>>30638206
Murder

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>>30638306
But who to murder? There are so many people, it is difficult to make decisions like this!

>>30638335
Murder Tina
fuck Tina

>>30638335
>>30638373
also, while murdering Tina, remember to do so silently so as not to disturb your other coworkers

>>30638429

What's the point of murdering Tina if no one knows about it?

Last time anyone eats our fucking sandwich.

>>30638373
Hmm, yeah! If Tim was to murder anybody, it would -have- to be Tina, now wouldnt it? Tim is the kind of person who would do anything once. Sure, whats the worst that can happen with murder?

>You quickly know you will have to prepare for this. You go into the lounge, waiting carefully for Tina to go in. Once she arrives, you chat her up, finding out important details such as her plans and where she lives.

It is all too easy, since Tina is just so polite, she wouldnt want to leave any questions unanswered.

>Once you have the details in mind, you leave work.

You will need the proper preparation if you are going to do this right.

Tim, your urge to murder is strong, and Tina doesnt have any plans tonight. It will be a piece of cake to kill her in her own home. So how will you do it? How will you prepare?

>>30638464
I'm planning on accusing Rob, everyone knows he hated Tina

>>30638487

Shoot her in the face. Make it look like a robbery gone wrong.

Steal some of her jewelery and leave it in Rob's desk.

>>30638494
>>30638532

Well at least we both agree that fucking over Rob is an essential part of the plan.

>>30638532
I like the way you think, man
personally, I would have put some of Rob's pills in Tina's coffee, I mean he always just leaves them out for anyone to steal so he has it coming

>>30638597

Good idea, it's a lot neater than a gun, which could be traced back to us, and compounds Rob's guilt.

sur

A robbery gone wrong, yeah, that is good!

>You dont have a gun license, but it isnt hard to find somebody in an alley who is packing, and he is willing to part with it for a few hundred dollars.

A real steal. It isnt a very good gun, but the serial number is both filed off and no registered to you, so it will work.

>You go to Tina's house around eight o' clock.

She said she was staying in for movie night, so now would be the time to strike.

>You knock on the door, and she opens the door.

She lets you in, being a co-worker, and invites you to watch the movie with her. She is so damn polite, it is aggravating! Finally, this is the last straw.

>You step inside of the door, pull out your gun, and fire it straight into her chest three times.

Pop pop pop, real fast like.


>In a hurry, you run into her room, throwing stuff aside until you locate a jewelry box. You reach inside and find quite a few valuable goods, which you stow away.

Now its the final step, you just gotta go frame Rob!

>You leave the house, get in your car, and go to drive back to work. Suddenly, you hear a siren blaze to life behind you.

Shit Tim, its the Fuzz! What do you do?

>>30638711

Pull over and let them pass like any good, law-abiding citizen.

Don't panic now, Tim...

>>30638711
Oh shit, this is why I was going to give her the pills.
Time should pull over because either A) his tail light is out or something stupid like that or B) he can pass a bluff check because of all those acting lessons he took

Yeah, calm! Real smooth, no big deal.

>You pull to the side of the road, rolling your window down preemptively. You can feel the gun in one of your jacket pockets, resting against you comfortably. In the other, you have the jewels stowed away.

Th officer comes to the side of your door, flashlight out and ready to tap on your window. But your window is already down. Ha! Take that, Pig! He quickly returns the flashlight to his belt and lowers his glasses to speak with you. "Excuse me, are you in a hurry, sir? Do you know how fast you were going?"

Uh, shit. What do you do Tim, you arent prepared for this!

>>30638920

"I HAVE THE SHITS! YOU WANT ME TO SHIT MYSELF!"

Try crying, too. Guilt trip time.

>>30638920
"Sorry sir, I just remembered I left something really important on my computer at work and I just wanted to get there and back home before Dancing with the Stars starts."

Rolled 50

>>30638920
Fuck yea man gotta go fast all the time!

>>30638975
>>30638993
Both. In that order.

Calm, calm calm.

>You spit a lie out about work and television, and you do it as convincingly as possible.

He bought it! He totally bought it. Free now, Tim my boy.

"Alright, I wont delay you then." He scribbles on a pad, rips off the ticket, and passes it through your window. "Try not to do it again. Being stopped will delay you more than sticking to the speed limit."

He starts to walk away, when suddenly, his radio bleeps to life. It reports shots fired in the area, and describes your car in details.

>You scream out in a panic now. "I HAVE THE SHIT! YOU WANT ME TO DO THE SHIT MYSELF!"

Shit, why did you have to do that? Oh god, he is coming back. Now is your last chance! What do you do?

>>30639131
Already a murderer. Go for high score.

Rolled 21

>>30639131
SCREAM GOTTA GO FAST AND PRESS DOWN THE ACCELERATOR
(Yes it was necessary to use all caps

>>30639131

Exit the car. Run into the nearest alley. Drop trou.

Either he'll leave us to go about our business our the size of our balls will intimidate him into backing off.

>>30638920
Shot cop on face.

Rolled 13

>>30639176
Actually this might be smarter
changing vote

>>30639131
>>30639166
>>30639184
do you guys want Tim to go to prison?
>>30639173
This is honestly the best option at this point

Rolled 86

>>30639226
Because of that i am changing back

He goes to respond to the call as he approaches your window again, but Tim, you cant let him do that! You wouldnt survive in prison!

>You reach into your pocket, pulling our your gun.

Pop pop, two to the face. One dead cop, double kill! But you cant stay long now, somebody will know, they always know!

>You press down on the accelerator, letting the gas flow into your engine as you start to drive away away.

It isnt long before you have more cars on your tail. At least three of them, maybe more. Shit Tim, you cant outrun them in this measly thing. What the fuck do you do?

>>30639266
Drive to the docks. Keep driving until we hit water.

We can hold our breath long enough to swim away. Then it's simply a case of killing Rob, stealing his life and starting fresh somewhere else.

>>30639266
I say "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." etc while trying to find my way to the highway. Also, throwing the gun out the window at the first bridge.

>>30639266
Pull into a garage and get a paintjob. All your stars will go away.

Rolled 21

>>30639266
Wake up from this other dream that we forgot to mention we are in!

>>30639266
Drive to Rob's house, then shoot him and pretend he was holding you hostage and you acted in self defense

You speed down the street. You see the police set up a blockade on the highway, so you take a sharp turn. The dock approaches quickly. Seconds tick slowly by as you start to contemplate the actions that brought you to this point. Finally, after hours of contemplation, your car crashes into the water. It sinks for a long time, so long, and it gets very dark. Your cab finally fills with water, and you try the door, but it doesnt give. You resign yourself to death, drowning.

>>30639385
Yes! We can still pin this all on Rob!

Just have our girlfriend meet us there, tie her up in Rob's bedroom, make it look like he forced us to kill Tina!

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>You suddenly wake from your dream, shaking.

Wow Tim, that was quite the dream. But now then, shouldnt you be working? You are at work, after all.

>You glance at the screen. It has several lines of code, which you quickly identify as the ending sequence for the game you have been working on, then the short line "PLEASE STOP", signifying the end.

Well, I suppose that means that you are finished with your project for today.

>You stand and stretch, hearing the click-clack of your five co-workers hard at work on their individual tasks. Everything is as it should be.

>>30639428
Fuck that noise! Just got to unlock the door, is all.

We have the best plans.

Rolled 15

>>30639458
NO the bitch must die hire an assassin to kill Tina like a pro!

>>30639458
I got to hand it to you QM that was pretty clever. let's refine our plan to kill tina and blame Rob. steal Rob's pills first

>>30639458
get on /tg/ and post tim quest. quest-ception

>>30639495
Rob? Tina?

Oh right, those two! Man, you havent seen them in forever. Then again, I suppose it makes sense, both being dead and all. You remember seeing on the news, how Rob went on a berserk rampage, shooting Tina dead in her own house before shooting another police and driving his car into the water, killing him. It was quite the depressing day at work after that, but that was months ago, and life goes on. The higher ups havent gotten around to replacing them, but they did at least drag their desks out of their cubicles.

Rolled 50

>>30639572
Go and piss on Tina's grave

>>30639572
But enough about the depressing business, it seems you have the rest of the day off! This is a period for rejoicing, it is.

How do you spend the rest of your day?

>>30639572
What game are we working on?

>>30639572
go walk your three-legged dog Rosko

Rolled 60

>>30639620
Pissing/Shitting on both Tina's and Rob's Graves

>>30639620
abuse the laws of nature and invent magic, then use it to make tea

>>30639620
Get some fast food and go to bar to get drunk enough to throw up fast food.

>>30639645
>>30639617
But why would you do that? They were such nice people, you have no idea why Rob would go berserk, or why Tina was the victim. They were just nice people. Not to mention always polite.

>>30639630
Its a small game for mobile phones.. You never really got into those kinds of games, but that is probably because you have been behind the scenes. I mean, the higher ups requested that you include a feature where you have to purchase extra lives. For a game you already have! Crazy.

>>30639666
That doesnt seem very realistic. You dont even know where you would start!

>>30639672
Hmm, that sounds like fun! At least, in a way. And you will try anything once.

>You drive through a McDonalds, ordering more food than is usual. The clerk doesnt even look at you twice. You eat on the way to the bar. It is pretty good food, best you have had in a while anyway.

Once you arrive at the bar, you find it mostly empty. It is only the early afternoon. However, you quickly remedy your ability to determine how many people are in the bar, and down some liqueur. And some more.

>As you start to get wobbly, you think you have had enough. You might just be seeing doubles, but as you stand up, there are twelve guys standing in front of the door, clad in thick leather jackets.

These guys look dangerous, in a cool sort of way. Like the bad-boy that every teenage girl has wanted for a long time.

But you cant go anywhere like this! What do you do?

We should type on the computer "Make me." as a clever joke to the boss. Call your cousin Leo, see if he has good weed to sell. Man, don't you miss getting high and eating doritos with leo?

>>30639822
Ask them where they bought their jackets

>>30639822
By them all drinks. Then >>30639882.
Ask to try a jacket on.

>>30639845
Yep. Fucking call Leo. When you are piss drunk.

>>30639822
Call one of your cousins and tell them that we should get together to go bowling.
Something along the lines of "Hey [cousin's name], it's your cousin Tim. Let's go bowling!"

>>30639822
exit without causing a fuss, then to a chemist to become a potion master! (by opening and swallowing every pill in sight)

>You go up to the group of who-knows-how-many and start slurring at them. "Ima bayou a drink an me a jacket!" However, midway through, you hurriedly void your stomach contents onto the front of the first one you reach.

Tim! Why would you do that? Whatever, its done now. There isnt much to do, other than apologize.

>Your vision starts to clear as you focus, and you find that the exact number is three.

However, they are yelling at you now. You cant scarcely understand, your ears are so fuzzy.

>You cover your ears and bend over.

Maybe holding this position will make everything stop. It does make the sound stop, however, you quickly feel something thrust into your gut. Something hard and bony, which it takes all of your analytical skill to recognize as a fist.

Tim! That guy just punched you! What are you gonna do about it?

Rolled 21

>>30640065
Stand up high and scream I am Tim king of the hopeful kittens

>>30640065
Fucking go berserk. Murder everyone with a broken bottle.

>>30640065
Realize you still have gun from you're last life, shoot assholes

Rolled 31

This first >>30640123 Then we >>30640149

>You straighten up, shout out "TIM IS KING OF THE WORLD!" and lash out at your assailant with a bottle from a table within reach. Your hit squarely in his jaw.

Or at least you thought so, but you dont feel the impact. The illusion wavers, and it was just one of your drunken doubles. Tim, that was terrible.

>Your swing sets you off balance, and you are facing the bar. You turn around again, and your face meets one of the men's fists. You black out.

Rolled 33

>>30640229
Wake up again

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>You suddenly wake from your dream, shaking.

Wow Tim, that was quite the dream. But now then, shouldnt you be working? You are at work, after all.

>You glance at the screen. It has several lines of code, which you quickly identify as the ending sequence for the game you have been working on, then the short line "THIS CANT GO ON", signifying the end.

Well, I suppose that means that you are finished with your project for today.

>You stand and stretch, hearing the click-clack of your four co-workers hard at work on their individual tasks. Everything is as it should be.

But you are free! How do you spend the rest of your day, oh Tim?

Rolled 88

>>30640253
Make a noose and hang self

>>30640253
buy a leather jacket

That dream disturbed you on a deep level, some how. You cant scarcely remember what it was, but you do remember that it was terrible.

>You shudder even just trying to remember, and it worries you all the way home. That night, you find it hard to sleep. Your mind is drawn to that one dream, and how it might just have changed your entire life.

This repeats for several days, Tim. You start to look like a zombie. Hardly ever there, never saying anything. Just going to and leaving work every day for about a week. Finally, your will snaps.

>You take a belt, throw it over your ceiling fan, and hang yourself.

>>30640253
Rename yourself as Tom. One letter won't make a difference.

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>You suddenly wake from your dream, shaking.

Wow Tim, that was quite the dream. But now then, shouldnt you be working? You are at work, after all.

>You glance at the screen. It has several lines of code, which you quickly identify as the ending sequence for the game you have been working on, then the short line "THIS WILL END", signifying the end.

Well, I suppose that means that you are finished with your project for today.

>You stand and stretch, hearing the click-clack of your three co-workers hard at work on their individual tasks. Everything is as it should be.

But you are free! How do you spend the rest of your day, oh Tim?

>>30640370
Rename yourself as Tom.
Why the fuck not ?

>>30640370
buy a leather jacket

>>30640370
Should probably try to save coworkers from killing themselves/dying. The only way they will believe what Tim has to say is by buying a leather jacket.

Rolled 14

>>30640370
Make a porn game that will sell for millions getting us rich we will use the money to become tom then buy a football team and make them play DND 3.5 with us instead of practicing

Its time for a change of pace. You leave the building, a spring in your step. You visit the mall first, and purchase a leather jacket. Very nice, very cool. The dangerous kind of cool, if you do say so yourself. And you decide that a new look and pace needs a new name. Tom. Yeah, that is just the right size for you.

So Ti, I mean Tom. Your new-found life. What will you accomplish with it?

>>30640443
Start giving money to charities.

Prove the world being a badass guy wearing a jacket can rhyme with being kind.

>>30640443
Finally ask out Juliet

>>30640443
go to chemist and gobble pills

>>30640443
Join city council

>>30640443
Call your cousin Bob to go bowling. Bowling is always a great idea for a fresh start.

>>30640489
>>30640485
What kind of guy is Tom? He is a cool guy, that is who he is. The kind of person who... gives money to charity! Who can finally get the girl of his dreams! Yeah!

>You go back to work, and it seems that it is lunch time.

Your co-workers are on break, and you scope it out, probably looking about as cool as possible in the meanwhile, and finally spot Juliet. Eating a salad, no doubt. Staying in shape. And a nice shape it is, for sure.

But that is enough scoping, Tom. Tom is a man of action. So what do you do to get this girl of your dreams?

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>>30640664
Unzip your pants. I'm sure this will work.

>>30640664
"Hey Juliet, hows-about you and me go bowling at the bowling alley?"

>>30640664
eat a huge steak in front of her and give her your best idgaf faces.

>>30640664
compliment her on her "rockin' bod"
it's crucial to actually say "rockin' bod"

>>30640664
"Hey Juliet! I've always loved you!"

Then kiss her!

Now, Tom is the kind of guy who doesnt seem smooth talking to get the ladies. He is the kind of person who have flocks of ladies standing by at all times.

You reach into the fridge, taking out the first thing you find. A steak, labelled as Charlies, but who gives a fuck? Not Tom. You sit at the table, unzipping your pants. You start to dig into the steak, and with your mouth full, you start the wooing. "Hey babe, how about you and your rockin' bod come bowling with me? It will be a hoot and a half."

She looks at you, disgusted. She starts to walk away, so you stand up and run after her. Your dick slips out of your pants, but you do catch her. Whipping her around while she is suprised, you shout out, mouth still full of steak, "I've always loved you!" before attaching your mouth to hers.

She pulls away first. Significantly earlier than you would consider polite, possibly described as instantly. She looks at you, aghast. Maybe a bit frightened.

Now is when you go in for the finisher, Tom! Go for the kill!

>>30640908
Go in for the kill! Snap her neck!

>>30640939
No way dude, you're stupid.

Just use your dick. Put it in her mouth in order to make her suffocate.

tell shes just a figment of your imagination

>>30640990
Psh, how could I be so idiotic?

Let's suffocate her with our dick!

>>30640908
tell her you're sorry but you're trapped in that Tom Cruise movie that's coming out this year Edge of Tomorrow
more like edgy of tomorrow
but seriously it looks like the same plot as this

>>30640908
Sprout tentacle dicks and suffocate her with your hordes of cocks.

Yeah, she wants the dick. For sure.

>You push her to the ground. You reposition your dick, depositing it into her mouth, and it starts to harden. You push forward, gagging her.

However, you are soon grabbed from behind. Your two other co-workers, Charlie and Johnny, pull you off of Juliet. She screams, and you are held down as police arrive. You plead insane, and find yourself locked away in an asylum for an indeterminate amount of time.

>You suddenly wake from your dream, shaking.

Wow Tim, that was quite the dream. But now then, shouldnt you be working? You are at work, after all.

>You glance at the screen. It has several lines of code, which you quickly identify as the ending sequence for the game you have been working on, then the short line "IT HAS ALREADY HAPPENED", signifying the end.

Well, I suppose that means that you are finished with your project for today.

>You stand and stretch, hearing the click-clack of your two co-workers hard at work on their individual tasks. Everything is as it should be.

But you are free! How do you spend the rest of your day, oh Tim?

>>30641159
Shit, let's do lots and lots of pushups and situps to get stronger. Also make sure to drink plenty of juice.

>>30641159
And thus we awaken.

>>30641187
Turn into Ron Paul and shitpost on /v/ and /pol/

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>>30641187
>Whoops

>>30641187
do some pushups to impress Juliet

>>30641187
Let's become a true Wizard. This dream shows up what happens if you trust girls.

>>30641187
Bowling. It is the only answer.

>>30641215
>>30641207
>>30641216
Your dream... It had to be a revelation. Women arent for you. No, your passion is to be a Wizard.

A Wizard of Bowling. Today will be the day you get a 300.

>You leave for the bowling alley quickly, wasting no time. When you arrive, it is nearly empty. You rent four lanes. You cant be wasting time while the pins set up when you could be bowling.

Then you ready yourself, and you concentrate. It is time to Bowl.

Six hours later, the sun sets. You arent quite there, but you are so close! You had to downsize, as the staff got testy once the lanes were all occupied and you were using four of them, so you have been restricted to two. They are spiting your power! They will see, they will all see!

The alley is new crowded. Your fingers are starting to blister, so you have to keep changing balls to accommodate your larger fingers.

But you can tell. This is it. This will be the game in which you roll it perfectly. Everything today was leading up to this.

How do you prepare for this last game, oh Guru of Bowling, Tim?

Rolled 17

>>30641342
Change name to tom

>>30641342
stick your dick in the holes and lubricate the ball with semen

>>30641373
Agreed

It's what all the pros do.

>>30641366
You're boring, stop trying to do that !!!!!

Let's change to Timmy instead.

>>30641342
teabag the hand dryer

A number of thoughts brush through your mind on how to prepare, but you dismiss all of them as preposterous. No, the only thing to do to prepare, is to bowl.

You set up the game. It is just like the countless games leading up, but you know. You have ascended to a higher level of bowling.

The game goes exactly like you expected. Strike after strike after strike. After the first eight, people start to gather. You can taste the excitement in the air, and my oh my, it tastes good.

The last frame. One, two, three. Strike. One, two, three. Strike. One, two, three. Strike.

The pins fall before you in worship.

With your godhood assured, you collapse to the floor, the heat and exhaustion finally setting in as you remember your full devotion to the cause involved fasting and abstaining from drinking as well. You let the miracle of that game soak in, bathe in the cheers, and close your eyes.

>>30641342
Change your name to some awesome civilization, like Roman or something.

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>You suddenly wake from your dream, shaking.

Wow Tim, that was quite the dream. But now then, shouldnt you be working? You are at work, after all.

>You glance at the screen. It has several lines of code, which you quickly identify as the ending sequence for the game you have been working on, then the short line "IT ENDS.", signifying the end.

Well, I suppose that means that you are finished with your project for today.

>You stand and stretch, hearing the click-clack of your co-worker hard at work on his individual task.

Everything is as it should be.

But you are free! How do you spend the rest of your day, oh Tim?

>>30641549
Go to your boss and tell him you fucked his wife.

( I'm tired. let's make this interesting )

>>30641549
Quit job.

>>30641549
go find your wife and tell her you fucked your boss

Rolled 13

>>30641593
YES

>>30641549
go find your kids and tell them you fucked their teacher

Rolled 73

>>30641620
Lets actually fuck them

>>30641549
Realize your life isn't worth anything and kill yourself as quickly as possible

>>30641570
>>30641578
>>30641620
>>30641641

I was wondering if I was on /tg/. Thanks for confirmation.

You search for several minutes before realizing that you havent seen your manager in days. Maybe even weeks. The last thing you heard from him was your assignment of the game you just finished.

So you do the reasonable thing to do for somebody without any superiors. You quit.

You go home to your house and find your wife, kissing her greetings. She is a bit surprised to find that you are home early, but you give her the good news. You quit your job!

She breaks down crying. However, you continue to load it on. You describe your exploits with your boss, a teacher, Juliet, everyone. Sure, none of it is true, but it sure is fun. You will tell her you were joking later.

But there isnt a later. She storms from the house crying, not explaining a thing. You go after her, but it seems that she picked up your keys on the way out, and is in a car while you are not. What a dramatic Nancy.

You receive the divorce papers in the mail a week later. It seems that this was only the straw that broke your marriage's back. But you are content. You apply for federal benefits and live off of the tax payer for a few years. Your life effectually ended the moment you went home that day.

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You suddenly wake from your dream, shaking.

It has been seven days since the bombs fell. You were lucky. Your job as a sanitation engineer had you underground at the time. However, your only companion at the time were the click-clack of rats feet, and it seems that nobody you know is still alive. You have spent the last week looking for somebody, anybody who you can talk to. Somebody you can relate to. But the only thing you ever find wherever you go is loneliness.

You find yourself in an office building, dilapidated since the fall of man. You glance back at the places where people used to work, now occupied by discarded items. A torn calendar, a broken and rusty razor, a pile of discarded paper. Signs still remain of a better time, such as a shattered pane of glass and a cord hooked up to nothing, but the squirrel's nest and the carpet starting to peel make it seem like it was long ago when people last worked here.

You shiver again as you start to wake up. It seems that sleeping without a blanket may have been a bad idea, and you will try to avoid it in the future.

But then, shouldnt you be leaving? You are still alive, after all.

Maybe you will try to find people down by the pier. You havent been there yet, and you will try anywhere once.

You walk to the window and glance outside. The sun is just rising, but all it says to you is that this is the end. You may be free, but nothing you spend your day on will be worth anything.

>>30641754
go find a duck and have sex with it

>>30641754
Well, that was a good one-shot. gj OP

>>30638206
Stanley Parable quest? I like.

>>30641809
>You havent been there yet, and you will try anywhere once.

captcha: words ntrper

>>30641834
That was definitely one of my influences when I came up with the idea. The other big one was not, as this guy said >>30641054, but actually Groundhog's Day.

>>30641821
Thanks, I tried. I would say this is the most successful quest I have run, at least from a narrative standpoint. Though I suppose it is easier to tell a story when you know the definite time it will end.

>>30641840
This shall be our quest for redemption. It's time to find some rope and a duck, and with luck, we'll wake up again mid-quack.

>>30641872
Yeah, you're right. Your strategy paid.

>>30641754
Nice quest OP, I enjoyed it

>>30641754
It's time to train. To get stronger. To be the savior of humanity in these days filled with strange creatures that resemble creatures that existed right before the bombs. To conquer the lush forests and jungles of a new era of earth. It is time to survive, Ryuu.