Your heart is pounding. You look nervously to the horizon. The sun is starting to dip below the treeline. Not good. You like to think you're a good employee. You don't ask for much, except two days off a month, which you always give plenty of notice for. But no, Janice was sick again and someone just had to cover her shift. Hypocondriac. Eddie promised you'd be out by four.Well, four dragged to 5 and wouldn't you know it, Steve was late, so 5 turned into 6. You were left as the sun slowly dipped lower and lower wondering morbidly of the headline if you turned in the middle of your shift.You give the engine some more gas. Probably don't have more than 10 minutes before dusk. 10 minutes before the transformation. You should just make it. In the past year, you've gotten this down to a science.You are:>Male>FemaleYour strategy for weathering the storm every month is:>You go out "camping" in the country. It's best to get as far away from civilization as possible>Tie yourself up in the basement. The house is a known area and the only way someone is going to see you is if they break into it.>Write inFirst option to 3 votes for each choice wins.
>>30883410>Female>You go out "camping" in the country. It's best to get as far away from civilization as possible
>>30883410>Female>Tie yourself up in the basement. The house is a known area and the only way someone is going to see you is if they break into it.
>>30883539>>30883521>>30883484Well, female it is. 2 votes for camping 1 for basement.
>>3088341>Male>You go out "camping" in the country. It's best to get as far away from civilization as possible
>>30883410>>You go out "camping" in the country. It's best to get as far away from civilization as possible
>>30883576And camping it is. Writing now.tfw you misspell werewolf in your subject line. Great start, me.
>>30883410>Wearwolf>not WerewolfSo we kill wolves and wear their fur to become monsters?
>>30883611i didn't even notice that
>>30883611NEW CONCEPT OPGOGOGOGO
>>30883600You hit mile marker 150 and take the exit off the highway. There's a place that you and some of your old high school friends used to go camping sometimes. Rural Wisconsin has some pretty secluded areas. The kind of place where only high schoolers are able to find when they want to get drunk. You used the spot regularly through senior year and never saw a soul. Luckily, (or depressingly), all your friends have moved away. You're pretty sure there isn't a more secluded spot within a 50 mile radius of the town. Back in school you used to hear wolves at the moon during the night. Wolves don't scare you as much as they did back then.You park the car and pop the trunk, grabbing the duffle bag and jog into the woods. The path is barely visible, but you've gone this way enough times that you could do it with your eyes closed. You glance up at the sky. The sun, half below the treeline is bathed in a sea of red and orange. It'd be quite pretty if you weren't in a hurry.Dammit Eddie. He shouldn't have made you cut it this close. One of these days, you're going to stand up to your boss. Maybe. You're an unskilled worker without a college education. Not like you've got much leverage.You reach the spot and unzip the duffle bag, pulling out the straps and rope. What low-paying service industry job do you have?>Waiter at a local restaurant>Cashier at a grocery>Gas station attendant>Write in
>>30883933>Gas station attendantBecause FIRE.
>>30883933>Waiter at a local restaurant
>>30884036>>30884107>>308842422 for waiter (Well, waitress), and 1 for gas station attendant.
>>30884263Depending on the flammability of our restaurant, I may consider changing my vote.
>>30884352It's a generic chain restaurant, Friendlies. It's an aging building, the kitchen probably isn't up to code, and isn't terribly clean either.I'm not saying the place is a powder keg, but in the case of arson, there'd probably not be much left.
>>30884454Consider my vote changed.
>>30884552You pull off your shirt and kick off your pants. No time to take off your bra and panties, but it wouldn't be the first time you'd lost clothes during the transformation.You put your back against the largest tree in the area and feed the rope behind the trunk and tie it around your waist. Then, you do your legs, and finally your arms. You look west. The last rays of sunlight disappear behind the trees. Just in time. You - the wolf - lets out a howl as a searing pain arcs your back and tenses your muscles. You're almost used to it by now. The knowledge that it'll be over soon is enough to sustain you through the transformation. Your bones and muscles ache as they grow. Your teeth ache like a root canal without anesthetic as they turn into fangs.Finally, your body is not your own. The wolf is in control now, and you are a prisoner in your own body. The wolf has a one track mind. What dominates your thoughts?>restlessness>rage>hunger>cunning
>>30884900Also, roll 1d20. Best of first 3 rolls will be counted. (higher is better)
Rolled 11>>30884922>Rolling for this
Rolled 4>>30884922SECONDING, CUNNING
Rolled 17>>30884900CUNNING LINGUISM
>>30885003Not that kind of quest, anon.
Rolled 18>>30885020Can't blame a man for trying.
Rolled 16>oh hey a new quest i think i might li->femaleGood bye here is hoping your quest does well.
>>30885015>>30885004>>30884922Cunning it is. Best roll 14. Writing now.
>>30885046Worse than the pain of the transformation is the helplessness that follows. You are but an observer in your body. Well, you guess that it's actually the wolf's body now. The wolf doesn't really see color, but you're not sure if that's because it's color blind or because everything looks black and white in low light.The wolf struggles against the rope, but you've tied it tight. Something is different tonight. Usually the wolf is restless; as if it is caged all month and only gets a few hours of freedom. Usually it spends most of the night tugging on your restraints cursing you without words.Its claws - your claws - rake up the tree trunk, following grooves that you must have made last month. The wolf twists its arm and a razor sharp nail catches on the rope.Fuck.(cont.)
>>30885195The wolf is definitely feral, but you've realized that it is intelligent in it's own way. Even without the full moon, it's there, in the back of your consciousness, and you feel what it feels as you go about your life.This probably goes both ways. The rope, bought in bulk from the local department store, starts to fray. Stupid cheap Walmart merchandise. The wolf seems to sense your panic and claws at it some more.\Pretty soon, the rope snaps and the wolf lets out a howl. With a free arm, your other limbs are free soon and you sense something akin to pride from the wolf. "You have underestimated me."Deer! In a flash, you're off. The doe is bright red becon in your grey vision. You salivate, almost able to taste the venison.The deer races away. It has a good 30 yards on you but you close the distance within seconds. It feels so good to stretch your muscles like this, the thrill of the hunt.The deer is running for it's life. You can smell its fear. It leaps over a log and you follow suit. Suddenly the forest is gone and a blinding light fills your vision.You crash into the car's windshield and then flip over the hood, landing on the concrete as the car spins out of control and hitting a tree.Breathing hurts, you've clearly got several broken ribs, and as you try to struggle to your feet, your right leg falters as you've got a broken bone there as well. You aren't sure which direction you came from, but right now, you just want to get away from the road.>Stumble left>Stumble right.
Rolled 2>>30885489FYI blind choices are bad. You may as well just flip a coin.
>>30885516I will take this into account in the future.
>>30885533Want me to just take this one and go with it?
>>30885489> stumble right
>>30885582>>30885533You stumble right, away from the highway. You can still smell the deer and follow the scent. The wolf glances down at the trail of blood you're leaving from the road as you limp along on your 3 good legs. You labor along for a little while. The pain in your leg has subsided remarkably quickly, and breathing doesn't hurt as much either. The smell of the deer is quickly overtaken by the smell of competition. You look up and see a wolf pack huddled around the carcass of the doe. Seven of them. The alpha steps forward baring his teeth. >Back away. 8 against 1? Not good odds.>Stand your ground, but don't advance.>This was your prey. Leap forward and fight for the meal.1d20 regardless of the choice.
Rolled 5>>30885813>Stand your ground, but don't advance.
>>30885813Er... 8 is because there are 7 plus the alpha.
Rolled 1>>30885813>This was your prey. Leap forward and fight for the meal.Take down the alpha and the rest will submit. That's how packs work, right?
Rolled 1>>30885813>>Stand your ground, but don't advance.
Rolled 15>>30885888loldicethat was a 1d2 by the way, forgot to change it back
Rolled 10>>30885813>Stand your ground, but don't advance.
>>30885813>Back away. 8 against 1? Not good odds.Didn't we just get hit by a car?
>>30885913>15You're larger than the alpha, but your coat is matted with blood. You plant your feet and bare your teeth. He lunges forward. How predictable....If you had attacked, the pack would have jumped on you in unison. If you had backed off, they would realize you were weak. The wolf did not challenge the pack, it challenged the alpha. Of course, it attacked.You raise up on your hind legs to meet the alpha, your right leg hurting, but holding steady. Your greater weight allows you to fall down on top of him. His claws cut lines of fire through your flesh but you ignore that. Your mouth is at his throat, and you taste blood as your fangs pierce his skin.Crunch. You feel sick, but the wolf is ecstatic. The rest of the pack tucks their tails as they see you snap their leader's neck in your teeth.>Claim your prize; go eat the deer.>Resist the wolf's urges. Leave (1d20)>other (write in, may require roll after consensus)
>>30886157>>Claim your prize; go eat the deer.
>>30886157>Claim your prize; go eat the deer.
Rolled 14>>30886157>Resist the wolf's urges. Leave (1d20)
Rolled 11>>30886157>Claim your prize; go eat the deer.CONSUME
>>30886309>>30886255>>30886231Your teeth tear into the venison. The fresh kill tastes better than any steak you can remember. You devour the flesh in giant bites. By the time your hunger is sated, half the deer is gone. The wolf looks up at the pack, snorts, and then turns its back. The pack converges on the carcass after you have had your fill. You walk away. You feel tired. The supernatural healing probably takes a lot of energy. You feel from the wolf something unlike anything you've felt before, something akin to contentment. It doesn't like being trapped in your body any more than you like being trapped with it. You curl up among the roots of a large tree. >Ask the wolf something>Fall asleep
>>30886480>Ask the wolf>Why don't we get separated
>>30886480>Ask the wolf somethingi think we can try listening to and helping each other than fighting
>>30886480>Ask the wolf what it's name is
Ask if you can make some peace with it? Maybe something as simple as a morning jog will ease the tension as you chase down and pass up other joggers.
>>30886568I'll just combine these'What's your name?'The wolf seems confused. 'Names are not chosen for ourselves; they are given to us. No one has given me a name.'>What is its name? For that matter, what is yours?
>>30886702>Our name is Meredith.
>>30886702Fluffy and Trixie
>>30886702>>30886746>"Why can't we get along?"
A simple name Common to alot of people but yours none the less.Sara Saitov ( For your heritage.)
>>30886685>>30886544>>30886815You try to reach out to the wolf, but you sense its reluctance. At its core, the wolf is animal, not human. It won't respond to reason as well as it will respond to strength. Right now, you both are living in two worlds: yours and the wolf's. You physically can't control it during the full moon, and otherwise, you aren't likely to sate its thirst. You resolve to take up jogging in the mornings. Maybe a good exercise as well as the simulation of chasing prey will help the wolf's appetite.>Still looking on a consensus on names.
>>30886925I'm fine with whatever.
>>30886925For what it's worth, the wolf, being part of you, is female as well.
>>30886925I'm still voting for Fluffy.
Rolled 18>>30887067Fluffy, yes.
>>30887031>>30886925K, Meredith, Trixie, or Sarah for our name.Fluffy or Saitov for the wolf.Going to roll for both if I don't get to 3 for either choice
>>30886925>>30887123I like Meredith.And I like Fluffy. (Assert our dominance.)
>>30887123I'll vote Fluffy for the wolf. Fluffles for short.
>>30887123Saitov was a last name... For the wolf? What color is the fur? Maybe Winter? Grey? Coal? Maybe a name for stature? Duchess?
>>30887123Meredith is good. And Fluffy.
>>30887165Doesn't matter. Assert our Dominance. Call all wolves some variation of the name fluffy.Fluffles. Fluff-ball. Fluffington. Fluffers. Fulafluffles.
>>30887140>>30887147>>30887174Fluffy growls. She understands the connotation with the name and isn't pleased to say the least. Welcome to the club. Meredith isn't exactly a flattering name either; you were named after your grandmother, and the name fits her better than you as well.Your eyes are heavy. You smell the scent of the wolf pack fading. They are moving elsewhere. With your kill of the alpha, this is clearly your turf. You awake at sunrise to the chirping of birds. You're naked. You sit up, feeling the soreness in your ribs and right leg. It looks like the bones have healed through the night, but that doesn't stop them from being sore. After a few moments, you realize that you have no idea where you are. This is definitely not the same part of the woods you started off in.>Roll 1d20 best of 3 to find your way back to your car or "campsite"
Rolled 8>>30887278Dangit, Fluffy, now look what you've done. We're all kinds of lost.
Rolled 11>>30887278Go, Go, Gadget Wolf.
>>30887278I have to ask, how do we look?
>>30887304Well then no need to roll any more.
>>30887311>>30887304Still have to, just in case a 1 is rolled, that like negates it or something. Still depends on QM.
>>30887307Your ribs and leg are black and blue, and your skin has is caked with dried blood. You spent the night curled up underneath a tree, so you've got dirt all in your hair. You're also naked and in the woods. You don't exactly look great.>>30887304Welp. Crit success.>>30887335In the event of both a crit fail and crit success, whichever happens first will take priority. So the 20 stands. Writing now.
>>30887364>>30887335 (You)>In the event of both a crit fail and crit success, whichever happens first will take priority. So the 20 stands. Writing now.Nice to know.
>>30887364You take a deep breath. In through your nose, out through your mouth.Deer carcass. That's a start. You rise and make your way to last night's kill. There's little left but bones after the wolf pack had their fill. But what next?Another deep breath and you smell exhaust from your left. Is that a car passing by? You cautiously walk that direction until you hear the hum of motors approach and zoom off in the distance. After a minute of silence, you peek your head out behind a tree and see Highway Marker 150. Now you know exactly where you are. You double back a bit and walk parallel to the highway until you hit the trail. You find your "campsite" and put your clothes back on. Fluffy growls as you collect the rope and put it back in the duffle bag. Pretty soon you're back on the road to your home. A quick look in the rearview mirror shows you're a wreck. Not only do you have dirt and leaves in your hair, but the entire right side of your face is bruised, presumably from the impact with the car, and a claw mark is visible along your cheek from the wolf. >Lay low for a day>Go and do something while the Fluffy is at her weakest (write in)
>>30887607>Lay low for a day.Let's get ourselves cleaned up.
>>30887607>Go and do something while the Fluffy is at her weakest (write in)This might be a good time to Find out what you can do to build a relationship with Fluffy. What would a wolf do? Lets try that Jog! Lets see if you can control those Urges before she tackles a fellow Jogger.
>>30887607>Do things a wolf might find fun
>>30887660You're going to be more specific here.
>>30887666Good point uh.Extrapolation time!Wolves spend the day hunting, so go to a park and start barking at pidgeons.
>>30887607>>Lay low for a day
>>30887607>Lay low for a dayNo use engaging the wolf when we don't even have questions worth asking at the moment. Maybe in the future.
>>30887607go take a shower!also, try to get your face cleaned up some before getting in the car
>>30887666Finding a puddle and rolling around.
>>30887737The engine turns over and pretty soon you're on the road. As you make your way home, the familiar feeling of relief and calm overtakes you. Fluffy is asleep, or at least most calm right after you transform. Now, you're in the most control of yourself as you will be until the next full moon.You roll into the driveway and stumble into the house. You fall onto the couch and pass out. You're typically exhausted the entire day after the transformation. Your phone rings. Eddy can go fuck himself. You requested today off. You need today to rest. Not like you'd get many tips anyway, given that you look like you belong on Jerry Springer. You wake up after a few hours and stumble into the shower. The hot water feels heavenly. You step out and survey yourself in the mirror and see that the bruises are almost gone. At this rate, by the time you clock in for work tomorrow, your ordeal will be unnoticeable. You snack on leftovers and pass out on the couch.(cont)
>>30887869The next morning arrives far too soon. You open your eyes and your vision is fixated on the picture frame across the room. Your parents' loving faces. You get up off the couch. They're dead. You blame Fluffy. It's not technically her fault, but you don't know who the werewolf was that murdered your parents before leaving you for dead. It was a camping trip, ironically enough. When the police arrived, they chalked it up to some sort of PTSD. As far as the authorities are concerned, your parents were killed by a bear and your imagination is acting up as a coping mechanism. You don't really blame them. You wouldn't have believed it yourself, until the next full moon hit and you turned for the first time. You, or Fluffy (you're really not sure which), has a really bad feeling about revealing your true nature to the authorities, though. Somehow, if the world really knew that werewolves existed, you've got a feeling that you'd have a pretty big bullseye on your back. Keeping this a secret seems very important.You've got some time before your shift at Friendlies tonight. Do you want to take it easy or do something?>write in
>>30888000So who killed her parents?
>>30888021Sorry that it wasn't clear. The werewolf that turned you killed them.
>>30888033Aw shit.Well then, supporting>>30888023saying>im a werewolf wat do
>>30888000>Map out moon cycles on a calender.>Look up more information on lycan and werewolfs>Buy supplies for future "events" (rope, maps of local area, spare clothes, muzzle, handcuffs, GPS device or something).Do we have best friend or close family of something? If so, we should get a sit down and get some help. We can't do this alone.
>>30888053>start a werewolf quest on /tg/
>>30888058>>30888053>>30888023>>30888021So... Try to get help from other individuals?This quest takes place around 2000 or so. The internet is still sort of a new thing. Your immediate family is dead, and you're an only child. You turned the summer after you graduated high school. In the trauma, you never actually went to college, but most of your best friends went your separate ways. You're about 19 now.Would you like to reach out to a previous friends/acquaintances or search the internet for people like yourself? (roll d20 either way)
Rolled 11>>30888106Search the internet.
Rolled 4>>30888106Search the web
Rolled 10>>30888106looking for people on the internet will only end in one way.Let's reach out to our old friends instead
Rolled 1>>30888106>This quest takes place around 2000 or so. The internet is still sort of a new thing. Your immediate family is dead, and you're an only child.Well shit. Nah, just get ready for work, try to search stuff up on the internet. But after work, go to a library or something and look for information there.Also, let's befriend a co-worker or something and hopefully in the future drag them in to all these shenanigans.
>>30888137NAT 1. HELL YEAH. Why am I so awesome?
>>30888116>>30888126>>30888133>11Your parents were pretty up with technology before they died. Your house has an internet connection and an iMac. You decide to spend the day surfing the web. "Werewolves" "wolfmen" and related search terms don't turn up anything that seems credible. Most of your search hits are for movies, books, or other pop culture things that can't possibly be true. Oh well. Worth a shot.The next day, you clock in to work at Friendlies. The broken bones/bruises from a day ago are unnoticeable now. Eddie makes some comment toward you that you could probably construe as sexual harassment. >Roll 1d20 for what happens during your shift.
Rolled 12>>30888218RANDOM ENCOUNTER GO
>>30888223Oh hey, finally my first 20.
Rolled 14>>30888218Rolling for handsome strangers who tip well
>>30888033it was pretty clear to me
>>30888223Most of your shift goes uneventfully. You're looking at the clock waiting for closing time when a woman in her mid 20's walks in alone. She's your table. Well, there goes your hopes for good tips tonight."Welcome to Friendlies, my name is Meredith, how can I be your friendly server?" You intone according to the script.Her eyes meet yours as you breathe in her scent. It's... like yours. "I'll take the steak. Rare." She says. You break eye contact and mumble something about it being your pleasure and scuttle off. For reasons that aren't entirely clear to you, you avoid her table as much as possible. When the check arrives, she leaves the following note on the bill:"Motel 6, room 203. I'm staying through tomorrow. Let's talk, pup. We both know why."===Ok. that's it for me tonight. Next installment will most likely be Wed sometime. I'll advertise on the QTG. Feel free to post feedback here. You guys think this is worth archiving in sutpg or should I just use foolz?
>>30888424suptg is neater.
>>30888424I'd appreciate a twitter, personally.I don't lurk the /qtg/s.
>>30888424Thanks for running.
>>30888424suptg supports tags, which will get around the unfortunate spelling error.Also, get a twitter, avoid QTG. At the very most, only announce the thread start, without any other comment. Don't ever post anything remotely resembling an opinion while wearing your trip.
>>30888424its worth archiving in suptg just so there are 2 copies of it instead of 1.Sometimes a quest gets lost, corrupted, or deleted by a mod and its nice to have a backup
>>30888445Hmm... Creating a twitter account requires following at least 5 people? That's pretty dumb. Can someone give me 5 other QMs for me to follow so I don't get spammed with random shit?
>>30888458the problem is that suptg has no way of correcting/voting for tags. So if you mistype a thread becomes unsearchable (or if some troll archives it for you under a troll name like "fucking shitty quest")that all being said... >>30888462
>>30888470Go to the quest directory https://twitter.com/Eisenstern/quest-runner-directory
>>30888470No, it doesn't as far as I know.If you do look at the qtgs, I think there's a "quest runners" index where you can easily add other QMs.
>>30888470https://twitter.com/Eisenstern/lists/quest-runner-directoryA list of various quest authors
Ok, well here's my newly created twitter account.https://twitter.com/luna98442785I'll try to remember to give about an hour or so notice for when I'm going to post again at least. I'd love feedback on how I'm doing as well.
>>30888530Also, the thread has been archivedhttp://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/30883410/