>>34447563
>"I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!"

>"I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!"

>>34447563
>>"I was on a hot streak! I thought I would win for sure!"

>34447563
>>"I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!"

>>34447563
>One shot
>Titled "life quest"
Seems a little broad, Soma.

>>34447563
>>"I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!"

>"I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!"

This one is so vague that I feel like I have to find out where it goes.

>>34447563
>"I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!"

>>34447666
>666
Don't call it a grave this is the future you chose.png

>>34447581
>>34447584
>>34447652
>>34447679
>>34447681
>>34447683
>Found your calling.

>>34447612
>Gamblin' man.
Writin'

>>34447666
Trust me, Satan. I got an idea in mind.

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It was a golden opportunity, an offer like no other. Corporate Repo was a competitive field, especially in this day and age, but the pay. God damn, the pay! "I was tired of wandering around aimlessly in life, I thought you'd be happy!" She scowls. "My idea of happiness does not include my fucking husband gone for months at a time in the asshole of nowhere! You could've at least consulted with me about it first, before you go signing contracts and whatever the hell!" You hold out your hands pleadingly. "Baby, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity! If I didn't take it, someone else would've!"

She shakes her head. "Don't call me." With those final words, she climbs into the car. Jake throws you a sympathetic grimace before pressing down the gas pedal and twirling out of his parking space. You watch his tail lights recede into the distance with an overwhelming sense of regret. Surely this isn't actually the end. The love of your life, your college sweetheart, gone in an instant? It can't just... end like this, can it?

You stand there for a long while, staring off into space. Eventually you notice the cold seeping in through your jacket and cast a glance over your shoulder towards your house on a hill. You can't help but feel it would be oppressively lonely without Claire. You never managed to have any kids, despite innumerable tries. You were never sure if it was your fault or hers.

>Head for your office downtown, work will distract you and you still haven't picked your first assignment.
>Maybe a drive would help you collect your thoughts.
>Call up the guys. You really just need a drink.
>Write-in

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>>34447563
>One Shot
>Life Quest

Well this is unexpected.

>>34447852
>Maybe a drive would help you collect your thoughts.

>>34447852
>Call up the guys. You really just need a drink.
A night on the town, help us forget.

>>34447852
>Head for your office downtown, work will distract you and you still haven't picked your first assignment.
Corporate Repo?
I like the sound of that, yessiree.

>>34447852
>Write-in

Go for a jog

Late night jogs are a good distraction
Trust me I'm a doctor.

>>34447852
>Maybe a drive would help you collect your thoughts.

>>34447904
But the jogger always dies first!

>>34447904
Seconding this in lieu of >>34447880

>>34447904
They're also good for a good rapan

>>34447904
>>34447852
I like jogs. Please tell me we have a dog to join our jog.

>>34447852
>Head for your office downtown, work will distract you and you still haven't picked your first assignment.

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>>34447914
Are you questioning my Diagnosis?

Soma do the airships in the starting post indicate the level of technological development of the society in this quest?

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>>34447941
Is it best doge?

>>34448005
Combined with "Corporate repo" I figure we're in some kind of cyberpunk setting.

>>34447956
>>34447897
>Office

>>34447913
>Go for a drive.

>>34447888
>Call the guys.

>>34447941
>>34447915
>>34447904
>Jog

Jog it is. Writin'

>>34448005
It is. You're in a fairly futuristic setting.

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>>34448008
best dog is corgi

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>>34448008
>>34448042
Only good dog. Cats are otherwise superior.

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>Liking small dogs
Pleb tier confirmed.

>>34448042
You mean 3rd best doge?

>>34448081

You mean I don't even know what im looking at doge?

>>34448104

U wot m8?

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inu mimi are obviously the best

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>>34448214
I think you need to get your eyes checked.

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You pull your jacket tighter around yourself and turn to walk up the sloped path to your hilltop home. The door's open, clothes strewn across the entryhall from Claire's hasty exit. The china vase your mother gave you lies shattered across the floor, the result of an errant swing of her baggage. You don't bother closing the door, instead slipping upstairs to change into gym shorts and a warm hoodie. A little exercise will be just what you need to ward off the onset of depression.

Before you leave you pull open the back door and let out a long, loud whistle. Sally, the only other major woman in your life, comes bolting out of her doghouse like a bullet from a gun. An eight year old retired greyhound you adopted three years ago. She might be retired, but it's still damn impressive how fast she can run. You don't bother with a leash, just clapping your hand against your thigh gets her to fall in line.

You exit through the backyard gate, having no desire to retrace the path of destruction left by your soon-to-be-ex wife on her way out the door. You do some simple stretches to warm up while you consider what route you want to take. The forest trail has always been peaceful as can be, but at this time of night... it's probably a little shady. You could always just run a few laps around the block, but where's the fun in that? There's also the corner store down on Main Avenue, place has surprisingly good barbecue.

>Take a jog through the forest path, you've got Sally with you. It'll be fine.
>Just a few times around the neighborhood, you really just need some time to think.
>Head down to the corner store and grab some comfort food. The jogging will make up for the unhealthiness.
Greyhounds a best.

>>34448293
>Just a few times around the neighborhood, you really just need some time to think.

>>34448293
>Take a jog through the forest path, you've got Sally with you. It'll be fine.

>>34448293
>Take a jog through the forest path, you've got Sally with you. It'll be fine.

grey hounds are too lean they always look like they will fall apart

>>34448293
>Take a jog through the forest path, you've got Sally with you. It'll be fine.

Adventure! Though it'd be cooler if we had a dog that's not famous for running

>>34448338
I second this option.

>>34448353
>>34448356
>>34448402
>The forest!

>>34448338
>>34448407
>The neighborhood!
Writin'

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>>34448402
>Adventure!

You set off at a jog down the hill, along a well-worn path into the woods that surround your little slice of suburbia. The almost everpresent hum of the orbital cargo transport's engines fades away as the thick canopy envelopes you. In its place you find yourself surrounded by the buzzing of insects, rustling of critters, and quiet chirping of birds. You slip into a comfortable pace and do your best to clear your head.

Your mind wanders to the job offer. Corprate Repo is a fairly small field but highly in demand. Supposedly the only way to get in is to have military experience or know somebody. You'd been applying everywhere ever since you got out the Navy, but with a less than illustrious career under your belt you didn't actually expect to get in anywhere. When 'Molly', no last name, offered you a position working for Stelle Incorporated you couldn't pass it up. You'd put off telling Claire until just today, almost a week later. You really did think she'd be happy to hear you were finally moving up in the world. To be honest, you feel kind of betrayed that she reacted so poorly to your success.

You're about a third of the way through the trail when your thoughts are interrupted. You see a bright flash of light deeper into the woods accompanied by a loud 'pop', almost like a balloon going off. Sally dashes off in the direction of the flash, the forest suddenly unnaturally silent. "Wait, Sally!" You call out, but she's well and truly focused now. You doubt she even heard you. Damn it, she hardly ever does this!

>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!
>She'll find her way home, eventually. She always does.
>Whistle for her, stick around. Maybe she'll come back.
>Write-in

>>34448811
>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!

ADVENTURE

>>34448811
>a bright flash of light deeper into the woods accompanied by a loud 'pop'
Silenced gunshot?

>>34448811
>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!
Is it changeling time?

>>34448811
>>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!

YOU CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER ONE

>>34448811
>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!

Don't panic. This does not remind you of any horror movies you might have seen acouple of days ago.

>>34448811
>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!
God damn, what are we, bitch repellent?

>>34448811
>Follow after her. You can't just leave her out in the woods!

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>Follow Sally
Like, you got it man!

>>34448993
Damn it, you should've given us a scooby expy!

>>34448883
I sure hope so.

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You pick your way through the underbrush and around the thick trunks of trees towards where you saw the flash. It's slow going, these woods get pretty wild once you're off the trail. You hear a man curse under his breath and a soft thud, followed by Sally yelping. It sounded like it came from somewhere off to your left. Anger floods you at the thought of someone hurting your dog. You dash off in the direction of the noise with wild abandon.

You come crashing into a small clearing in the woods, finding a rather grisly sight before you. A man in a bloody white shirt points a gun at your chest. He's pale beyond belief, with heavy bags under his eyes. His face is gaunt to the point of being skeletal and the short mop of hair on his head is in complete disarray. He looks to be bleeding from a wound in his shoulder, but he doesn't seem overly concerned. It dawns on you slowly that you've met this man once before, when you were first given a tour of your new office. You think his name was... Robert, or something.

On the ground next to him is a corpse, trussed up and bleeding profusely from a hole in the back of its head. Six of its fingertips are cut off and a pair of bloody shears lies on the ground next to it. You think it was a woman, in life, but you can't be certain. A toolbox containing various vials and tools sits next to the body. A wave of nausea washes over you, and for a moment you think you might puke, but you're too stunned to move.

>Holy shit, Bob. The fuck is going on here?
>What did you do to my dog, asshole?
>Woah woah woah, put the gun down!
>Hey, uh, pretend I didn't see anything. Yeah?
>Run away.

>>34449243
>>Hey, uh, pretend I didn't see anything. Yeah?

We cool mayne, we cool

>>34449243
Shit bob is this some kind of test for the job?

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>>34449243
>Woah woah woah, put the gun down!

If dis nigga shot sally

>>34449243
>What did you do to my dog, asshole?

>>34449243
>Holy shit, Bob. The fuck is going on here?
>Woah woah woah, put the gun down!

>>34449243
>Holy shit, Bob. The fuck is going on here?
>Woah woah woah, put the gun down!

>>34449243
>What did you do to my dog, asshole?

>>34449243
>What did you do to my dog, asshole?
That ain't right, mang.

>>34449342
>>34449343
Seconded

>>34449342
>>34449343
>>34449371
>Holy shit, Bob. The fuck is going on here? Put the gun down!

>>34449356
>>34449360
>>34449338
>Nigga if you shot my dog...

>>34449298
>I wasn't even here.

>>34449328
>Is this some kind of test?

I'll fuse "What happened to my dog?" "Holy shit, Bob!" and "Put the gun down!"

>>34449429
>"Holy shit Bob, What the fuck? Chill out man. D-did you just shoot sally?"

"Holy shit, Bob." The words are out of your mouth before you even know you're speaking. "The fuck is going on? What did you do to my dog?" Robert glares at you, or at least glares harder at you. He's not a man with a terribly broad range of facial expression. "Dog's fine.-" He waves his pistol in the general direction of a small crumpled up ball of fur. Sally whines quietly, shivering. "Bitch was trying to bite me so I kicked her. Why do you know my name?"

He levels the gun once more at your chest. You lick your lips nervously. When did your mouth get so dry? "Can we... can we put the gun down, man?" Robert grins cruely. "No. Now start talking. Am I supposed to know you from somewhere, faggot? Better be someplace good, I don't like witnesses..."

Shit, there's no way this guy would kill you right? You're his coworker! He'd get fired, wouldn't he? You've got to admit you didn't really read any of that paperwork you signed, but it seems like killing your coworkers is a pretty instant career killer regardless of what field you work in.

>What's your name?

>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.
>Tell him you drink together all the time, surely he remembers you!
>Try to play it off. Nah, you don't know him. You were just... guessing!
>Tell him to forget about it, you just want to take your dog and get out of here. You never saw nobody.
>Write-in

>>34449645
>What's your name?
Donovan Murphy, goes by 'Donny'.

>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.

>34449667
>>What's your name?
>Donovan Murphy, goes by 'Donny'.
Donny is a gay nickname. 'Don' is far superior.

>>34449645
>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.

>>34449645
>>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.
Don is gud

>>34449645
>What's your name?
Ronald Mcdonald
>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.

>>34449645
>Tell him the truth.

>>34449645
>What's your name?

John

fuck if I know a last name

>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.

>>34449645
>>Tell him the truth, you're the new guy at work.

You know /tg/ needs more of? French names. Like Jean-Baptise. Or Loius Saint-Clair.

>>34449645
>What's your name?
Elizabeth, homosexual marriage is a thing after all

>>34449820
Can we do that?
That would be cool

>>34449820
Second

>>34449820
yay lesbians

>>34449820
Nah.

>>34449820
why would they try to have kids then ?

>>34449820
That would explain the children problem. But I think I'll pass.

>>34449820
Second

Net is dead. Hopefully back up soon. Not sure what's up.

>>34449689
>>34449769
Either of these works for me.

>>34449820
This'll be coo-

>>34449956
Oh.

>>34449820
No.

>>34449820
Yes

>>34449820
Maybe

>>34449820
Fuck you.

>>34449820
I don't know

>>34449820
Can you repeat the question?

>>34449820
I'm good bruh nah

>>34449956
It's the fucking Leprechauns I bet. It's always fucking Leprechauns.

I'd be fine being a guy named Elizabeth.

Fuck damn it, RIGHT as I was going to introduce the actual premise of the quest, too.

>>34450305
ur a fagget

>>34450331
Can't you just plug your phone into your computer for Internet?
Most smart ones have personal hotspots these days

>>34450360
Hadn't thought of that. Let me try.

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I'll always wait for Op

Victory, I think! Mobile hotspot is go!

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>>34450712

>>34449667
>>34449689
>>34449709
>>34449978
>Donovan "Don" Murphy

>>34449978
>>34449769
>Louis Saint-Clair/Sinclair

>>34449756
>John. Just John.

>>34449714
>MICKY D

For the record, MC is male. Primarily because I don't trust myself to write a female MC that isn't just "Dude w/ Tits". I constantly worry my NPCs come across that way. Sorry to the folks who voted Elizabeth.

>>34450823
Screw you man, I'm fine with a man with tits, after all, we were in a fucking lesbian relationship

>>34450823
Fuck you

>>34450860
>>34450875
I'm torn between a rustled image and a bait one

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>>34450949

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>>34450954

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"It's Don, you know... uh, Donovan?" His finger slides from the trigger guard, wrapping around the thin strip of metal that seperates you from a bullet in the chest. "Donovan Murphy! You know, the new guy from work? We met yesterday, when I was getting a tour of the office!" Robert cocks his head to the side, for a moment you think recognition dawns on his face. "Hmmm, nope. Not ringing any bells."

You open your mouth to respond, but something hits you in the chest and knocks all the wind out of you. You feel yourself wrenched backwards, but manage to keep your feet. The flash and the sound of the gunshot only seem to filter through later, footnotes tacked on to the situation as an afterthought. Dumbstruck, you reach a hand up and press it against the gaping hole in your chest. When you pull it away it's covered in deep, red blood.

You feel something tearing through your got and hear a second pop, then a third as something slams into the other side of your chest. You take a deep, wheezing breath but no matter how much your try to inhale you can never seem to get enough air into your lungs. You've ended up on the ground, though you're not sure how or when it happened.

This isn't fair. This isn't fair at all. Your wife left you, and now your coworker has shot you not once, but three times. Where is the justice in that? You were supposed to start your new job tomorrow. Supposed to get rich. Supposed to win back Claire's heart regardless of what it took. You were supposed to give your mother grandchildren before she died, and teach your son to shoot a rifle.

Black is creeping into the edges of your vision, but you manage a glimpse of Robert standing above you. He says something, but you can't really make it out. The barrel of his gun lines itself up with your forehead and all of a sudden the world is dark.

But that is not the end.

>>34450823
Aw no Elijah or Ellis?

You find yourself floating before a massive, shifting conglomerate of a thousand different corpses. The central figure has one skeletal arm and a 'face' composed of innumerable thin strands of flesh twited together. A cloak billows out around him, swirling and merging with the horrible monstrosity he's attached to. Next to him is another figure, a decayed torso attached at the waist to the mass of flesh, its eyes merely hollow sockets. Barbed tentacles snap towards you from the mass of flesh, but a barrier of some sort seems to stop them.

"My, my. Master, is this the one?" The disembodied torso speaks. Its 'master' responds after a moment, a mouth forming itself from the twisted mesh of skin that serves as its head. "No, not even close, but he'll do. I guess."

>Oh god are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?
>Beg Mr. Eldritch Monstrosity not to eat you.
>No, look. This isn't fair. He HAS to let you go back. There is unfinished business you simply must attend to!
>Write-in

>>34451343
What a prick

>>34451387
>Oh god are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?

>>34451343
>>34451387
>Life Quest
>Die in the first session
Heh... we get awesome ghost powers though, right?

>>34451387
>No, look. This isn't fair. He HAS to let you go back. There is unfinished business you simply must attend to!

>>34451387
>Oh god are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?
>No, look. This isn't fair. He HAS to let you go back. There is unfinished business you simply must attend to!

>>34451387
>>Oh god are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?

I'd say it's time to FREAK THE FUCK OUT.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?

THE FUCK IS THAT?

THE FUCK IS YOU?

>>34451423
Second

>>34451387
>>Write-in
>Oh god are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?
>Where's Sally

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>>34451343
>This isn't fair. This isn't fair at all. Your wife left you, and now your coworker has shot you not once, but three times. Where is the justice in that? You were supposed to start your new job tomorrow. Supposed to get rich. Supposed to win back Claire's heart regardless of what it took. You were supposed to give your mother grandchildren before she died, and teach your son to shoot a rifle.

>mfw

>>34451387
Oh god are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?

>Freak the fuck out
>Oh god, are you dead? Is this hell? What did you do?
>This isn't fair!
Writin'

Panic sets in. You try to reach for your chest to see if you're still filled full of holes, but you can't move your arms. You can feel them there, you can feel your muscles straining to bend your elbows, but they simply won't move. You try to look down, but your neck won't budge. Your head stands locked straight, eyes focused on the figure before you. It's almost like sleep paralysis.

You'd be hyperventilating were you able to breathe, and your heart would be racing if only it was still beating at all. "Am I dead?" You speak almost without realizing it, a flood of relief washing over you when you hear your own voice echoing through the vast expanse. "Is this hell? What did I do? I mean I guess there was that one time with the whole 'Soup' incident, and I've lied and cheated and stolen a few times in life, and I was kind of shitty to me fir-"

Your voice is cut off, forcefully. It's like all the air has just been ripped out of your lungs, even though you're not particularly sure you still have or need lungs. The central figure of twisted flesh leans across the gap, his head stopping just a few inches in front of your face. "There is no heaven or hell here, my friend. I am your god now."

You find yourself once more capable of speech. With eyes flung wide in panic you stubbornly persist. "This isn't fair! You have to let me go back, I need to kill that fucking bastard who offed me! I need to-" Once more an intense ache spreads through your chest as your voice is cut off. "A second chance you want, hmm?" You feel the capability of speech once more returned to you, and take a moment to consider what to use it for.

>Yes! Yes you want a second chance, you need a second chance!
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.
>Write-in

>>34451860

>Yes! Yes you want a second chance, you need a second chance!
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

We're not in a position to be picky, but we'd be dumb to agree to anything without knowing the details first. ... Maybe we can bargain!

>>34451860
>>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

>>34451860
>>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.
It always depends on the cost.

>>34451860
>Yes! Yes you want a second chance, you need a second chance!

>>34451860
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

While internally thinking
>Yes! Yes you want a second chance, you need a second chance!

To determine if the entities can read our mind. If they can, we're fucked on negotiations anyways. If not....

>>34451900
Once again, Somas quest turns to haggling

>>34451860
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

Let's see what we may be getting into.

>>34451860
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

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>>34451860
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

>>34451860
>Yes! Yes you want a second chance, you need a second chance!
>Well... it would depend on the cost, you suppose.

>>34451926
It always comes back to our inner Jew.

>>34451942
OH THAT JEW

>>34451860
>Yes! Yes you want a second chance, you need a second chance!

>It depends on the cost but you totally fucking want a second chance holy shit.
Writin'

>>34451948

Would you have it any other way?

>>34451977
No never

>>34451977
Well...

>>34451967
Are we about to get real Faustian up in dis bitch?

You try to clear your throat but find that you're unable. "Well, I suppose it would depend on the cost..." Holy crap, you're actually being offered a second chance. You cannot wait to wrap your fingers around that skeletal little bastard's throat and squeeze the life out of- "My demands are thus, mortal." Your thoughts are interrupted by the creature's voice. "One, you shall serve and obey me regardless of my commands. Would I ask you kill yourself, you would be obligated to do so."

That's... that's quite the demand to make on someone. You'd protest but the creature continues to speak. "Two, you will not reveal knowledge of my existence or the existence of this afterlife to any mortals you would come in contact with. To do so will cause you unimaginable pain." You suppose that one sort of makes sense. "Three, you will offer to me a single human life in sacrifice, per month. Who this life comes from matters not, be they the vilest of corrupters or the most honorable of knights. After the proper incantations have been made, you must consume the flesh of the sacrifice in totality. To fail in this duty will result in your immediate, and painful, death."

Okay, canabalistic human sacrifice. A little bit outside of your comfort zone. You're not sure if you're okay with that. Again, the creature continues. "Four, you will not squander your second chance by segregating yourself from the world. I am giving you a great gift, I expect you to take full advantage of it. When next we meet I do not want you to retain any regrets."

(1/2)

The creature's mouth splits into a grin far too wide for any human mouth. "In exchange for these services I offer you a single boon. I may grant you the ability to see and interact with spirits, opening up the possability of forming contracts and binding them to your will. I may grant you the perfect body, the absolute peak of human ability in every way. Finally, I may grant you the gift of regeneration; even should you be reduced to a fine pink mist, your body will eventually rebuild itself. How long it might take to recover from severe damage I cannot say."

>The ability to see and bond with spirits.
>The perfect body, absolute peak of human capability.
>The ability to recover from any wound, given enough time.
>What happens if you refuse?

>>34452353
>What happens if you refuse?

>>34452353
>The perfect body, absolute peak of human capability
But it's female

>>34452353
>What happens if you refuse?

>>34452353

>What happens if you refuse?

Not a big fan of human sacrifice and unquestioning obedience to anything. ... That being said, if we can renegotiate the terms some,

>The ability to see and bond with spirits.

Would probably be bad ass.

>>34452353
>The ability to see and bond with spirits.
Obvious choice.

>>34452353
>>The ability to see and bond with spirits.

>>34452353
>The ability to see and bond with spirits.
>The ability to recover from any wound, given enough time.

Try to Haggle for more than one boon.

>>34452353
>The ability to see and bond with spirits.

>>34452353
>The ability to see and bond with spirits.
pogeymon

>>34452353
>>What happens if you refuse?
>The ability to recover from any wound, given enough time.

>>34452389
Fuck yes this

>>34452353
>What happens if you refuse?

Mephisto pls

>>34452389
Elizabeth, here we come!

>What happens if you refuse?
Writin' for this before anything else. Gotta have all information and whatnot.

>>34452389
Second

>>34452389
This

>>34452344
>consume the flesh of the sacrifice in totality.

Hey woah man I ain't sign up to eat dicks

>>34452389
Supportan

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>>34452533
>>34452524
>>34452516
>>34452505

>>34452535
Hey man, noone ever got to be immortal without eating a few dicks.

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>>34452535
Fuck.

>>34452389
Oh christ, again?
pls no

>>34452535
IT'S OKAY TO EAT CORPSE DICK YO
NO HOMO

>>34452535
he never said we couldn't cook said human first. grind it all up and you can't tell a dick from an elbow anon

>>34452614
>Keep a load of suspicious burger patties in the fridge labeled things like "Chuck" and "Some Homeless Guy".

>>34452567
>>34452551

Nah man I don't know what type of immortality this shady ass motherfucka is selling but fuck it. I'm good.

>>34452353
>The ability to recover from any wound, given enough time.

You consider for a moment. "What happens if I refuse?" The creature shrinks back several feet, allowing you just a tad more personal space. "Should you refuse you will be torn apart and subsumed by the collective, never to again be sentient, let alone see the light of day." Hot damn, that seems just a tad harsh. Still, maybe there could be some leeway here?

"If I should refuse your boon but accept your offer, it would only be fair that you lighten your demands." The creature once more leans forward, closer this time. You can feel the thin tendrils of flesh sliding along the underside of your chin like cillia. Its nose is nearly pressed against your own. "This is not a bargain, mortal. You accept or you decline. The terms are set in stone and have been for hundreds of millenia, long before even your earliest ancestors were even concieved."

You frown. This guy is really being no fun at all. "Just because the terms have been decided millenia ago doesn't mean they can't change. Work with me here, I'm selling myself into slavery to serve you the least you can do is offer your newest servant a little give and take, yeah?"

The creature leans back, a skeletal hand reaching up to pick at the strands of flesh that compose its head. It's thinking, you think.

>ROOOLL 3d10, flat. DC is 20

Spirits obviously.
Guys negotiate on the eating clocks thing.
Cause if not I'm not trying to eat a full adult or males.
So this is going to go full serial killer on little girls and babies.
I don't think you guys realize just how much meat there is on an adult.
Also..hiding a body or even all the meat from each kill will be tough.
Btw soma one shot..i don't think so lol.

Rolled 4, 4, 2 = 10 (3d10)

>>34452730

>>34452732
Really it's meant more to be a serialized quest, each individual segment fairly self contained. This is simply the introduction.

>>34452730
Oh, and this is me.

Rolled 5, 4, 9 = 18 (3d10)

>>34452730
Oh god pls

>>34452730
ONE MORE TIME

Rolled 2, 5, 2 = 9 (3d10)

>>34452730
At least we can still be the girl

Rolled 4, 2, 7 = 13 (3d10)

>>34452730

Rolled 9, 4, 4 = 17 (3d10)

>>34452730

Rolled 6, 7, 1 = 14 (3d10)

>>34452730

I spend vys on this roll! All we have!

Welp.

Rolled 8, 10, 6 = 24 (3d10)

>>34452730
Come on you ugly bastard, throw us a bone.

>>34452730
Please RNGesus

>>34452745
>>34452752
>>34452788
>10, 18, 9
>Failure!
A note on dice rolls. I'm taking away the concept of "Severe Failures", however I'm also removing the concept of "vys" and its expenditure. I figure the two removals ought to balance out but I'll probably tweak this in the future. The skill system in this quest will also be far more extensive.

>>34452815
Little late there, unfortunately.

>>34452752
Spending all of our vys on this.. don't care if we pass out..After we've convinced him.
I don't even mind doing a type in like I did last time for that extra 2 points we need.

I just need to know what we want. More boons/less cannibalism/ more cannibalism 3 boons?

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>>34452752
I rolled an 18. I feel good now I can sleep knowing I doomed you guys the least.

Also

>Trusting Spooky ghost, god thing

>>34452864
>Trusting Spooky ghost, god thing again
FTFY

>>34452864
>trusting
This isn't trust, it's do what he says or we ded.

Oh! Just so I don't have to host another vote after writing a post, quick FINAL DESTINATION vote to decide power.

Vote
1
To see and bond with spirits, possibly earning extravagant power.

Vote
2
To become able to regenerate from any wound, given time.

>>34452917
1

>>34452917
1

>>34452917
1

>>34452833

This guy just can't catch a break! First he can't stop his girl from leaving and now he can't convince an eldritch horror that human sacrifice is bad! Silver tongued, this guy is not. ... Where's Mik when you need him?

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>>34452878
>This isn't trust, it's do what he says or we ded.


Riiiiggggghhhhtttttt.

Or so he would have you believe.

>>34452917
2

>>34452946
>Listen, you agree to drop the human sacrifice requirement and I'LL give you a magical artifact sword for FREE! Only slightly used!

>>34452917
1

>>34452917
1

>>34452917
1

>>34452946
Doing... Almost the exact same thing Pani fucking dammit Mik

>>34452917
What happened to >>34452389 ?
That got a lot of votes

>>34452917
1

Ya'all realize that as a summoner type of character, we'll have to max out our Jew-stats? And if these DC's are indicative of what's further down the road...let's just say we ought to pick up a book on the Socratic method.

>>34452955
Fuck, read that in his voice.

>>34452932
>>34452936
>>34452939
>>34452963
>>34452966
>>34452967
>>34452986
>1

>>34452956
>2

>>34452979
Un momento, let me count.

>>34452995
If that's an option I'm changing my vote

>>34452979
It got 1 vote exactly.
Shut your whole mouth.

>>34453018
Whore is the word I was trying for but my phone seems to like you.

>>34452979
Ah fuck, I didn't notice the various "seconded" and supporting votes. I'm a little tipsy. Anyway, I'll rehost real quickly because by all rights "Peak human body" ought to have been the second choice. It won't grant you a female body, though.

I've got most of the post that I can write without this choice written already, so once a decision is actually reached it shouldn't take me long to get the post out.

Vote
1
To once more select seeing and bonding with spirits.

Vote
2
To select the absolute peak human body.

>>34453039
1

>>34453039
1

>>34453039
1

>>34453039
1

>>34453039
Nevermind then, no point in it.

>>34453039
1

>>34452878
Well... Just because you're a flaming skeleton that said you could burn down the world doesn't necessarily mean you can. It just means you're a flaming skeleton that CLAIMS to be able to burn down the world.

>So what's it going to be MORTAL?! DEATH OR MY BOON?
>Ehhhh I'll pass
>GOOD PREPA- WAIT WHAT?
>SHIT

>>34453039
>Can't be a girl
Why vote

>>34453033
>AnonXPhone

I ship it.

>>34453039
Guys do remember with spirita. While we may not have even thing at peak human stats with spirits we could have better than human reflexes and speed. Making more other things useless.
Also peak human punching means very little when we ally with an earth spirit to reinforce our body to with stand bullets.

Voting closed! Result is clear.

>>34453134
That's because you don't allow us to become qt3.14 girl faget

>>34453121
Every vote so far has been for spirits, I don't think you need to convince anyone.
Also I assume Soma would have put enough thought into this to not have one option blatantly better than the other.

>>34453121
The thing about spirits is that it offers the most room for advancement with the lowest starting capabilities and the highest risk of fucking ourselves over with bad deals.

>>34453079
>ARE YOU SURE YOU DONT WANT IT?
>Nah man I'm good
>I'LL MAKE YOU THE RICHIEST MAN ALIVE
>All the money in the world can't buy what I really want.
>I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE BITCHES YOU COULD EVER WANT
>There's only one bitch out there for me... Sally.
>FUCKING MORTALS

"Your arguement has merrit, but you have no power here. As your accomplishments grow so too will your power and perhaps, as you advance, I will provide you a longer leash." The creature waves a hand absentmindedly, as if dismissing the entire line of conversation. Once more the creature leans forward, its bony hands cupping your face. "Now choose, this is the last time I ask, mortal."

You feel coldness creeping into your flesh through the creature's fingers, your skin rapidly rotting away the longer the contact is maintained. You get the feeling the spirit is rushing you You quickly discount regeneration as a possability, while certainly a powerful boon it doesn't necessarily mean you can't be contained or imprisoned. Being the absolute peak of what a human can attain in terms of physical and mental attributes is certainly tempting, but it's rather limited in terms of advancement. You wouldn't be able to go anywhere from there. In the end, you decide to go with the ability to see and bond with spirits.

As your neck sloughs off you speak. "I wish for the ability to see, commune, and contract spirits. I will agree to your terms, creature." The creature removes its hand, and your flesh returns in an instant. "Very well, I will return you to your body. Your life will be yours to do with as you please so long as the sacrifice is recieved and you obey my orders when I give them."

The creature touches a finger to your forehead and a sharp burning sensation radiates through your being. "Go, my servant. Prosper."

You slowly become conscious of your surroundings. Something warm, wet, and rough is running itself across the side of your face. It smells like absolute crap. You're laying on a bed of wet leaves. Your mouth is filled with a foul, coppery taste you recognize as blood. You groan wearily and push Sally away with one hand, rolling onto one side to vomit the meager contents of your stomach into the grass and detritus.
(1/2)

Your stomach emptied, you finally crack open your eyes. You're alive, you're breathing. Everything hurts, but you're alive! Sally whines miserably, trying to lick away the dried blood that cakes your face. Odd, that you weren't burried. Nor was the girl's corpse. Did Robert panic after you stumbled upon the scene? Did he flee?

You push yourself up, pausing a moment to scratch behind your faithful mutt's ears. She is clearly favoring her right side, you'll probably need to take her to a vet, but at least she's alive. The world doesn't seem particularly... different. Could it have been a dream?

>Return home, you just... really want to sleep right now.
>You need to get Sally to a vet, immediately.
>Write-in

Hmm we could leave Sally to die and try to bond with her spirit.

>>34453338

>Write in

Return home, CLEAN OURSELVES, then take Sally to the vet! Let's not start off with people asking a bunch of questions about the blood on us, ok?

>>34453362
Fuck that. Though maybe a spirit could help heal her.

>>34453387
This. Plus I want to see what happened to our forehead.

>>34453387
>>34453338
Supportan'.
Also, rejuvenate with some energy food (banana and coffee) and get Sally checked out.

>Return home, shower, coffee and some food, then take Sally to the vet.

>>34453338
>>34453419

>Write in
Let's test out our new power and commune with the dead girl's spirit. It'd also be a good idea to eat her body, we do need to eat a human once a month.

>>34453506
You can't just eat a random corpse each month,

You have to prepare it, and annoint it with the special oils. Incant the malediction of entropy, and then, and only then, can you begin the feast, or rendering of the flesh from bone to cook.

>>34453506
Has to be a living human as well. The girl is dead.

>>34453543
Yeah sorry, I just went back and rered that part, thought it was just cannibalism.

"C'mon girl, let's go home." You pat Sally on the head briefly before pushing yourself to your feet. Pain twist through your gut and you instinctively press a hand to your abdomen, but you feel no hole. It's likely simply a result of vomitting recently. You do your best to walk it off, but it's slow going. You're barely able to stand without support by the time you reach the trail.

Curious, you note a trail of blood leading further down the path. It would be faster to retrace your steps towards home, as you're less than halfway around the trail, but you can guarantee there was no blood there before. It seems to have a hazy quality to it you can't quite pin down, like it's surrounded by a corona of light, but if you focus on it directly the effect is gone.

Sally whines, sniffing at the blood. She whines again and hobbles a few steps down the path towards home before pausing to whine again. She seems struct by indecision, an odd circumstance to be in for a dog, no doubt.

>Follow the blood, you're curious to see what left the trail.
>Focus on getting home, strange trails of glowing blood in the woods can wait.
>Write-in

>>34453338
Oh, we're totally going to murder and eat that douchebag. He shot us!

>>34453387
This is the most reasonable.

>>34453618
>Follow the blood, you're curious to see what left the trail.

>>34453618
>>Follow the blood, you're curious to see what left the trail.

>>34453618
>>Focus on getting home, strange trails of glowing blood in the woods can wait.

Sally first

Soma, did you just come up with this setting today?

>>34453618
>Follow the blood, you're curious to see what left the trail
Probably something important

>>34453618

>Follow the blood, you're curious to see what left the trail.

>>34453671
>Calling this a setting.
Anon, pls. It's a loosely joined string of ideas at best.

Anyway, writin' for
>Follow the blood trail

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You limp down the trial, following the blood. It twist and winds along the path, the corona of light surrounding it gradually growing brighter. Presumably the fresher the blood, the brighter the glow. At least that's your educated guess, for all you know it's complete bullshit.

You begin to hear weeping filtering through the thick woods and underbrush, coming from somewhere up ahead. It's obviously feminine, and there is a certain haunting, echoing quality to the sound that seems to make it resound throughout the forest, even though you can only barely heart it. You manage to force yourself into a jog without excessive pain, Sally hobbling along behind you painfully. You can't have gone very far, but it feels as though you've trekked miles.

The trail of blood suddenly stops, as does the weeping. You're standing in a area of the trail that's a bit wider than the others, room on either side for a jogger to rest or picnickers to relax. It seems inordinately hot, especially considering how chilly it was just a moment ago. You find yourself sweating profusely without really knowing why. A young girl's voice intrudes on your thoughts from above, and you glance up to see a robed, more or less formless figure hovering in the air. Instead of legs, her lower body seems to form into some sort of flaming tail. Her upper body beneath the robes seems to be a veritable aurora, a dozen colors shifting and swirling together.
(1/2)

Where her face ought to be, she instead has an odd mask in the shape of a bull's skull, long horns curving upwards from her temples. Two roiling balls of fire rest where her pupils ought to be in the voids that are her eyes. "For what reason do you follow me? I wish only to be left alone, to ruminate on the cruel hand delt to me by fate! Must you interrupt a lady's private musings?"

Flame flickers to life on one of the creature's shoulders, burning for an instant before extinguishing itself. A mix of panic and fear begins to creep through you as you realize you're either going insane or that conversation with Death, or whatever it was, wasn't a dream.

>I was just curious, is all. What's your name?
>What, can't a guy go for a jog in the woods? She doesn't own these woods!
>Write-in

I really must go to bed soon, final post is approaching. Will probably run this on Friday and Saturday. Thursday is iffy, really iffy.

Banished Quest will resume on Monday, meaning this quest will get put on the back burner. I will pick it up again, just no guarantee when that will be or what sort of schedule it will have.

Oh, and archive here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=Life%20Quest

>>34453953
>I was just curious, is all. What's your name?
>Write-in: This is gonna sound unbelievable but, I have a pretty good idea of what you're going through. I died too. So...who did you in? Friend? Family? Lover? Coworker? Yourself?

>>34453953

>Write-in

You're the woman that was killed a little bit ago, right? If so, the guy that killed you killed me too. I'm not letting it go. Do you want to help me bring him down?

>>34453953
>Write-in
"Hello, my name is Donovan. Let me cut straight to the point. Do you desire revenge for your cruel and untimely death? Would you give up your freedom in the afterlife for his death? I am here to offer you a deal. Accept and we shall hunt him down and make him suffer for his deeds."

>>34453989
>>34453953
Voting against this option, because it's pretty obvious is wasn't the six fingered creature. Wrong speech patterns and it's way to soon for her to start feeling or even accepting what happened to her.

>>34453989
Do not tell her we got killed as well. That sounds just a tad bit too suspicious.
>>34454046
There was no six fingered creature. It was a body with six fingers cut off.

>>34454062

She's dead, and we're walking around covered in our own blood, with bullet holes in our clothes. I think we're way past the point of suspicious. Not to mention, a point of common ground is always a good thing.

>>34454101
But it's pretty obvious we don't share a common killer and possibly even the same era of existance. The phrasing is also way too gung-ho and the latter write-ins may just end up just pissing her off.
Vote:
>>34453980
if you want to get more background and, I dunno, actual progress instead of immediately trying to force her into a deal while we're bloodied and our dog is injured, without any idea of how to even seal such a bargain.

You smile as charmingly as you can manage through the fog of pain that seems to consume your life. "Hello, my name is Donovan. What's yours?" The spirit folds its arms in front of its chest. "Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova of Russia and Rightful Empress of All the Russias!" She declares proudly, fist propped against her hips. However, she can't maintian the facade of confidence for very long. "At least... I think I am. I don't... really remember very much, if I'm being honest. I know those dirty Bolsheviks killed me and my family in secret after we'd given them all they'd asked! It was completely unjustified!"

Flames seem to roar to life around her as her temper flares. "I'll have every dirty communist rebel's head roasted while they still life, I swear it by my unlife! The men who reduced me to a incorporeal spirit will rue the day they dared to interfere with the life of Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova of Russia and Rightful Empress of All the Russias!" Christ, that's a long title. You really hope she's not going to do that every damn time she mentions herself. You also somehow doubt this is the spirit of the deposed Russian princess, being that she's in the middle of the damned United States. Who even knew that there were more than one Russias?

>Ask Princess Anastasia here what she's doing in the United States, and why she's speaking English.
>Ignore the disembodied vengeful spirit of a supposed Russian princess. Head home.
>Write-in

>>34454150

Fair enough. I just assumed that the most likely dead woman to run into here is the one that just died, but the way she talks does make it less likely. Either way, we might as well try to see if we have any common ground with her.

>>34454184

>Ask Princess Anastasia here what she's doing in the United States, and why she's speaking English.

>>34454184
>>Ask Princess Anastasia here what she's doing in the United States, and why she's speaking English.

Fiery Anti-Communist Slavic princess spirit for a familar? Anyone thinking what I'm thinking?

>>34454184
>>Ask Princess Anastasia here what she's doing in the United States, and why she's speaking English.

>>34454184
Where are we in the United States?

>>34454226
For convenience sake, suburb of Richmond, Virginia. I have a modicum of familiarity with the area.

>>34454184
>>Ask Princess Anastasia here what she's doing in the United States, and why she's speaking English.

>Ask what she's doing in the US, and why she's speaking English.
Writin'

>>34454184
>>Ask Princess Anastasia here what she's doing in the United States, and why she's speaking English

You squint skeptically at the hovering embodiment of flame above you. "Tell me, Princess Anastasia. What are you doing in the United States, and why are you speaking English?" She sticks her nose haughtily into the air. "Everyone knows that your Federal States of America are fervent enemies of communisim! Your hyper-captialstic system offers exactly the kinds of opportunities a wandering spirit like myself needs to advance her cause in the afterlife." She looks down her nose at you. "As for my apparent mastery of the English language, I am a Grand Duchess. I had a loyal tutor who taught me to read, speak, and write English just as any native would!"

You're still not really convinced. "Do you actually speak Russian, then?" She seems to grow offended. "Of course I do! Das vidanya! See? That's Russian!" You're pretty sure that's a mispronunciation and plus it was in that old action movie, but you don't really know enough about Russian to say for certain. Before you can further grill her on her knowledge of her supposed mother tongue, she poses a question to you. "What are you doing here so late at night, moral? Why can you even see me? Why are you covered in blood?"

She's twisted in the air so she's leaning towards you, her chin in her hands and her elbows propped against nothing. That firey tale of hers seems to twirl and twist upwards, vanishing into the night sky.

>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection.
>Mention going for a walk to distract yourself from the fact your wife just left you, leave out the murder thing.
>Write-in

>>34454343
>>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection.

Look, as much as I want to share our story with the Grand Duchess here, we can't give her specifics or we will be inflicted with a slow and painful death. Give her the barest outline of our situation, but for the love of God don't give her the full picture.

I seriously, must sleep. Will probably edit up that last post and start the next thread with it on Thursday/Friday. Probably Friday. Night all.

>>34454343

>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection.

I still think she's most likely the other victim we saw.

>>34454438
All right man thanks for running, I enjoyed it. You got a twitter account I can follow?

>>34454343
>>Explain the story of your most recent death and resurrection.

>>34454420

>Look, as much as I want to share our story with the Grand Duchess here, we can't give her specifics or we will be inflicted with a slow and painful death. Give her the barest outline of our situation, but for the love of God don't give her the full picture.

This

>>34454467
https://twitter.com/Quidam_Asinus
Unless he bothers to make a new twitter just for this quest, which I doubt.

>>34454438
So what happens to Banished?

>>34454666

>>34453965

>>34454681
Thanks

>>34453387
The vet gonna ask questions about our treatment of our dog when he finds a bullet in her.

>>34455427
>bullet in dog that was kicked and not shot
Bob back there must've had a helluva thai leg.