>>20881111
Your name is Big Bozz Squigslap Stabgrattle Grotstompa and you are going to be the next 'Ead Kouncillor of the Grotocracy of Titanopolis. But that is hardly a challenge for you. Because you are amazing. The best ever. Even nobs get nervous when you're around. Orks yawn and ignore you when they're nervous, right?
So, in order to show the best of your ability, and not at all because you can't actually straight up join the Grotocracy, you're going to make a detour and take over the 60-Second Market first. Just to flex your muscles, give these gits a show of force. No biggie. You also have a package to deliver, a mission granted to you by your own personal Gork and Mork, your savior, your saint, the hand that pulls you out of the fire, or at least keeps you from splatting all over the floor far below, some blue grot. ...You didn't actually catch his name. But finding that out is like the highest thing on your to-do list. Next to becoming the Big Cheese, and taking over 60-Second Market, and getting out of your current situation alive, and making sure your ears aren't still on fire, and hoping Squig spit eventually becomes a soothing balm and isn't just acid.
Okay, it's not exactly a top priority right now.
But, it soon will because you are checking things off left and right like a serial checker grot. You are a checking machine. Which is funny. Because you're surrounded by machines. Well, no, you're surrounded by teeth, because you're currently in a giant squig's mouth. But that giant squig is surrounded by machines.

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>>20881114
You are in the engine room between the left and right legs of Titanopolis. You are strategically situated, not hiding, not hiding at all, in your giant squig mount Squigsby Watson Wall Smasha's mouth. Wall Smasha couldn't fit on the walkway above, so you are boldly gunning through the swishy, choppy, smashy, burny, and deathtrappy inner workings of the engines. This is a good idea. You're sure of it. You get a giant squig mount out of this.

On the walkway above, there are a bunch of grots that you are getting the giant squig mount from. They don't seem to be as happy with this idea as you are, but you're sure they'll come around eventually. But for right now, they're trying to express their displeasure with shootas.

You are in the middle of the engines in the engine room, in a rare not-trying-to-kill-you position. You have half the engines to traverse yet, but this seems to be the easier half. Less open flames for you to dive through. Scrunky and his boyz have not yet caught up with you, and when they do they will probably make this rare not-trying-to-kill-you position into another also-trying-to-kill-you position, though you're still in the mouth of your giant squig.

You could encourage Watson Smasha to bolt through the machinery like you two just did momentarily, because that went so well.

You could cautiously make your way through the engines, which would be safer but much slower. Your pursuers will definitely catch up.

You could try to DIPLOMACY and impose your will on Scrunky and his boyz.

Or you could try some other trick up your sleeve. If you had sleeves. Does charred skin on your arms count as sleeves? You hope it does.

What do you do?

Rolled 7

>>20881124
let's use our awesome diplomatic skills to try and talk our way out this mess

Rolled 2, 15, 15, 19, 7 = 58

encourage Wall Smasha to bolt through the machinery while shouting diplomacy at your pursuers.

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I shall lie in wait for the next rolling oppurtunity.

Rolled 18, 6, 2, 6, 6 = 38

>>20881216
>>20881185
oh boy, here we go again.

rolling for the fast getaway

Rolled 16, 2, 14, 20, 7 = 59

Convince the machinery to be easy to pass through while Wallsmasha runs through it.

>>20881216
>>20881265
>>20881275
looks like we're destined to mess up at least one jump.

So what's it gonna be? Burns, pistons, or choppy things?
Or is Wall Smasha gonna chomp down on us?

>>20881397
fire. watson wallsmasha will shield us (or eat us)

>>20881216
>>20881265
>>20881275
You think yourself quite the talker. But even then, you are pretty sure you can't talk a bullet out of making holes in your body. Perhaps the grot behind the gun behind the bullet, but bullets themselves are pretty hard to convince.

So instead of waiting for the gits behind you to catch up for a nice chat, maybe it's time for another go at the engine. You can't reason or haggle with cold hard machinery, but at least it isn't actively trying to kill you.
Hm.
Well at least it doesn't have killing intent.
So, after convincing Wall Squigsby to stop digesting you and let you out of his mouth so you can go back to riding him like the graceful squig rider you are, you click your heels twice and tell Waltsby Smashton to move it, double time.

It... goes well! Actually, really well. First choppy bit you sailed over like a squig in the wind. Next few smashy bits you clear with ease and grace. Exactly how you had it planned! The gouts of fire didn't even get a chance to activate before you cleared them! This is amazing. You boldy surf on Watson Squigsby like nothing could possiblye go
ohgorkohgork

WHY IS THERE A SPIKED PIT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ENGINE? WHAT PURPOSE COULD IT SERVE BESIDES A SOURCE FOR PAINFUL DEATH AND--

Well, Wall Smasha stops in time. Momentum seems to want to keep you going forwards. Straight into a spiky doom.
Do you?

Rolled 3

>>20881489
I hope not, though knowing our rate of horrible failures it really wouldn't surprise me

>>20881509
and on that note I think i'm going to stop trying to roll for things

Rolled 13

>>20881489
no. we ride the right way

WELL SHALL NAE GO INTO YE! FOUL PIT 'O DOOM!

Rolled 14

FUCK!
TESTING YE AGAIN!

That be more like it!
We shall conquer this pit!

>>20881574
of course. you forgot, this jumps are watsons rolls. he rolls good on physical stuff

Rolled 20

>>20881489
Wall Smasha is a big squig, he is bigger than the pit's opening, even if we fall into the pit all that happens is he gets stuck in it.

Rolling for jumping the pit, all the momentum shouldn't be put to waste.

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>>20881613
>20

>>20881613
...
does this mean we jump the pit so well that we smash through the wall on the other side of the engine room?

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>>20881633
Yes.
Yes it does.

>>20881679
looks like an ideal orky-getawayplan

>>20881679
welp, the 20 from last thread that landed him the name Wall Smasha has returned to demand he live up to his name then.

>>20881509
>>20881537
>>20881563
>>20881613

Ohmorkohmork
You tip over from where you were so nobly posed. Yeah, this is probably going to hurt. At least Smasha Watson can pick through your remains for a snack...
Actually, he seems to have preemptively taken a bite at you. Getting you around the ankles.

And he's saved your life! If possibly crippled you forever. You dangle precariously over the pit, holding on to your personal savior's package like it's going to save you from being impaled. Well. Maybe it will? If you fall then you could use it to cushion against one spike at--

Squigsby Watson Wall Smasha jerks his head upwards and lets you go. Propelling you across the pit. You land in a majestic heap. It's less painful than you expected.

As you pick yourself up, you see that Wall Squigsby is preparing to make the leap.

Oh. You have to say, you've never seen such a round and dumpy looking thing move so gracefully. The landing was also wonderful. You got to see it up close. 10/10. Would be landed on again.

Well, at least you're both alive and not impaled on spikes.

As Watson Smasha gets off you, you find that at least your package is unharmed.
Very good! Just as you planned!
Now to crawl back onto your giant grot and continue. You've made it out of the thickest parts of the engine room! Alive! Mostly.

Rolled 4

>>20881720
after watching the giant squig move in such a majestic manner, the previous owners decide to let you keep it as they would never be able bring out its full potential as we have done and continue to do.

Rolled 7

>>20881743
that's what we're telling ourselves anyway

>>20881720
Well what are our options from here? I say just head on to the market before anything else has a chance to go wrong.

>>20881743
dammit dice gods.

they should at least be momentarily stunned in shock and awe over how awesome Wall Smasha is.

>>20881720
>>20881720

You reach the door to the Armory. Two grots stand at attention, or as close as they could get, with two large shootas each. You assume they are for show mostly, because each shoota is as tall as the grots are.
"Halt! Who dares pass by Neezmore's Guns?"

What do you say? Scrunky and his boyz are probably still on your tail.

>(Goddamn duplicate files)

Rolled 15

>>20881720
time for our glorious getaway. head to the 60 second market while loosing our followers

Rolled 1

>>20881797
Yer on a mission, from Gork. Or a blue grot. Same difference in the end.

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>>20881836

Rolled 4

>>20881797
tell them you're on a delivery mission for Blue and a bunch of bozos are trying to get in your way by shooting at you.

Or Wall Smasha can just pounce on on of them and start affectionately licking him.

Rolled 11

>>20881797
He says ''I'm on a mission from Gork-- I mean Blue...''

Rolled 3

>>20881846
are you shitting me? two 4 in a row?

rolling for a stray shot from your pursuers to hit one of the guards.

>>20881873
looks like I'm confirmed for being hated by the dice gods.

and with the way we're rolling, looks like we're gonna crash right into the guards.

>>20881836
>>20881846
>>20881867
You pride yourself in having a silver tongue. You have big plans about making business deals with your amazing oratory skills and ability to please and convince. That's why you've set out to make it big in the first place.

So this is a piece of cake. You climb down and talk to them, grot to grot, about your spiritual enlightenment. How you found your way in the world as Gork and Mork had intended. How you have to deliver this package.

The two grots shrug.
"I really don't care, get goin'" says one of them. Your precious diplomacy is wasted on these idiots. They point their shootas at you for extra convincing. Or at least, they try to. They wobble a bit and you don't think their aim will be that great at this short range. Or at any range.

At the edge of hearing you think you hear a bunch of angry grots running behind you. They might be coming to tell you they're impressed by how amazingly you've handled Watson Smasha, so they're going to give him to you! Or so you hope. Maybe you could convince them or something.

>>20881935
Oh right
What do you do?

Rolled 2

>>20881935
Jump ontop of Wall Smasha and ride into Neezmore's Guns slowly.
Also tell the guards that the grots that are coming have come to pull a heist on the shop.
That'll slow em.

>>20881935
Just head on in to the market and deliver the package. Once you own the 60 second market which will totally happen the moment you arrive, you will have economic power! No grot is gonna mess with a grot with economic power!

Rolled 11

>>20881971
I should probably roll for that, even though it is just walking forward.

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>>20881971
Should mention that there's only one way through to the market, and that's through the armory.

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Rolled 11

>>20881968
Please... reroll..... Please...

Rolled 13

>>20881935
is going through the armory the only option to getting where we're going?

If yes, then take their advice and get going, through the armory.

If no, do that anyway since Wall Smasha does it before you can get back on him. (probably smells food or blasted giblets of grots inside)

>>20881980
>>20881992
>>20881997

They seem to want you to head back. Into the welcoming arms and shootas of Scrunky and his boyz.
So you do. You sadly mount Washa Small and
Urge him onwards!

And he does with squiggy gusto! The low ceiling does make you regret that the only way to ride a squig is on top of it.
The two guards are caught well, off-guard, and start shooting left and right, the recoil lifts them off their feet. Luckily, neither you nor Squigsby Watson get hit.

After that last blow to the head... You don't know how much more punishment you can handle. Maybe it's time to be a little less bold, a little less daring. At least until you get a chance to recooperate.

Galloping in that waddle-y way that only squigs can manage, you pass through the largest piles of shootas you've ever seen. Anywhere. Just mountains and mountains of shootas, like they were pieces of trash, tossed away without a second thought. And not live firearms that are likely to misfire when just tossed like that.

You could pick one up. You're somewhat surprised there aren't any alarms or anything going off. But you guess the guards are still dealing with recoil. Or possibly Scrunky.

You could pick one up for safekeeping. Or you could continue on. There's a door up ahead.

What do you do?

Rolled 13

>>20882107
continue on. we aren't blue enough to push our luck anymore

Rolled 8

>>20882107
Picking one up seems like a terrible idea and a trap. Which is exactly why we are going to ask Wallsby to scoop up a bunch in his mouth to sort through later.

Rolled 14

>>20882146
I vote for this one. We aren't gonna make it one piece at this rate.

Rolled 1

>>20882107
with our luck we're likely to shoot ourselves in the head.

if that door up ahead is too small for Wall Smasha to fit through, rolling for Wall Smasha to smash through the wall.

if it's big enough already then no need to waste time picking up a shoota, instead, just have Wall Smasha knock over a few piles to block the door on your way out.

>>20882188
and we just finished imagining our head exploding into giblets.

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It was the junior-under-assistant-mek Finkles first day on the job,
with the eagerness that comes from youth he climed the ladders up to the hallowed ground of the foundary level in Boris.
Amongst the swaying furnaces and sliding piles of scrap an important looking grot was shouting at the team pouring shell casings
"NO, NOT LIKE DAT! POUR IT QUICKA, OI ... OI UGLY, YEA YOU, YOU WIV DA FACE WAT YOU DOIN?"

Finkle edged nervily closer to the head grot and offered him a data-slate,
he snached the metal plate from his hands and sniffed as he squinted at the runes drawn in grease paint.
"Yow have been assigned to da Bloomery by da wisdom of da council of finkin fings, long may de guide us.
In dis Gork'z Bloomery wez make iron and iron accessories. Da work is 'ard un ugly butz we dois it betta dan eny over of da ova free blast furnacez in Boris,
Yea seems loik this is yor furst day on da job. Mi namez Senoir-grot-mek Thud da first or to you, Forge Masta.
Yau got a lot ta lurn boy, but we'll look afta, coz ya find us fair and hard workin lot here and you'z turn arund in 45 years find yourself a supervisour.
Coz I fink yus a kleva boi you's go far 'ere.
Keep ya nose clean an yors mouf shut and we's guna have no problems."
He smiled and offered a blackened hand.
Finkle met his grip and looked him in the eye and then smiled.
"So, er boss. Whut yu wantin me doin now?" Finkle rung his hands nerviously together,

>>20882146
>>20882150
>>20882163

Yeah... It's probably better not to risk taking a shoota. At least until you get blue paint to slather over yourself. That's probably why that one grot was so blue. It's actually quite an excellent plan. Actually, why not cover all of the Scraplootas with blue paint as they run out into battle? They'd be the luckiest Orks ever! That's a good enough idea to make you 'Ead 'Oncho. You're sure of it.

You have Wall Smasha tip over a pile of shootas before you leave. No idea how effective that will be. But there's no way grots can ignore just shootas lying all over the floor like that. So you hope.

The door is to a lift. You get off your giant squig and manage to squeeze him into it. You can also just barely fit.

The lift has two buttons. One with a red arrow pointing up, and one with a blue arrow pointing down.

Which do you press?

Also, once the doors close, and you're on the way, do you prepare for trouble?

Rolled 13

>>20882107
As a proud leader of grots we should delegate the crude task of shootin' stuff to lesser grots.
Forwards and onwards!

Rolled 7

>>20882276
Down. And make it double.

>>20882264

"Well as its yor first day I fink you need to make the tea for da lads,"smirked Thud.
"firs yous find da big pot, den ya grab ya squig, den boil it. den ya ring da big bell and da ladz cum an get da tea. Simples."
Thud pointed him in the direction of a grubby kitchen aneex listing against a bulkhead in the oposite corner of the foundary.
looking returned to shouting at his work gang, Finkle scatched his head and got on about his new found resposibility.
After much fighting with the squig he found bouncing round the corridors,
finally subduing it with a large spanner and dragging it back to the kitchen he looked around for the pot he was supposed to use,
after a good hour he still couldn't find it so he scraped with an old can of GROTOLA a mega-bolta shell clean and filled it with grey-brown water that spurted out of a pipe marked "WARTA" some time later he dropped the portesting squig in and waited for it to come up to the boil.

A large, scrarred and greasy grot came to see what he was doing "So yoi da new tea grot huh?
Dunt worry yus self about Thu, hes a good hart but little distracted he likes his tea wiv a dash of mota oil and sturred wiv a rag, like dis."
he motioned Finkle to cupboard above a hole in the floor,"Yoi wanna use da oil in da yella tin, yea dat one" he grinned.


Finkle was quite pleased with himself by the time he had finished, the tea had gone a pleasing sickly green-purple.
He raised a massive hammer and stuck it with all of his might and to his delight.
The work-grots were slowly starting to assemble around the pot dressed in home-made lead lined aprons and wealding masks staring at him,
clutching assorted tin mugs,
cups and mortar casings."wHER MA TEA?" demanded a particularly dim looking grot. And then he realised what he had to do,

>>20882264
>>20882307
This is a quest thread, not a Scraploota thread in general.

Rolled 2

>>20882276
you came from down, down's not the way you're wanting to be going.

You want to go up, so you push the up arrow button.

You prepare for trouble.

>>20882399
But the map! Look at the map, we need to go down.

Rolled 9

>>20882433
good thing that was a crappy roll then

YOU PUSH THE BLUE BUTTON CAUSE BLUE IS LUCKY

>>20882307
I've read this somewhere before.

>>20882297
>>20882483
With a gulp and crossed fingers, you hit the downwards pointing button. You want no trobble. Please.

The lift opens to...

Glorious Capitalism.

60-Second Market spans as far as your eyes can see. You're not quite sure how that works in a spatial sense because this still should be inside the Titan, but you digress. Every single open space is jammed pack with stalls and shops and grots hawking goods to other grots. And even Boyz! There are Boyz milling about, looking at wares, shootas, choppas, buckets of paint, and exchanging teef with grots. Like they were equals. Like the Boyz couldn't just bully the grots into giving them everything.
It looks like you could buy just about anything here. From squigpies to massive fried bug legs. Shootas of all shapes and sizes, choppas bigger than you, sparkly bitz that you have no idea what they do. Things looted from humies, things looted from pointy-headed gits, things looted from spikey-emo gits, things looted from who knows what. There's even a vendor for large squigs, though not as large as Wall Watson.

This... This is home. This is rolling in the teef. Here, a grot could make it big. You know it. You can feel it. That grot is you. The whole thing is too much, and you start weeping in joy. This was a good choice. If you didn't have plans to become the Top Chef of the Grotocracy, you could stay here your entire life.

Every other non-open space is packed full of machinery. And even then, opportunistic grots seem to have placed their goods where ever they could.

You know, for something called 60-Second Market, nothing is really happening every minute.

There's a rumbling as Boris starts to move.

Rolled 17

>>20882555
ohshit, try and hold on to something and/or not get crushed by Boris

>>20882555
Grots scramble everywhere.
The machinery starts to move, chopping mostly, some of smashing. Some of it rotating at high speeds. Every minute, the floor shifts. Gaps open up, stores are smashed into each other, Orks are torn apart by sudden movement.

Gotta be a fast and lucky git to make your deals here. Incredibly Orky.
Welcome to the 60-Second Market.

Two orders of business:
You have to report to work! ...However you do that.

You have a package to deliver! ...But you don't know to where. Perhaps someone can help you.

Strolling down to market level with your giant squig behind you, you have a sense that all will be right!
Time to start making it big!

What do you do?

>Brb dinner

Rolled 5

>>20882589
first thing's first, deliver the package.

Blue said it was fer sum git named Zizz 'n' Bitz, time to start asking around.

Rolled 3

>>20882694
OK, don't ask around, start yelling for him to show his ugly mug.

Rolled 12

>>20882589
We are best Package Grot.

Rolled 20

>>20882589
Time to find who need this package.

Rolled 2

>>20882887
Well that went better than expected

>>20882887
well, looks like Zizz 'n' Bitz is going to have a big glowing sign over his head with loud speakers saying his name all around it.

>>20882694
>>20882791
>>20882887
Package first because you are the best Package Grot. No silly gits can stay this messenger about his duty. You got this far! There is nothing in your way to fulfilling your promise to your personal saint!

Well, okay, there's a lot of 60-Second Market to get through.

Dodging in between moving smashy pillars and gaping holes, (You left Squigsby Smasha at a Squig Stand. You will definitely find a way to pay the Grot manning it. Grotting it?) you make your way into the depths of the 60-Second Market. Better to lose yourself a little anyway, in case your pursuers are still pursuing. It's fairly easy to dodge all of the hazards, as long as you're not standing in one place, trying to strike a deal as a customer, you guess. You notice that just about all of the dealers and shopkeepers are always out of harm's way.

Remembering back, the blue grot had said something about Zizz 'n' Bitz. But there aren't exactly signs in the 60-Second Market. Not that you'd be able to read it.

There is a large explosion. You turn to watch as sparks fly and lightning arcs somewhere over to your left. Bitz rain down from the sky.
...Oh dear.

But that was zizz and those were bitz. You think you may have found your grot!

[1/2]

>>20882961
Hurrying over the best you can, the now-roofless shop that is probably Zizz 'n' Bitz is in disarray. Grots keep eyeing each other, wondering if it's about time to start looting the displayed goods while dodging sliding pillars and mashy pistons. As you walk towards them, everyone starts looking away and whistling.

It is quite tempting, all of those shiny bitz. You have no idea what any of them do, but you want them anyway. They probably zizz. That's enough for you. But remembering your duty, you enter the main part of the shop.

There is a grot collapsed on the floor and blackened with soot. He seems to be groaning still.

What do you do?

>>20883006
Find out if hes who we need to deliver this package to. If so, deliver that package!

>>20883087
Oh, and have Wallsmasha guard the shop.

Rolled 19

>>20883006
Slap him awake and ask him if he's Zizz 'n' Bitz, if not, loot the place.

>>20883087
>>20883117

Slap slap.
"Oi! Is dis Zizz 'n' Bitz?"
"Grotface? Is dat you?" The prone grot coughs slightly, "Grotface, I dun fink I'm gonna make it."

...But is this Zizz 'n' Bitz?

"Of course, stupid git! I know yer slow but--" He groans and reaches for his side. On closer inspection, it seems his torso has been punctured something bad by large fragments metal.

You're at Zizz 'n' Bitz! Time to deliver your package!

"Listen, Grotface..."

Hand him the package and be on your way?

>>20883206
No! It is our duty as delivery grot to ensure the well-being of the recipient as well as the delivery!
Besides, it doesn't do much for our reputation if the only person who praise our name is dead.

Rolled 6

We can't just leave a good grot down! How are we ever gonna get some respect around here without some teef if we don't have anyone in our debt? Let's try and patch him up.

Rolled 10

>>20883258
Pep talk of healing time?

Rolled 7

>>20883206
well, not gonna get any fame from a dead grot.

Listen to what he's got to say since you're at the store, but we don't know if this is the right grot to give the package to.

>>20883227
>>20883258
>>20883277
You kneel down to see what you can do. This grot needs to see the Mad Dok. And fast. Like an hour before the explosion even went off, fast. You grab his hand and tell him to hold on.

"Grotface, I know you ain't da smartest git in dis market, but yer doin' just fine, even though I yell at you all da time. Dat nob Zizzbitz expects us ta move all dese bitz, and we can't let 'im down just 'cause I ain't around no more."

You try to explain to him that you aren't Grotface, you're another grot. A package grot. Got him a package. And he has to hold on. Because who else will sign for this package? There's a line for a signature! You can't sign it yourself! Also you need someone to owe you. Desperately.

But he won't have any of that, he shakes his head slowly. "I'm gonna leave all dis to you, Grotface. Don't zog it up too hard. I believe in ya."

With a slight sigh, his face relaxes and he stops breathing.

...He didn't get to sign the package.

You're standing in the middle of a shop that just kind of survived an explosion with a dead grot in it. A shop that was kind of left to you. Kind of. As long as Grotface or whoever doesn't come back.

Which he does.

"Listen, boss! I fink I got da two zizzy bitz mixed up! Don't... Oh zog."

What do you do?

Rolled 4

>>20883394
ask him to sign for the package... and also tell him that you probably work at this shop now.

Rolled 7

>>20883394
Inspiring rally speech! Oh, and hand him the package.

Rolled 16

>>20883463
This.

Might also want to invoke our amazing diplomacy powers to convince him that we tried to help best we could, but even the doc couldn't fix this mess. Sympathies abound.

>>20883494
Diplomacy really is the magic word it seems.

>>20883463
>>20883464
>>20883494
There come a time in every grot's life that he gets full ownership of a store handed to him by mistake. At least, you're pretty sure. But this is something you're going to do right. Because not only are you a smart cookie, you're a noble one. A noble grot.

"He's just sleepin' roight? He's okay, roight? Oh zog..."

"Listen, Grotface. Dere ain't anyway around it. Yer boss is gone. But it ain't no time fer grievin'. He left you in charge. He said to me, 'I know I've given ol' Grotface a hard time an' all, but I still trust da git. An' I'm gonna have 'im take over da shop. 'Cause I believe in dat grot.'"
You walk over to him and place a hand on his shoulder.
"An' lookin' at ya roight now, I fink I see wot he saw in ya. Dis is yer chance ta shine, Grotface. Yer own shop! You can do it! I believe in you too!"

Grotface, who had been on the verge of tears, hardens his resolve with your words. He nods. "I need ta get Boss otta here. But I fink he'd want me ta finish dis sale first."

You nod, hand him the package, which he signs with confidence.
...Does he think he could give you a job?
"'Ow about dis, you go an' take care of selling bitz fer now, an I'll go dump Boss's body."

How about it? You could probably go find work elsewhere, if you choose.

>>20883723
We get a delivery job from a blue grot and suddenly we co-own a shop and you want to work elsewhere? No! This is clearly a blessing o Gork AND Mork upon us. Snubbing it would just invite all sorts of dreadful bad luck.

>>20883723
To be clear, are we dumping the body or selling the bitz?

>>20883750
You are selling bitz, Grotface is going to go dump the body.

Rolled 5

>>20883723

Lets do it! What are we selling?

Rolled 16

>>20883723
Let's put on our game face and make a good impression on our new partner/boss! Let's get this shop back in shape and selling bitz.

>>20883747
>>20883775
>>20883784
Game face time. You crack your knuckles. Time to turn a profit. Time to show the world how a grot's grot does business.

You are selling bitz. Flashy pieces of metal and wiring. That is about all that you can say about the job. Grots and Boyz alike pass your wares while dodging massive pistons and gaps in the floor. You also have the feeling that the shop is slowly rotating to the right. The grots that stop by always haggle. But being quite cunning yourself, you haggle back. You even catch a few shoplifters, and blast their fingers off with the tiny shoota given to you.

All in all, by the time Grotface returns, you've sold fifteen bitz for seventy-six teef and an order of squiglegs. Business is good!

Grotface goes inside to clean up the place, maybe even patch up the roof. Though he's beginning to wonder why a roof is even necessary if the whole Market is indoors. You have a feeling that this was what Grotface did all the time. Behind the store front stuff. It's a good thing he's got someone who's gonna make it big like you!

Hold up.

There's a grot looking at your bitz, and he's got that string around his neck, and he's wearing those flashy clothes members of the Grotocracy always wear. You strike a conversation with him, and he seems willing to answer some of your questions, since he represents the Market and other parts of the right leg and all. He has to look out for his constitu-- consti-- fellow grots.

What will you ask?

>>20883954
>>20883965
Get the skinny on that blue grot.

Rolled 10

>>20883965
>>20883973
Try and impress this grot while we're at it, we could use some connections.

Rolled 18

>>20883965
Ask him if he knows Zizzbitz, the fellow who apparently tells the grotz at this shop what to do.

>>20883973
"Wot? Blue grot? You mean da Mek Grot, Blue? What's 'er to ya? You new here or sumfin?
Oh, you is new. Eh, she's just a blue grot. Dunno 'ow dat happened. Zizzbitz keeps 'er around 'cause she's damn handy and lucky to boot. She's a weird un, hangs around da nobs too much. Doesn't 'ave much ta do wid Titanopolis. But we got enough reason to leave 'er alone."

Wait? She? Her? This is still a grot we're talking about, right?

>>20884133
"Zizzbitz? Dat Nob ain't all dere. 'E's da Big Mek. He's da one wid da crazy mechanical eye, an he's real soft on Blue. He actually sometimes comes down to da Market. A Nob! Down here! Looks at all da stuff da grots looted from da battlefield dat da bigger Boyz passed up. Sometimes buys sumfin. I hear he mucks about a lot too, but never gets krumped. Ya never heard dat from me, though."
>>20884111
"...I'll give you dis much, you seem like an okay grot. I'll give ya my name, Snaggleteef. If dere's sum kind of openin' in da Grotocracy, I could put in a good word fer ya, but..." He motions for you to get close, "It ain't gonna come free. Truth is, if yer want an openin' in da Grotocracy, you gotta make it yerself, if ya know what I mean."

He seems to be deciding between two bitz now, you could probably ask him a few more questions before he leaves.

Rolled 4

>>20884395
Ask him who the biggest groups here in the 60 second market are, always good to have an eye on the competition.

Rolled 13

>>20884395
Now we've learned something interesting here, not only are we in a position to start our ascent into the Grotocracy, but we're also working directly under the Big Mek, who our blue savior also works directly for.

Ask him if there might be any gits that wouldn't be missed if they were to go missing.

>>20884425
"Wot? Competition? Well, Zizz 'n' Bitz is da only shop allowed ta sell zizzy bitz. Well, some udda shops will have mebbe one or two bitz here an' dere. But dey don't dare specialize in bitz. 'Cause da whole Nob sponsorship fing. Zizz 'n' Bitz is almost untouchable.
I says almost 'cause a group of Shootists are lookin' ta get into the zizzy bitz market. Dey ain't about ta rain Nobby 'ell on Titanopolis an' da Grotocracy, dat is suicide fer all grots, an' dey ain't dat stupid. 'Sides, we would 'ave da problem 'taken care of' before sumfin like dat would 'appen. You didn't hear nuffin like dat from me though. But keep an eye out fer dem Shootist gits."

>>20884501
"Any gits dat won't be missed? Now just one minnut. Members o' da Grotocracy ain't allowed ta kill udda grots! Unless fer personal advancement, an' even den, if ya ken be traced back, you ain't nearly cunnin' enough fer da Grotocracy. Dere's only one grot wid an exception to dat rule. And you ain't dat grot. So I can't give ya no pointers."

He finally picks a bitz out, and gives you six teef for it, flicking you an additional one for your troubles.

You can probably get one last question for him while he's leaving.

Rolled 6

>>20884718
Who said anything about killing grotz?

Plenty of other, less messy ways to make an opening.

Rolled 20

>>20884718
Ask him where we can find him so if we've got any favors we can pull for him or the Grotocracy we know we aren't clueless.

We should also probably start thinking about finding our beloved Squig once the boss gets back to take over.

>>20884841
Fuck, forgot to add thank him for the advice and answers.

Rolled 3

>>20884718
Ask him if there's an easy way to get a pass to move about Titanopolis, like joining the security force or something.

>>20884890
Eesh, or don't. Damn dice.

>>20884782
>>20884841
>>20884870
Snaggleteef waves his hand in response.
"Of course we ain't talkin' about killing grots. Dat would be terrible. We ain't allowed to do such fings.
If yer still interested, dere's an' interest meetin' of sorts by da Smasha Condominiums tonight. If ya happen ta be around."

You thank him, and he smiles.
"Da Grotocracy needs up an' comin' grots to keep da big wigs on their toes. I hope to see you around, Mr.--?"
Squigbozz Bigstompa Stabslap Grotgrattle
"Er. Right. Squigbozz, den."

>>20884890
As he's leaving, you shout this last question, but he doesn't seem to have heard you.

>>20885028
Grotface comes out to examine your selling aptitude, and seems quite impressed! Especially because you knew none of the prices. He's never thought about arbitrarily raising them and seeing if grots still buy.

He seems to be about to relieve you for right now. Stretching, you realize you've been at this business for a few hours already. And it looks like business is winding down. Grots are going back down the leg, and Boyz are heading back up. Grotface is happy with your work today, and he expects to see you back, bright and early. You have earned 5 teef, 6 including that one tipped by Snaggleteef.

You can ask Grotface questions.
You can go check up on Wall Smasha.
That "interest meeting" isn't for another few hours.

What do you do?

Rolled 4

>>20885125
Grot Face is kinda slow in the head from what you've heard, but it'd be bast to ask him how to get to da Smasha Condominiums.

and yeah, you should probably see if Wall Smasha is still yours and not re-claimed/stolen.
You're gonna need some kind of protection when you head to the meeting.

Rolled 16

>>20885125
Let's go set off to find Wall Smasha then, he couldn't have gotten himself into too much trouble.

>>20885238
By Gork and Mork, I'm on fire tonight! Three 16's and a 20, praise the dice gods. Hope you don't mind the rampant success OP.

>>20885287
I've gotten a few high rolls and a shit load of 4s.

I bet Wall Smasha has already become king squig of wherever he was left with the type of luck he seems to always get.

>>20885199
>>20885238
You go off to find Wall Smasha, who is still at the Squig Stand. He seems to have made a meal out of some other poor git's squig. Maybe three poor gits' squigs. It's two teef to retrieve your Squig.
Whatever Boris was doing, he seems to have finished doing. The machinery enbedded in the 60-Second Market slows down to a halt.

It looks like this was a successful day of staring on your journey to making it big! Four whole teef to your name! This is just getting better and better. Just to think yesterday you had none!

Plus, you have an interest meeting to get to tonight, who knows what tomorrow will bring?

GROTQUEST 2 END

Just put it up on suptg.

Welp, another quiet quest. I'd continue but I kind of have a splitting headache. GrotQuest will continue next Wednesday, same time, unless someone has a better idea.

It's just you two guys from before, huh. Ah well. Hopefully it'll pick up once we start plotting murder.

Welp, comments? Critique?

>>20885418
good run today.

I have to wonder if the same spot in the left leg is just as volatile as the 60 second market.

4 teef and the casino is right next to the next stop on the list.

>>20885418
Thanks OP, was a blast. What's the schedule for the next one?

>>20885500
Sorry, phone was taking forever to post, disregard.

>>20885495
Theres at least three of us in here, by the looks of it. I think you're doing fine for the moment.

>>20885495
I'd say there were AT LEAST 5 rollers this time.
Certainly more than just 2.

So far I'm liking this quest for fleshing out all those locations inside of Boris that are named, but we don't really know too much about.

Once we start getting more sneaky and cunning I'm sure things will pick up.
Guess we played it straight for the first day in Boris.

>>20885532
Not this guy but to add on to this, I really like the internal voice you've given the MC. Fits the tone nicely.

>>20885495
I'd say you did fine, wasn't anything I could pick out that seemed wrong. Looking forward to the next one, I'll make sure to be around.

All righty then. I guess I'll see you guys in a week!

Until then, Scraplootas General?

Well, we can let this thread fall off the face of the board as well.

>>20885720
if anyone's got anything Scraploota related to post, this would be an opportune thread to post it in now.

Someone might want to update the 1d4chan wiki page for Boris to include locations within Boris though.

>>20885495
I was here aswell.