practical realm of manufacture back home. Easily over twelve feet tall, its...stocky, the plates that its comprised of are very hard with a secondary layer of a supple but durable material beneath. We believe nestled beneath that is an enclosed system of some form of hydraulic actuators, it would help to explain the size, and the weight.

The 'head' is little more than a raised lump of the material, when examined closely we find that inside are what appears to be optics along the same line as the dwarves as well as other more..arcane apparatuses. The inside is just as much a mystery. long bracing systems seem to be designed to fit over the limbs of the subject, Most likely some sort of control system. located roughly at the machines 'heart' is a small socket not unlike that on the staves we have found...very peculiar.

bump

Test run of armor durability today.

Starting with handgun...

Well that was interesting. Bullet rebounded hazardously into random direction. hit a dwarf.

Rifle...Yes take cover.

interesting rifle rounds stopped dead. Did not hit at odd deflection angle. Noted to try again.

Arrows,

Expected response.

So far anything up to a .306 cartridge does not seem to penetrate the armor.

If we could get this working it may prove valuable in future endeavors into hazardous terrain and dealing with wildlife.

Alright, the thread suvived the night. More writing time.

Journal Log: Day 82
We made it back to town last night, we decided to travel in darkness since we were close enough. Dangerous but we all agreed to it. Turns out that the structure the cooks have been using as the bbq pit may actually be a builder metal forge. I find that terribly amusing for some reason. Some people are going to attempt to make a load of charcoal over the next few days, I wish the best of luck to them. Some long range scouts returned, Outriders they're calling themselves, with some people they picked up. Looked in bad shape and.. something in their eyes looked wrong. They weren't tormented by the wildlife, something else. I tried signing up for another expedition but leadership says I've been running too much and asked that I take some time off before I run myself into the ground, so I've got a week of dicking around town. My arm injury seems to be healed and the coloration is back to normal mostly. Spent most of the day practicing archery and instructing others on the same. These home made reflex bows are pretty neat. As a side note, there seems to be a lot of people with the sniffles.

Journal Log: Day 83
Now I have the sniffles. There's definitely something going around. I probably would of had a more productive day, but I spent most of it chatting it up with a Builder. Not a real one of course, I got jitterbugged from some breadmold and had a hallucinatory one following me around all day making saxophone sounds and juggling glass unicorns. Nothing like bad breadmold to make you feel like a useless piece of shit all day. Anyways, the guys building the outer wall are doing a hell of a job. Completely changes the feel of the place. They're about half done now. They're using a hell of a lot of wood to make it though. Anyways, I'm going to bed early, I'm starting to feel like shit from whatever I caught.

Journal Log: Day 85
Holy shit, I could barely get out of bed. I'm really fucking sick. A lot of others are too from the looks of it. It's hard to concentrate. Flu like symptoms plus.. it's getting harder to see anything as the day goes on. Leadership is having the medics set us all up in one of the large structures, some kind of meeting hall maybe? It's got good air circulation at least. Maybe it was best I stuck around town, it would suck to be in the field feeling like this. Everything aches. A few of the worse off have been struck blind apparently, their eyes all black. Fuck. I'm.. I'm just going to take a nap, so tired.

It's a fungus...

Yes. I realize that its striking people blind. We can fix that. Look, We're doing test runs, Of all things that seems to work, a waxy compound from a local insect seems to be one of the best treatments. I've got a pot boiling right now and have started to mix some of the yowler ichor one of the outriders picked up.

Yes, Its way the hell away from anything important. I've also begun test runs of using several plants from the local area, I've seen similar symptoms in the fauna here and they boogey on over to these like its their business. I've got them cooking down right now extracting essential oils, And also working on a way to make them a spray.

Yes, I realize it stings like hell to get sprayed by the stuff. But what do you want from me? I've used it myself when I first got sick. Sprayed it on the back of my throat, it was worse than drinking vodka from stills. I've got the dwaves belayed from their orders so they can gather the plants we need.

Yes, plants, we'll need about forty pounds of the stuff. And to be sure I sent one of the hunting teams to gather the wax and ichor. the first batch should be ready by tomorrow night. Delay everyone till then. We can't spread it to survivors outside of the town. I'm worried it may have been here the whole time.

Also, are you still up shaowrun tonight? I heard Matt was getting that larping group again.

>>14558951

Look, I told you its not a sure bet. The fuck do you want of me? I've got several samples bottled.

Look, It was that or you drink it straight, besides, alcohol helps as well. good news is the dwarves don't like the stuff.

Oh just shut up and drink it. Yes, I know it smells terrible, tastes the same to.

...

Told ya.

Journal Log: Day 87
I'm blind. I have someone transcribing this for me (Hello diary! lol) I can barely move and thinking takes a lot of concentration. I hate this place, I hate it so much. I could survive anything it threw at me, Yowlers, breadmold, ramorasnakes, imps and those flying dinos, so it sends a fucking plague. They've used up all the penicillin already, not that we had much to begin with. (Yup.) I don't know what to do other then just lie here and keep fighting. I just, I don't want to die, not like this. (Everyone says this.) There's supposedly dead already (a few, circulatory failure or allergic reaction, working on that). May as well give my last will and testament. Of course all my gear goes to central supply, but this journal needs to go to the hunters and scout group..guild? organization? We haven't decided yet.. but there's important notes in here. (There's drawings and shit all over this thing.)

>>14559015
Good news first.

Medicine is a success,

Bad news,
It causes minor hemorrhages in some patients...Yeah. need to fix that.

More good news, started recovery process for four people today. (the ones that did not hemorrhage.)
also, disease seems to only impart temporary blindness. This is useful, we've begun to target more closely now with..christ almighty vodka, xeno-Engracia, xeno-daisies and of course goddamn yowler ichor.

Yes, it hurts as much as it sounds, good news, it clears the infection locally. I can't alleviate all the symptoms yet though, we need something to knock the fungus out...

New theory found several species that had been sick all had a splotchy pattern around their faces. Counter fungus? Bacteria, fungus phyte? fungiphyte?

>>14558951
>>14559015
>>14559120

All I can see is just one very overworked EMT trying to do his best while drinking heavily and dying for a smoke

Journal Log: Day 106
Still alive. They sprayed some shit on and in me a few days ago. I can see again but still feel like shit. Also bedsores and my legs are numb. The fungus or the cure must of caused rod and cone damage because color saturation is all off, things are brighter then they should be. Everything's like fucking Disney world. I have to hand it to the docs. They could of ditched us in the wilds or locked us away to die slowly, but they risked contamination of themselves to keep us comfortable. A few have come down pretty hard with infections. I hear 3/4 the town is now infected at some stage. A few seem to be completely immune. Tried getting up today to find my legs didn't want to work right. I can move them but.. they aren't keeping me up, not without some help. I hated feeling useless back home and this is worse. I'm more then useless like this, I'm yowler food.

We reached town...only to be turned back.

Mind you me and Roy are about dead right now. Been pushing to make it back, and we get fucking turned back because half the town is sick...

God damn it. All I wanted was some fucking vodka

>>14559120
christ, It doesn't end.

Oh shut up and take notes.

Contracted the fungus, preparing to spray myself....

OH HOLY FUCK SHIT, GAH!

I...Ah fuck..spray administered. Jesus christ, get me a shot will you. Reports of sight issues after treatment persists. Most likely side effect of something in the mix. Ah fuck that burns.

Take the goddamn notes, I can't fucking see how do you expect me to do it?

Treatments moving well sujects are noting muscle and motor issues, chalking it up to being in bed for prolonged periods. beginning to feed them a high protein diet and giving them physical therapy. Also making them take a shot of vodka each day, why? so they quit worrying.

Just write what I fucking say.

This writefaggotry seriously needs some drawfags on the job.

Sadly I can't do either very well

* Food commission Notice*

If you have consumed breadmoss in the past twenty four hours and are suffering hallucinations. Please report to the medical team so that they can advise as to what you can do.

Again, if you are feeling any odd effects or seeing things please go to the medical tents.

-THANK YOU.

-The Chefs.

Journal Log: Day 108
Some ass keeps taking my journal and reading it every time I fall asleep and he lost the day 107 page. That fucker. Anyways, more physical therapy today. I can move around on my own for the most part. I'm going to leave this place and head back to my housing tomarrow, as I've been discharged, but am to make a few more visits during the week for check ups. My eyes are still using the "Disney filter", not sure if this is going to be permanent or temporary. Anyways, word on the grapevine is that the radio guys picked up that signal from the west again, but this time they're broadcasting a solid tone? Maybe whoever it is, is using it as a homing beacon, or maybe their equipment is messed up. I'll look into it more.

>>14559250
Side effect of living in as one rather impressive subject has coined it. The Disney Filter.

He was the guy that got attacked and I used the yolwer ichor on when I was on the salt team that one time actually.

Anyways, therapy sessions work well, I beat the case to the punch now, We've refined the recipe to well...Almost perfect. I...damn it why Santa Claus sitting across from me eating waffles?

Has anyone archived this glorious pile of writefaggotry?

>>14559411
Figments aside.

we've lost roughly thirty people... surprisingly. Eve, the child that was born here so far has remained perfectly fine...which bears the question of how. Still, I'm happy to see that baby is doing well.

I've begun converting the meeting hall that we claimed into the Hospital in case of future outbreaks, notched wood walls are acting as partitions and though I never earned my degree I've been given the honorary title of M.D.

Don't look at me like that, we voted.

We've worked on what will hopefully be the starts of an ER, the area's been scrubbed down as best we can, hell, we flash fired it with a fine spray of vodka even to be doubly certain. The life support equipment has been moved in and we've got an electrician tinkering with it to at least see if something might be useful to us. I don't expect miracles but, hey what little bit we can get I'll take.

Journal Log: Day 109
I'm back in my housing. I can't really call it home though. I know I'm going to be stuck here the rest of my life, but I think home will always be back on Earth. Anyways, did some walking and running today to get my muscles back in working order and then assisted some hunter apprentices with map reading skills and how to best wear their tortolo armor. They're starting to let people back in town. Must of sucked for those guys, coming back from however long trip and being forced to camp outside the walls. Spent a good part of the day hanging out in town square while the radio guys were moving their collapsible antenna and doing triangulation math trying to figure out where that signal is coming from, and watched some people play a pathfinder game. Someone stated up an anthro yowler. I don't even know. A salt team is expected to arrive tomorrow so we have that to look forward to. Last bit of news. We got 2 more dwarfs some time while I was sick. No one knows where they came from, they were just in the dwarf pen one day. Those things are just so weird.

Finally made it back into good ol' um...Town? I keep hearing people call it boat murdered which is a little worrisome. Personally sticking to town.

Roy is already headed back out, Turns out he's going to lead them to that place where we found the OOPART. Best of luck to him I doubt I'm going to go back there anytime soon. Things like that place worry me too much. I'm an outrider my job is to scout out for people and locations, not to go back where I buried the dead.

Till then, i'm at the local equivalent of a bar. Tiny flicking place with its own still. Some guy made it out of a pot the builders had and some rubber tubing...Stuff gets ya drunk for sure and I need it after getting shown to the hospital and forced to drink some god aweful stuff that smelled like yowler piss.

Best part is, some guy does a nightly staged act where him and his buddied get on stage and act out a session from one of their past campaigns back Earthside. Tonight they're doing DH where they are infiltrating a genestealer cult that they accidently found on an agriworld.

>>14559792
SOOOOOO LOOONG AND THANKS FER ALL THE FIIIISH!

Eh? Oh sorry, had a few too many I guess. Christ We need some beer. hilariously enough some of the reenactors are making fucking barrels and fire treating them. Guess by the time next year rolls around we'll have the first alien whiskey.

Anyways, show was a hell of a good time. I can see why they get such good business. guess since the last time I left we've adopted the use of tortolo armor, hell I'll wear it. Shit looks pretty damn cool in my opinion. You'd never think it but their skin's not bad for leather either. Its really a lot like a mammals, fatty as hell makes the rain slide right off them.

So yeah, what did you want? You know its almost dawn right?

oh..you..wait. out WEST? Like where that fucking radio signal's coming from?

Journal Log: Day 110
No salt team yet. Must of been held up. I had been given the task, along with 5 others, to go through the housing of the dead, sort their belongings and deliver them to supply central. Mostly what you'd expect, clothing, some personal belongings such as photos and jewelry, art and so on. What got everyone's attention was a simple bag of uneaten peanuts, unsalted, that we found buried under a mound of gear. We didn't think anything of it until we were turning it all in. The supply clerk got all excited and ran off to get some of the agriculture guys. They're going to try and plant them and see what happens. Yeah, I know peanuts have many uses but will they even grow in alien soil? There have been other shenanigans about, someone set one of the shit pits on fire. The whole town..It's pretty bad, the stench I mean. I don't know how it happened, I don't want to know how it happened, good god. Lastly, the radio guys figure that the signal is coming from many weeks travel away. It's probably not in our best interest to go out that far yet. God fucking damnit the smell, my eyes are watering.

>>14559854
I'm not going West damn it. I've heard whats out there. The goddamn trees are so high that you can't see the sky!

you fucking think this is bad? how about when you're fighting yowler in the goddamned dark? Ever seen some of the stuff outriders drag back from there? They are not pretty. I mean christ, Ive seen the men they bring back. The poor bastards are worse than that couple of guys that were chased by the Yowler for a fucking week.

You wanna go west, go fucking west. I ain't traveling into that god forsaken place

Journal Log: Day 112
Well, I'm guessing the shitpit fire offended the heavens from the strength of that storm that blew through yesterday. Cleaned the place out though. I've got a group together, we're going out at sunrise to find out what happened with the salt team, they're several days late now. We've got two scouts (including me), four hunters and a medic. We're bringing a few spare cart wheels in case that's what's been holding them up, and a few doses of the Blackeye cure. And vodka. I got an mp3 player and it's all charged up for those quiet nights. It'll be good to get back on the trail.

Journal Log: Day 114
We found the Salt team, or what's left of them. At first glance, it looks like a yowler attack. We were just going to pack escort the dwarves and salt carts back to town but a few of us felt there was something wrong with this. First of all, all their food was missing. They left with twice the amount of food they needed. Second, one of the hunters was supposed to have some of that replica plate armor they got from those crazy adventurers and it was missing. Upon closer investigation, the claw wounds were in yowler pattern but looked more like tortolo claws. Tortolo don't attack people like this, and not in this number. Worse, most of their ammo was missing along with one rifle, and two of the bodies had what looked like hastily covered up buckshot wounds. No one on the team had a shotgun, they were all rifles and pistols. There's some fuckers out here playing bandit. We gave the bodies proper burials and sent the other scout back to town with the bots and cart. The rest of us, well we're going hunting and we're going to find the fucker that did this and either hang him or burn him at the fucking stake.

Christ...how do I end up doing these sort of jobs.

We found the salt team. Poor sons a bitches. Whoever did this is gonna get there asses flayed by the looks of things.

Wounds indicate that they were shot, and post mortem had wounds inflicted with tortolo claws, most likely pulled from an animal and stitched together to make something that could fool the untrained eye into thinking its a yowler. Except no animal leaves the kill. yowler dont react to human flesh. We found that out through some trial and error.

Whoever the fuck did this is going to get it. We've gone to fucking far to just have some bastards out here making it harder already.

You, give me that fucking gun. I've got some hunting to do.

Journal Log: Day 115+116
Found some tracks and have been following them all day. Looks like they tried covering their footprints, but ended up making even more of a disturbance through the brush doing so. Tracks look like they're going south towards Abby's Point, some ruins of a builder outpost. We set up camp come nightfall because of.. well you know, yowlers and other nocturnal predators. One of the hunters went up a tree and is scoping out for any signs of campfires or flashlights in the dark. Right about when I was falling asleep, someone tripped up on one of our yowler traps behind the Lex, who was on watch. We fired some shots but they got away, but they were injured, dripping blood. We broke camp immediately, fuck the nocturnals, we have a blood trail to follow. I wish we had a hunting dog. The trail took us past Abby's Point and turned east again, back towards the sea. I think they're using landmarks as waypoints? We stopped for a quick meal, it's daylight now. One of the hunters slipped ahead, wants to try and get ahead of them while we drive the bandit into their gun sights. Godspeed.

Well, great. I've been relegated to making sure the outer limits of the city are safe to expand into.

Christ this place is a wreck even after we moved in a lot of its an utter mess. most the places are just stone ruins but...hello there.

There's something underneath this tile, here help me move it.

*scraping*

Oh holy...How the fuck did we miss this? Is this a goddamn tunnel system? I looks flooded by fuck. No wonder the water level keeps down. hell it explains why the poor guys in the forest showed back up even...

What hte FUck?

Is that a tentacle?

>>14560527
Didn't 008 write about a flood in the town?
I think we got conflicting canon...

>>14560576
There was an inner city tunnel system we knew about that was mostly flooded, but the street level also tended to flood due to a lack of storm drains and the severity of the storms.

>>14560593
Exactly, actual canon from when they were first building the city, states that beneath the city is a complex of tunnels as well as a mine somewhere nearby thats also flooded

Journal Log: Day 118
We found their camp, about 5 guys with a variety of guns, rifles and knives. Our hunter met back up with us and we've been observing them from a blind. They've got a windowless cabin set up with a shooting deck on the roof. There's always one person up there with a rifle. We've got some ideas of how to deal with them. Maybe block up their door and set the place on fire. Or drag it out over the course of a few days, getting them one or two at a time, those are some of the more tame suggestions. If they only held up the salt team and robbed them, maybe we'd consider taking them to town, but they killed all of them and then tried covering it up, made it look like an animal attack so we wouldn't think to come after them, which means they planed on doing it again. There's no place left in our society for them now.

Well...that was a thrill a minute.

The tentacle belonged to some sort of shellfish. Damn near five feet in diameter. four legs legs and one goofy fucking face.

Shell was hard as a rock though and it took us jamming a spear into the mouth when it tried grabbing my hand...

It only stopped flailing around after a little while, kept trying to grab my wrist watch...EIther way we hauled the thing out and dragged it back for the science guys to study. They were giddy as a kid on a crack.

Journal Log: Day 119
We struck at night. I took down the shooting deck sentry with an arrow through the lungs. He fell off, made some noise but didn't attract any attention. We set up some yowler traps around their front door and waited. Two hours later, someone came up top looking for the guy and called out. Two more went out the front door looking for him. They fell into the yowler traps and.. well they do nasty things to human flesh. the guy on the roof and the two trapped were put down by rifle shots. The last guy came out with hands up and screaming surrender. We tied him up and went about checking out their camp. The cabin was cozy if small, well built. We bagged all the equipment. The survivor.. none of us could shoot him in cold blood, so we stripped him nude and set him off in the wilds with a blindfold and his arms tied. Let nature decide what to do with him. Our haul consisted of 6 pistols, 3 rifles, an actual katana, some knives, our missing plate armor, handcuffs, the salt team's stolen food, some sparse medical supplies, a few books, two sets of BDU's, firecrackers, a can of pepperspray and box of Monopoly (yes, the board game.) We're dragging it back to town. We're in mostly uncharted territory but I know how to get us back on the map, that's what I'm here for. I took a moment to look back at what I've been through, combined with what we did.. What has this place turned me in to? I have no guilt over killing people now, even if they were bandit murderers. Even that guy guy from the first week. I didn't even bat an eye or even consider not killing these guys when it was time. My conscious didn't even try to hold me back from shooting. This world is full of vicious predators and it's turning me into one too. Even if I could to home, I don't think I could live a normal life anymore. I'm a monster.

Journal Log: Day 122
I haven't felt like writing the last few days. We're still on the trail and back in known territory now. Known doesn't mean safe though. One of the hunters got jumped by a Yowler and it ended in an awkward situation. The Yowler tried taking his arm off and got it's teeth stuck his the tortolo armor and.. well.. if the hunter moved, the Yowler would take another bite, if the Yowler pulled back, it'd get shot, so they wrestled around a bit. It ended when the hunter jammed his arm down the Yowler's throat and I guess he suffocated it. The hunter's pretty scratched up but nothing serious. Not much else worth mentioning. We'll be back in town tomorrow and explain what happened.

Journal Log: Day 123
Back in town. Gave our report. We're all off duty for a week or so. Spent some time stiching my clothes up. I brought several pairs with me, but they're starting to wear thin and get rips and tears, stains that can''t be washed out and so on. I'm doing the best I can with them but I really suck at sewing. What happens when I can't repair this anymore? We don't have wool producing animals. Maybe someone will come up with some kind of thread by then, otherwise we'll all be naked or in tortolo armor all day. Not a pretty sight. In other news, we have charcoal finally, and someones already started smelting all the iron into ingots. They're already getting requests from nails to hinges to screws. How the hell do you make screws? Injection molding? Anyways, asked about the whole peanut experiment, but they're all hush hush about it. I figure either they don't want to announce failure, or it's a success and are afraid of people stealing their crop for snacks. I'd really love some peanut butter though.

Well...I'll be damned.

The crops we layed down have taken off effectively like rockets. The peanuts we're getting aren't just doing well the damn things are as long as my index finger. Not the whole pod. The god damned nuts.

The 'taters are about the same way we dug one up the size of a goddamned football yesterday. I've never seen anything like it. ITs like theres god damned steroids in the soil.

Something in the soil, has to be a microbe is helping the plants grow, some new symbiosis or something and God damned if I don't make use of lifes little miracles thank you very much

Crop yields, The fuck?

Yeah, yeah Im looking at the numbers. the Earth stuff is really really really high...what the hell did they do?

Alright so what sort of world are we looking at here. It would seem Black eye is now a canon issue that arose in /tg/ maybe elsewhere but was at least beaten back by the un-named EMT.

What other terrible things could this world have in store for us? I mean its wet year round basically so fungus have to be in heaven

>>14563721
Christ that has to be terrifying. Walking through the woods just find basically dead bodies, their bodies twisted this way and that and all black eyes staring into space. all the while things like mushrooms growing from their remains

Journal Log: Day 124
Today while I was in the "Hunter and Exploration HQ", someone came in and started handing out position badges for our tortolo armor that they apparently made in their spare time. I'm a bit weirded out why someone felt the need to do this without being told to. It's made of some kind of resin and looks to be painted with model paints. Explorers/navigators/cartographers got ones that say Scout with a picture of binoculars and a compass. Hunters got ones that say Ranger with pictures of guns and I think that's supposed to be a Yowler. Leadership thought it was funny. I think they're going to make it official for the hell of it. I preferred the informality and besides, some of us do both depending on what's needed. Anyways, some people put together some kind of hand pump system and plan on draining out one of the lower tunnels in the outer town edge and see where it goes. Well good luck with that. Speaking of inventiveness, one of the electrical engineers is trying to build a HAM radio. Neat.

Journal Log: Day 125
I had another builder dream. This time a builder was speaking to me in the voice of Morgan Freeman and was very insistent that I renewed my car insurgence. I don't even know. Anyways, a scout group returned from those ruins that were being haunted by the winged dino/dragon/nightmare. They managed to take it out after drawing it down with some bait, cleverly placed rope and high powered rifles. They then explored the ruins some, found gear left behind by the people that escaped that place and checked out what was described as an orchard. From the official description, the trees are placed in even lines, but aren't the fruit bearing kind, or even the good wood working kind. Maybe it was some kind of garden or reforestation project? They found more tunnels and another dwarf bot, not much else. We might start using that area as a base camp for further exploration in that direction, give some of the Outriders a place to relax and get properly fed at. Once my week vacation is up, I'm going to take a crew north west to see about those other town ruins I saw during the mining expedition.

Journal Log: Day 127
God damn it was cold last night. Certainly not enough to freeze water, but cold enough. It's a bit chilly today, but not bad. I guess we have a cold front? I hope it doesn't get much worse. Anyways, someone has used some of the metalworking and clay pots and fruits to make some kind of Baghdad battery. It's basically a primitive voltaic cell. He said it's supposed to supplement the waterwheel generator we have. His next project is a big windmill generator that can withstand the crazy weather. Well good luck with that, if he pulls it off it'll be damn amazing. The wind here is always blowing hard. In other news, I'm set for my expedition, we're leading tomorrow. I've got 2 other scouts, 2 hunte..rangers, a medic and a few science guys that thought it might be interesting. Maybe we'll find an oopart. We are taking typical medium range gear and supplies with us, more or less a light load. We had a few more breakouts of Blackeye. Luckily our MD had enough cure left to treat them. I'm still having the Disney Filter issue. I'm used to it now though. Anyways, spending my last night in town on a Shadowrun one shot. I'm playing a gunbunny.

Journal Log: Day 128
We're on the road again. We're going to rendezvous with a prospecting team at a mining spot and the continue on west from there for about a day or so. Managed to get some new shoes from the supply center, left behind by a casualty. I didn't ask what kind, I don't really want to know. They're better then my old sneakers for this kind of travel. I also requisitioned a charged mp3 player. They have a central music database off one of the small netbooks they can keep charged off the waterwheel system. We all picked some from the list and it looks like the theme for this trip is.. Totally 80's. I'm okay with that. Of course we're not going to use it while traveling, just when set up in camp while someone else is keeping watch, like right now. Gotta stay aware. Our meals are packaged salted tortolo meat and the new and doubly improved breadmold, this time it's slow cooked and mixed with some other local ingredients. It's still flavorless bullshit so I don't see the point. At least the meat is good.

Journal Log: Day 129
Met up with the Prospecting crew. They say they found a mine to the east that may have copper or tin. Good luck to them. We stayed a few hours and then headed on our way since we're making such good time. We should see that new ruin in a day or so. One of our scientists mentioned that our data storage back in town won't last forever and we're lucky it's lasted as long as it has in the damp environment. He was suggesting we make a bunch of paper and write down all the lyrics and get a musician to do the notation. Sounds interesting I suppose. On the other hand, as much as I hate to lose any form of knowledge, do we really want our descendents to find the lyrics of Hollaback Girl?

Journal Log: Day 130
Fucking shit. In the early morning we walked right into a family of imps. We ended up in some pitched running battle with them. One of our science guys twisted his ankle pretty bad on a root and took a good beating before we finally chased them off. He can walk, but only with some help. Lots of bruises and small cuts. The medic put some yowler slime on some of the wounds and now he smells. I don't think he could be any more miserable. I'm pretty sure I'm to blame for this, I was leading them, but I didn't even see any of the little fuckers until we were right on top of them. Fuck. This has definitely slowed us down. I'm giving up mp3 rights for the next few days to make up for it and I'm being extra fucking careful while leading. Can't ever let my guard down out here. Ever.

Bamp

Journal Log: Day 133
We made it to the ruins around midday and set up camp in one of the remaining standing structures. Seems stable enough. Found parts of a corpse, looks like something ate him. I don't recognize the types of injuries. Looks like bite marks but without the typical yowler claws. Odd thing, the corpse was nude, no gear. Makes me think he was part of a group that left. We gave the corpse a shallow grave burial to get it out of our way for now. The hunters are poking around for anything that could of made those wounds, but no sign yet. I scaled up the side of one of the still standing monoliths to get a good look around. I left a rope tied to it for later; I'm going to scale up it at night and look for camp fires or flashlights in the distance. One of the scientists found a square hole in the ground they think held a dwarf. It's about the right size for one. We found other signs of brief habitation, a campfire circle, some prepackaged food, broken glass and a few wrappers for hershey kisses. God I miss chocolate. Took the wrappers, I'm sure someone has a use for foil. If I didn't know any better, I'd say another scout team hit this place but no sign of our typical markers plus it's not on the map. There's another group around, might be all dead by now. Tomorrow were' going to check the cave system. We're pretty sure all the towns have a cave system under them, just have to find the cover stone. If we're really lucky, it won't be flooded. If we're unlucky, it'll be full of Catachan devils.

Night 133 Update: Climbed up the monolith to look for light, found none but soon as I got on the ground, I turned around and came face to face with what looked like a fucking wolf in the dark. I put my light in it's face and it made a noise and took off. That was no fucking wolf, it's got forward grabber arms of some kind and covered in feathery stuff. Big jaw. I bet that's what killed that guy. I alerted the camp and we're putting out extra traps.

Alright, time to crash. Until tomorrow.

Its..not an orchard like we would understand it.

It is however a farm, the particular crop this place caters too is not what you would think either.

Listen, just be very quiet and listen for a few second and you can hear them in the background.

O you hear it? That very low buzzing sound? Its what they were growing here. Its an apiary which means somewhere around here there is a hive. The builders must have set the place up to draw in bees so they could harvest things like the insects and the honey mass they created.

I didn't realize it till last night actually, I saw sitting outside on watch when I saw one of the little mammal looking aliens crawl into a tree and then run as fast as it could away, an angry cloud chattering after him. When I inspected the hollow I found that sitting inside was a mass of that gooey, waxy stuff we've seen in other cavities along with a few bugs.

Its rather brilliant really

Ever run into builder worshipers? People are freaking nuts. I mean we've got a couple here and there in Town but, they ain't like the ones out in the woods, hiding in the ruins.

Most of them are harmless. Babbling lunatics that make funny noises that they claim are the language of the builders. But some...are a tad more feisty. They dress up in armor and grab the nearest weapon and will fight you to their damn death. Claiming its the only way to prove they are truly worthy to walk amongst the aliens...

God...they are terrible, frothing at the mouth savages that drink blood and will kill you in a heartbeat. By now, I'm fairly certain there all thats left as far as survivors go.

>>14567916
Worse yet is the few scattered groups of them. They rarely work well together but when they do...good god its terrible. They are fucking savages. Quick give me that bottle.

Anyways, Back to what I was trying to tell you. I've seen some out near the mountains, they take people, invalids mostly. Injured in some form or another and well...you ever seen Jurassic Park? Not the shitty third one. The first one.

Yeah, the books better. Shut up and listen. You know that scene where they put the goat out to lure the T-Rex out? Got that image good and lodged into your brain?

Yeah, they take captives and this time the T-rex has wings...I found one of them hosting their 'Ritua' it looked like something out of a fucking forty-kay novel. They dragged the poor bastard out to a ritual area, carved his face up and left him there a bloody mewling mess as the damn thing dropped out of the sky and had itself a nice little snack.

All the while they were sitting there whistling and cackling and 'praying' or some crazy bullshit.

>>14567986

JUST SAYIN' We adopt a policy of routing out and killing fucks like this? Not the guy telling the story I mean cultists that are willing to carve people up and use them as bait for god knows what.

this...Wait wait wait...

>(Sun)05:43


>(Tue)10:08


MFW

>>14568088
ALL HAIL KOGNUSUAN! THE GLORIOUS NATION OF FREE STATES

Test firing the crossbow.

*TWANG*

test fire...mixed success. materials did not hold we did fire the bolt though. hmm...need to fix that On the plus side. Re curve bow production is moving along smoothly. Arrows have been churned out well and at the rate we're going we'll have a enough bows to arm most of the hunting parties as well as enough arrows with good fletching.

>>14568150
I've gotta say the dwarves are making life far easier. they can't really do much in the way of carving but hand one an axe(and stand way the fuck back) and tell it to take down a tree over yonder. Fucking things will knock it down, limb it and drag it to where you want. I swear the things are almost idiot proof.

I've also started looking into using the Yowler bits we have from kills. Most of these bones are..well hard as fuck as anyone can tell you. The skull itself is quite useful and talk of turning them into either a shield or breaking them up for things like pauldrons has been mentioned. The teeth are very nice however and currently any man thats killed one has his own personal 'yowler' knife as a commemoration token.

>>14568180
Also, spears made of 'dragon' bone have become something of a hot ticket. I traded some off to a couple of the actors around here for a couple bottle of old world scotch. They said they needed them for their shows, which I'm happy to oblige as well, fuck. They aren't even that sturdy, I mean I'd never use one in a fight for sure.

So, /tg/ has an active theater community that acts out A groups actions...while they play?

Why the hell has no one done this?

Well, as strange as it may sound, people have begun to name, and decorate the dwarves...They don't seem to mind this. In fact several seem to be enjoying this fact, responding actively to only their names...

Speaking of which here comes Urist. Some people have dressed it up in of all things a very rudimentary hat stitched from tortolo leather. with dangling spiky bits of bone. they claim that it makes him(how they decided it was a he) more menacing....

damn it! fricking urist just walked off with my beer bottle for a vodka...damn robot

Journal Log: Day 134
Rough night, we kept hearing that wolf thing moving up to camp and then scampering off every time we shined our lights around. No sign of it come daylight. The hunt..rangers spent most of the day off looking for it. Now for something incredibly creepy. Our medic wandered out of nowhere during our first meal break. He said he bumped into a fucking Builder and tried holding a conversation with it. It gave him something, patted him on the head and then left. He then keeled over, fainted. We all figured he got some bad breadmold except I've heard of this happening elsewhere already and that he was holding a small 3x4 inch stone carving of the whole expedition party. We all armed up and went looking for it. Found some odd tracks that led towards the woods but stopped a few yards from the edge. Dug around looking for a trap door or anything, tried calling out into the woods. Nothing. Fuck. Anyways, these ruins have been picked clean. We found underground access and it was all collapsed. We're going to head back tomorrow taking a direct route to town which should cut through some unknown territory. If I did my calculations right, we'll pass through the so called "Nightmare woods" during the day and reach the safer foothills by nightfall. No sign of that fucking wolf thing tonight, I guess the Rangers chased it off.

I'm surprised the science team hasn't tried murdering one of the dwarves in order to see what makes them tick. If more keep showing up mysteriously, hey, why not sacrifice one? I mean, they're not sapient, right?

...Right?

Maybe us fa/tg/uys are just genre savvy enough to realize they probably -are- sapient, and it's best if we stay on friendly terms with them.

>>14569336
Either that or no one wants to mess with unknown alien technology that may start spewing out deadly radiation or explode once it's cover plate was removed.

>>14569336
more than likely that and well, they are really fricking weird at times. hell, from what we've seen they just take shit, throw parties, and drink a town dry.

Also goddamn scale wolves, wolfing all my scales

>>14568946
At this rate people'll be making beards for the damn things. which...would be amusing.

Anyways, we do know that they can remove and re attach their legs and arms, I wonder if we could pop one off and study that part at least?

The 'nightmare woods' Are a unique area. The immense old growth trees have reached multiple stories into the air. their canopies incredibly dense, crowding out competition on the floor of the forest. The end result being that a vast stretch of the land near us is in fact relatively clear, and perpetually ensconced in either twilight or darkness.

Thus, the ground cover is a mixture of parasitic plants, fungi, slime molds and numerous other semi-plants. As you go higher light filters down more readily and creates an area where more 'typical' plants grow upon their massive branches creating a sort of aerial forest. it is here that many strange and currently undocumented animals live...

Journal Log: Day 135
Didn't quite make it to the foothills, but we're on the edge of the woods. Matt's twisted ankle isn't slowing him down anymore, but he's still got a slight limp. So anyways, right as we were about to light up our campfire, we saw light in the woods from another fire. I went all stealth recon over there to check it out. There's a group of 3 people, 2 men, 1 woman set up around one of those power armor things, just like the one one of the Outrider teams brought in. I heard that the local wildlife tended to avoid them, and that seemed to be the case with this one too. I'm leaving most of my gear at camp and am going to try and make contact. The others are going to give me cover. With any luck I won't get shot.

>>14569515
It should be noted that bio-luminescence is highly common on the forest floor, large for lack of a better word, amphibians, live and thrive in the dark, wet areas. Large beasts, that thrive on the fungal growth roam about, making eerie ghosts that lumber through the strange darkness.

Even the fungi glows. Several dozen varieties have been found to have a high candle output and cultivation is being attempted in tunnelways as we speak.

>>14569553
Like the rather youthful wood lands, The great forest has its share of dangers, the fungal spores have been found to be deadly to some an its believed that it was within this strange landscape that first case of 'blackeye' was contracted. outside of this diseases such as a fungal growth that causes the subjects lungs to fill with highly active spore producing mold, A slime mold that quite simply covers the subject resulting in suffocation, and eventually the subject is eaten away by the mild acids that it secretes.

alongside these rather mundane dangers are the 'devils' large salamander like creatures that live in the upper portions of the trees, diving from their great heights and tackling prey with enough force to simply plow them to the ground where they feast. Parasitic insects which will burrow into the subject and begin to secrete paralytics that make the target incapacitated as it eats its way into the chest cavity where it will grow to the size of a football, feasting on the organs and then bursting forth as something not unlike a butterfly.

>>14569606
Beyond these there are rumors of..something in the woods. Many people that have entered have explained that they continually hear a low sonorous cry that is not on record with any animal, often followed by something with glowing markings moving bipedal in the darkness, standing taller than a man...

Many claim these are wild builder or some relative to them, the presence of small carved figurines does not help matters either. Of course numerous people simply remark that it is little more than some people playing rather complicated pranks or trying to drive off outsiders.

Journal Log: Day 136
Yeah, I got my ass captured at gunpoint. Got a closer look at the mech. They have it covered in wood and crap, looks like a clumsy attempt at making it look like a 40K dread? My captives, 2 men, 1 woman look pretty rough and wearing clothes that don't quite fit them, they're all filthy as hell. Introduced myself, told them where I was from and that I could take them to some kind of civilization. They wanted no part of it, didn't want to leave their god. They were worshiping the damn mech. It never powers up, never moves, just sits there and apparently that was enough to convince these idiots it was a god. After I had given my introduction, they pretty much gave theirs in the form of an ultimatum. Join them in worship or be sacrificed. Also I apparently wasn't the first person to wander into their camp. My Ranger team popped through at that point. We have standing orders about this kind of thing, straight from leadership. Typically it's the Outriders that come across them, but any sacrifice happy group of savages has a kill on sight order on them. The rangers put them down before they could pull out their weapons. My tortolo armor kept me from being gutted as the last one tried taking someone out with his dieing breath. We cleaned the place up and moved camp in, stripped the corpses and moved them well away from camp, let the yowlers get fat off those instead of stalking us.

>>14569640
It is believed that within this forest is another builder city, one possibly more massive than that which we call home. Studies of bas reliefs that we believe to be maps of the area show what appears to be a town or city located within the 'nightmare forest' But, attempts have been stifled by the presence of such adverse conditions.

Even attempts to reach it through the tunnel networks have failed roots have breached the stone of the passageways creating hundreds of meters of thick nigh impossible to penetrate barriers. which is very surprising.

The recovery of OOPARTs, my particular groups specialty has led us to believe that we may never find the City itself given the nature of the distribution. It maybe that the city has been forever consumed, destroyed by the movement of time.

>>14569515
>>14569553
>>14569606
>>14569640
>>14569755


....FFFFFUUUUCCCKK THAT PLACE MANG.

Journal Log, Day 137
The corpses we tossed out last night are gone already. No bones, just dragged off somewhere. We picked through their belongings, got two pistols, a few lighters, some knives including one of those big Rambo knives with the "survival kit" in the handle, ruined clothing, a hand crank radio and a builder statue about 3 inches tall of the mech. Climbed all over the mech trying to figure out how to get it to run. The science guys wouldn't let me near the one the Outriders brought in. Couldn't get it to move, the inner cavity is not made for a human. After an hour we packed up and left. We had a rather clear cut walk back across the foothills, we'll arrive in town tonight. Just entered mapped land, nothing unusual to report.

The armor that was dragged to here from near the coastline has yet to move, BUT studying it reveals several major clues to its nature. No weapon mounts, no internal weapons either. But, The internal harnesses are surprisingly adjustable, we've managed to make them fit more easily to a human frame though...only those of a rather tall frame.

The power supply remains a mystery though recently someone broke a stave while trying to drive a night thief from his room. the stave did not break so much as come apart. It would appear it is a two piece set, the greenish...rock is in fact able to fit into the socket of the Armor..which is very interesting.

Journal Log, day 138
We arrived back in town with first light, we all agreed to travel the night since we were in known territory and near town. First thing of notice, those engineer guys built a windfarm across the top of the largest buildings and monolith. Looks mostly wood and bone, but they were spinning pretty fast when we came in. Informed HQ about the mech on the edge of the Nightmare woods, I think they're sending a team out to bring it back. Updated maps, informed them about some new animal out there. Apparently there were other reports of seeing something similar farther south too, but with colorful tail plumage. We're calling them Scale Wolves for now and are to just keep out of their way if we can. Some sad news around town, the posterboy for exercise died of a heart attack while we were out. He was one of those 400lbs porkbeasts that decided to do his part and got in a strict exercise regimen with some help. Last I hear, he was doing great, lost quite a lot of weight but I guess his heart couldn't take it. His death scared some of the other terminal fatties and some of the self proclaimed psychs are trying to convince them to keep going. It's kind of sad. Anyways, with the new power system with the windfarm, I finally could get my smartphone charged up, and while I can't call anyone of course, I could play a few games and have my own dedicated mp3 player instead of borrowing one from central supply. Fuck yeah KidneyThieves.

-to those of you who are attending Michael Andrew's funeral tonight. Please refrain from bringing any animals, torches, alcohol or dwarves.

- thank you.

management

Christ, ever dragged an armor? I was happy as hell they loaned me Gimly and Urist for this fucking job.

Even then it took me a fucking day and a half of steering the things around, dragging off the god damned wood, bones from god knows what and scraping the paint off. Damn science guys like their armors all shined up.

From there I had to lash paracord to the dwarves, hop on the fucking armor and yell orders while keeping my balance upon the goddamned thing.

Fucking science boys. they better give me a goddamned bottle for this one

>>14570092
>Gimly
>Urist..

>OHYOU.jpeg

OOPART retrieval is something of a must. Given the potential nature of most of these to be turned towards devious means its been our goal to secure them and maintain a control over them.

The dwarves are a good example, though no one has figured it out yet and hopefully never will. Its far too easy to theoretically weaponize them or possibly remove the 'quirk's each seems to bear with them. An even more obvious example is the armors. We have found a way to adjust their harness systems. Should one be able to activate them and pilot them...well...the results could be dire.

Journal Log: Day 139
It's kind of sombre out. Put on some music and walked around town toady. Stopped by the graveyard. We've got a limited population here. I figure we've got everyone out of the wilds that we're going to find, our numbers aren't going to go up anymore, just down as we're slowly picked off one by one by this hellhole. The only future we've got is one pregnant woman and a baby who's mother died in birth. The future is not bright, not at the moment. Odd thing, our descendents are never going to know what Earth was like. It's just going to be some myth or fairy tale to them, a magical world of smog and technology where you could wander into the woods unarmed and have a good chance of wandering back out unharmed. The builders were a warrior culture, we're going to have to become the same to survive here. It's a niche that human nature will have no trouble sliding into. On to something less miserable, the agriculture guys in conjuction with our wonderful chefs have produced peanut butter. The color is off but damn it tastes good. I guess the plants took to the soil.

Journal Log, Day 140
Did an impromptu trip today with a group up the south Aqueduct to scrub the damn thing out again. It's not a long trip, up and back in a day. Found the damnedest thing while out there. While the boys were giving section 43 a good scrub down, something shiny on the ground caught my eye. I climbed down to check it out and what did I find. A chrome hubcap with a Mazda logo across the corner. I was dumbstruck by this. Cars were too big to take through, so this means someone only took the hubcaps? Why would anyone do that? Looked around but couldn't find anything else or any tracks. The muck on the thing means it's been here for a few days. Cleaned it up and showed it to the scrub team. They have no ideas either. This is a well traveled area by scout and hun..rangers. Why do I feel like someone is screwing around with me. Whatever. Turned it in to central supply as an oopart to see their reaction. It was hilarious, I think I confounded the poor girls. Informed scout HQ, they're going to run a quick spiral search of the area with a few people between runs. you know, in case someone smuggled a car on world somehow. Yeah, I can't stop laughing at that one.

Journal Log: Day 142
The retrieval team made it back with the second mecha. It barely fit through west gate. It's just sitting there next to the first. It's kind of creepy. Felt lonely, got together with a lonely friend and experimented. Didn't go as we thought, we decided we're never going to try again again. ANYWAYS! No word on our phantom Mazda. I've signed up for a salt run that's leaving in two days. They're using the new and improved Mk4 wheels (now with traction!) on the salt carts. The trip is supposed to be two weeks this time, the new carts can hold more so, we're moving more goods. I'm already packed and ready even though we're not leaving until the day after tomorrow. My tomorrow plans are to do fuckall and see where it takes me.

Good thing there's suptg or I would be saddened by the lack of archival of these awesome posts.
Keep it up, 008.

Journal Log: Day 143
So during breakfast, one of the mechs started moving. It took about 4 steps and powered down. By then it had every Ranger in the city armed to the teeth and targeting it. Turns out the science guys figured out it's power system, it uses these small glow rocks they're calling Motes. The ones they used apparently didn't have a lot of power left in it. Pretty wild. Anyways, it's another chilly day. Hung out at the actors guild and watched them put on a show. They were reenacting one of the scenes from Dues Ex. Shit was cash. Spent the rest of the day practicing archery and hanging out at Scout/Ranger HQ updating maps and gave a lecture to some new recruits. There are some new rumors that Leadership is going to take off the breeding ban, letting volunteer women pick a mate for impregnation. The rumors further say that Science and Rangers are the top picks because they're the best and brightest. Soon as these rumors started going around, a whole wave of new recruits started showing up from the general populace. Speaking of Leadership, they created a new division, the Entertainment division consisting of the actor guilds, highly regarded gm's, musicians and artists. They got to vote in their new representative today. It'll be nice to have all of them organized.

>>14571113
> They were reenacting one of the scenes from Dues Ex.
Oh god JC, it's a bomb!

Journal Log: Day 144
First day on the salt run. We'll arrive on the coast in about 3-4 days depending on the weather. We've got three novice scouts, me who is leading, 3 rangers, a medic, 2 science guys and the muscle. 15 in total, a nice number. My smartphone is all charged up and we've got a good amount of gear with us. We had a brief yowler sighting earlier but our group size probably discouraged it. It'll most likely poke around camp tonight if it decides to follow us, otherwise we'll be in the clear. One of the novice scouts probably caught it's attention, he's got no sense of stealth, just crunching along through the leaves without a care in the world; he didn't even see the yowler. I hate babysitting. They better not fall asleep during their watch or it's all our asses.

Journal Log: Day 148
We're on the coast. The trip here went without incident. The salt guys are getting set up and are going to go into full production come sunrise. The only injury so far on this trip was one of the novice scouts. Soon as we set up camp, he stripped and took off running for the sea, splashed in and promptly sliced his foot open on something sharp down there, probably a speareel from the look of the wound. Way to go champ. It looks like the other novices took their lesson from this. I do miss swimming though. Sucks. Anyways, on the look out for any more boats. Between my sighting and sightings from the other salt teams, there's someone with boat building skills around here. Tomorrow I'm taking two scouts and a hunter and going on a two day walk up the beach northwards to see if we spot any signs of habitation. The others should be okay, aside from the waters and the occasional ramora-snake, the beach is pretty safe.

Journal Log: Day 149
Spent the whole day moving up the beach. Saw a few racing deer running around further inland. I wonder if they're rideable? I have no horse riding experience, so I'll leave that to someone else to figure out. Just before nightfall, we found a wood shack. The proportions are all wrong for it. The door is very tall. Builder tall, but it doesn't match their construction style. Poked around looking for anything left behind but nothing, not even a feather. It doesn't look like it was used in a long time. We're staying the night in it, it's just large enough to hold all of us. Thing is, I could of sworn I was out this far last time, I should of seen it but I guess not. It can't be newer then that can it?

Journal Log: Day 150
Woke up to find the scout on duty was asleep. Smacked him silly for it. Went outside to find the shack was surrounded by tracks, looked to be speed deer. I don't think they're hostile. Oh who am I kidding, everything on this world is hostile in some fucking way or another. Saw another boat out on the horizon, tried flagging it down but it didn't respond. This one was bigger and had a sail. Interesting. There's some kind of sea community around here somewhere, we just have to find it. So far nothing else in this direction. We're camped out with the mountains in sight. Looks like there's a path that goes farther north through them along the shore. Tomorrow we're heading back to the salt camp, empty handed unfortunately. At least we got more map data.

008 in your storytelling are people still viewing other groups outside of the /tg/ area by their board or is just a whatever new village kind of deal?

>>14571992
No one has made it to any of the other board cities yet, they're many weeks of travel on foot. All the ruins visited thus far are in the /tg/ territory. They were briefly getting radio signals from /sci/ but those cut out to a single tone amidst some kind of violence.

>>14572061
That's why I don't like how large the maps are, why not just make it all of /tg/ is transported to an island if by the team contact with other boards is made is irrelevant.

>>14572230

There are maps? Where?

>>14572315
2 threads ago there was a thread showing all the boards locations on a retardedly large scale, also there is a whole other un-inhabited continent.

>>14572315

Journal Log: Day 152
Made it back to camp early afternoon, we traveled part of the night. The salt team is doing fine. We're going to pack it up in two days and make our way back if production continues at this pace. Spent some time hanging out by the ocean making sure our salt workers weren't getting dragged off to the great below. Thought I saw a ray like fish down there. The water is pretty clear and such a nice color, and warm. I really wish I could go swimming. Anyways, I'm starting to pick up a sunburn and the salt workers certainly are. One of the scouts is all wrapped up in his rain gear mumbling about skin cancer. He'll be lucky to live long enough to get cancer. Hell, this place probably will produce some kind of nightmare supercancer with teeth and shit. Ah well.

Journal Log: Day 153
Woke up to what I thought were bird chirping in the morning light. Nope, was catachan devils doing mating calls. Fantastic. Spent most of the day with the rangers killing those little shits. The rest of the day was hanging out on the beach under some shade. Two of my rangers build a sand castle. I guess they were bored. It's big and well detailed. The sand here is good for silly things like that. Took a photo with my smartphone. The batteries are starting to get low, I've got probably an hours worth of charge on it. I'll have to ration it until we get back to town.

Journal Log: Day 154
Woke up this morning to find the novice scout on duty fell asleep. A different one, the one with the messed up foot. Smacked him silly too. For fuck's sake, it's only a 4 hour shift. Anyways, one of the science guys said he had a dream about Builders standing over him and poking him with sticks. Then we go out to start the day and find a small 3 inch stone statue of a builder sitting on the top of the sandcastle from yesterday. He's playing a fucking prank that ass, he must be. Probably found that thing in his housing back in town. Anyways, I had planned for us to be returning today, but our salt bags are not yet full, so one more day should do it. Mainly those not working the salt production sat around telling amusing stories. Mine was about the Phantom Mazda haunting the Aqueduct plains. Got some good laughs. Not much else worth mentioning other then I carved my name on one of the beach trees. Figure I'd leave a marker here.

Journal Log: Day 156
Well, the rain stopped. I lost two journal pages because they got wet and became unreadable. At least the salt is dry under the tarps. Halfway to town now, we'll arrive in two days. No sign of that yowler we saw heading out. I guess he moved on or another group took care of him. The dwarves don't like the mud but they're still making good time. My skin is starting to peel from the damn sunburn. It looks horrible and of course, it burns like a son of a bitch. The constant overcast weather and last few days of rain have helped some. Aloe. Too bad no one brought any, not something you'd normally think to bring to be honest. The novice scout with the foot injury has been complaining non stop. I'm making him walk, and he's bitching about it non stop. If you can't make it back to civilization with a minor foot injury like that, then you may as well lie down and let the yowler eat you and save you both the trouble. I'm such a bastard.

Journal Log: Day 158
Made it to town today. The salt is being processed as we speak. Looks like the storm a few days ago blew down a few of the windmills, the engineers are working on reinforcing them. I guess I can't get my phone recharged yet. Got called in to Scout/Ranger HQ for a meeting. Most of us are between jobs right now, so our leader decided it would be a good time to discuss some things. We're being given rank titles, make things a bit more "clean" and official and standardize our equipment some. We don't want a novice leading around a bunch of pros that know better. Lower ranks are assigned on a mission basis, so we won't have permanent underlings to each of us. I was given the rank of Scout Captain, there are 19 others of that rank, and 25 Ranger Captains, that we are equal rank to. Each job will have a captain from each class if possible. We discussed standard gear an training to teach the novices. It's all experimental still, not sure if it's going to work out. Our resident blacksmith has messed with the Builder swords to make them more usable to human standards and a few people with sword training are going to be instructing all of us in our spare time. Archery is a must as well, learning the recurve bows and of course gunmanship. The most important skill, survival in the wilds. Even the best of us are still learning that one. I don't envy the sob they get to teach the novices that skill set. This meeting went on most of the day and well into the night. I kind of like it, we're getting organized. I've got a week off, I think I'm going to take up some swordsmanship. Having a large blade might make those yowler nights a bit easier.

Journal Log: Day 159
God damn, my arms hurt. Went in for some sword training and damn it those things are tiresome to swing around for any period of time, and we were using weighted wooden dummy swords to boot. We did learn some great ways to disembowel a yowler mid pounce though, I just don't want to ever have to be in the position to use it. I don't care how heavily armed you are, having a yowler pounce at you is pants shittingly terrifying. The windfarm is back up and running, and so is my smartphone. A mining group returned from the mountains loaded up with coal. Glorious coal. They found a rich vein of it along with iron and gold. We don't need the gold so much at the moment though. Leadership is dispatching a big team to build a better road out there. It's not going to be paved, but it'll be flat, straight and less prone to flooding. I'd love to know how they're going to pull that off. Along with this, the engineering guild is building some new mine carts, now with the wheel mk5 (Now with Spokes!). The plan is to set up a semi-permanent mining settlement up there and always have a cart coming and going and switch out miners every two weeks. I'm not sure how they're going to keep the miners happy. Maybe if we capture more doom cultists or bandits we can use them and work them to death. No that wasn't serious..although it might be better then just killing them on sight. Hmm.

bumping for incredible justice

Well...Us outriders are now...rangers. Who the hell comes up with this stuff? I'm just a damn jarhead they convinced to go running into god knows what, raid camps of doom cultists and do the Whit knight crap.

Ah hell. At least it wasn't paladin. In the meantime, we've been dispatched to go check out well...we really don't know. I guess they found some new ruins or some shit. Big old manor like place, has like sixteen hectares of straight row cropped trees. The science guys want us to shake the place down and knock out any loose crazies/monsters/surivivors.

Just another day as a Out-Ranger.

hooah?

Journal Log: Day 160
So my smartphone starts beeping today. Someone rigged up one of the laptops into an adhoc wifi server and built an big antenna for it. We have instant messaging in town. Fuck yeah! Speaking of communications, the guys building the HAM radio finished but can't make more then one due to the parts. They haven't picked up anything but check every few days. Even the signal from out west has been dead for a few weeks now. More sword training. It's like swinging around lead weights. Except it's wood.. and possibly filled with lead. I don't know how she made these things. In other news, some people brought in captured tortolo and plan on hitting them with some animal husbandry skills to make a better domesticated breed. They're set up at the edge of town outside the east gate. This is a real long term goal; we probably won't see the end result in our short life times here.

Greeting folks, I'm the sphagettiman and I'm here to tell you that we intend to make this project into a tabletop setting. Or something...anyways new critters ENJOY!

Our first beastie for the evening is the Troll, a relation to the Imps, and Builders. Think of it as a gorrilla is gorrillas had six arms and glowed in the dark....

>>14574795
The troll, A relation to the Builders and Imps roams across the 'nightmare' forests. Living in near darkness almost all its life. A brutish creature, the troll stands when fully bipedal well over twelve feet tall but given its naturally slumped figure only seems to be..about eight. Trolls are a secretive breed, roaming in search of forage weather its fungus, small game, carrion or something too injured to readily fight back.

The average troll is a lumbering creature that knuckle walks on its midlimbs where have more in common with feet than actual hands. grasping forelimbs allow it to manipulate its environment to an extent and carry its young or bits of food. Their long neck ends in a powerful head not unlike a builder though, its eyes are incredibly weak in comparison. normally a dull gray color Trolls posses the ability to create glowing patterns upon their body to attract mates and drive predators(what few there are) away.

Trolls move in troops of anywhere from a small group of five to horde of nearly thirty individuals of various ages. its been demonstrated that the creatures can be fiercly territorial and will fight tooth and nail when confronted with what it percieves to be an intruder. they are however naturally curious as well and will inspect campsites..much to the inhabitants derision.

>>14574795
Living upon the coastal waters are a species of dragon rat. Reptile like animals that have developed rather obvious wings that are used for gliding and given them a 'true' dragon look.

the oriental is a long serpentine creature as its name implies. snake like these creatures are often spotted undulating through water, chasing after small fish and insecta or prowling the sandy bottoms with their rather numerous whisker like barbels which 'taste' the environment.

Orientals at their smallest are about a foot long. Older specimens have been found ranging up to nearly ten feet in length and are something of a rare sight. Oddly, they are not aggressive animals towards humans and seem to watch us with a sort of bemused appreciation. At smaller sizes the orientals mid wing, a feature that is common to all true dragon rats is used to glide from tree top shelters into soft sandy bottoms where they hunt. On larger specimens they are used to attract mates, opening up to reveal a peacock like display of color. They are also known to 'beat' nearby logs attracting mates and competition from afar.

Orientals when not in rut are rather striking scarlet color. males will have a golden tipped chin while females will be monocolor. During rut the males will develop a rather impressive vermiticulated pattern of colors the worm like markings hitting numerous hues and colors based on diet and health and often being quite lustrous.

THE ORIENTAL DRAGON RAT IS NOT ACTUALLY FROM THE ORIENT

WE JUST CALL IT THAT BECAUSE IT HAS SLANTY EYES

Journal Log: Day 161
More swinging around weighted wooden sticks. Aaarg. I know this isn't a skill I'm going to pick up in a week or even a month. Such torture. It's worse, I imagine, for the out of shape novices. Anyways, some people finished draining a few of the tunnels and are sending people down them to check them out, set up some wall braces in the weaken sections and collect any interesting fish or fish like creatures they find. Considering the Builders were bird..things, they sure did like their caves and tunnels. They were a warrior culture, they loved fighting shit, or so all the murals and statues would lead you to believe. Ha, maybe they built the tunnels for us. Yeah, and maybe one of these tunnels has a phantom Mazda in it.

>>14574795
The kelpy is a relative to the Racing deer and scale wolf. Standing a rather timid four feet at the shoulder the animal is primarily aquatic, living along weedy pond and lake shores where it preys upon small birds, drinking animals and the rare small foolhardy person.

The kelpy swims along using its four webbed feet, these being the hind and mid-limbs. The forelimbs are a strong set of grasping pincers that will lock when prey is caught in them. Able to hold its breath for over half an hour. This allows it to drag most prey down and simply squeeze till they are forced to exhale and thus drown in short order.When the prey is dead the kelpy will haul its catch to shallower water where it will feast.

Kelpy are in general a rather drab(by local comaprison) mauve color. males will develop a few patches of color usually a dull aquamarine. Beyond this simply keep an eye to the water

>>14575074
turns out the dwarf bots dig them, I bet ya

This place was a hellhole... And what was the one thing someone really needed in a hellhole? The answer is always the same: a drink.

Leaning back against the bar, he couldn't believe that his life had taken a turn like this. The woods around town held untold horrors and dangers uncountable, with only the sturdy wall built by some industrious engineer-types between wilderness and safety. Back on earth, he had been a student, then a soldier, and then a glorified paper-pusher. But here? Here an old hobby had made him a very popular man... You see, he could brew. Not just that vodka-like distillate that had become rather popular as both a beverage and an accelerant, but a multitude of drinks.

He was a deft hand at carpentry, and rather good at fitting stone together... Some parts of the town's wall sat upon foundations he had helped lay. A brief stint in the military after high school had given him some skills in the wild and a good eye for marksmanship. But when the agricultural folks had discovered those terrible potato-like things... well, that had been the first day he had smiled since arriving in this death-ridden shitfest. Those little things were full of starch, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what they would be good for.

>>14574795
Another Racing deer cousin. The fanged stag is a large herbivore of the northern reaches, ranging even as far as the tundra of the poles. Standing around eight feet at the shoulder on average these animals are selective browsers feeding on growth points of plants and succulents. The reasoning for their name is due to the misinterpretation of their profile. Like all racing deer, the Fanged stag has a pair of scything fore which are used to cut vegetation so that it can more readily eat. These are frequently held near the head..you can see where this is going.

Fanged Stag travel in herds, large herds usually well over a hundred individuals at any point as they roam the north in search of browse to feed upon. though growth points from trees are the preferred they will feed on succulents and mosses much like caribou. Fanged stag are not known to be aggressive and theoretically could be domesticated.

theoretically.

The Stags are generally a dull red-purple color, covered in a thick rather woolly down that is VERY warm. But, males during rut will develop crests of feathers along their backs which typically are a rather impressive display of golds, yellows, greens and blues.

>>14575233
cont.

The first batch had been something.... awful. The first sip might have stripped some enamel off his teeth, but it was a learning experience. Now, he had worked most of the kinks out of the process. From the dirt to the glass, it took about a month to make the really potent shit, distilling it a few times to take away the bitter taste and make it something you could drink without too much of a grimace. Some folks had started coming around the stills after the sun was down, and eventually he had been forced to move it indoors as the crowds got to be a little hectic. Now, he had just opened up what might be the first true drinking establishment in the town... Nothing fancy, and nothing that he really spent much time at. After all, it's not like he could just be a barman. The whole fucking planet seemed set on killing them all in a terrible and gruesome way... From the plague that had put him up,blind, in the infirmary for nearly a week to those damn yowlers that made even a short trip into the woods for potential ingredients a life-or-death prospect, this place was absolutely worse than anywhere the damned army had sent him. So he still spent his days helping the construction crews patch worn buildings and construct new structures around the ruins left by the builders. It was hard work, and everyone always looked forward to a night off....

Like tonight. Tonight might be the very first night in months that he could relax. Those actors had put together a three-act masterpiece about someone's old Vampire: the Masquerade campaign, and it promised to be a good one. After that, it was drinks around the fire, and maybe some music if someone brought out one of the charged netbooks. Shit like that almost made you feel like you were home.

>>14575359
glorious my friend also are you overlapping with the other bar that was mentioned at somepoint in the outrider stuff?

>>14574903
>>14575000
>>14575107
>>14575243

All I've got tonight, Hopefully next shift at works slower so that I can take a tad more time on things. Any comments on the critters?

>theoretically could be domesticated

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED

>>14574903
Ever seen a troll? No not that jackass from down the street that keeps giving people boiled jitterbugs.

I mean the real deal. The big fuckers from the nightmare forests. And Yes, its an oxymoron on this god forsaken world. But anyways, Trolls are big, like big big.

I've seen one throw a one of the dwarves clear over my head into a tree. If it wasn't for the things being built like fucking tanks I'd have thought it was done for. Hell, if it wasn't for some crazy bastard carrying one of those builder spears we wouldn't have made it out of there.

It roared at us, Terrible goddamn sound its jaws spread out like a big toothy X and out of nowhere this guy runs up and jabs it straight into its fucking mouth. I shit you not.

Damn thing must have choked on it or it hit the brain or something. We didn't bother to stick around when it swung one of its smaller arms and broke the damn spear in his hands. hell I happened to see that because I was looking back.

>>14575483
It could be the same place.

>>14575504
Looks good, we really needed more wildlife.

>>14575635
Its what I do 008 in fact pretty much all the wildlife is from me or one or two other anons from the main site.

>>14575632

>>14575663
From the looks of it, the board hasn't been active in quite awhile. So far I've been using the wiki. I was a bit surprised that someone else wrote up about the /tg/ ranger scouts after I already started writing about that organization forming. Luckily the fluff doesn't clash, the one I'm writing about would just be it's predecessor organization.

>>14575704
Yeah, school work tends to keep us all bogged down and given I sort of acted as the motivator and suffered a perfect storm of bad shit things haven't had much chance to recover, its why I started these threads and keep the wiki going.

Also, table top setting yes? no?

>>14575704
Yeah I saw that and was curious how that was going to sink up. Really that's a rather nice touch though we never had much in the way of Background fluff and well...HOLY SHIT FLUFF EVERYWHERE poet

>>14575727
It would work. I've actually gm'ed this kind of setting before with my rp group, several times. Stranded in an alien environment, right people in the wrong place type stuff. Running it right from day 1 might be a rough but starting a few years down the road takes away the stranded flavor.

>>14575764
that actually was the intention. had it set for year tennish, the boards had contact albeit mostly through hoofing it across the country side, /k/ had repulsed back an attack by the crazed remains of what was once humanity of /b/ and /tg/ was forming a coalition with the coastal states and creating a navy of merchant ships

Oh and HFS was knocking on the door

>>14575808
Year 10 is an interesting point, all the electronic gear would most likely be burning out from use by then assuming the locals managed to get power generation of some kind to run it. laptop and phone parts and batteries burning out and general wear and tear. It's a time when technology is actually getting worse then it was, spiraling down into the middle ages era minus the ooparts.

In fact all the talk of seeing builders was making me Laugh quite a bit given we had intended for them to com back from some of the few islands they had as holdouts of their old empire which crumbled

>>14575483
I plan on it. I started reading about brewing techniques in germany before being shipped off to afghanistan. Everything from grain alcohol to decent beers, i can do it all... Someone, i think 008, mentioned some folks making wooden barrels and fireing them. One thing that would make this experience a lot easier would be some half-decent whiskey.

>>14575916
I had very little info on builders, most of what I posted was crazy dreams by a disturbed subconscious or someone playing pranks. Or maybe an actual builder screwing around. Most of it no more real then the phantom Mazda haunting the Aqueduct plains.

>>14575882
which themselves are naturally sorta shaky at the best of times.

>>14575932
yeah...most of thats' in my head, again I haven't had a lot of time Ive got a culture work up. You did an awesome job to be quite honest. And I have to say the idea of builders wandering around dicking around with people is HIGHLY amusing.

>>14575930
Could be any number of them really, theres a ton of writing in here and 'll be damned if it isn't all a good read

>>14575946
A few generations down the line, and there's going to be generations of people who hear tales of their forebears having the power to create their favorite music at whim and speak with anyone in town instantly and think it's all myths and fantasy, and maybe Earth is too.

>>14575946
The thing is that as our earth-brought tech wears out, we will slowly digress to the point we are able to peak at before those same electronics break.

The windmills and such that people have mentioned would still function, but the appliances that would use them would have burned out... So the technological base for /tg/ before we start rediscovering earth-standard tech is whatever we can juryrig from locally procured and produced materials before the tech we have burns out.

>>14575996
Time to pull a gilligans island?

In all seriousness it would be a very schizo tech place by year ten. Even with gadgets burning out here and there people would be finally making things like proper forges, windmills, pumps a number of things really

>>14575993
That is why we need to start compiling history... Not just our history as colonists in a strange new land, but earth's history. From the formation of rome and the moon landings to who was the very first of our colonists to kill a yowler or the names of the architects who designed the cities wall... all of it is important.

The idea that the descendants of /tg/ would look upon the stories of earth passed down through several generations and snicker fills me with a creeping, terrible dread.

So.. anyone know how to make paper?

>>14576045
Isn't that the interesting part?

And what kind of power would the last working flashlight, the last loaded shotgun give someone? Those are some serious questions... Would the remains of weapons a devices be kept by descendants, some kind of pseudo-mythical device that once worked for their ancestors who built the great cities of stone and mortar that surround them? Stories about the city builders would be like our myths, tales about mighty men and women who had magic at their fingertips and created unparalleled works that would last for decades as a monument to their ingenuity and *magical* power....


Fuck i love this setting

>>14576069
as it should I mean hell it should bother anyone for them to think of Earth as a fantasy land really

>>14576098
The question is do we have a material to make paper from? And even if we did, could we bleach it? Do we have anything to write on it with?

>>14576100
A reverance of old earth tech...OH FUCK

>>14576127
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Guns aren't actually that difficult to make, that's a technology that would probably stick around in some form or another. It needs a good metalsmith and someone who knows what they're doing, both skills that can be passed on. The descendents probably won't have the automatic gun that shoots thousands of bullets instantly! but they'd at least have something.

>>14576117
best bet is some sort of vellum or go the Builder route and engrave the fuck out of everything

>>14576174
Engraving works well for small, certain things... Think like a monument to a battle or some kind of civic art. The message is never too long. To truly record history, we need books, or at the very least scrolls.

That said... to me, a history would be one of the utmost priorities. We are in a new world, surrounded by new life. Even cataloging the flora and fauna would require volumes of text, and spreading word of them to the populace would require copies of the original.... Basically, scribes might make a come back in a huge way.

>>14576209
That, or we rig up a printing press pronto hell both maybe. There was talk of an archivists guild, basically guys who collected info and old earth tech and stored it in a secure heavily guarded library

I'd love to see someone trying to explain a monument of the first moon landing a hundred years into the setting.

But yeah, keeping track of history is kind of why the journal writer in my posts continues to keep a record. The problem is he'd going to run out of pages or ink eventually.

>>14576245
very true also yeah or hell WWI

>>14576234
I can see it now. Someone puts together a printing press and spends the time to carve out each letter block to fit perfectly.. and he used the Comic Sans font.

>>14576234
Few boards have the foresight to see the value in that... /sci/ is definitely one of them, but as far as we know, they are all dead and gone.

>>14576245
I was quite happy when your journal writer mentioned losing the lyrics to hollaback girl. Just the idea that we could LOSE information, forever, is horrifying. Once the first crop of /tg/ dies, those histories become stories. After those children die and the next generation takes over, they are fairy tales. A generation after that, and they are myths... The ideas behind the archivists guild are of the utmost importance if we want the learning, ethics, and science from earth to carry over.

>>14576287
....

>THEREISNOIMAGEMACROFORWHATIMFEELING.png

>>14576305
More than likely /sci/ is still there, Its been theorized /sci/ may be the source of a lot of old earth tech replacements if just because well, its /sci/ . It also bears in mind the fact that different places may have DIFFERENT tellings of the same historical things. Imagine hearing a southerners point of view of the american civil war versus a yankees

Alright so whats with OOPARTS? Does anyone know where the fuck they came from? I mean the builders didnt have much in the way of metal working even yet...fucking dwarves?

I wrote /sci/ as having some kind of leadership revolt/civil war, possibly due to elitism. /tg/ luckily ended up with strong leadership (and we get shit done)

>>14576400
true might be they mellowed into xenophobes and yeah we've typically seen /tg/ band together when needed hell we'd be the sort to lend ourselves to the guild structure. Also Is RAWK LOBSTER one of the blacksmithes I noticed you said she

>>14576375
As far as I can tell, ooparts were already part of the setting and I didn't invent any new ones outside of what other people wrote down. The dwarves were my attempt at describing the dragonteeth robots, but the dwarves turned out far more funny.

>>14576432
dwarves equal dragon teeth when I first built them I borrowed slightly off the myth of the soldiers made from the dragons teeth then twisted in a little bay 12 stuff.

The result being amusing and very fitting

>>14576430
Not directly, but if she wants to be, sure. I've been leaving out names as much as I can so as not to step on fluff. I haven't even mentioned the name of the town. I think it's supposed to be Koganusân, although I got the location slightly off and made if a bit farther south.

>>14576471
happens hilariously we mapped the city and well...its quite huge really. could be at first it was just set in a different part of the city. Regardless you've done a hell of a good job on fluff 008 Its nice to see an on hte ground perspective really

is the thread autosaging?

>>14576432

Frankly I think I like them better as dwarves. It seems like a very /tg/ thing to do.

One thing I think about are just the numbers and population. Its been said that 4chan gets something like 6 million unique visitors per day. Of those, the majority goes to /b/ and then /v/ and /a/ (I think). Still, with a three month buffer of people, (and these are just people that visited the site. I'm still not sure exactly how the board thing is decided) a lot of people could be swept up. I'd guess that means that our /tg/ land could very well be populated by some 25,000 or more people. And just how spread out are they?

I worry about defining these things myself but the aspie in me just needs numbers to make pictures if you get my meaning.

>>14576540
Its been worked on actually as a sort of progressive waves of people, that and spread out across the region in clumps of maybe fifty sixty people in a group waking up in an area and well from there yer on your own. Either way Im a heading to bed, if this thread dies, either link the new on to the site or simply leave it be and Ill start one at somepoint

>>14576540
I've been dealing with this problem myself. If we had even 10,000 pop into one town, no amount of hunters would be able to feed them. At the moment, the main city is only mentioned of having under 200 people in it because it's maintainable. I was considering writing up another /tg/ city some scouts wandered into but even so. Maybe if people arrived in waves.

It's not autosaging, but it will soon. I'll have the archive on suptg updated before it dies.
>>14576577

>>14576557
Ah, interesting. Especially given the previous conversation as new influxes of people (almost a respawn thing) could result in all sorts of power struggles from fresh weapons, ammo and tech being introduced.

It would probably be best to have several low population towns until agriculture gets it's ass in gear.

Just fyi, not counting the creature features, you guys (mostly 008, so props to you) have written 23,370 words just reaching 37 pages in a word doc on my computer. Many thanks to all the contributors.

Man, I AM kind of aspie today.

>>14576801
If there's a fourth thread, I'll probably keep going.

>>14576839
I could start one if you want, course you've been the driving force behind these last couple ones. Hell you've damn near inspired me to do some writing as well.

>>14576914
This thread isn't autosaging yet. I've got 2 and a half hours, I guess I'll drown it in posts. Jump in if you want.

Journal Log: Day 162
You'll never guess what I did today. That's right, swung around a fucking wooden weighted sword for a few hours. One word. Calluses. Oh yeah. I stuck around HQ most of the day and spent some time teaching novices about how to best wear their tortolo armor, then how to build and put out a camp fire and then using a compass. I'm meeting up with that group again midnight to teach them navigation by star. Not that I want them running around in the wilds in the pitch black. Even the best rangers don't want to fuck around at night if they aren't absolutely certain the area's clear. I have broken this rule a few times, I admit, but I try not to make a habit out of it. Anyways, my pen appears to be running out of ink. I bartered for a new one earlier, traded a yowler tooth necklace for one out of supply central. They took the old dry pen. I wonder if they can refill them. How to you make ink anyways? Are we all going to be writing with ink well and quill by next year?

>>14577076
Thanks for adding what we were talking about into the story already man. Keep up the excellent writefaggotry

Journal Log: Day 163
It's storming out, heavy winds, lightning, horizontal rain, the works. Sword practice was called off, so I grabbed a bunch of novices and a rain coat and made them run circles around town. Why would I do this? Because it rains out in the wilds too. A lot. Besides, a few of them could use the washing (including me.) I was thinking that it might be neat to get everyone and hold some wargames in some of the unused parts of town, but we're not really a military or policing organization that would need that kind of training. Sure we run into the occasional insane cultist or bandit, but we're still hunters and explorers when it comes down to it. At least we are at the moment. It occurs to me that we're the only armed forces this town has. Anyways, I'm going to get to sleep and pretend I didn't just see one of the windmill blades fly off and imbed itself in the outter wall.

Journal Log: Day 164
So apparently we're being taught German two handed sword fencing. It took up most of the day and my arms feel it. I'm back on task tomorrow and will be taking a team ranger team out to the mines where they're setting up the semi permanent prospecting camp. We've got first guard duty. Normally this would be a Ranger led mission, but I'm taking a few novice scouts and we're going to do a thorough check of the area, three days eastward and see what we find. In other news, mass media piracy abound, mp3 trading all over the in town wifi network. What ever shall we do? There's also a surprising amounts of cam whore porn. I'm really not surprised.

Journal Log: Day 165
We followed the new road the engineering guild put in. Where did they get the gravel? This is a lot nicer then what I was expecting. Did they get their dwarves to crush rocks all day or something? It even has drainage along the sides. We're currently set up camp in a nice clearing they left on the side of the valley road. We'll be at the prospecting camp by tomorrow afternoon. We could make it tonight, but I don't want to lead this many novices through the dark. My team consists of 5 rangers with a ranger captain, 2 are novices, Myself, three scout novices, a geologist, a medic and an astronomer who wanted a higher place to mark down the stars. I made damn sure no one had a hang glider with them this time. It's a bit chilly out tonight. It occurs to me, I'm going to run out of paper eventually. What then? What happens when we all run out of paper? Can we make more? Did the builders use paper or did they just carve everything to stone? As fancy as it would be to have this journal become a historical document, our paper is acidic and would probably eat the ink in a lifetime. I guess this isn't a problem for me to solve. I'm sure the science guys already have considered this.

Journal Log: Day 166
Arrived at the Prospector camp. It's set up near the mine entrance and consists of one completed bunk house and two other buildings still being put together by the construction team. I complimented them on their road. The rangers went hunting for some food and the rest of us pitched in and helped put together the buildings. The ranger team already stationed here has packed up and is ready to head back to town in the morning. Their leader says he can make it in one day. Good luck to that. This place is primitive at the moment, but the winds are strong, if they have the parts, they could probably put a wind farm up here. I wonder if someone could also build some kind of cantenna and get in town wifi signals. Probably not, not without relays of some kind, and I don't think we can do that yet. Ham Radio's out, since they've only been able to build one. That would of been ideal. We'll need to work out some kind of practical long range communication for the field. Sending lone messengers is a good way to feed the yowlers and sending teams is a waste of resources.

Well I gotta sleep. I did some brain storming so maybe I'll have something more constructive to post later on. I might focus on some creature features or plant life to give you a bit more to play around with. Keep up the good work, 008; I see you if the thread is still up later. If not, I'll just check the archive. Later.

Journal Log: Day 167
Got to watch the miners start their morning shift and work their asses off. It's a good thing they have a few dwarves to assist. I headed off east with three of my novices. We're not taking any rangers or the medic with us. We're going to travel fast and this is a good trial by fire for them anyways. They should know some limited medical treatment for broken bones and the like already from their beginner training. The mountains are kind of nice. I'm used to flat terrain and lots of oceans, no mountains in Florida. Adaption is the game. That's what's going to keep us alive on this hell hole. Our ability to adapt. We made good time today. Didn't see anything out of the ordinary or worth mentioning outside of a small river we had to cross. It was shallow, no problems with that. We've set up camp at the moment under some cover, the novices are splitting up the watch. I told them they get to slap whoever falls asleep on the job.

Journal Log: Day 168
Made crazy time today, pretty much ran the entire day with a few breaks here and there. I've got to be in the best shape I've been in my entire life. The novices did pretty well keeping up. We've set up camp at another river. This one may be too deep to cross, and I don't trust these waters. We're going to go deeper into the mountains tomorrow and see if we can't go around. Oddly, we've seen very little animal life around. They must not like this region. Or we're in something big's territory and we just haven't run into it.

Journal Log: Day 169
We went deeper into the mountains but didn't find a way to cross the river short of plunging in. No thanks. No caves behind the waterfall. Isn't there always supposed to be a secret cave behind the waterfall? Oh tvtropes, you failed me yet again. On to more interesting things. I think I see what looks like a castle or fort high up. I'm going to bee line it for there in the morning. We're supposed to be heading back now but I think this is more important. I left ground markers pointing our direction at the last and this camp, so if we go missing, someone will know where we went.

Journal Log: Day 170
Well, we're not there yet. Ran into some problems involving a gorge and how to cross it. There wasn't an obvious way across, so we climbed down the canyon wall, which luckily wasn't near vertical. Spent a few more hours cutting a tree and using it to cross the rapids and then climbed back up. By the time we reached the top, it was nightfall. We have enough rations for one more meal. We'll do without tonight. We did refill our canteens with river water though. No filters outside a slip of silk.. but... well we'll do.

Journal Log: Day 171
We made it to the fortress. It's huge. Definitely builder made. The eastern wall is collapsed from what looks like an old landslide. The main structure seems to be undamaged. We spent the whole day and most of the night exploring the place. We chased out or killed a few minor pests. Tried eating them for dinner but they tasted terrible. This place is a work of art. I mean, it's a military fortress, but the inner walls are carved in one continuous battle scene. It's amazing. It starts at the ground entrance door and ends at the roof balcony door. Unfortunately, this place is completely abandoned. No weapon cache, no furniture outside of a few large stone chairs and tables. We mapped the place out and we're going to look for ground tunnels tomorrow. There are always tunnels. There is a river we think runs in to the rapids to the north and wrapping around the west wall. We drew fresh water there.

Journal Log: Day 172
We found tunnel access leading from a hidden basement in the lower central room. Banged around for awhile on the ground with sticks until we found it. The basement had weapon racks, but they were empty. There was also a tunnel that was caved in. No carvings down here except these scratches near the exit stairs. Some kind of builder graffiti? Looks like builder script. No idea what it means. We did another once over of the fort and decided to stay the night again. We're setting out in the morning come first light. We ate the last of our rations. Some kind of new breadmold mixture with new peanut flavoring. Still has no taste for me. Is it that hard to add flavor to this shit? Christ almighty. It's kind of creepy here. It's almost dead silent. No sounds of animals, even the river outside is quiet. Just the sound of the wind playing off the tower and walls. I feel very alone here. We all do.

Alright, crashing for the night and archiving to suptg

>>14577863
Bumping, also OH good. Perfect nesting grounds for rapedactyls

>>14579731

New thread.