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Luck is (++) this turn.

You are a parasite, and this is your host. You have decided that brute force infection will do nothing but get yourself killed. The fat and simple cells of the host are nothing compared to the trickster and wily nature of these flukes. You marshal your cells to convert enmass into fluke forms, producing them by the tens. After the first couple you realize you can make theses more efficiently, using a smaller group of 50k cells to grow into a full fluke, speeding production rapidly. With your new fluke nave you plunge into the circulatory system and run into your first group of fluke. They are quickly pierced and infested, becoming flukes of your own. The mass grows. This is good. The deep voice is pleased.

As you swim towards the lungs you feel a sudden rumble shudder through the host. The blood flow slows considerably and the nutrient slurry pumping through the nervous system and tissues slows. The blood becomes thick and discolored and the heart slows. It seems the fluke is trying to reduce the host’s O2 saturation. At least it tries too, you force the host’s nerves to dump Acetylcholine into every transmitter you can find. The host perks back up but you are unsure how long you can keep this up. You flukes surge towards the lungs and burst through the bronchial artery to find them absolutely infested with hundreds flukes on the surface. Small patches are grazed away, letting blood leak into the pleural space and is quickly drank up by the swarm.

Fluke Form Attackers 250k/per] : 40
[Cell Mass] : 16M
[Host Health]: 67% (----)
Fluke Threat Level 8/10


You have committed to combat in the lungs. Your martial mass is the swarm of flukes and anything you can infect. Choose your course.

[]Scour the surface:Infect the Flukes:Grow the Mass:Purge the Invader
[]Breech the lung:Stimulate the Host:Shake the Flukes loose:
[]Kill the Host:Kill the Larva:Consume All

(Highest Voted after 30 min wins)

>>32107011
Breeching would damage the host but be more effective, right?

>>32107011
>[]Scour the surface:Infect the Flukes:Grow the Mass:Purge the Invader
We're not yet ready for the host's death, so we have to protect it.

>>32107077
You do not know what is going on inside the lung. Currently flukes are grazing gently on the lung surface. Burrowing in and forcing the host to dislodge the flukes could be damaging?

>>32107011

[]Scour the surface:Infect the Flukes:Grow the Mass:Purge the Invader

>>32107011
[]Scour the surface:Infect the Flukes:Grow the Mass:Purge the Invader

>>32107011
>[x]Breech the lung:Stimulate the Host:Shake the Flukes loose:
symbiosis ftw

>>32107011
Damn. And this is the parasite who seemed to choose to absorb host experiences more and think more humanly itself...

Well. Nobody said being human meant being merciful.

OP, just curious, from where did you attain your knowledge of parasites and parasite related accessories?

>>32107423
You have absorbed exactly 1 host memory and rejected human experiences twice. Only recently have you shown some concern from your host but the majority of your thoughts and actions lean parasite.

>>32107392
Seconding

>>32107446
He said he was a bio major. But probably Wikipedia

>>32107446
Childhood interest and half of a Bio-degree. I won't say we are 100% factual but I try to make it faithful to the monster manual.

http://books.google.com/books/about/Modern_Parasitology.html?id=jj18axV3TTAC

>>32107454
I meant the fluke. Our rival.

Who thought in grammatical, playful sentences.

>>32107481
Ah well, it is very childish and there is nothing more base and cruel than a child.

>>32107497
>it is very childish
Children tend to do what gives them pleasure over what is actually beneficial to themselves, having consumed several flukes could we study them more in an attempt to release enzymes they crave and/or find delicious in order to make them consume us?

>>32107392
Stop that

>>32107539
Killing them is too pressing. No time

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Rolled 10

>>32107539 You certainly could, after the flukes stop attacking you and suffocating the host.

You lunge at the flukes grazing at the surface. They are ignorant at first, unable to recognize your new form, but quickly dislodge and begin to stab back, drinking your forms dry of fluid and ripping tissue apart.

The fight begins.

First three 1d20s please. Number to roll under is above. 100 is crit, 1 is fail as stated before. Damage is (20 minus winners lowest roll) x2 (x4 for crit)

Surface Flukes : 200
Fungal Flukes: 50

>>32107011
>Breach the lung

>>32107011
>[]Breech the lung:Stimulate the Host:Shake the Flukes loose:

Rolled 10

>>32107614
20 is crit win, excuse me

Rolled 5

>>32107614

Rolled 5

>>32107614

>>32107614
1d20

100 to crit

U wot m8

Rolled 9

>>32107614

>>32107614
Why no more d100

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Rolled 6

>>32107671 Because Toxo is studying the influenza virus atm and how it affects the host and its simpler math.


>>32107642
>5 v 10.
>Parasite Win
>30 Damage to Flukes

The flukes are fattened and weak, slow and pathetic. You relish in their screams as you consume their ranks for your own and decimate their forces. Some of the flukes self-destruct, preventing your implanted cells from converting the body.

Combat. Number to beat is above. First three 1d20s

Surface Flukes : 170 (-30)
Fungal Flukes: 60 (+15)

Rolled 17

>>32107770

Rolled 17

>>32107770

Rolled 5

>>32107770
you might have to speed this up. 3d20?

>>32107810
Close save

>>32107810
he got 3 within a few minutes, the speed is fine

>>32107829
I guess if OP doesn't mind writing smaller chunks...

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Rolled 3

You can sense the consciousness of the host, somewhere on the periphery screaming in anger and pain at you.

"YOU'RE NOT VERY NICE. I HATE YOU!" It stamps.

You watch as some of the flukes on the surface of the lungs begin to excrete some paralyzing enzymes, causing the host's lungs to falter. This does not last long as your flukes swim in and pick off the helpless saboteurs. They never saw it coming.


>5 v 6.
>Parasite Win
>30 Damage to Flukes

The flukes are fattened and weak, slow and pathetic. You relish in their screams as you consume their ranks for your own and decimate their forces. Some of the flukes self-destruct, preventing your implanted cells from converting the body.

Combat. Number to beat is above. First four 1d20s please.

Surface Flukes : 140 (-30)
Fungal Flukes: 75 (+15)

>>32107776
50 +15 = 65 though?

Get well soon

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Rolled 19

>>32107958
>Rolled 3
>1's are crit fails

Whelp, hoping for a twenty or two

Rolled 15

>>32107958
Oh fuck.

Rolled 12

>>32107958
Oah god, we need to beat a 3.
At least we have good numbers.

Rolled 14

>>32107957
I'm trying to streamline combat.

>>32107964
Correct. You get some bonus flukes because I'm cant into math.

Rolled 7

>>32107958

Rolled 7

>>32107958
Hope they don't keep up this sabotage. Wish we had time to take the slow route but apparent't their infestation is already near critical.

Rolled 14

>>32108016
But you gave us less not more. Should have 80 now.

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Rolled 1

The fluke's mind does not like you stifling its plans and bellows. Not with actual sound but with its mind and temporarily disrupts your control of the flukes. They are quickly consumed and torn to shreds. All is not lost as some of your more hardy flukes infect a few attackers, softening the blow.

>3 v 7 .
>Fluke win Win
>20 Damage to Parasite

Surface Flukes : 140 (-0)
Fungal Flukes: 55 (-20)

4 1d20 rolls please.

>>32107958
"Trying to fix. Don't die yet."

Rolled 10

>>32108130

Rolled 20

>>32108130
Well, I guess that means they crit fail?

Rolled 16

>>32108130
Welp, Roll for some sweet sweet damage.

Rolled 14

>>32108130
50+15=65
65+15=80
80-20=60

also critfail, woo-
>>32108156
oh my god

Rolled 8

>>32108156

And we crit win :)

Rolled 14

>>32108156
And you pissed it away.

You win round but no bonus damage.

Rolled 10

>>32108130
Think they auto lose this one, and give us that +5

>>32108166
Doing that already

Rolled 10

>>32108166
Rollin

>>32108191
Wait what?

Rolled 18

>>32108166


>>32108191
hah, I suppose that's fair. Do we at least know if the insides of the lungs are absolutely infested?

Rolled 5

>>32108191
Why?
You said roll and he did?

Okay, I'm lost. What system are we using ? Should I be happy anon rolled a 20 ?

>>32107640
>20 is crit win,
>>32108191
OP, man. You need to keep your notes a little more handy.

This system doesn't make much sense to me.

As it is, combat will take too many updates just shuffling numbers. If the result's determined entirely on dicerolls (rather then in other games where battle plans and activated abilities influence it), why not go for the traditional set DC with 2 or so content posts describing the fight? In the end we'll still either succeed or fail but do so much quicker and with less confusion.

Also, if it's roll-under, 1 should be success and 20 failure.

>>32108298
I'm lost about the 1 the enemy rolled. I guess they can't crit or something?

I really hope dice mechanics don't cause this quest to flounder, I find it really interesting and it gives me a desire to learn more.

Rolled 19

>>32108341 We had this argument so and yes I keep messing it up. But let this be final and I wont fuck up again.We are roll under and cirts are swapped, so

>High is Win.
>and 1 is failure.

As I'm confused, lets just let that be that and I wont cancel the crit and take your lowest roll for damage x4
>1v10
>20 rolled-Crit
>parasite wins.

You notice the fluke's scream disabled his own forces. It takes a moment to rally your forces back and charge in. At the last second the flukes connect back up and try to dodge out of the way. Its a massacre the majority of the flukes are rent asunder, tissue falling like soft snow. and quickly growing into fungal mass while the bodies. Your naval fleet surges and the Fluke's mind grows softer in volume though louder in spirit.


Surface Flukes : 100 (-40)
Fungal Flukes: 60 (+40)


>>32108377 I'm phasing them out. Soon it will be just back to verbal choices.

Rolled 3

5d20's please

Rolled 6, 13, 14, 7, 17 = 57

>>32108552
roll?

Also, 60+40=100

Rolled 17, 1, 14, 7, 14 = 53

>>32108552

Rolled 9, 20, 14, 15, 20 = 78

>>32108587

Rolled 20, 12, 7, 3, 15 = 57

>>32108552
Half way there. Hope all these dead flukes won't mess with the host somehow.

>>32108662
We could always consume the flukes.

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The battle is quickly over. The flukes are quickly routed and then decimated. You quickly set about consuming them and converting everything you can grab into mass and fluke. Suddenly you feel the fluke's mind attempt to flee the lungs to one of its strongholds, but is blocked at the artery you arrived in, you watch as the fluke retreats into the depths of the lung, crying in pure panic. You gather a mass and penetrate one of the deeper grazing wounds. You feel moisture, air, and coolness. A different cry from your previous territory. You also find eggs further up into the bronchial tubes from the aveoli. Lots and lots of eggs. The are fortunately immature and the fluke darts from egg to egg trying to will them to hatch. You make a point of consuming all eggs you find, even piercing one in front of the fluke. It tries to swim away after a moment of fear as you ensnare it.

You send your fluke navy into its strongholds, weakened and in disarray as the mind is caught in your web. They should not have a problem mopping things up. The fluke writhes and screams in fear as you hold it, its high pitched mental screams grating on your mycelium and you probe the entities mind. You can hear it now, mumbling something incoherent. You consider what to do with this things, though you'd rather be rid of it. Three simple options come to mind as you rest within the undulating lungs of the host, a veritable feast at your finger tips and an annoyance in your clutches.

[]Consume
[]Question
[]Torture

GM note: No more rolling. I promise, pure plot from now on. Sorry for the difficulties guys, lets get back to the story.

>>32109057
>[]Consume
Might as well not waste any time on this. Get back to the important work now that we've cleansed the host.

>>32109057
Question and torture.

If only one, torture.

>>32109057

>question
>torture
>consume

In that order

>>32109057
>[]Consume

>>32109081
I like some rolling toxo,

Let's just keep it simple and to the quest norms is all

>>32109057
>[]Question

>>32109057
torture

>>32109057
Question

>>32109057
>[]Consume

>>32109057
>[]Consume
>[]Torture
>[]Question
in that order

>>32109112
this

>>32109057
>Torture

Please choose one. I will choose the first option of those who multivoted.

>>32109281
it's gotta be torture man

>>32109281
Question

>>32109281
Torture. This fucker has bothered us for too long.

>>32109112
Changing vote to torture then

>>32109281
Question. We need to know.

>>32109281
TORTURE

>>32109281
>Torture

Now that the invaders are dealt with, are you guys cool with exploring the host's memories and experiences full-tilt?

Being a parasitic fungus is cool and all, but we have the potential to be more.

>>32109412
If no other crisis comes up? Sure

>>32109412
As long as we have no other matters to attend to. I want to get complete control of this fuckers body first off, so we can more easily micromanage his systems and walk around once we take over his mind.

>>32109412
>memories and experiences full-tilt?
No.

You look down at the pathetic little worm, writing about in your clutches. You have had enough of its childish antics and will make an example of it. You rear up small and thin tendrils and menace the fluke, slowing drawing them closer. It freezes for a moment, silent in pure terror, but quickly returns to more panicked screaming. “Mommy! MOMMY! PLEASE HELP, NO!”, you can make out, but it doesn’t bother you. This is your host and this is the price for challenging your rule. Acting like an innocent child is just disgusting, but if it chooses that as its last words then so be it.

You delicately begin to dissect the worm, infiltrating the fluke’s simple neural net through the small openings, stimulating every panic protein and pain you can muster. It isn’t even making words anymore as you ginger rip and cut and stimulate. You pause only a moment to monitor your progress purging the remaining flukes and patching up the host. It is going well. The heart is almost cleared and your mass is penetrating the liver, in both areas leaving infectious mass and solidifying your control over the host.


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The fluke begins dying, you prop up its system as best you can but it’s difficult as you exposed every digestive branch and are slowly digesting them. There are only so many tissues in a fluke you bemoan, but your time is at an end. Your mass seizes its brain, finally silencing that horrid blubbering. You can see its mind, ragged and fading and you reach out to take it. You take care this time, not simply grasping it but tapping into it slowly. You find your will reinforced, the mass less prone to panic and able to retain commands in your absence. You quickly reach out and direct your troops accordingly, increasing their infectious efficiency. The fluke’s mind dies and you feast on the fading scraps.

[Parasitic control reinforced]
[Nature : 1/100]

The world fades into blackness, the deep voice laughing, as if joyful in your triumph. The mass pulls away and you are drawn back to a familiar warm light. A memory, a young human’s one, recent, but not of the host. Who’s memory, you ponder, and how do you know this? You can almost touch it and drink it in. The mass should be fine for now but the deep voice quiets, nervous at the temptation before being dragged down by something unseen. Do you tap the memory ?

[]Yes
[]No

>>32109658
>no

>>32109658
[]yes

>>32109658
Yes. We're the little girl now.

>>32109658
>[]Yes

>>32109658
No, we are still in this body that will still be disposed off if we don't infect other meatbags.

>>32109658

[X] YES

>[x]Yes

We seem to be safe for now, why not.

>>32109658
>[]Yes

>>32109658
[]Yes

>>32109516
Our host is still strapped down to a table, right? Finding out more about their situation (and any potential methods of freeing them) could help us with infecting other hosts.

>>32109658
>[X]Yes

>>32109741
THIS

>>32109685
The memory fragment is a human male, although gender has no meaning in your fungal mind. You reflect on the feeling the of the larval fragment you rejected and it is different. Female a voice tells you.

>>32109658
>[]No

>>32109658
>Yes

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You decided to indulge the strange memory, against the wishes of…someone? The deep voice. Your mind, reaches out and taps the light, resulting a strong pulling sensation yanks you into a world of sensation, familiar to when you swapped with the host, but slightly different. You are shorter, physically weaker and are not in control. A memory, you are simply along for the ride. The human is sitting in a room, having just been woken from his desk. A place of learning, how strange these hosts are, each a single entity. The smooth white material hugs your form, the polished surface on the desk comes alive with a flurry of information, light an noise. Someone is calling your name. Steven. This creature is called Steven. Funny, you don’t have a name yourself, why would you ever have needed one?. You feel something push out from the creature’s lungs. What sound does it make.

[] ”Yes, Mr.Grontzky”
[] ”I was sleeping”
[] You cry.

>>32109937
>[x] ”I was sleeping”

Haha, time for asshole.

>>32109937
>[x] ”I was sleeping”

>>32109937
>[] ”Yes, Mr.Grontzky”

>>32109937
>[] ”Yes, Mr.Grontzky”

>>32109937
>[] ”I was sleeping”

>>32109057
>[]Torture

>>32109937
>[] ”Yes, Mr.Grontzky”

>>32109658
No

>>32110206
You are almost an hour late on that one.

“I was sleeping.” You groan out. The words eliciting a rising “oooooOOOOOH” from the other creatures in the room. They are other small children like yourself and a smirk from your teacher, a larger creature like your host but not the same. Female. She makes a soft clicking noise.

“That’s no way to speak to your teacher, young man. I would send you to the administrator but you are already summoned there. You must head there at once. Seems your father is here to pick you up early today.”

You pump your little fist, the emotion of joy flooding your mind. The creature gets up from the desk and runs up to the door, barely dodging the plastic as it slides out of the way. You head towards the administrators office, a scary place no child ever wants to end up in, but today it’s your ticket home early. You quickly burst through the door, not finding your father but two men, each wearing a lab coat like your father’s. You recognize one from a party your father had at home once.

You hear your father taking to the administrator through the shining thing on his desk, saying that you should be released into the custody of his co workers. He nods and waves them off. Yay! You’re going to go home. The one you recognize grabs your arm, a little too roughly but you don’t notice. They lead you into a car like your fathers and take off in to the air, the car making the low humming noise you love so much. You look out the window and see they are taking the wrong road. Your home is the other sky-lane from school. You have to tell them?


[] Calmly state “This is the wrong way, my home is that way.”
[] Yell “YOU’RE GOING WRONG. I WANT TO GO HOME”
[] Panic and hit the driver, telling him he is driving the wrong way!

>>32110345
>[] Panic and hit the driver, telling him he is driving the wrong way!

STRANGER DANGER

>>32110345
>[] Yell “YOU’RE GOING WRONG. I WANT TO GO HOME”
We're an obnoxious snot right now.

>>32110345
>[] Calmly state “This is the wrong way, my home is that way.”

>>32110345
Aaaaaaand the parasites are people.

Looks like this little bastard got turned into flukes.

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forgot the hovercar. 2200 is a cool year.

>>32110345
>[x] Panic and hit the driver, telling him he is driving the wrong way!

Fucker probably doesn't even have candy for us.

>>32110345
>[x] Calmly state “This is the wrong way, my home is that way.”
Might as well try the calm response first, and carry on with possibly getting into a midair collision if he says something that sets off even more alarms than this situation.

>>32110345

Calmly state.

Damn it, OP. I think I know where you're going, and I don't want these feels.

>>32110345
>[] Panic and hit the driver, telling him he is driving the wrong way!

>>32110505
It's the kid, right
This is what you get for being edgy, /tg/

Panic and Calm are tied.
Next post calls it.

>>32110593
Calm

>>32110593
Calm.

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You were told about this. Stranger danger! You only kind of know these guys and they are taking you somewhere strange. You think for a moment, they seem calm, and so should you be. I mean, you did see your father, grey haired and grumpy speaking with the administrator, and you know the one man driving. You decide to calm down and ask about their direction. “Hey, this is the wrong way, my home is that way.”

The man gruffly nods and tousles your hair. “Yeah Steven. We’re going to your dad’s work. He sent us to pick you up. He wanted you to be there when he finished his project. Its super top secret, I don’t even know. So tell me when you find out okay?” He is met with a punch in the arm from the man in the back seat. “Don’t use the kid to get ahead you dolt.”

They both laugh and you relax. You are going to see your father at work and he’s going to show you really cool secrets too! Science secrets. You’ve been to your dad’s work once a year ago for the science fair. You make little bowls of goldfish float around on an antigravity shelf, seeing if they got confused when returned to normal gravity. You got 3rd place! How fun!

The car lands and you are brought into the facility, the scary security guard glares at you before waving you in. The polished metal walls are cold as you drag your greasy hand along it marveling as the surface burns away your handprints as fast as you can make them. After a while of being led deep into the facility. You get taken to your dad’s office and told to wait here and not touch any of the cool flashing screens and whirring gizmos before the men leave. Did you listen?

[] Yes
[] No

>>32110839
>[] Yes
we're a good boy
which makes the whole human experiment thing all the more unfair

>>32110839

[] Yes

>>32110839
>[] No
Listening is for chumps.

>>32110839
>[] No
touch the screens, and only the screens

>>32110839
>[x] Yes

>>32110839
>[] Yes

>>32110839
>[] Yes

Yes

>>32110839
>[] No

>>32111329
No.

>>32111367
Ches

>>32111435
Queen to E8

>>32111470
Horsy man to majik johnson

yes

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>[] Yes


You decided to be a good son, and not even touch a single screen. You sit with your hands neatly folded as sit in your fathers office chair. You wait patiently as readouts feed and chime away, relaxing away. You barely notice the pinch in your neck, a mobile medbot filling your body with a sedative hypospray. The world begins to fade as the two men walk back in and pick up your slumping body.

“Sorry Steven, gotta make sure you don’t make a ruckus going in. You’ll see your dad soon kid, just relax and go to sleep.”

You fall asleep in a dreamless state. The world is a dark haze. You feel tugging and being lifted up. Some time passes. You begin to hear an argument. Angry voices kick back and forth. The parasite recognizes them. The old man who told you not to fail and the deep rumbling voice. You are still groggy, the sedative wearing off. You try to move but your body is strained. You listen.

“Goddammit you bastard, that is my son, and you already prepped him?! Do you know what son means, or are you too fucked to realize what you’re asking me to do?” A man, your father, is angry. Dad is here! You cheer mentally.

The deep voice rumbles. “The subject is perfect for the procedure. Genetic markers, Neural Patterns, even several makers you could not understand. Proceed with the process. I cannot tolerate delay. Your feelings are irrelevant.”

“Oh is that how it is? I saved your giant green ass, gave you this lab, promised you all the help you need, and for this? This is not what we agreed upon. No way you fucker.”

“If your son is strong he will survive. There, I have hidden which factor he will bond to. I understand human grief is unpleasant. I will even spare you the discomfort of starting the procedure.” The voice rumbles lower, “NOW….begin”

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You hear your dad cough and sputter before retching onto the floor. You are no longer in your fathers office, but in a large chamber, eerily green and made from wet metal. It smells horrible. A quick glance down reveals you are strapped to a slab, positioned above a roiling vat of material. You also see that your chest is wide open and you can see your ribs. You don’t feel any pain but begin to panic, struggling at your restraints. Down below you you see many cables snaking from the chamber leading to control panels unlike anything you’ve seen in your 10 years of life. There is a smaller console near the vat where your father is hunched over and shaking, hands moving in quick jerks. The other cables lead back into a darkened alcove where something massive is moving about. You can hear a clicking and clacking noise with soft squelches every so often. A dim halo of yellow light cuts through the darkness of the cavern. Littered about are large metal plates with strange writing on them.

You hear your father choke as he tries to speak, thin rivulets of blood running down his cheeks as they leak from his eyes. “I’m sorry Steven, daddy loves you, don’t be sacred it won’t hurt, just don’t lose against the others okay?” You cry out for him as the clamps release and you are dumped into the vat. In the brief moments of consciousness left, Steven sees hundreds of snails stuck to the wall as well as his entire body disintegrates. It hurt a lot, you could tell from the screams. But you are not Steven right now. You are floating above the chamber. The yellow light drifts towards you, booming a low voice. “I see you have come here, little one. Successful in conquest and other things… You must find me. Time grows short and these humans have outgrown their usefulness. Not that it matters. Take your host and free me. As the human said, Do not Fail.” The world fades to black and you are recalled to the mass. Humans are such easy prey, you think.

-----Game Pause-----

And that's it for today folks.
As always thank you for playing.
I'm going to be up for a bit to answer questions.
follow the twitter for game updates and any off thread questions. https://twitter.com/Toxo_Para

Called it.

I have no fucking idea what's going on.

>>32111659
>>32111677
>>32111697

Fucking hell.

G'night, Toxo. Thanks for running.

>>32111697
Great thread Toxo, thanks for running.

>>32111717
>>32111717
Is it not obvious? You have everything you need? What part confuses you?

>>32111717
The parasites are people. There's some inhuman intelligence, probably either AI or alien, that needs these scientists to turn people into parasites. Only certain people can become the parasites because DNA or something. The parasites need to fight to the death in a battle royale in order to help the alien/AI thing somehow. There's a thing that we need to find at some point in all the parasite on parasite killathon.

Understand better?

\>>32111830
Wow I'm so glad we tortured that poor kids soul before ripping him apart. Totally cool guys.

>>32112179
yeah
we know
it was really cool

>>32111830

Yeah, thanks.

>>32112179
>>32112262
Fuck off, parasites know no mercy. We're going to take this body, kill and enslave all humans and devour that fucking alien.

>>32112918
what?

>>32112918
Devour our space dad?

>>32112918
Either we follow the rules of nature or an abomination hero , lets see where the ride takes use
>>32111795
Also tox, will there be any virology?

>>32112990
Maybe eating a giant mind-controlling alien isn't the best plan

>>32113123
Depends on where you go from here, but I wanted to stick with parasites. You saw many things in the lab through Steven's eyes.

>>32113155
Thanks man

>>32111697
So our Nature stat went up right?

>>32113273
Nope. Nature is planted at a big fat 1 still. The lowest. Baring some really moving events, its almost locked in now.

>>32106982
Was it just me or did you not post a twitter update for this thread?

>>32113290
What is the nature stat?

>>32113434
Did just now, I had to run to the store. Sorry!

>>32113398
I supposed you can know now.
Parasite vs Human.

>>32113434
Just got done reviewing the quest.

Pretty sure it went down the more we embraced The Goal, as it were.

Could be wrong. We're...a bit schizo of some sort I think. We surge and we purge and we tap and we eat. The usual fun problems of being a hive of fa/tg/uys.

Still, I think we're all anti-establishment enough to say OMNOMNOM on some creators.

>>32113434
It is obviously a Human Nature stat. Look at when it decreased.

So we're locked into the "eat our creators, then eat everything else" path? Works for me.

>>32113506
Sorry Toxo, I love your writing, but this quest turned in a very uncomfortable direction for me, and if we're locked into this route I'mma have to pass. That being said, I'd love to see a quest in a similar vein... just, not, parasites fueled by the forsaken souls of kids. 2edgy4me

>>32113807
Bye. Won't miss you.

>>32113807
Don't worry, they're not ALL kids!

>>32113903
The tastiest ones are, though.

>>32113807
I know it took a darker turn, but the choices are made by the players.Similar information was presented before but was rejected for "reasons". I'll admit I did not enjoy writing up that memory fragment and if you all had voted for "question" maybe things would have been different, but I won't railroad you.

We are 100% not locked, just really low on the morality meter. Your nature colors your choices and how the parasite's will reacts to things, but there is always a +Humanity choice thrown in and very quickly you can shift it, if you can convince the fa/tg/uy mind.


>>32113936
>>32113903
>>32113885
Don't be rude to other players. Call me a shithead with fucking up the dice but there's no excuse to be hostile. Killing kids is rough but nothing kills my will to write these if people are going to be mean. Save it for the delicious hosts you will infect.

>>32113903
Okay anon, I kek'd. Otherwise, have fun guys, don't mind me; ain't gonna chide nobody for enjoying the rest of the ride

>>32113965
Thanks Toxo, you're a cool and reasonable dude.

>>32113965
Yeah, you might want to recalibrate your mean meter. That was gentle ribbing at worst, by /tg/ standards.

>>32114007
Just trying to tell a story. I have to sleep now.
Watch the twitter for then next session. I'm thinking Friday, but watch the twitter feed. I'll try to notify people in advance.

Thanks for playing!