Ivan, your werebear friend, is many things. Subtle, however, not being one of those things. Indeed, his dinner-plate sized hand on your shoulder alone would be enough to make his urgency well known. It isn't at all necessary that he shake you back and forth with enough force that you barely manage to stay on your feet.

“Hey, yeah the helicopter's great, but it's going to be a long flight if you don't have any vodka. Scratch that, even some mouthwash might work at this point.” You stutter, barely able to keep your grip on the receiver.

“...Vodka?” Comes the uncertain response.

Ivan freezes.

“What is vodka?” The catgirl on the other end's voice conveys that you may as well be speaking gibberish.

“Just go on without me.” The giant Russian relinquishes his hold on you before curling into a ball on the snow underfoot.

As Bill attempts to pull Ivan back to his feet, with little result, you gaze around and try to get your bearings. Luckily for you, the girl on the other end seems to know this place far better than you. Even after just a few of your rambling observations, she seems to know exactly where you are.

“Ah! Just wait where you are and we'll find you in a bit!”

“Eh? Really? Well I mean I guess but are you sure?”

“Please,” The girl says, cattily, “this is nyathing.”

While your friends set about in a joint endeavor to get Ivan to make the last push through sobriety, you have a chance all to yourself to sit down and assess it all. Everything you've been through just to get to this point, how lucky you've been to have almost everything go your way. The hefty sword in your hand, point in the snow, testament to your journey. The ornate blade inlaid with veins of the blue ice gem.

Papa's back? FUCK YEEEEEEAH!

Oh shit Papa-N.

Bitch, where you been?

>>23243016
Papa!!! Good to see you.
>>23243065
How they not know vodka?

A sword you're going to stab yourself, possibly the only way to defeat the spreading ice core in your chest. It's pure insanity with zero scientific basis, even you know this.

But you'll be damned if you ever let science stop you.

You're far from ready to resign yourself to death.

“You alright?”

Glancing up you see Bill, your long-time Incubus friend, standing just above you on the slope.

“You kidding? I'm fucking ecstatic.” You spin the hilt of the large sword around, kicking up snow from the slope, the white powder carried by the wind.

“Scared?”

“Fucking terrified.” You nod.

“Be crazy if you weren't.” Bill nods.

For a good long moment both of you stare out at the crazy, desolate wasteland beyond the craggy mountain. The heavy radiation gear a suffering reminder of just how harsh this place is. You'll be glad to be out of here.

“You know that we're not out of this yet, right?”

You grin, shake your head, and can't hold back your laughter as you stand up and brush the snow off your suit.

“You know you've been called a downer before?”

“Once or twice.” Bill shrugs.

The broment is interrupted by something running hard into your legs and wrapping itself around you.

“I told you, I can't magic up booze!” Suyettar shouts at Ivan, who is once again on his feet.

However you, Bill, and even Tomoe all stop doing anything. The sound of the mountain and blowing of snow all that fills your senses.

“You're a witch, though, so... Why not?” Tomoe finally breaks the ice.

“I'm underage.” The little horrible witchloli sticks out her tongue as she winks and raps herself on the head lightly.

Hah, finally caught any of your threads alive Papa-N. Just finished reading all of GenA after going through HL.

I must say I'm anxious to see what happens next.

>>23243116
Been away for too long.

>>23243199
Just rough times, man. But right now is monstergirl time.

Which is the best time.

>>23243209
It's good to be back.

>>23243253
Hope you're up to speed on Z&W and HLQ because both are going to be continuing.

>>23243248
I never should have let you off that leash.

>>23243273
>Just rough times, man.
Ah sad to hear. Hopefully everything has worked out for the better?

>But right now is monstergirl time.
>Which is the best time.
Damn right.

>>23243016
Also should mention how much I still love this drawing.

Been trying to improve, myself.

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>>23243273
>HLQ
>continuing

>>23243273
>Hope you're up to speed on Z&W and HLQ because both are going to be continuing.

Well, I was planning to start Z&W after going through Gen-A. Seeing as this is the 'Final' thread, I'm probably going to catch up fast to be up to date when you post a new one.

On a side note: I offer my (admittedly mediocre) drawfagging abilities Papa-N. If you wish to see anything drawn, drop a request for me. Those threads are way too much fun for me to pass up, and I finally got some edge on drawing monstergirls thanks to HoboQuest.

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Holy shit, a papa-n thread?! It's been, fuck, forever since I've seen one of these. I don't know if my body is ready.

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>>23243329
My current plan is to alternate, thread to thread, between Z&W and HLQ.

Pic related, if not bug-eyed and ill proportioned. Been trying to become decent enough to at least make Eight's little VN somewhat drawn.

>>23243332
You're more than welcome to draw whatever you wish.

As always, though, I'd rather leave the suggestions up to others ITT. It's much more fun to see what comes of that.

>>23243346
All the better for the HUEing

“P-put me downnnn!!!!”

“Try shaking her harder.” Bill offers, and you increase the violence of your motions, Suyettar suspended by her ankles as you attempt to coax some alcohol out of her as one might shake down the nerdy lizardkid for his lunch money. The little witch is both attempting to flail and at the same time hold her dress from falling down.

“No good.” You sigh, dejectedly, and set her down on her head in the snow, “Sorry pal, looks like you'll have to endure it a while longer.”

Ivan offers no verbal response, but even though his mask you can see the shellshock in his eyes.

It really is time to get home.

Ivan back to Essa and sweet, sweet inebriation.

Bill back to... Well, you aren't sure what he and Tomoe are going to go back to. You recall that situation was slightly complicated, and something about a technical...

As for you, you just hope that Karin hasn't figured out how her Echidna magic works. Though you then realize that she could have already designed all horrible manner of vore mecha to punish you when you get back.

“Ah,” You jolt, “How the fuck are we getting back?”

[ ] Get whatever vehicles the catgirls have working and try to circumvent the military on the way out

[ ] Contact Karin and see about borrowing Jimbo's war dirigible

[ ] Try to reason with the military as to why you're deep inside the deadlands and see if they will just come pick you up

[ ] Attempt to sneak out on foot

[ ] Other?

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEEEEEN

I WAS SO WORRIED

>>23243430
>[x] Get whatever vehicles the catgirls have working and try to circumvent the military on the way out

If that fails

>[x] Contact Karin and see about borrowing Jimbo's war dirigible
>[x] Try to reason with the military as to why you're deep inside the deadlands and see if they will just come pick you up

Should we try to fly the dirigible into the deadlands without any notice they'd probably be shot down before they realize it. Might want to inform them about it. Probably a bad plan, but we ain't got anything else.

On another note: If any of you have HLQ or Gen-A related requests, drop them and I'll see what I can do. I'd also offer to do some art for Eight's LN, but I doubt it'd come out looking well enough.

>>23243430
>[ ] Get whatever vehicles the catgirls have working and try to circumvent the military on the way out

Hate to impose on them anymore but the war dirigible might just get shot down. Walking? In this place, ha. (Unless we want hue)

Military is a maybe ... a big one.

>>23243430
>[x] Get whatever vehicles the catgirls have working and try to circumvent the military on the way out
[x] Contact Karin and see about borrowing Jimbo's war dirigible
It would help if we have friends on the outside when we get to the border, if we have to shoot our way out.

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>>23243430
No no no! Don't shake the loli!

And let's head out on foot. Surely nothing could go wrong?

>>23243430
[X] Get whatever vehicles the catgirls have working and try to circumvent the military on the way out

But have the dirigible waiting in the wings to come in should we need a 'big damn heroes' moment from our friends.

>>23243430
Make military believe that there's an attack coming from the deadlands and thus troll a collective shit-in-pants reaction from them.

THEN contact them and try to reason with them. Everybody likes a good joke.

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>>23243467
It's a long story that I'd rather not get into at the moment. The last week and half has been much better.

Also been attempting to draw some.

But I'm back and doing alright.

>>23243509
I'm not much of an artist but I'd like to improve enough to at least do characters.

I have always wondered what /tg/ thinks Max and Eight look like, as I never really described them in much detail.

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>>23243430
[x] Get whatever vehicles the catgirls have working and try to circumvent the military on the way out

Hopefully something fast.

Welcome back Papa, we've missed you.

“Hey guys, how ARE we getting back?” You ask, leaving it rather open ended.

Though before anyone can offer up a suggestion, the telltale rotor noise of a Hind-D gunship echoes across the frozen mountain.

“That's it...” You stop in a sudden moment of clarity.

Surely; you reason, if the catgirls have survived out here this long...

“They've got to have some fast vehicles. Ground ones... Yeah... Yeah we load up...” You attempt to scratch at your stubble, though the thick suit doesn't allow for that.

“Good lord he's attempting to think. Everyone get back a safe distance!” Bill gasps, scrambling back in a dramatic showing.

“Har har. You got a better idea, horn-boy?”

Bill opens his mouth, raises a finger, but immediately stops.

“No.” He admits after a moment.

“Didn't think so.”

You raise the radio again, even as you watch the Hind coming in the distance. Hopefully the pilot can manage this snowy peak...

“Hey, how many cans of tuna would it cost me to get you to cobble together maybe something like a fleet of old supertrucks or something? There doesn't happen to be a formula one garage in that bunker of yours, does there?” You release the button of the radio and wait.

It's a good long pause before you hear the reply.

“What the hell are you even talking about?”

You'll take that as a no. Well maybe no racecars, but surely they have something capable of traversing this harsh land. Preferably at high speed, though you'll settle for a hundred across rough terrain.

“I think you may be setting your bar slightly too high.” Suyettar offers.

“Shut up, you. Reading my mind is against the rules. That's a paddling.”

Unfortunately the Hind nears before you're able to find a suitable device. However that doesn't stop you from firmly securing the leash and dragging her behind you toward the rotorwash.

“Yo!” The small crew inside the rear of the large gunship offer as they lower the ramp and all of you clamor aboard.

“Nyaa.” You return.

They don't appear bemused.

“Whatever. Take me to your leader.” You wave off their blank stares and take a seat on the decrepit bench bolted against the wall.

Though your vision wanders around the insides of the near-ancient Soviet helicopter, it finally falls to rest on a gaze that is boring into you. Not in a bad way, you've seen this look before...

“What?”

The smallest catgirl on the craft, opposite you, jolts and attempts to make it appear as though she had been doing anything other than staring right at you.

“She's excited.” One of the others offers, her vision shifting between the young girl and you.

“Well I know I'm basically a rockstar but I've got to be honest, I'm not touring anymo...”

“Merte says we might be leaving with you!” The little catgirl blurts out, loudly, before covering the front of her mask and looking shocked even at herself.

“Hey, don't go spreading stupid rumors.” The older one next to her elbows the little one in the shoulder.

You're well aware, now, that all of your friends are staring right at you.

“Well I mean, come on. Obviously if there are catgirls around I'd like to take them back with me, right? We can't just leave them here.” You attempt to justify your position, surprised that any of them would feel any different.

“Oh I'm not arguing that we should certainly do anything in our power to help them. I just didn't take you for a philanthropist.” Tomoe nods slightly in approval, as though you've undergone some revolutionary change.

>>23244117
Despite all of his numerous flaws Erik is actually a pretty good person, heart of gold and all that.

>>23244117
>>23244160
and dont forget, that if we dont do this, it will probably never be catgirls, not for us, and not for anyone else

>>23244117
I thought it'd never be catgirls again, now that I've found them I'm damn sure going to try to help them.

“Don't lie, you just want to be known as the man who saved the catgirl race.” Bill has to lean forward to see you.

“I'm sorry, am I somehow acting crazy? I mean here I am trying to save an endangered group and you're all mocking me!” You puff as though indignant.

“...But you're right.” You finally concede, “Though that's just a perk. A PERK!”

Tomoe sniggers along with Suyettar.

“I... I'm a scoundrel, I swear!” You stand up now, mind racing to figure something out.

“See, look! I can even be mean to the little one!” You sneer, victorious.

Until you hear what sounds like purring and turn around to witness in horror as your hand, moving on its own, is petting the little catgirl's head.

BASTARD! You'd commanded him to mess with her ears, not this! He'll pay for his treachery later.

“Look, look! His hand is still moving!” Suyettar cackles, in stitches now.

You forcibly remove your traitor hand with your other and return to your seat, blocking out the outside world by shutting your eyes.

Ivan, apparently woken temporarily from his sobriety coma, sits up from a deep slouch.

“This sound... Is flying vodka wagon?!” He gazes around as if expecting a full bar, only to again slouch in disappointment when he sees that there is not in fact a vodka dispensary. It must be surprising and incredibly heartbreaking for him, as those were standard issue on more or less any werebear vehicle.

“Is this a new record for you?” Tomoe asks, apparently really concerned about him.

Though actually when you stop to think about it, it may well be. For as long as you've known him, you don't think you've ever once seen Ivan stone cold sober for any real length of time. Hell, even when there was a minor push for reform in the werebear army, it only lasted a day because the collective generals got caught taking a “break” from strategy planning to attempt to race T-72s.

Which they did, in fact, do.

And might have gotten away with it, too, had several of them not managed to put their tanks through the headquarters.

Even then, it might have been explainable.

Until one of them then proceeded to push himself from the tank; stumble toward the shocked gathering of foreign diplomats, trip while attempting to offer a salute, and end up crushing the slime representing your nation's own military.

“Pretty average Thursday, to be honest.” Had been Ivan's response at the time.

>>23243509
You could draw the khornette. What did she eat, bloodcakes or something?

Fuck, HLQ was so long ago. Need to go crunch the archives.

>>23244565

Might give it a shot, but seeing as this will be the first time I'll draw anything Chaos-related besides Orkz, there's bound to be a metric shitload of people who'll be burning with fury the second I post it.

So yeah. I'll give it a shot.

Also, werebear Russia sounds like a really cool place. It probably isn't. But still.

>>23244565
Kaleshi - bloodwaffles and bloodcorn (popcorn + blood)
Seemed like fitting food.

“He threw up inside her!” You'd gawked.

“We've all been there at one time.”

“No. No we have not.”

“Eh? Well whatever.” Ivan had then returned to watching out the pillbox, bottle clutched in his hand.

Now, though, removed from his life force, Ivan offers no answer before drifting back to his prior state.

“Your friend, is he hurt?” One of the catgirls asks, though not appearing overly concerned.

“Him? Yeah, he'll be fine. Though he might not walk so well so we'll probably kinda have to carry him.”

“Like a teddy bear?” The little one asks.

“Sure. A teddy bear that weighs as much as a small car.”

While the rest of them ponder as to how, exactly, they're going to even begin to help Ivan along, you have your own thoughts to sort out. The military doesn't know your here. Nobody is supposed to be here, which is why you had to sneak in.

The way you figure, letting them know you're here is going to cause a lot more problems than it's going to alleviate. The issues of how and why you got in, why you have a giant ancient sword, and where in the fuck you found a bunch of catgirls...

Those questions all have their time and place, but this isn't likely either of those.

No. Better to be sneaky and try to just speed your way on out. Merte is bound to know some potential routes through the military lines, and once you're out of here, than you can worry about how you should go about collecting your nobel prize.

They still give those out, right? Shit, you should have probably read more than the comics in newspapers. Maybe payed a bit of attention in school.

You can't tell Karin that you had this revelation, though.

She might try to make you study or something.

That thought makes you shudder in your radiation suit.

>>23244378
>>23244390
>>23244667

Ah shit, I have school in an hour and Papa N starts a thread. Fuck my life

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>>23243273
>HLQ continuing
...EIGHTS ADVENTURE HOOOOO!
Krieger girl will be best girl.
>>23244667
>Studying
The Kriegers say it best.

The chopper begins to descend toward the deadlands floor and the hidden bunker that for far too long has housed this lost race of catgirls.

Damn, you think to yourself. If there's even ONE catboy left in the world, he's one lucky little shit. How would that conversation even go? “Hey, we need you to save your species. With your penis.”

“God damn, is there even enough gatorade left in the world?"

"What?" Tomoe raises an eyebrow.

You act as though you hadn't heard her. Better she not know, for you don't know if she would be able to comprehend the fate of that one man, if he exists. His life, while rewarding, will be one of hardship. Hardship to softship.

*snigger*

Ivan is at least somewhat cooperative when, at last, it comes time to get him out of the chopper. He doesn't protest at all as you and Bill roll him down the ramp and onto the sand floor below.

One of the catgirls winces noticeably, "That had to hurt."

"What?" You look between her and Ivan, "No! No he'll be fine."

[ ] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles

[ ] Just start asking random catgirls to show you around

[ ] It's just a bunker, you can find vehicles yourself

[ ] Other?

>>23244970

[x] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles
[x] Just start asking random catgirls to show you around

Why not both?

>>23244970
>[ ] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles
This might need to be a pretty quick exfil. Figuring out just how fast it can be might be good.

>>23244970
>[ ] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles

Get right to the point. If rest of crew wants to show our peeps around as we get some rides ready, sure, whatever.

>>23244970
>[ ]Other
"Hey, you know, if we get back, I think Ivan might able to find you a catboy or two..."

Lets set the fucker up.

>>23244970
[X] Just start asking random catgirls to show you around

And by "Ask" I mean "Grab them and tell them to get a move on, wink wink."

>>23244970
>[x] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles

>catboy
Little motherfucker, probably wins every bet he places with that luck.

>>23244970
[x] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles

And or asking random catgirls. Maybe we can find some kind of booze ration.

>>23244661
>there's bound to be a metric shitload of people who'll be burning with fury the second I post it.
I doubt that. I certainly would like to see it.

As for werebear Russia, we'd all like to see it.

>>23244739
Sorry. I have classes tomorrow myself.

>>23244805
I have a sneaking suspicion /tg/ might just cole train Krieger route.

>>23245160

Ah, fuck it. I already drew Snakemen with AK's, drawing Bears with PKM's shouldn't be that hard. Commencing sketches.

As for the furry part - I once confused some detail when trying to draw a SPESSH MAREEN and ended up giving him a Chaos logo on his pauldron. My mistake, but there's been like ten people who lost their shit over it (or at least were pretending to). I wouldn't care, but I'd hate to see those people mess this thread up.

>>23244970
[x] Ask Merte about the state of her faster vehicles

>>23245090
Seconding

>>23245090
Yes, this.

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>>23245160
THERE ARE NO BREAKS WHERE THE GLORIOUS WOMEN OF KRIEG ARE INVOLVED

A farseer is fine too.

>>23245160
>cole train the Krieger route.

You know it.

>>23245389
>Not wearing protective suit
0/10 would not survive mustard gas attack with.

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>>23245410
Hmmf. Have this instead then.

Oh thank sweet Zeus, I didn't miss the whole thing. Fuck you, Monday classes. Fuck yooooouuuuuuuu.

I pick [X] random catgirls because PLANNING CAN SUCK IT.

>>23245438
You had classes on presidents day?

>>23245438
Business school is a bunch of dicks, sometimes.

>>23245519
You don't?

>>23245519
Presidents day?

>>23245591
Minor Holiday in the U.S. Some places recognize it, most generally don't.

>>23245577
I've never had school on Presidents day, though being fair in my area this is winter break as well.

"GAhhhh! No master, not the hose again!"

"You need to be clean, this is a clean zone, no radiation allowed." You shake your head and hit the water.

"Erik..." Tomoe moves as though to ask you to stop, sees your eyes turn on her, and thinks better of it.

It's Suyettar's fault, her present situation.

She was the one who sprayed you in the back of the head with a jet of ice-cold water, well before you'd had time to prepare yourself.

"You only have yourself to blame." You tell the little witch as she glares, dripping with as much anger as water.

Much to your disdain, it seems that this time, the catgirls have fashioned you some quasi-clothes out of tarp and what appears to be burlap sack. No panties this time.

Shame.

Merte, however, seems to appreciate your new attire. Or rather, the presence of any attire at all. She actually smiles as you and your friends walk in.

"Hey look at what the cats dragged in, right?" You joke, before seriousing the fuck up, placing your hands on her desk, and lowering yourself to her eye level.

"But seriously, what do you think about catboy shotas?"

>>23245610
Ah, up here we have Louis Riel day, although the rest of Canada calls it Family Day

>>23245616
CT?

>>23245632
What DON'T they think about catboy shotas, I'm betting.

"What do I what now?" She balks.

"Nevermind that for now, keep it in your pants, sheesh. Vehicles, lady. We need vehicles. Lots of them. Fast ones."

"I-I don't follow?" She trails off leaving it as more a question than statement.

You glance around at all these fine catgirls and scream internally at the injustice of the world. Though perhaps it would be rude of you to complain, as you've certainly had your share of fortune.

"Some fastmovers, Merte. Enough of them to pack all your girls into. We're busting out of this here deadlands, see? Going to hightail it back to civilization and hopefully give the last catboy on this planet the greatest gift in the history of ever."

The head catgirl tilts her head, ears perched inquisitively, "I still don't know what you're talking about. I mean we have some vehicles but..."

"Gods damn it, if there is a catboy out there, if he is a little shit I will personally extinct the species by offing him for being undeserving... You three... Black, Orange, and Grey."

The three catgirls each point to themselves.

"Yeah, you three. C'mon, let's go. Hustle hustle! You're going to help me get whatever we can rolling."

"But all we have are some old UAZ-469's..."

"Are those fast?" You ask, unsure.

"They have 75 horsepower."

"When we get out of here I'm personally looking up my god of transportation and making damn sure he never gets worshipped again." You groan.

>>23245649
Naah, Maine, I think basically all of New England does it at the same time though.

People get president's day off?

There's such a thing as winter break? I thought that fell over christmas.

>>23245709
We should really think about expounding the benefits of polyamory to Karin for the purpose of species-saving. It really is the best solution. But hey, that's my take on things.

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>>23245709
Seriously, would Eriks girlfriend if we kept one catgirl? Just a tiny one for petting? I'm sure she would like a kitten...

>>23245770
no, that's christmas break.

Winter break is the one you get after a couple of months being buried in snow, though the snow has been lacking a bit the past few years.

>>23245789
She might be okay with it, probably not, but no harm in asking. Just bring her home with us and let her look sad and adorable.

>>23245709
>Top speed of 50mph.

Well fuck. how far and how long do we have to go?

>>23245784
That's what Ivan is for. Or the foxpeople.

>>23245824
Catgirls are a glorious gift everyone should be able to share, good Anon.

>>23245799
Well, we're already keeping Suyettar, so one more small cute thing couldn't hurt....

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>>23245789
Srsly, just one lil catgirl can't hurt, right?
A frisky one

>>23245709
UAZ is gud offroader tho

We can make it work, we just need to open up the intake and exhaust and crank up the compression. They have a carb right?

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>>23245805
Yeah, but is that 50 mph over rough terrain? I think the Deadlands definitely count as "rough terrain".
How do the UAZ's compare with the vehicles Erik saw the military goons in earlier? Can they out run them over the rough spots?

Whatever happened to the Walrus fellow that brought us here in the first place?

>>23245884
What engine made after the fucking 1900's doesn't have a carburetor?

>>23245917
UAZ's are like knock off jeeps. They aren't going to be worth shit mate, compared to modern military vehicles.

As if 75 horsepower wasn't bad enough, the vehicles, at this point, are nearing in on a hundred.

Having apparently mostly fallen out of use, they are in incredibly sad shape. Flat tires, hard tires, missing hoses, engines seized, nothing in the way of fluids. The list goes on and on. Even the three catgirls who you had lead you here appear less cheerful when they see the state of the UAZ's.

Where's a big Minotaur when you need him... Jimbo would be visibly salivating over such an opportunity. He might at least make something of them.

"Hey, you! Don't touch!" A sharp voice cracks through the air as you reach out to mess with an engine.

Out of instinct you pull back. Karin doesn't let you touch things, either. Something about a china in a bull shop or something. You don't usually listen because her chest becomes very bouncing and interesting any time she berates you.

"Who are you?" You ask the catgirl who drops down from a railing to fold her arms and stare. She's wearing greasy overalls and has what appear to be flecks of oil in her otherwise white hair. There's even a spot on her left glasses lens.

"Me? I'm the god emperor of the world outside the deadlands."

"...Even if that were true, you still don't go touching my vehicles." She scowls even harder.

"Your vehicles? Well maybe the need wouldn't be there if these could, in fact, be called vehicles. This is a sorry, sad pile of scrap metal! I need working stuff! Stuff that can outrun what the actual military has! These aren't going to do that!"

The bespectacled catgirl gives you a "no shit, sherlock" look, before pointing toward the far end of the bunker, where a bunch of crates lie under tarps.

"Well you're certainly welcome to dig through the spare parts vehicles, I'd suggest, instead, that we actually go assess the working models."

Distress turns to maybe even calmness when you see that there are fifteen running vehicles.

Doubt turns to confidence when you see that they all appear to be souped up.

And when you read the words "Emergency Rocket Booster. Caution: Do NOT Stand Behind"...

"What's going on in your pants?" The gearhead catgirl asks, adjusting her glasses for a better look.

Papa-N! You return! With Z&W soon to follow? Day of days!

>>23246143
DO NOT INVESTIGATE FOR GIRLFRIENDS USE ONLY

>>23246147
I'm debating as to which thread to have first, Z&W or HLQ2. Leaning toward HLQ2 because I want to give Z&W yet another good re-read to get everything in order. Either way, both will be resuming.

Options:

[ ] Ditch vehicle armament to save weight
[ ] Retain weapons

[ ] Drive lead vehicle
[ ] Let someone who actually knows the way lead

[ ] Call Karin
[ ] What kind of hero announces his stoic return?

>>23246220
[]retain
[]Let someone who knows the way lead
[]call Karin

we have a future now, lets not fuck it up

>>23246220
>[x] Retain weapons
>[x] Let someone who actually knows the way lead
>[x] What kind of hero announces his stoic return?
Second options are best options.

>>23246220
[X] Retain Gun
[X] Icemen lead the way
[X] Suprise!

>>23246143
>She's wearing greasy overalls and has what appear to be flecks of oil in her otherwise white hair. There's even a spot on her left glasses lens.

We are bringing this catgirl home and Karin will have to accept her.
>>23246220
[ ] Retain weapons
[ ] Let someone who actually knows the way lead
[ ] Call Karin
Again I'd like it if we have back up on the other side in case the Military shows up.

>>23246220
[X] Retain weapons
Duh.

[X] Drive lead vehicle
Also Duh.

[X] Call Karin
If we don't we may arrive only to be slain by our angry minowaifu, and that's a pretty shitty way to end a tale.

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>>23246220
[ ] Ditch vehicle armament to save weight
[ ] Drive lead vehicle
[ ] What kind of hero announces his stoic return?

We are the best driver.

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>>23246182
>HLQ2 likely first
>mfw

>>23246143
Rocket boner, don't worry, it'll be around until I'm no longer contemplating riding one or actually doing so.

>>23246220
[x]Retain weapons
[x]Drive lead vehicle
[x] Call Karen
We want a bunch of people around when we drive in with our catgirl parade after all.

>>23246220
>[ ] Ditch vehicle armament to save weight
Gotta go fast
>[ ] Let someone who actually knows the way lead
Let the pathfinder lead.
>[ ] Call Karin
[VGTG]

>>23246182
Awesome. Well it's good to have you back.

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>>23246326
>Erik escapes the zone.gif

>>23246220
[X] Retain weapons
[X] Let someone who actually knows the way lead
[X] Call Karin

Let's use our brain, for once.

>>23246428
I like the trollface version more.

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>>23246428

The fact that I remember all those commands after it has been three months since I played Tribes amuses me.

Also dropping off a sketch of the werebear thing before I go to sleep. I'll probably do the rest in Flash. Gotta get the gun right.

>>23246244
>>23246264
>>23246266
>>23246280
>>23246282
>>23246298
>>23246455
>Retaining weapons
HOLD ON A SEC!
What type are we dealing with here? LMG's or HMG's?

Just stopping by to say it's nice to have you back.

>>23246528
[VGTB]

After doing your best to assure her that the thing in your pants is not important at the moment, and no, it is not a present danger to your health, you get to work.

The catgirls are terrified, yet elated at the same time. Having not seen the outside world in many years, they are very uncertain as to what to expect. You have to repeat, every few minutes, it seems, that the werewolves are not going to come after them.

"You said you wanted the guns left on, right?" The greasecatgirl, Sanura, asks as she pops up from inside one of the vehicles.

"While I certainly want to avoid any kind of engagement with the military, at the same time, I do NOT want to be rolling around here without at least some kind of heavy ordinance. You sure those rocket tubes are loaded?"

"Duh. I did it myself." To illustrate the point, she bangs a spanner on the rocket pod that was intended to be mounted to a gunship. It seems that she got creative from all the years of boredom. Two of the UAZs are sporting the rocket pods, while the others have a mishmash of PKMs and DSHKs

"And they'll fire?"

"Tested them, too."

"And you can aim them?"

"Eh, kinda."

"Fair enough." You assent.

Every few minutes you pause to look at Merte, who has now more than ever, demonstrated as to why she's been the leader for so long. She's directing catgirls every which way. Loading ammo, stowing supplies, checking and double checking lists. Fifteen trucks, somewhere around sixty or so catgirls. It's going to be a tight squeeze, but it will have to do.

Isn't Mad Jack still out there somewhere?

I second the retaining of the mechanic catgirl. She's good at machines, so Jimbo will love her. She has a tail and is a mythical species, so Karin will love her. She's a fucking catgirl, so of course we'll love her. EVERYBODY WINS.

>>23246697
Don't worry, he's probably just busy dicking the deathworms into unconsciousness before making his escape.

>>23246722
at least bring her to our settlement so they have a semi-home

>>23246667
[VGQ]
[VGTG]

>>23246740
[VGO]
[VGTT]

And while it was a tough decision, you've elected to let Merte be the one to guide the convoy. It's not that you don' t know your way around, you are a man, after all. But you figure she'd just like to do it. Yeah. Yeah you'll go with that.

Eventually you start just getting in the way of the work. It's apparent that they have the plan down, so you take the opportunity to charge the radio Karin gave you, and switch it on.

Swallowing hard, you throw caution to the wind.

"Hey babe, what's up?" You offer with a small laugh, as though you were just calling her on a break from work or something.

"Ara? What's a young boy like you doing, calling an old snake like me?"

"...Amber?"

"Are you the reason my daughter's passed out on her desk with all these empty coffee mugs and bags under her eyes?"

"...What's that? Sorry, lots of static on my end." You desperately look around for some foil to crinkle, but find none.

"That's no good, Erik. You know better than to make a girl wait so long."

"I know, I'm about ready to get out of here, though. Got the plan rolling and I'm... Wait... We aren't talking about the same thing here, are we..."

You hear a sound that must be Amber bringing the mic up closer to her face and when she talks again, you guess it's into her own hand to try to not wake Karin.

"When are you going to spill your seed and give me a grandchild?"

"Not really a good time to talk about this, Amber."

>>23246809
She's persistent, if nothing else. She'd be at home in a Bromont thread, with her obsession.

>>23246869
Yeah pretty much. Goddamn. Middle of the zone and all she can talk about is making kids. Not even 'hey you get that magic sword you're going to stab yourself with?'

>>23246809
Presumably after I come back.

>>23246809
"You can get grandchildren when I no longer have magic ice cancer. You don't want your grandchildren to grow up without a Father, right?"

>>23246926
This, can't say much more.

"I'm not hearing what I want to hear, Erik."

"Gotta cure my ice cancer, first, Amber."

"There was never any doubt that you will, but every day you wait is just another day you make ME wait. Be a man and knock her up alrea..."

There's the stir of commotion in the background, now, and you think you hear a faint "Mom?"

"Oh! Karin, honey, you're awake? I was just telling Erik here how naughty he is for not raising you on this contraption sooner. He's been a bad, bad boy, Karin. You should really tie him down to the bed and punish him. Preferably for a few hours, and unrelated but what time of the month is..."

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

"Now honestly, dear! I'm just trying to..."

There's the sounds of a struggle and a door slamming.

"So your mom's doing well, then?" You ask after a very awkward silence presides for far longer than you'd like.

"Damn it, Erik. You really know how to mess with a girl's heart, don't you?"

[ ] Tell her about Suyettar
[ ] Perhaps now isn't the time

[ ] I found the sword
[ ] The sword is in another castle

[ ] We can build a catgirl enclave behind your woods, right?
[ ] What should we do with about sixty catgirls?

[ ] Have Jimbo fire up the deathblimp
[ ] Have my dad get as close as he can with the biggest plane he has and tell him to be sneaky-like

>>23247081
[X] Tell her about Suyettar
[X] I found the sword
[X] We can build a catgirl enclave behind your woods, right?
[X] Have my dad get as close as he can with the biggest plane he has and tell him to be sneaky-like

Full honesty and practicality. Let's not pull any surprises on her right now, she's been worried sick.

>>23247081
>[ ] Perhaps now isn't the time
>[ ] I found the sword
>[ ] We can build a catgirl enclave behind your woods, right?
>[ ] Have Jimbo fire up the deathblimp

>>23247081
[ ] I found the sword
[ ] We can build a catgirl enclave behind your woods, right?
[ ] Have my dad get as close as he can with the biggest plane he has and tell him to be sneaky-like

>>23247081
>[x] Tell her about Suyettar
>[x] I found the sword
>[x] We can build a catgirl enclave behind your woods, right?
>[x] Have Jimbo fire up the deathblimp

>>23247081

Want a tiny witch on a leash?
I found the sword
Catgirls what do
Death blimp is best blimp

>>23247081
>[x] Tell her about Suyettar
>[x] I found the sword
>[x] What should we do with about sixty catgirls?
>[x] Have Jimbo fire up the deathblimp

>>23247081
[]not the time
[]found sword
[]Sixty catgirls wat do
[]Deathblimp

>>23247081
Tell her about Suyettar,found sword, Catgirl enclave (think of the fringe benefits!), ask Jimbo and dad to collaborate to make rescue sky armada of awesome.

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>>23247081
>sixty catgirls

Someone draw a catgirl in her own version of Enclave Power Armor.

>>23247160
Yes. because why not have both.

Also, put Jimbo on the line. Ask if he can line up a buyer for fifteen souped up UAz's and ask if he has room in the shop for an assistant who can make an engine purr like a kitten.

That ought to get Death blimp and whatever dad has rolling down the strip all pronto-like.

"Sorry, but I got captured by some kind of ancient ice witch lurking inside the mountain. She attempted to turn me into her fucktoy using her magic on my mind but my superior intellect overcame and we engaged in an epic battle to the death. Until I clubbed her and long story short she turned into a little girl and I kinda want to keep her as like a step sister kinda deal. It's cool now, though, she's on a leash and can't hurt anyone. Well that's a lie she probably could but I don't think she will. Maybe."

You hear Karin start to talk but immediately interrupt her.

"I did, in fact, find the sword. I talked to the spirit of the last Frost king by wearing his helmet and he totally just let me take the sword as long as I tell the Crow that he's a swell dude, or something, can't quite remember the stipulation there. Anyways, haven't stabbed myself with it yet, figure I'll wait until I'm back, first."

"So you di..."

"Now I'm in the catgirl underground bunker getting a bunch of old Soviet jeeps ready to try to bust the fuck out of the deadzone all while carting something like sixty catgirls out of here. Speaking of catgirls I was wondering if we could build them some sort of enclave behind your woods, there. I mean I..."

"Erik."

"figure we'll need a lot of building materials and stuff, but we can afford that. Besides, catgirls! I wonder if that means we'll need kitty litter, though..."

"Erik!"

"I mean, what do you think? Might be kinda weird if they went in boxes, right? So maybe we go with toilets instead. Also keep an eye out for any shota catboys, and if he's a real prick, we can kill him because he doesn't deserve to have this kind of luck. Speaking of which..."

"Would you shut up for a moment!"

"Sorry, go ahead."

"So putting everything else aside, you found the sword?"

"Yes. So have your dad fire up that big old airbag of his and come pick us up, I'll relay the coordinates to you when we figure them out ourselves." You pause.

"So it's cool if I bring this magic loli back, right?"

"Do whatever you want, I'm going to go start the blimp up myself."

"That's a yes, right?"

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>>23247433
>>23247448
>Everything Papa-N writes

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>>23247448
>"So it's cool if I bring this magic loli back, right?"
>"Do whatever you want, I'm going to go start the blimp up myself."
>"That's a yes, right?"
IT BEGINS.

>here for a Papa-N thread
>cake and Ice Cream
>pajamas

IT'S TIME

With a fully charged battery and fifteen loaded vehicles all ready to rock and fucking roll the hell on out of this damnable wasteland, the excitement in your gut is rising to uncontainable levels.

Which makes the six catgirls packed into your small UAZ just as uncomfortable as you, as they cram on in and you just kind of... Vibrate, in anticipation.

Merte already picked a route that she thought would best evade military patrols, and the convoy is just about set to start rolling. You're so excited that you pay no mind to the G3 cinched too hard against your chest. Or the sword hilt poking you in one side. Or the big fat cat tats practically against your neck.

Some days, it's just great to be alive.

Two arms slide around your head and attempt to stifle your quivering.

"Stop. You keep that up and you'll shake this thing apart.

"Hey! They're much more solidly built than that!" Sanura huffs from the vehicle next to yours.

"Make sure to keep up, Erik! We'll be navigating some old mining tunnels before we make it out to the surface. Should take us underneath some of the patrol routes. We don't know what's down there, could be lots of debris, so don't fall behind!" Merte calls over the radio.

"Iceman to Catnip actual, solid copy." You reply, and fire up the engine in synch with the fourteen other vehicles.

"Haha. Man I am so fucking stoked! UNF!" You drum your hands on the steering wheel before shifting the old Soviet gearbox into first.

"I mean, an underground mining tunnel? Please, I just spent way too long in ancient frozen ice caverns full of unspeakable horrors that I then leashed. I am ready for fucking anything!"

You feather the gas, release the clutch, and get rolling.

"No siree, there ain't shit in these tunnels that can phase me."

>>23247840
>"No siree, there ain't shit in these tunnels that can phase me."
>inb4 that sea monster thing from HLQ pops up

>>23247840
Yeah, that sounds about right. The tunnels will be totally uneventful, I bet.

>"No siree, there ain't shit in these tunnels that can phase me."
Inevitability shall strike us

>>23247840
Why must you tempt fate like that Erik? Why?

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Oh shit yes! Just when I thought you'd abandoned us. I'm sorry I doubted you Papa.

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>>23247876
Ra’alman, it's either Ra’alman or the jilted Death worm ladies in search of Ice Cream.

>>23248053
>but that pic is a giant shark girl

Surprisingly, the old UAZ handles better than you thought it would. Sanura seems as good a mechanic as her ego wanted you to believe. The steering is tight, the engine purrs like a loud combustion-powered catgirl. You even elected to take one of the ones with the rocket pod atop, which is manned by the little catgirl from the Hind, as she's small enough to stand beside it and access the fire controls.

True to her word, Merte begins to lead the convoy through a set of doors that you hadn't gone through before. She turns down a rather impressive ramp which drops a good fifty feet or more. With you just behind her in the second vehicle, you get a good look at the tunnel with a lot of collective light from all the trailing vehicles when another turn takes you through a final layer of ten-feet thick concrete that had been painstakingly blown out, and recently, it seems.

It's astoundingly huge, this tunnel. The ceiling vaults upward and all manner of old drill and other heavy equipment lie scattered about.

Wait a second.

"Catnip actual this is Iceman. Interrogative, why was this sealed off from the bunker by ten feet of concrete? You guys blew that wall, correct?"

>>23247840
Welp, it wouldn't be a Papa-N thread if we didn't run into vore endings at least once.

"We did. The original bunker plans we had alluded to this tunnel so we checked it out, hoping for supplies. It was surprisingly bare, and not worth all the semtex we had to expend to access it. Well, until now, that is."

Well, you figure maybe the builders just figured they'd make it extra bomb-proof. Or something, anyways. You're not much of an architect. Your toothpick bridge in school was more epoxy than toothpick. Did you pass that class? You figure it doesn't much matter now.

The drive, however, is actually surprisingly smooth. The tires get good purchase on the packed rock below and you're actually keeping up a fairly good speed. Well, good speed for an old UAZ, you imagine. There are just bumps every now and then, like a speedbump almost. They are jarring and don't take long to really get on your nerves as they smack your rifle into your chest and bounce you in your seat.

"What are those?" You finally ask, frustrated when one such large bump knocks the little catgirl's butt down onto your head. Were you not packed into radiation gear it may have been pleasurable. As is, it felt more like a sandbag smacking your own suit into your noggin.

Peering down into the darkness is difficult, especially with the way the lights play across the bedrock walls of the mining tunnel. However you're fairly certain what you're seeing.

"Roots?"

>>23248202
>Roots
Giant Carnivorous Dryads?

>>23246528
Flash? That's interesting. I've been using SAI almost exclusively. What do you use Flash for?

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>>23248094
Killer Whale? Shark? Whatever.
Max managed to turn Ra'alman into a la~dy. Who is also a fish. Or a girl. It's an at-will shapshifting warp power shenanigiel whatsit. I always think of Madame Shyarly when I read Ra'alman. Probably the teeth, and the hips.

>>23248171
We have learned not to question. Just embrace the vore. Let it pass through you. Or else let yourself pass though it, whichever applies.

>>23248202
>Roots
Worms or Black people.

>>23248202
Ooooohhhh fuck.

Well, maybe the deadlands used to be a forest before all the nukes. Thinking about it, you really aren't 100% sure. History was never your strong suit.

Though Karin would tell you that class in general was never your strong suit.

Whatever, you've got a long way to go and you're not going to worry about it.

Or you weren't, until you have to scream "DUCK!" and grab the littlest catgirl down into your lap before a root that sprang up from the ground takes the top bars completely off your vehicle.

"Oh shiiiiittttttt!!!!" You slam the brakes as another one attempts to rise up to bumper-level, and you barely manage to swing around it.

"Erik, something's going on, I think..."

"I know, Catnip actual! Hit the gas, we need to get the fuck out of here!"

1d20 for escape from the love tunnel

>implying this will happen
>implying you won't roll a 1

Rolled 7

>>23248361
Starrt off with some hue?
Sure why not

Rolled 3

>>23248361
Drive, drive, drive away from the rape roots.

Rolled 4

>>23248361
Hue.

Rolled 10

>>23248361
Rolling.

Rolled 3

>>23248361

Rolled 3

>>23248361

Rolled 19

>>23248361
DON'T WORRY LITTLEST CATGIRL! I SHALL SAVE YOU!

Rolled 17

>>23248361
The lack of 1's ...

They hurt.

Rolled 6

Hue

Rolled 16

The Hue awaits

Rolled 12

>>23248361
BRING ON THE HUE

Rolled 19

>>23248361

Rolled 1

>>23248361
Not a 1 yet. Yet.

Rolled 17

>>23248478
YES

Rolled 3

>>23248456
The dice are rolling in our favor. There will never be any Hue at this rate. Only one thing left to do.

Keep Rolling, Anons!

Rolled 5

>>23248478
huehuehue

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Rolled 10

>>23248361
Guys. Stay back. I got this shit.

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>>23248478
Ah, I was beginning to wonder what had happened to the dice.

Rolled 12

>>23248478
You just had to say it.

Rolled 8

>>23248478
HUE

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Rolled 13

>>23248478
HUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUEU

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>>23248478
Incoming.

Rolled 3

>>23248478
AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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>>23248478
Oh baby

Rolled 1

>>23248478
And everyone cheers.

>>23248525
TIME FOR ROOT RAPE

>>23248525
No brakes on the HUE train tonight

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>>23248418
... for the catgirls.

Rolled 20

>>23248525
It's the last Gen A thread. This had to happen.

>>23248478
You just could not leave well enough alone. Fucker.

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Rolled 9

>>23248525
NO BREAKS ON THE TENTACLE RAPE TRAIN!

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Rolled 19

>>23248600
Guys. ONE MORE!

FOR THE CATGIRLS, AND FOR GLORY!

Rolled 7

>>23248478
>>23248525
Bracing for HUE.

Rolled 10

rolling to attempt to save our anus

Rolled 8

>>23248607
It's Papa-N thread. Hue must happen. Even the light hue in Z&W that happen. It's a must. Don't fight it. Embrace it. Enjoy it.

Rolled 5

but i dont want the catgirls to get eaten

Rolled 16

>>23248624
SO CLOSE

Rolled 3

>>23248361

Rolled 14

So we're going to get a bad end and a nat 20 end, if memory serves?

It's been a while, I've forgotten how this shit works.

Rolled 10

DICE GODS DON'T FAIL ME!

Rolled 14

>>23248655
Kinda. If HLQ is how Papa-n likes to end his quest.

Also, wondering if we should have some Initial D music playing during this ...

Rolled 2

>>23248655
yup.

>superflui CEuropn
European superfluids captcha? Well I suppose we could run into some...

Side note: There's Bromont thread up on /tg/ ... wut.

Rolled 3

Lets try this

Rolled 20, 3, 2, 8, 17, 8, 2, 1, 11, 8, 11, 19, 8, 12, 12, 20, 8, 4, 20, 6 = 200

Hey guys, if you do this you're practically guaranteed a natural 1.

The tires dig hard as you push the little old jeep as hard as she can even handle now. You're so close to home, the idea of roots suddenly...

"Hurk?!" You gasp as the vine drops from the ceiling, wraps itself around your torso, and forcibly rips you from the seat.

Seatbelts never really were your style.

Despite your cursing and struggling, you can't free the G3 from your chest, as it's held in by the powerful and thick vine. Even the knife from your boot does nothing to make more than a tiny surface cut. Whatever this thing is, it's going to take you up, apparently. All you can do is hold on for the ride.

As you near the ceiling, the vine begins to quickly wrap you up, until you're bound from head to toe.

And then it breaks through the rock above.

With impressive force, you're flung up onto the surface, eyes strained against the sudden sunlight.

As it were, you're not sure you'd like to see what grabbed you in the first place.

Whatever it is, it has you, and there doesn't seem to be any chance of escape.

“Whatever you want, I'll double it, just let me get my awwww shit...”

You stare up, hard, at the...

Wait, she isn't exactly huge.

The alraune is a lighter sort, not the kind you're used to seeing. Strange patterns of leaves run across her almost translucent green skin. She would look elegant, gentle, even beautiful. Full breasts that end in alluring pink nipples, smooth dark-green hair that falls even past her feet, suspended in the air by her own vines.

If you weren't currently caught up in her vines and this was a few months ago, you'd probably be asking if she wanted to go back to your place for some “fertilizer.”

Rolled 13

>>23248763
and three 20s

>>23248763
But it's not as fun!

>>23248772

Eh ask it out of politeness.

It's the only proper thing to do.

>>23248763
You've actually only got a 64% chance of rolling at least 1 '1' when you roll 20d20.

>>23248722
Link, mothafucka, can you do it.

Also, now I HAVE to throw up the next HoboQuest thread when I get out of class. Like hell I'm sitting out all the fun.

Rolled 18

>>23248772
Rolling to fertilize.

>>23248772
Well this is going well so far

>>23248831

I guess I can help with that.

>>23248061

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>>23248838

>Pissing on the Alraune

Hue

Rolled 6

>>23248838
we are the best gardener?

Rolled 20

>>23248838
Yeah....
That's pretty fertile.

But hey, alraune's aren't usually know for violence. You probably just disturbed her beauty sleep or something, right? You've been with them before, and they're usually pretty damn gentle. You weren't sure the first time you tried one, but a petal-job actually feels pretty great.

“H-hey!” You attempt to reason with her, “Sorry for the noise but we're actually on the way out. You let us go and you won't have to worry about us at all, really!”

Tossing on your best dopey-niceguy-who-made-a-mistake grin you hope your good looks might win out here. If she can see them through your mask, anyways.

You keep sputtering but notice something. Her face...

This isn't an alraune.

You look down and see the large, bean-shaped appendage covered in long, spike-like hairs at the opening as it breaks through the ground beneath you.

This isn't an alraune at all.

>>23248900

Whelp.

Time to pee in fright.

>>23248900
I don't get it.

>>23248638
Why would I like wasted posts?

>>23248882
>>23248864
WE ARE THE BEST GARDE-
>>23248900
this venture may have been ill-advised gents

Rolled 9

>>23248927
>>23248946
>taking your dice off in a Papa-N thread
What are you, gay?

>>23248978

The dice was never on in the first place.

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>>23248992
>Why would I like wasted posts? Less time for advancing the plot.
Oh god, so cute.

Rather, as the appendage large enough to fit a whole Humvee rises up to your level, you realize that this is something much, much different.

And likely far more lethal.

“Hey so we can totally talk about this, right?”

The part that appears outwardly to be the alraune begins to retract and actually distort back into some sort of bud-like appendage as the large flytrap-esque one finally comes to eye-level.

“No?”

The large appendage opens and a pungent, sweet odor wafts over you. By itself, not too bad.

Not so great when you spot all the indigestible items currently still residing inside. Rusted guns, plastic boots, helmets...

Despite your flailing, kicking, teeth-gnashing struggle, it's more or less all for naught. The vines don't even release you as they place you inside the pink flesh of the appendage, which is spongy to the touch as it presses against you.

The vines even hold on as the trap begins to shut and as the outside light fades through the bars of the teeth.

At last, however, they slither off you and retract back to outside.

Perfect, now you just have to grab your rifle and it's rock and roll time...

Or it would be, if the insides of the plant monster hadn't suddenly compressed, hard. You're forced down immediately under the strong pressure.

Rolled 8

>>23249154
SHE COMES....

Now you see why the insides are spongy. They make it impossible to move, let alone put up any resistance. No, you're stuck here, inside the beast.

The creature gets to work almost immediately and, quite suddenly, the pink flesh around you begins to turn more liquid, sticky. It flows around you, coating you, binding to you. As it does, you're compressed further and further. There's still light inside the beast from the sun shining through, but that suddenly starts to change. Your world is growing darker, but it isn't your mind failing.

No, you realize with horror.

The creature isn't eating you for nourishment.

It's turning you into food for a seed.

The disturbing process takes only minutes, until you're bound tight in a fetal position. Something sharp has punctured your suit and upper arm, and judging by the length of time that's passed, you gather that it must be somehow keeping you alive.

However, you can't breathe. Despite your brain's very clear abundance of oxygen, your lungs aren't feeling it, and are screaming out for you to breathe. Which you find is not something you can do, jaw under so much pressure you couldn't open it even if there were air inside this tight little chamber to breathe.

It dawns on you, terribly, that you might very well still be alive when the seed is planted and the baby inside turns to you for food as it begins to sprout.

It doesn't happen for a long period of time. How long, you're unsure. But when you finally feel your insides being sucked out as liquid, the finality of death at last is a long awaited bliss from the torture of this prison.

Rolled 12

>>23249154
ROLLING TO ESCAPE THE TERROR

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>>23249205
>He thinks you can escape the HUE

Rolled 9

>>23249200
Rolling to beat Death at Battletech and make our escape.

>>23249200

Mordinkaiser est numoro uno

HUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUEHUE

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>>23249273
huehuehue

>>23249200
>>23249154
This is what I'm talking about. If there weren't another quest running I'd have gone to bed now. Fucking waste of time.

>>23249381
Clearly you are new to Papa-N threads. It's kinda his thing.

>>23249381
If it's such a waste of time, why not leave, and read it on the archives, skipping the HUE and getting maximum PLOT in the minimum amount of time?

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>>23249381
Well that's nice and all, so, if you don't like it, why not just, you know, fuck off?

>>23249400
Ding ding ding.

If >>23249381 sticks around for HLQ2, he's going going to hate it.

>>23249381
We don't want you here, leave or stop acting like a bitch.

You floor the gas and push through even as vines and roots streak from seemingly every angle, each attempting to either dislodge you from your seat, or to turn the car over whole.

“Open up on those fucking roots!” You shout over the radio, and the catgirls don't need to be told twice.

As though a concussive thunderstorm, the heavy guns open up all around you. Powerful rounds slam into dirt, bounce off rock, spark against stone. However despite the misses, there are plenty of bullets that find their target.

You watch as a massive root to the right in front of you is at first shredded by a DSHK before being nigh obliterated as a rocket streams out from a few vehicles back, showering your vehicle in bark-like debris that still continues to writhe even as you grab it off you to chuck it aside.

“Don't gawk, keep pushing through!” Merte commands, gassing her own UAZ even harder herself.

You yourself grab a krinkov from one of the catgirls behind you just in time to open up on a descending vine with some hot 7.62x39.

“Fuck caves!” Jerking the wheel left barely gets you out of the path of yet another root. “I fucking hate caves!”

“Fire a rocket, 12 o'clock, clear us a path!” Barks the head catgirl.

A rocket goes sailing over your head, illuminating the entirety of the cave in a harsh, white light for only a second. It slams into a tangle of vines which are reduced to ribbons just in time for the lead vehicle to plow on through.

“We're almost there, can you see the door?”

You look hard, straining to see despite all the muzzleflashes which make that incredibly difficult.

But you can see it now, the heavy steel doors that are still retracting apart.
When Merte slows down slightly, you actually ram into the back of her UAZ and push it forward, your own foot having long since pushed the pedal completely to the floor.

Tires screaming, catgirls screaming, screaming yourself, you fly out into the bright desolate wasteland beyond.

And here I was thinking that Papa-N had vanished from /tg/ forever. When are you going to get back to Heretical Love 2?

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>>23249381
I suppose you're also the type to complain that strippers are dressed stupidly, if they're just going to get naked they shouldn't bother putting anything on at all, right?

>>23249400
I read all of HLQ in mostly one sitting. THERE I enjoyed the HUE, because it was funny. Here it's just... there.

>>23249419
>>23249447
Aww. Getting defensive, are we?

>>23249510
That's not what you sounded like.
And honestly, it doesn't make a difference anyway.
The HUE is beyond reproach. It is a substance far greater then your mortal mind can comprehend, much less hope to contemplate.

Only when you're a good two hundred yards out into the open does Merte again cue her radio.

“All vehicles, check in. Is everyone accounted for?”

A flurry of panicked voices all follow, but after a few minutes, it turns out that everyone made it through.

“I am never fucking going underground again. Never. Never fucking ever.” You can't even loosen your white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel.

“Hey mister, what's wrong with your pants?” The littlest catgirl asks, her own voice cracked and quite shaken. You realize only now that she's still on your lap from when you'd grabbed her down to avoid being sheared off with the top.

“That is what you call an adrenaline boner.”

“A what? Um, well, can you put it away? It's kinda uncomfortable.” She frowns and attempts to shift her body off of it.

>>23249486
Not that guy, but yes - strippers are dressed stupidly.
If you disagree, you're probably the kind of dumbass that would pay a woman money to give you blue-balls and then think she was 'into' you.
Jus sayin...

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>>23249592
There's only one way to get rid of an adrenaline boner.

>>23249568
That's the danger of written communication. It does not convey feelings easily. Still. I just wish he'd put more into his HUE than a quick fetish grab.

Rolled 6

>>23249592
You are either too young to understand, or have never seen a man before. Either way, keep still and dont investigate further

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>>23249636
You could not be missing the point more if the point was on a different planet, in a far off galaxy, possibly on a completely seperate plane of existance.

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>>23249690
My sides!

>>23249711
>>23249690

Grow up.

>>23249592
"I can't put it away, and the more you shift the worse it will get. Now sit still."

>>23249733
Same to you, friend.

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>>23249592
Hmmm.
I am conflicted.

>>23249765

Not to a little girl, at least.

>>23249592
Just shove her off. Dangers over, sorta. We kind of need to see where we are going.

>>23249781
Hence why I am conflicted.

>>23249592

"It only goes away by rubbing."

>>23249765
I don't think I'll ever be able to look at Descartes the same ever again after spending so much time here. There's a big poster of him in one of my classrooms and every day the first thing that ever comes to my mind is "give her the dick", without fail.

“Stop squirming and ignore it, it will go away eventually...”

Thankfully the crazy deathwish route did its job in putting you far from the peering eyes of military patrols. Merte even has some kind of mountain pass mapped out. On the surface now, the techie catgirl has apparently gotten to work and cracked into the military communications.

“Does anyone know anything about some kind of mustache creature? Apparently the military is chasing him across the desert and he's riding atop the largest Mongolian deathworm any of them have ever seen while flying something called a... Union Jack? As he eats little fish from a tin?”

“Friend of mine.” You pipe up.

“Think he needs any help?” Merte asks, concerned.

“Mad Jack? No. He was already eating kippers? No, he's fine.”

The radio conversation goes quiet for a minute until the climb begins. The “mountain pass” is about as much of a pass as an ocean is a river. There is no path, there are massive boulders everywhere, the little vehicles, so heavily laden, don't like it.

Eventually, however, you reach the summit and can peer “downhill” at the next step of the journey.
“Well at least it isn't a sheer cliff face.” Bill muses.

“No, that would be safer.” Tomoe responds, “This is crazy.”

>>23249842

You know you HAVE to deface that poster.

Because the Descartes is no longer just confined to 4chan.

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>>23249842
Yes.
Do it. Do it for the Dick.

So long has it taken to scale the “pass”, that the sun has already set in the sky. Normally this would hinder your vision, but you're expecting to see something very telltale on the horizon. Even against the starry sky, Jimbo's dirigible should show up as a large inky blot. If he has the lights on, it should be as obvious as a slime girl in a swimming pool.

“Might as well make our way down, hit the flatgrounds and speed out as far as we can.” Bill nods his head toward Ivan, “Otherwise he'll start roaming in a hunt for booze. As if there's any chance that there's some up here.”

“He doing alright?” You ask one of the catgirls from his vehicle.

“I don't know, we tried to get him to drink water but he wanted to take it in shots while toasting the motherland.” She shakes her head.

Bill grimaces, “It's worse than I thought.”

The climb down is as bad as you'd imagined it would be. For most of the way you're relying on winches just to keep from tumbling down, tumbling down.

It's well past midnight by the time the last car makes the descent. Not one amongst you who isn't worn out afterward. The catgirls do their best to provide with rations and chatter, but even that dies down quickly. You're not hungry, you're not tired, you're simply exhausted. The constant stress, the physical exertion, it all seems to hit now.

But just as a foul mood looms, ready to move in, you spot it.

A light.

A blinking light.

On the horizon, floating in the sky.

>>23249842
I know your pain, I got weird looks when he was in our history books in high school because I could hardly contain my laughter

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>>23250102

I MUST get a shirt with Destartes' shit eating grin on it.

Then as I walk around, I can easily tell those who spend way too much time on the internets.

>>23250101
The DOOMBLIMP!

Speaking of which Papa-N, HOW DARE YOU RIP OFF THE NAME OF MY TOTALLY ORIGINAL MACHINE OF MASS DESTRUCTION! HOW DARE YOU SIR!

You aren't actually the first one aboard the lift up into the airship. You send up the catgirls first, and your friends second.

“Ah, guess that makes me last, actually.” You smirk as you board the cylinder suspended by heavy, braided steel cable.

The ride upwards is painful, as the wind knocks the cylinder around and you inside it. It feels as though you've stepped aboard a windchime, even the noise is terrible and sharp, stinging your ears.

Once out of the swinging metal coffin, you walk through a rather well setup series of chemical baths, stripping off your gear as instructed along the way. Machines test you and eventually you hose down with some hot water, which you stand under for a good few moments, basking in the heat. Though well aware that you're the last one, you pull yourself away before getting too comfortable.

Karin is on you before you can even set a foot down outside. You have enough time to notice that she seems to have her tail, rather than her legs; before she's bound you tightly, slapped you hard across the cheek, and jammed her mouth against yours so hard that your foreheads clunk together painfully. This isn't enough to dissuade her, however.

As she pulls away, she grabs your head between her hands and shouts an almost incomprehensible string of panicked, rambling words, before she just gives up and squeezes you even tighter.

“You're an asshole.” She sighs, and you can actually feel the tension lifting from her.

“The biggest.”

“No more crazy adventures.”

“Can't promise that. But I guess I can try. Maybe.”

“Looks like you made it.” Jimbo starts as he turns the corner Karin had dragged you behind, before thinking better of it and backing slowly away from the two of you.

Eventually you persuade her into returning to the group so you can at least figure out what's going on. Though she insists on keeping the end of her tail wrapped firmly around your right arm.

The catgirls had more or less stolen center show until you'd held up the ancient Frost sword for your dad to see.

“So that's it, eh?” He marvels, running a thumb along the edge of the blade and gazing upon it in adoration.

“That's it.” You affirm, well aware now exactly what you're supposed to do with it.

>>23250504
WAIT.
We can't stab ourselves just yet! While we're in recovery we CAN'T GET LAID!
We need to have a marathon session with our girl before we get to shanking the cancer out of us.

"Might as well do it now, eh?"

You raise the sword, high, blade facing inward toward your chest, right toward the ice core.

"Here goes nothing."

You plunge the sword in.

And die of blood loss five seconds later.

The end.

>>23250504

SHANK SELF

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>>23250567
>>23250553
I TOLD YOU.

>>23250567
HAHAHAHAHAHA

How did I see that coming!?

Rolled 15

>>23250567
goddammit Papa-N

>>23250567
...Huehuehuehuehue?