>>36538058
You wriggle underneath him, trying to find purchase on the ground, but he has a combat knife pointed at your face. In an attempt to backhand him off of you, he dodges your hand, whips out a tazer, and electrocutes your hand. The arm won't move how you tell it to for now.

"Further resistance will not be tolerated, scum!"

The girl walks up to the two of you.

"Can you handle her, Kazuya?" she asks, to which the man gives a nod. "Okay, I'm going back inside to see if there are any stragglers or information that survived the explosion."


As she walk away, you consider dispatching him with the knife hidden in your left arm, but after fidgeting a little bit more against him, you finally find some leverage you can use. How could you not, with it pressing so hard against your ample backside?

"Oh?" you ask as you start rubbing yourself against him."You mean like this?"

"What are you doing, witch!?" the trooper asks. As a response, you start massaging him the best you can with your butt.

>Cont.

Hanta lye, QK.

"Sto-oh, that feels really," the trooper mutters as you continue your assault (heeheehee) on his groin. "By the Emperor..."

"What's the matter, officer? I'm resisting you. Aren't you going to punish me?" you say, squishing his dick with your butt all the while.

"Shut up!" he yells as he grinds your helmet against the pavement.

"Aww, you mean you don't like me?"

"Wh-what? I never said that, w-wait, it's not like I do or anything," stammers as he backs up off of you to where he's just on his knees.

You wiggle your butt at him now that he can see it, and you think he just gulped at the sight.

"See something you like, Kaaazuuuyaaa-saaan?" you ask him, waving your butt with every syllable.

"W-w-well, it's the best one I've, well, not as good as Usagi's, but aw who am I kiddin', it's amazzzzzzz" he says with an unusual pause.

>Cont.

>>36538250
Don't you ruin our nat20 NTR man!
Otherwise doing good work as usual.

Turning your head around to see what's wrong with him, you see that he's busy blinking. Then, he arrogantly smiles at you.

"Ha! That won't work on me, you witch! I'm super gay!"

What? Well, whatever. You continue your work from before, milking his dick up and down.

"Oooohhhh, that still feels really... But how? I've had sex with men before! Wait, have I? I mean, I've been going out with Usagi for a year now..."

You work your butt against him in forceful bursts, and ask, "Maybe, you just, like, butts?"

He hasn't got much longer. You quicken your thrusts, spanking his lap against your cute rump.

"Per- haps- I- dooooo!"

He cums inside his pants. How wasteful! "Hey Kazuya-san, do you wish to do that again inside me?" you ask him.

He blushes, and looks over his shoulder at the building. "Well, Usagi should be coming outta there any minute now," you spank your ass, "but I guess we've got time!"

Well, how do you wanna do this?
>Missionary
>Doggy-style

Doggy, let him enjoy the ass.

>>36538464
>Doggy-style
If we're going to NTR, we may as well do this right.

>>36538464

>Missionary

You finally get your arm working, and support yourself up on all fours."Kazuya-san, remove your pants and shove that big dick inside me, please!"

"Sir, yes, sir!" he says. You hear some fumbling with a zipper, clinking with a belt buckle, and rustling of his pants as he shoves them down to his ankles. Once he's removed his pants, Kazuya positions himself behind you.

"Are you ready?" he asks. How annoying. But more importantly, is he ready? He's kinda soft right now.

>Fellate him a little
>My ass is invincible, it will MAKE him hard!

>>36538689
You can take some of these decisions yourself to speed up the process.

>My ass is invincible, it will MAKE him hard!

>>36538689
>My ass is invincible, it will MAKE him hard!
The gods of Assgard have blessed us, Baby Jesus sanctified us, and Mori-sensei improved us with glorious Japanese technology.
To not use this gift would be several kinds of sacrilege.

>>36538689

>Fellate him a little

Kazuya hotdogs himself between your cheeks to get himself up, and doesn't have to do it long. Heeheehee.

He has a hard time (heeheehee) deciding between using your vagina or using your asshole, and you think back to how just two minutes ago, Daddy's cock was inside you pumping your ass with his hot, wet cum.

"Kazuya, you may want to use my pussy, my ass is dirty right now," you say, wanting to preserve the feeling of Daddy's last gift.

The trooper places the tip right against your woohoo, and after rubbing it a bit, plunges right in. He isn't nearly as big as that other idiot. "Aaahhh, it's sooo biiiiig! Kazuyaaaa, keep going!"

"Sh-shut up, traitorous witch! Just shut up and take the hammer of justice!" Really?

"My sisters and mother all agreed that my dick was pretty big. How are you liking it, you little slut?" What does that Usagi girl see in him? Oh god, you hope he doesn't impregnate you. What if he decides to have his way with one of your daughters? That'd be fucked.

You lick your hand, getting it wet with lots of saliva, and move it down towards your pussy. Covertly shifting your hand over his dick, you move your hips off of him, letting your hand take your pussy's place.

He starts fucking your hand really fast. It's been about half a minute since you started doing this, you reckon. "Ohhhh, Emperor forgive me! I'M CUMMINNNNNNNGGGGHHRRKK!" he screams.

You hear a splash, and then feel his body falling against you. Sighing, you shrug him off, pick yourself up off the ground, and dust yourself off some. Looking down at the trooper, you see that his organs have fallen out of his abdomen. You reach down and pick up the combat knife he was using. It's pretty bloody.

"Kazuya, I think we're done here. Let's get that traitor over to the interrogation center," the Usagi girl calls out as she steps out of the motel.

She looks at you, then Kazuya-san, then at the knife in your hands.

>Write-in

>>36539136
>Let her know all the lewd things you just did with her partner
If all goes well, she will have to commit sudoku.

>>36539136
>Do the S-A-F-E-T-Y dance.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36539136
Seduce her just as we did Kazuya, of course.

>>36539136
>Run away, look for SH-3MP

>>36539136
I'll change mine from >>36539169 to >>36539221, with a roll like that.
Then again, telling her how we entranced Kazuya may help seduce her.

>>36539221
>>36539238
Tell the dice I am tired of seduction

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36539254
I understand, it's been a ton of sex. Rolling to just kill her, then.

>>36539319
Did I call for rolls?

>>36539254
Fair enough, back to >>36539169 then.

>>36539332
...no. S-sorry massah

I'm sorry for expressing my distaste with a certain course of action, that's not what a QM does, but please don't roll unless I call for it, it can influence people with numbers in a thing that doesn't really work by numbers.

>>36539425
S'fine. I'm off to bed though, I'll pop back by here in the morning.

You figure that explaining yourself is the best course of action, and say, "So your boyfriend had me on the ground, and then he got hard from pressing up against my butt, and then I started rubbing it against his bulge, and then he came inside his pants, so then I had sex with him, and right when he finished-"

The girl's fist collides with your helmet, somehow able to knock you down on the ground. Her hand is bloodied from doing that. She removes her own helmet, and looks down at her dead boyfriend. She strokes his face with her good hand, and moans, "Kazuya..."

She turns and says to you, "You raped my boyfriend and killed him in the act, you traitor! I swear to the Emperor that you'll die before I will!"

You're not paying attention to her words, though. A few years older, maybe, but... this girl has your face!

She points her ray gun at you, setting it from "Kill" to "Demolish."

>Time to leave
>Fight her
>Write-in

>>36539606
>Just hug it out.

>>36539606
>"I didn't either of those things, and I would never raise my katana against a fellow Japanese!"

>>36539645
>>36539630
Okay, roll to see how effective it is. Roll 1d20, average of three.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>36539723

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36539723

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36539723
.

>>36539734
Ho
>>36539790
Lee
>>36539802
Shit.

That had me at the edge of my seat! Writing.

>>36539819
'Lo, I return to this glorious thread! I like where this is going

You put the knife down, and get up off the ground slowly. Raising your hands up into the air in a universal "Don't shoot me" sign, you say to her, "But I did neither of those things! It was consensual, and he killed himself!"

>2/20

She pulls the trigger of her weapon, and a volley of rays comes flying at you. You quickly strafe to the right, and the shops behind you get blown to smithereens. You swoop back to the left, putting your hand on the hilt of your katana. Seeing you coming towards her at the speed you're going, she closes her eyes, and sighs.

When you get within striking distance, you skid to a halt. No longer in that sword-drawing stance you saw in a movie with Senpai and Jerry one time, you take your hand off of the hilt, and flick her on the nose.

"Hey!" she yells, rubbing her nose. "You jerk, my nose is sensitive!"

She glares up at you. "Well, why do you hesitate!? Finish me off already, you traitor!"

You turn away from her, and say, "I would never raise my sword against a fellow Japanese."

>18/20

"Th-then what about Kazuya?" she asks, enraged.

"He committed seppuku after the Emperor commanded it of him."

"The Emperor... But Kazuya was a fine storm trooper! He did so many ugly tasks that were necessary for the Empire! He not once faltered! Why would the Emperor tell him to kill himself?" she asks.

"I don't know. Does anyone really know what the Emperor's up to these days?"

She shoots you another glare. "Heresy as well as treason!"

You cross your arms and give her a glare of your own. "What treason did I commit? I just got repaired by the old man down there, and then I flew out of that place when it exploded while you all RUDELY tried to prevent me from escaping."

"Well, that's..." she says, doubting her accusations some.

"You were even coming over here to steal a man's memories! Face it, the Emperor is betraying the very people he rules while trying to consolidate his rule."

>Cont.

>>36540226
She goes red at your words. "His mind was too valuable to just let it fade away! The Emperor needed it. And when the Emperor needs something, he gets it!"

"A thief needs things too, and a police officer punishes those, right?"

"Eh... Just, quiet now," Usagi says as she runs her fingers through her white hair. "Well, there's still no way you could have had consensual sex with my Kazuya, after all, I was his girlfriend!"

"Were you? He said he was gay."

"Whaaaaa? We've been going out for a year, though! Besides, that just contradicts your 'consensual sex' story!" Usagi says as she crosses her arms.

"Well, he did like my bottom," you say as you turn around and bend over some.

"Ha! Then let me see this fabled bottom that could seduce MY Kazuya, oh my-" she stares at your ass for a bit. "How could a teenager have an ass that... NEVERMIND, this conversation is over, there's still no way my boyfriend could have cheated on me!"

She points her gun at you. "You're coming with me to the interrogation center. Even though there's something inside me telling me I should kill you, I just hate it when we have to rely on those machines to get the truth out of someone. It makes us police look incompetent, you know?" she says as she pulls out a knife and holds it before her, the sharp end pointed at her tummy..

>>36540403
>"USAGI NUUUU!"
>Grab knife away
Is this knife able to cut through metal by the way? If not, our robo hands can grasp it with ease

>>36540499
I don't think we do, I was just hoping to sway the outcome if it was going sour

>>36540403
>20/20
Without hesitation, you step forward and wrap your arms around Usagi. The knife budges against your exoskeleton, unable to pierce it. Thanks, Daddy.

"What the fuck," Usagi whispers. "Was I just about to..."

"No," you say, looking up at her. "The Emperor was, though."

Usagi's face is pale, and shocked. "But I did so well for him, even with all those things he made me do, why would he...?"

You nuzzle into her chest, and say "The Emperor only regards his citizens as tools, and when they won't work for him like he wants, he throws them away, just like he did with Mori Freeman, and all those storm troopers inside that lab."

"And my Kazu...!" she grits her teeth in rage.

You hear the knife clatter to the ground behind you. You look up at her again, and ask, "Do you still feel an urge to kill yourself?"

"... Kinda. But there's someone who needs to die before I do." She looks down at you.

Even though you could crush her body easily right now, you gulp some from the grim expression on her face. "And who's that?"

"The Emperor."

She pulls you into a hug.

>>36540568 (You)
When you two stop hugging, she reaches for her gun and points it at her head, and you have to restrain her before she pulls the trigger. You press her down on the ground, the only thing she's able to move being her head, which she angles as high as she possibly can, and you have to catch it with your hand before she can bash it against the pavement. After some more suicide attempts, you tell her, "Don't worry, I'll catch you."

After throwing her up into the sky, you locate SH-3MP, and the surgeondroid follows you over to the front of the motel wreckage.

You lift off from the ground, and after hearing an "aaaaaaAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!" you swoop down and grab Usagi, falling with style to the ground below.

SH-3MP zaps Usagi's brain in certain areas. She's no longer trying to involuntarily kill herself. Yay!

"Thank you for freeing me, traitor, er, that's a rude thing to call you. Please tell me, what is your name?"

"Yumi Kuroneko, former jetfighter pilot of the JSDF!" you reply, to which she gives a laugh. "Hey, what's so funny?"

"Oh, it's just your name. Oh, uh, let me explain..." She pulls out her badge and gives you a salute.

"I'm the former lieutenant of the Empire's Secret Police, Yumi Usagi."

...

You take your helmet off and examine her again.

She looks at you with no small amount of curiousity.

You both yell out, "What the FU-"
>Chapter 4 End

>>36540875
Thanks for running

>>36541095
Thank YOU for playing! I hope someone else can continue, though it is the slow times right now. In retrospect, I probably shouldn't have QMed at prime time when I have a slow and irregular pace.

Anyone around to pick up QMing?

>>36542320
I will be in about 3.5 hours. :I

By the way, what did y'all think of the way I handled Kazuya's death?

>>36542619
Certainly fitting of the Emperor.
Is it bad that I wanted the NTR end for Usagi? I usually dislike NTR.

>>36542636
I did give ample opportunity to stop him from committing Seppuku, didn't I? What do you think?

>>36542717
You're worried that his death wasn't his fault enough you mean?

I think he had the opportunity to hold off the temptation and in doing so save his life. I mean, kinda, it WAS an ass bestowed by an Assgardian and Yumi DID roll a 20 on seduction, but like, yeah. Iunno. I have no complaints, though.

>>36542754
Well, I don't want the players to feel cheated on anything, like how Ghost Mom Quest deprived the players of Ghost Blowjobs Woo Woo Woo because people wanted to help their friends before getting to Ghost Blowjobs Woo Woo Woo.

>>36542790
That's fair but I don't think anyone voted to seduce him under the illusion that it wouldn't cause him to suicide under the Emperor's guidance. If they did, then, they should have considered the options a bit more closely.

>>36542833
As the person who rolled the 18, I was fully aware of the consequences. I just wanted to destroy the power of love, is that too much to ask?

Ah hell, who wants to be the elf again?

>>36542935
Aye!

>>36542935
Will there be orcs/orks?

CHAPTER EIGHT, PART 2

You are Dalita Molne. You're currently pedaling down a bumpy mountain road, poncho flying behind you in the wind. It's been a long ride already, but according to Erenyë there's still another three hours to go.

The dildough supply is starting to run low, as though you were eating for two.
'Oh, sure, you've got me but not a second stomach. Perhaps you're just gluttonous?'
I never said I was a lady of virtue.

The path ahead winds and smooths, bumpy mountain stones sanding into a grainy forest path. Sparse trees spring up, branches clawing at the orange sky as though to drag themselves higher. The boughs grow thicker and more common, and soon you're riding through the shade of a hillside forest. Well, at least it'll keep the sun off of your back.

>(Cont.)

'Wait, we need to stop.'
What, why?
'There, pull over.'
You don't pull over a bike. Alright though.

Slowing down to a halt, you dismount the bicycle and lean it against a tree. You pick up the knife from the basket... better take a dildough as well.
Just to be safe.

So, why have we stopped?
'Do you hear that?'
The birds? Yeah, sure.
'No, not that. You have elven ears, use them!'
Sounds like a really small earthquake.
'Or a really large series of footsteps.'

You quickly take the clue, and head towards the source of the sound. You haven't seen another person all day, but you don't know why they're about marching in the woods.

You stop as the footsteps grow louder. A second series of footsteps, smaller than the last, can be heard. Less feet, then. The sounds can be heard more clearly as time passes.

They're not just getting clearer, they're getting closer!

>Hidehidehidehide
>Stay still, maybe they won't notice!
>They might be friendly, we should greet them!
>Other

>>36543083
What would Melkor be without his loyal serviles?

>>36543153
>Get eaten, perform hostile takeover of giant's consciousness.

>>36543153
>Hidehidehidehide
I bet they're after our dildoughs!

>>36543163
>implying it's a giant
I can see the confusion. "A really large series of footsteps" means lots of feet, rather than big feet.

>>36543175
>get eaten, become hive mind of a swarm
Only not, I voted here >>36543164

>>36543153
>Hug a tree and fuck a hole in it like elves do

>>36543164
Also, by hide I mean strip naked and stand still, arms spread and eyes shut. Perfect tree disguise.

>>36543153
>Hidehidehidehide
Let's go with this for now.

>>36538068
Oh wait, this part is a bit unclear.
>"Oh?" you ask as you start rubbing yourself against him."You mean like this?"
is meant to be in response to
>"Further resistance will not be tolerated, scum!"

>Hidehidehidehide
>Hug a tree and fuck a hole in it like elves do

Hiding, you decide, is always a safe bet.
You tuck away your knife and dildough, slipping behind a large oak. The footsteps draw closer, and you nervously hug the tree tighter. Hm~ perhaps a bit too close.
'Honestly? Even now?!'
It's good to relieve stress, shut up.

As you grind against the tree, you keep a watchful eye trained on the direction of the sound. The footsteps draw closer, and a vague shape in the undergrowth rises to about four and a half feet in height.

The thing trudges out, blackened skin clad in heavy woolen rags and odd pieces of armor. It carries a crudely formed battle ax in its right hand, and its face is almost piglike in its deformity.

'Na urco.'
What?
'An orc, a demon servant of the Enemy! They should not be hear, they were wiped out in the Fourth Age!'

Wonderful, you're staring at some piggish relic of the past. But you thought Orcs were big green things?
'Who told you that? No, this is not an Uruk, it is a regular, smaller one.'

As Erenyë explains just what orcs are and where they're from, you continue grinding on your new favorite tree. Even though you're fully clothed, the bumps and nubs feel wonderful. Is this what happens when you become an elf? You fuck trees?
'-and if they're here, that means - haaah stop that! - that means they're here in force, and that means problems for, ah, us.'

You decide you've tortured the poor woman
'Man'
man long enough and release yourself from the tree. You'll just have to get back to that later. Now, what to do about the orc? Apparently either your new skin is surprisingly good camouflage or he's twice as dumb as he looks, because he hasn't noticed you yet.

>Gut that fucker! (1d20, rolling high)
>Stay silent and watch
>Try to escape without notice (1d20)
>Other

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36543338
>Gut that fucker! (1d20, rolling high)
Loot his stuff!

>>36543338
HRMMM...
Pig-husbando or no?

>Stay silent and watch

>>36543361
No

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36543361
NTRing the GUY IN YOUR HEAD
Cruel, Anon.

>>36543371
Okie dokie.

>>36543338

>Gut that fucker! (1d20, rolling high)

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>36543338
>>36543378
4chanX is tricky

>>36543373
He'd like it

>>36543390
>>36543361
Erenyë is purest sexually confused alien headmate love, better than filthy pig-orc.

Hey is there a way we can expel Error as a shota?

>Gut that fucker!

Erenyë has convinced you well enough that the abomination of nature before you is not going to be very friendly. As though the ax and lingering smell of blood and feces didn't do it well enough anyways.

You leap out from behind the tree, running at the orc with your knife held at waist height. It roars and raises its ax, but you're already upon it.

>18/20

Your improvised weapon slides easily beneath its improvised armor, and with a squelch it punctures something squishy and important in the orc's abdomen. It reels back in pain, black ichor spilling from the wound, and tries to bring its ax down on you.

>17/20

You manage to see it coming, with no shortage of warning from Erenyë, and sidestep it quickly. The blade catches on your poncho and tears it, but you keep your momentum. It's only when your hand meets the thing's neck that you realize you've pierced its throat. The orc falls silent, and you pull the blade out of him.

>(Cont.)

>>36543410
If you can find a physical body that doesn't currently contain a soul, you may be able to work something out. Can't make something out of nothing, after all.

>>36543470
>If you can find a physical body that doesn't currently contain a soul
Ireland it is!

>>36543498
I laughed heartily, good work Anon.

>>36543470

>>36543470
Standing over the things corpse, you look at the knife in your hands, still dripping. You've never killed something before, except that pet hamster in fifth grade but that was an accident.

You don't feel as remorseful as you expect.
'You should not feel regret. In death its soul shall return to Nienna, there to be purified before living eternally in the Halls of Mandos.'
Alright then. Anyways.

You return to your bike, wiping off the knife and putting it back in the basket.

Hey Erenyë, you think, when I was fighting back there, it seemed like I killed the guy without even knowing.
'Ah, yes. That may have been me.'
How do you mean?
'Well, when there are two minds to one body, sometimes it's not always the original owner who's in control.'
Wait, are you saying you can control me?
'Not very well. If I could, we'd be masturbating a lot less often.'
Or a lot more often. But then what was that back there?
'It was sort of an automatic response, I moved your arm to kill him without really thinking about it.'
Well, just keep our grabby hands to ourselves until we fine some way to get you out of me.
'Alright. Now then, shall we continue?'

Right, that mission. You mount your trusty new bike and continue riding.

>(Cont.)

>>36543651
Can we not loot the orc's stuff? Or is the axe too unweildy, the armour too poor a fit?

The forest grows thick and dark as you travel, much as the sky darkens with the approaching night. The footsteps of the orcish forces are dimmer now, they seem to be moving away from you, towards the west.

Trees seem to grow twisted here, gnarled more so than nature really ought to permit.
'This is not an act of nature. Where the Urcohorma, the armies of Morgoth, go only corruption and bleakness is left behind.'
Lovely, but what are they doing out here?
'I do not know, they were not supposed to be here, not yet. Something has happened, events are occurring far sooner than they ought to.'
It's the apocalypse, predictability is out the window.

After a very long while of pedaling and idle chat with the voice in your head, you reach Mount Canigo. It stretches into the sky, looking almost like a Lonely Mountain with it being so separated from the Pyrenees and all.
The peak is rather shallow, worn flatter along with its slopes by years of erosion. Still, climbing the thing will be a long task.
And a task for tomorrow, you think.

'Fair enough, we've been travelling all day. Now would be a good time to get some sleep.'
Hard to argue with that.

>Find a place to sleep.
>Nah, we'll just sleep here.
>Wait, I want to talk about... (write in)
>Wait, I want to... (write in)

>>36543673
The latter is true, and unless you really want some soiled orc rags there's not anything of interest.

>>36543816
>Find a place to sleep.
Let's go hang from a tree all puma like. Any orcs can just think we're a funny shaped branch.

>>36543816
>What star do you come from, Erenye?

As you look for a place to sleep among the woody foothills, you decide to make chat with your traveling companion.

Hmm. So where are you from, exactly? What star?
'I'm not from any "star", I was born in Valinor, the home of the Vala.'
What planet is that, then?
'It's not a planet, it's an entirely separate existence. It was once part of this planet, back when the elves were. But when an ancient offshoot of your race attacked the gods, they had it removed and the planet reshaped.'
So you're like, from a parallel universe?
'Close enough, I suppose.'

You tug at a thick but relatively low hanging branch. Good, it seems solid. You can strip down and pretend to be another part of the branch.

'We're doing what exactly?'

You ignore him and undress, stuffing your clothes into your poncho and hiding it in the hollow of the tree. Hiding your bicycle under a layer of leaves and detritus, you eat your last dildough and mount the branch, laying on your stomach with your head to the side.
It's more comfortable than you would have expected. One of the benefits of elfdom, you suppose.

>Sleep time now
>Wait, one last thing... (write in)

>>36544449
>Wait, one last thing
Rub yourself on the branch.

>>36544449
>Sleepy times, we have a headmate.

>>36544449
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf6lhv5J1Ek

>Elf God-Queen and the like were pleb tier Grey Elves
Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!?

Well, there is ONE thing you need to do. You did say you'd get back to it...

'What, again?'
We never finished last time! It still only counts as one!

The elf sighs, but he stays quiet. You knew she this. Glad that you already had the foresight to strip naked, you hold the branch tight and press your groin into it. Gently rocking your hips back and forth, you quickly get into a rhythm on top of the thick, hard branch supporting you.

The exquisitely bumpy texture of the wood meshes with your own skin and stimulates you each time you oscillate. With a pleased groan, you buck your hips into the branch, making it shake a little.

'Ooh, s-slow down a bit! This is, haah, too much!'
Harder? If you insist.

You grind against the loving length of the tree with abandon, your moans jumping in pitch whenever your clit brushes against the rough surface. You'd never known in the past why you loved nature so much, but it's becoming a lot more clear now.

With a final cry, you quiver against the branch, staining its bark with your fluids. As the high subsides, you feel like a whole new world of possibilities has been opened.

PERK GAINED: TREEFUCKER

The experience, combined with the events of the day, has left you exhausted. Your eyes close, and sleep finds you once more.

Alright, that's it for now. I'll be back in about 2 hours if there's any interest in a continuation and someone else hasn't started up a different one.

>>36544546
Pleb tier.

>>36544612
Your pleb tier, stop dissing Sugar!

>>36544612
>you knew she this
You knew she *wanted* this. My victim blaming as fallen afoul of missing words.

>>36544612
>PERK GAINED
Heheheeheeh, now to make full use of this...

Also, if we ever finger a ginger to stash the headelf in it better be a female one just to make it all the funnier.

>>36544637
But I want a shotaaaaa!

>>36544650
>>36544637
I have something planned. Don't y'all worry one bit.

>>36544655
>Don't y'all worry one bit.
PANIC

Thanks for running by the way

>>36544655
Hmm, there should be some Elder Mods/Gods in Ireland. Ya might wanna find a chart for name-drops.

>>36544667
Lepro Chora'an, the Elder God of Rainbows.

>>36544667
What's this about Ireland? The ginger thing was just a joke.

>>36544612
>Earthlings being considered pleb-tier by cowardly aliens

>>36544681
Every thing in here is a joke that's taken too far.

>>36544681
Excruciating temptation to start QMing the story of one of the Soulless...

>>36544698
Ooh, ooh, how about Slab and Imoutohime's dhampir child?

>>36544686
Cowardly? They're living in the literal realm of Heaven, a paradise. Who would want to stay on earth when you can live in Valinor, especially after the Enemy was defeated and Sauron toppled, meaning you don't need to babysit the humans anymore.

Ironically, the Grey Elves were actually cowardly. They were afraid of Orome when he appeared, and so they refused his summons to come to Valinor.

>>36544694
Granted.

>>36544698
Do it.

>>36544681
We could also head over to New Dublin if you prefer, but then we would have to fend off mutants.

>>36544718
But that's not a Ginger! However, Elder God mafioso in Ireland sounds fun, and slightly more tied into the general arc than Dalita currently is.

>>36544727
Grey Elves were tough enough to rough it out on Earth, while those fancy schmancy seedlings went off to hide in a paradise. The Grey Elves knew that Orome was a false shepherd and could only lead them to ruin.

>>36544748
They were also wandering barbarians who never developed great cities and cultures. Hell, when the Noldor came back they did in several years what the Grey Elves couldn't do in millennia, to say nothing of Thingol and the Teleri of Beleriand.

>>36544727
>Do it.
I would but I have no particular ideas for it and I'm also meant to be finishing some work off.

>>36544768
Better to be a loser than a coward.

>>36544770
>I have no particular ideas for it
Eldritch horrors running a mafia-esque scenario on the mean streets of Cork/Dublin/Belfast, and a 'Soulless One' who tries to find out their secrets. Sort of Dick Tracy meets Call of Cthulhu meets St. Patrick's Day.

>>36544784
I find that these claims of cowardice are unfounded. Who fought the Enemy, the Scourge of Arda? Noldor and Teleri? Who hid in the woods until they became so old they turned into spirits? The Grey Elves.

>>36544809
>Who fought the Enemy, the Scourge of Arda? Noldor and Teleri? Who hid in the woods until they became so old they turned into spirits? The Grey Elves.
True, they did fight the Enemy, and they hid their presence, becoming a guiding force for humanity, much like the deities of old.

>>36544831
Shit, that second question mark should be a period. It was the Noldor and Teleri (and I guess a few Vanyar) that fought Morgoth. The Grey Elves just sat in the woods, occasionally kidnapping fair Teleri maidens because they were too beta to get their own the proper way.

>>36544868
One thing you have to understand is that the Grey Elves were, at the time, a minority of the Elven Race, and looked down upon because they lived in the woods, closer to nature. Most of the sources Tolkien used to write his books told the story with these biases still left in. Is he really going to doubt their word when its the only word he has? Face it, the LotR's depiction of Grey Elves is about as accurate as a documentary of black people done by the Ancient Aliens guy using sources that are white as snow.

And that whole "kidnapping fair Teleri maidens?" See: To Kill a Mockingbird.

>>36544935
I was referring to the Silmarillion's depiction of them moreso, and that's not one taken from biased sources.

>And that whole "kidnapping fair Teleri maidens?" See: To Kill a Mockingbird.
>Who is Eol

>>36544970
Hearsay can still be very powerful among other races. Also, very impressive, one whole case of kidnapping!

>>36544992
The kidnapping thing wasn't entirely a serious point against the Grey Elves, more a joke about them being "beta".
In any case, Grey elves were fine, they helped early humans and had a little kingdom in Mirkwood.

Still pleb tier though.

>>36545049
Aren't those "ascended" elves all plebs for following and serving under that weird god like sheep? The Grey Elves are their own masters. They don't serve anyone except themselves. Self-made elves.

>>36545225
Basically, Sugar became God-King of the elves by her own boot-straps and these "Ascended" are all dogs feeding out of some dude's hand while his other points a gun at the Earth.

>>36545287
>>36545225
>Like sheep
Let me tell you about the Noldo - eh, I think we've clogged up this thread enough with Tolkien arguments.
What say we get back to GMing?

>>36545955
Anyone able to pick it up?

>>36547161
I'd do it but I'm kinda fucked here studying for my finals, along with a beautifuly crafted assignment
programming in assembly! all the funz

>>36547244
>programming in assembly! all the funz
I feel for you

>>36547244
Understandable. I've got quite a bit of studying going on myself.

Bumping in case of free time later on.

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I made a thing.

>>36549305
U dun good work, MSPaint drawfag.
Any chance of doing Rasina?

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>>36549388
took a minute to make you something

>>36551278
>>36549305
Now we just need someone to QM...

>>36551385
Harder said than done

>>36551678
>this phrase

It's true though, It'd be incredibly easy for me to pick up right now.

if I didn't have these pesky time constraints!

>>36551759
Same for me, although in about an hour and a half I can pick it up again.

>>36545955
Yeah, I was just messing with you. I don't even know the first thing about Tolkien besides wizards, rings, and bare-feet.

>>36551801
You gonna come?

>>36554281
I already did, darling.

But if there's people around interested, then sure. I can stay awake long enough.

>>36554404
Hey, alright then!

>>36551278
Hmm, I wonder how Hindu measures up to the Abrahamic religions? Those all have several sects within them, each trying to worship the lord in their own way. There are lots more Christians than there are Hindus, but what if quality of worship matters more than quantity?

>>36554866
>Hinduism*

>>36554866
Hindus are pretty strong compared to other myths mainly because they're still around and being worshipped (and by a considerable number of people).
They aren't as world shattering as the Abrahamics though due to the sheer number of them (Islam + Judaism + Christians) and the fact they 'share' the worshipping between so many gods.

Still the rift between the different sects of the abrahamic cult cause some problems as I hoped to show later on, if possible.

Anyway, now after this brief pause, I'm out again!

>>36556256
I wonder where Buddhists' devotion ends up. Maybe it just lets them reincarnate

>>36556256
Hindu gods are still fucking huge and crazy powerful. One of them can fit the entire universe inside their mouth, and another can shoot a bow one-handed!

Alright, looks like I'll have time to run today. Show of hands for who's here right?

>>36560066
Yo.

>>36560176
Wanna wait for a second Anon or shall we get this show on the road?

>>36560183
We can go now if you want. Were you planning on running with Lisa or her brother this time?

CHAPTER THREE and FIFTEEN SIXTEENTHS: IS THIS EVEN AN INTERLUDE ANYMORE?

You are Jonny Jones, Master of Bones. Well, you're not quite sure what your title is but you pray to the God of Bones and have recently returned from the God of Bones' realm with insight and an assortment of bone powers. Does that make you a champion of the God of Bones? A paladin? An avatar?

Anyway, you've woken after a refreshing night's sleep to the sunrise and sit awhile marvelling in the simple beauty.

Rising to your feet you cross to the watering hole and cup a handful to your mouth, refreshingly cool, then dissipate your bone armour and redress in your regular clothes. You scarf down a couple sun-dried strips of bison and then consider your next plan of action.

Up til this point you've been trying to find Dad and Lisa but you've come to realise that Lisa got separated from Dad before you did. Thinking back over your exploits during the past three days you doubt that she could have managed the same. You hope she's okay. On the other hand, maybe you should find Dad first and get some answers?

Then another thought pops up. What about that weird man that chased you the other day? You feel confident that you could take him in a fight now, probably, or at least successfully escape if necessary. You're kinda curious about his inhuman strength and freakish demeanour.

Who do you go after?
>Lisa
>Dad
>Weird man
>Other? (Write in)

>>36560266

>Lisa

>>36560266

Right. You should get to Lisa first, make sure that she's alive and well, everything else can come later. Now to determine her location.

You sit crosslegged and close your eyes. You visualise her in your in mind, drawing on your realer memories of her. That time she played catch with you when Dad was too busy. That time she drew you a picture of your shoes. All those times you sat at dinner across from her, not really looking but seeing anyway. The last time you saw her, bedraggled and dopey in that hoody.

Ossa sonabit.

Flashes of image blitz through your mind, racing past your fore thoughts, you try to focus on them as they come but there's such an overwhelming influx that you only grasp snatches here and there. Road stretching, shapes on the horizon. Graffitied panes of glass. A dark room. Flashes of fire rising high. A dimly glowing cave. Then nothing.

You feel a... a knowing. Coming from your right. An indescribable sense that it is that way she lies. You wonder if this is how birds feel when they migrate north.

You blink your eyes open, daylight flares and you squint it abates. Rising to your feet you gather up your possessions and pack them away, glancing over at the motorcycle helmet.

Do you really need this anymore? You're more than capable of summoning your own head protection and the helmet is both large and weighty...
>Abandon helmet
>Nah, take it. Who knows if it'll come in handy somehow, and it's not that much of an extra burden...

And so ends my pretyped cache. Updates slow henceforth.

>>36560323
Also, is there anything you want to do before heading out?
>Write in

>>36560340

>Nah, take it. Who knows if it'll come in handy somehow, and it's not that much of an extra burden...

Fill the helmet with some bison strips then head out.

>>36560323

You deliberate a moment but decide that having things in the wild is a lot better than not. No sense closing off options if you don't have to. You place back inside your rucksack, filled with the sundried bison meat as you cram everything in.

Bag shouldered, you close your eyes briefly again. Yep, that direction.

You start walking, stretching out your muscles, warming them through. Limbered up you break out into a run. You don't have the boundless stamina that pervaded you in the Bone God's realm but you can run for a damn good while.

---

It is about midday. You've just finished meditating on Lisa'a location to confirm it but the direction seems to be the same as always.

Which would suggest she's not moving, or very far away. The snatches of image worry you. Nothing with that much fire ever bodes well.

You jump to your feet and set off again.

---

You've been moving for a few hours now and you've come across a curious sight. Vast swathes of the plains are dotted and marred by twisted black shapes and there's an acrid haze in the air. It makes you wonder but your priority at this stage is to find Lisa, not investigate weird stuff.

Then again, finding Lisa takes you right through the midst of it.

>Skirt the edges, slightly longer but nothing unanticipated delays
>Through the thick of it. Anything tries to slow you down and you'll just speed up
>Other? (Write in)

>>36560537

>Through the thick of it. Anything tries to slow you down and you'll just speed up

>>36560537

No need to go around, if there's anything that tries to impede you then you'll show them how to run.

Still, better play it cautious. You set off at a jog.

---

As you near you see that the twisted shapes are the remains of something. In general they seem to have originally possessed four limbs and a pair of wings, though you spot some off exceptions to the rule. The air is thick with the smell of sulphur and your eyes are irritated by vapours that coil around this place. Black ichor runs in rivulets from the bodies and pools across the parched ground.

You place the connection between these creatures and your pursuers when Dad was fleeing with you and Lisa. Dead already though? The thought disturbs you that Dad might have been fleeing from the frying pan only to find himself in the fire. You have questions damnit.

Your blink back a tear from the haze (really, it's worse than onions) and contemplate.

>Examine the bodies, maybe you can work out how they died
>Poke that black liquid, the way it shimmers is unnerving
>Other? (Write in)

>>36560645

>Examine the bodies, maybe you can work out how they died>>36560645

>>36560645

You crouch down and take a closer look, wincing as the miasma stings your eyes. The body seems to be riddled with punctures, deep red flesh being exposed to the air. The hole are uniform in size but there's no obvious pattern to their placement.

Bullet holes, you reckon. From an automatic if there's this many on just one corpse. Did these guys run into the UST standing army?

You look back across the field of bodies.

You don't think that the standing army would be big enough to put down this many monsters, most of the UST forces are still deployed fighting Merkel's Heinies. Not that you really have a grasp of the kind of numbers involved, but still...

You hear a buzzing and turn to watch as a fly lazily drifts over to one of the puddles, deigning to land beside it as it extends its proboscis. Upon contact the bug shrivels with a popping sound. Explains why it's so quiet then.

You blink furiously to soothe your eyes again and stand. Was there anything else you wanted to check?

>Write in

>>36560804
Nope. Keep movin.

>>36560804

Oh well, you can delve into the events surrounding this place in due time. These corpses don't look like they're going anywhere, especialy not when the wild-life implodes on contact.

You break out into a run again, deftly picking your way around the fallen as you follow that innate sense of direction.

>Roll 1d20+-3 for perception. Modifier due to irritated eyes.

>>36560938
(Best of three)

Rolled 9 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>36560938

Rolled 5 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>36560938

>>36561002
>>36561009
Hahah, oh boy. I wonder what the last roll will be.

Rolled 16 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>36560938
17?

>>36560938

>>36561022
>Rolled 16 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

There's a scrabbling sound to right and you turn only to be cuffed in the head by a large beast, snappping your vision round as you tumble to the floor. Fortunately you don't land in one of those black puddles and roll as the thing behind you thuds down on where you were moments ago.

Staggering back to your feet to turn to face your attacker, which rears up on its haunches and fixes you with a malevolent stare. You stop moving so as not to provoke further attack and look it over. The beast seems to be a massive prairie dog, dark red fur mottled with black. A pair of horns jut out from its head and it's paws end in claws that would make a bear envious.

Well, now what?

>Looks like a time to test out our new powers! Fight!
>Enh, maybe it'll leave us alone if we leave it. Slowly back off and leave
>Shiiit. Could take it but it's not worth the potential injuries, got that sister to save and all...

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>>36561104
Forgot pic of fearsome foe. Looks like this but with the aforementioned differences.

>>36561113
Offer it some bison strips. Dogs love bison strips.

>>36561104

Wait, maybe if you offer it food it'll cease its aggression? You decide to offer it some bison strips and slowly start taking off your pack to fish them out

>Roll 1d20 for no sudden movements! (best of three, since you're only Anon feel free to roll three at once)

Rolled 4, 9, 14 = 27 (3d20)

>>36561168

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>>36561113
Briefly edited, writing!

>>36561187
>Rolled 4, 9, 14 = 27 (3d20)
>14

As you're retrieving a handful of strips from the motorcycle helmet you fumble your grip on the bag slightly and drop it to the floor. it makes a soft thud but the beast jolts forward slightly, a rumbling growl manifesting in its throat as it slowly prowls towards you.

>Offer bison, pray it takes it without your hand as well
>Nope, time to suit up and discipline this whelp
>Fuck this, run

>>36561269
Oh, and:
>Other (Write in)

Not on the ball today it seems

>>36561269

>Offer bison, pray it takes it without your hand as well

>>36561298
Alrighty, roll me a single 1d20
Let's see how your luck holds.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>36561306

>>36561269

You steel yourself. Moment of truth.

>>36561321
>Rolled 13 (1d20)

It's within range now, you feel its heavy breath on your fingers.

Come on, you can do this. Just sit tight...

It opens it jaws wide, wider...

Heavens above look at the teeth on that thing. Oh hell, that's enough, this was a terrible idea!

Right as it goes to bite down you pull your hand back, teeth leaving scores in your forearm and palm and you reach out mentally and draw your bone armour down around you. The bone wells up across your body and flows over you, meeting and binding to layer you with tough plates, grooves forming to give a bone relief to them.

It's time to bring the pain to that goddamn rodent. But what weapon should you manifest?
>Write-in (any melee weapon is appropriate but as you're unfamiliar with more elaborate designs (say, a pike) you don't understand the mechanical design behind them. This means you may well create them in a way that makes them ineffectual)

>>36561401
Trident and shield.

>>36561401

Beast like this? Something with a long reach seems like a good plan, keep it away from you. Hell, a shield too wouldn't go amiss as far as that goes. But god DAMN those bite marks sting, okay, something that will inflict the hurt right back then...

Yes. A trident. Those wicked barbed prongs will serve nicely.

It comes in for another bite but you crash your left fist into the side of its head, and it staggers confused that something would dare retaliate. You bring your arms up and bone flows from your left wrist, forming a kite shield fused to the gauntlet. You draw your right arm back and a long bone pools out of your palm, flowing through the air and splitting into three sharp prongs.

Perfect.

>Roll 1d20's to lay the beat down, best of three

Rolled 2, 9, 13 = 24 (3d20)

>>36561491

a>>36561491

>>36561512
>Rolled 2, 9, 13 = 24 (3d20)

It comes towards you and you raise your shield but it bats you with a great paw and sends you flying.

Shit. Really need to work on steadying yourself for that kind of impact.

Fortunately the armour works to prevent injury, locking into place as you land in a manner that you suspect would otherwise have twisted your ankle. Stabilising your footing at it bears down on your again you thrust forward with the trident, driving it into the beasts shoulder and hopping out of the way of its charge. You sping and dash forward, grabbing the trident and heaving it out, the wounds in its shoulder angry and raw.

You grasp it with both your hands and drive it down into the creature's midriff, giving it a twist as you tug it free again, barbs catching as you drag it back.

The great beast roars in anguish, convulsing as it steps away from you, black blood spilling to the floor.

That'll teach it to bite you.

>Finish it off
>Leave it, it's no threat to you anymore
>Other (Write-in )

>>36561610

>Leave it, it's no threat to you anymore

>>36561610

You back away, never leaving it from yoru sight, and dissipate your shield and trident. You go to recollect your possessions and the motorcycle helmet catches your attention.

Damn, if only you'd thought about that earlier. It would do wonders to shield your eyes from the stinging smog around you. You remove your bone helmet and put on the motorcycling one, then gathering up the dropped meat strips and replacing everything inside your bag you toss it over your shoulder. The beast writhes, guttural noises spewing from it.

Eeeesh. Maybe you should have put the thing out of its misery.

You set your sights on your target direction and set off once more, staying alert for more foes.

As you nimbly hop between bodies you replay the last fight in your mind. You're not sure the shield was really necessary, afterall it's the same material as your armour in general. On top of that it made it more awkward to use the trident with both hands. As far as the trident went though, nothing much to complain about, it did its job well enough.

All that aside though, just what is going on around here? You can only imagine that the beast you just fought was somehow the product of the black liquid seeping through the ground all around you. If it truly is somehow mutating the local wildlife in things like that then this area is going to be a massive problem.

Understatement of the century.

You hope Lisa's alright...

>(Cont.)

>>36561897

A little later and you've finally cleared that desperate zone of bodies.

Per ossa beati simus.

You've also finally rejoined the road and discovered what you suspect to be responsible for that field of corpses. Before you lies two giant robot things, and a pile of what seems to have once been a third.

One wears a huge red and white flag on both arms, and it has a weird kind of armour. It reminds you of those those vietnamese cartoons you used to watch on Saturdays. The other one looks much older, rugged and angular metal boxes somehow fitted together. It flies a black, red and white flag. Amid the pile of rubble and scrap metal, you can make out a red and yellow flag lying in tatters.

>Investigate more closely
>How intriguing. Best be off to track down sis.
>Other (Write-in)

>>36561911
Gotta go. Hope you get some better players soon.

>>36561974
>better players
You were doing admirably, fret not.
I wonder how long til someone else shows up though

Alright, rollcall time. Who's here right now?

>>36563913

Me!

>>36565415
Ahahah, excellent, let us recommence

>>36561911
>a huge red and white flag on both arms

Clearly this is the Gundam for Canada's entry in to the world gundam series, LumberGundam.

Look around for a rubber suit nearby. We'll have to don it to control the Gundam.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>36565452

Rolling for finding the rubber suit!

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>36561911
Burt's got some good ideas.
>look for a control suit.

Roll 1d12.

Personally, I'm looking forward to battling Mexico Gundam and then indulging in sweet, sweet enchiladas once we win.

Plus, Mexican chicks are 2caliente4lagente

Rolled 12 (1d12)

>>36565698

>>36565698
If you roll a 4, reroll.

>>36565733
JAJAJAJAJAJAJA!

¡QUE LOCO!

>>36565698
Oh yeah, I'm not currently taking over or anything, just deciding something for the future of my story that's relevant to what's here now.

Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>36565698

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>36565698
'Kay.

>>36561911

Out of the black vapours now you remove the motorcycle helmet and stash it in your pack again.

You vaguely recall from your time watching korean cartoons that the pilots wore rubber suits to control the mechas. You figure that it's a possibility that this real life mecha works on similar principles, after all the design looks about right.

>>36565569
>Rolled 79 (1d100)

You keen eyes rove the scene but you fail to find any rubber suits. Instead, your inspection managed to turn up three bodies and two heads. One head and torso appears to be asian, the remaining body parts look european. You can tell by the furs.

Still, odd that there's one head missing.

Other than that, you note that both mechas are smashed in windscreens. Seems that something forced their way in and did away with the pilots. Surveying the scene behind you again you ponder what could destroy the three mecha that wiped the entire band of monsters behind you. You hope you don't encounter it.

You consider if there's anything else you want to do before setting off again
>Nah, busted mecha got nothing on bone powers
>Wait, lemme just... (Write-in)

Rolled 7 (1d12)

>>36565698
>>36565869
Ah, better roll again.

>>36565899

>Scavenge the mecha for parts. Specifically, a flamethrower that you can attach to your hands and ignite while shouting "SHINING FINGERS!"

>>36565899
>Hop on top of one to survey the surrounding area.

Rolled 10 (1d12)

>>36565698

>>36565899

You leap up onto the stablest looking one, old and rugged as it is, and survey the horizons. Nothing notable catches your attention, just more of the same old, same old. You hop down again and a thought pops into your mind - one of these mecha may have a flamethrower, and if you could detach it that would be AWESOME.

You quickly examine them but it seems that they only have machine guns mounted on them. Well as least you can affirm your suspicions about the cause of death of the corpsefield.

Turning your attentions back to finding Lisa you stand on the highway and close your eyes. The direction you need to take veers a little from the highway but it's the same general direction. Road probably has a shallow curve to it. It seems that she's still not moved from the first time you sought out her presence.

You have a sick mental image of her lying twisted and still under the side car but then dismiss it, afterall you already have snatches of image to prove she survived the initial seperation. Though that fire...

Shaking your head to dispell that train of thought you contemplate which route you should take.
>Directly there, over the plains. Stick to her direction and you'll eventually find her
>Follow the highway. It's easier to run on and if she starts moving again it wouldn't be surprising to meet her on the road

>>36565899
>scavenge the Mecha for parts

>>36566019
>Directly there, over the plains. Stick to her direction and you'll eventually find her

>>36566021
Well, there's plenty of parts, but what specifically are you trying to find? Jonny's no mechanic.

>>36566019
What? Weren't those mechas right next to Felicia's town?

>>36566019
>Follow the highway. It's easier to run on and if she starts moving again it wouldn't be surprising to meet her on the road

>>36566019
>See if the mechas have any bottled water.

>>36566048
Well Fel's village was more of a scattered collection of farmhouses. The highway was nearish but I don't think it would be in sight.

>>36566019
>Do something that the QM isn't expecting, like setting up the main engine of one of the mechs to explode so that you can look really cool walking away from an explosion.

>>36566019
>Connect the heads back to their original bodies.

>>36566090
Then we should have seen some farmhouses. Let's go see if they've heard or seen anything of our Lil Sis Lisa.

>>36566157
>but I don't think it would be in sight.

>>36566171
>Village town
>Highway

>>36566200
As in, you can't see the village from the highway, you can't see the highway from the village.

>>36566215
Okay, carry on.

Rolled 9 (1d12)

>>36565698

>>36566019

Actually wait. Water. Before deciding you turn and check the mecha cockpits, scrabbling around a bit, things seem to have gotten knocked behind the seats. You digging around turns up a couple of plastic water bottles with a stylised Mount Fuji on it and a flask of what smells like beer. You consider digging around the pile of rubble that was a third mecha
>Yeah, more drink the better
>Nah, whatever that pilot was drinking he can keep it, look where it got him.

Whilst you do this you can't help but see the decapitated corpses whilst you work. The sight doesn't really sicken you but you feel that as a champion of the God of Bones you have a semblance of responsibility towards keeping skeletons whole. You carefully lay the corpses out beside each other, thankfully devoid of flies or other signs of scavenging, and place the two heads by their matching bodies. Shame about the last torso.
>Nothing you can do
>Manifest a skull for him

You're pretty much done here, you think. Then a thought strikes you - it'd be sick to rig something to explode as you walk away. Maybe an engine? Can those explode? You rack your brains for any knowledge on the matter.

Well it's the fuel that always ignites first... and then something goes boom. And you don't have a lighter.
Is there some way of creating a spark?
>Write-in

>>36566315
>Yeah, more drink the better
>Manifest a skull for him

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>>36565840
>>36566263
The Nines have it.

Rolled 8 (1d12)

>>36566341
Oh, rolling was relevant beyond the 12?
I'll throw my lot in then

>>36566357
When I call for a 1d12, I take the first mode I see. Now quit monkeying around, Ninnius the Ninth!

>>36566315
>Sharing is caring!
>Why would you ever wanna not share?
Hahaha, farewell Jonny, the Red Spirit will have you soon.

>Eh, stuff like "Ignitions" and "Explosives" sounds like stuff only total nerds would know about.

>>36566315
>>36566113
>Hey, I said 'Connect those bones back together.'

>>36566690
Anon, do you understand that the vertebrae aren't fused?

>>36566315

A cursory glance back at the decapitated guy and you feel too sorry for him, manifesting a replacement skull. He looks pretty cool now, kinda like ghost rider. All that's left now is for it to be aflame...

You look over the mechas that are largely in one piece. The one from the cartoons doesn't seem to HAVE a fuel tank and as for the other one you can't seem to get what you think is the fuel cap open. You cast your gaze back towards the rubble pile...

Chances are there'll be a detached fuel tank just sitting there. May as well dig around for any water whilst you're at it.

You cross over and start excavating the cockpit, finding it filled with red leaflets. You shift them out of the way and eventually turn up what seems to be a hipflask. Opening the top and sniffing confirms there's more to the contents than just water. Back to the fuel hunt though, ah that seems to fit the bill.

You drag a large tank that sloshes out of the pile and spin open the cap. Yup, that smells like petrol. You tip it onto its side so that the fuel can trickle out a bit and it pools onto the ground. Excellent.

Now you just need that spark.
>Write in how to make one (Still waiting)

>>36566702
They aren't!?

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>>36566737

>>36566722
>See if we can make bones light aflame with bone powers.

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>>36566754

>>36566722
>Have your way with the Europeans's and Asian's bodies.

>>36566823
Putting this to a general vote
>Do it
>Nah, better things to spend out time on

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>>36566857
>Do it

>>36566857
>Do it
>Use bone power to harden the German for our ass

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>>36566901
Alright, so be it. Writing, expect a long update. You'll be unsurprised to know that FOR SOME REASON I don't have anything pretyped for this.

>>36566938
Gotta limber a body up before that rigor mortis sets in, so don't forget the foreplay!

>>36566722
Well theres probably a battery in there so we could use that. We could also try and slam/grind some of the metal pieces together and try and make a spark which we could use to create a fire or just light the gas.

>>36567055
>sounds like stuff only total nerds would know about.

B abump bump

>>36567913
Yeah, still writing.

>>36567924
Just making sure we stay on the headlines.

Also HAPPY KABBALATH 10TH!
AND 10TH DAY OF KABBALAH!

>>36566722

Well, you think, may as well see if your repository of bone powers includes igniting things somehow.

You create a bone and hold it tight within your hands, closing your eyes as you concentrate on an image of flame, flickering in your mind. You imagine the warmth as it laps around your fingers, the crackle as the bone splinters and turns black...

Opening your eyes you see the bone in front of you remains unlit. Ah well, worth a try.

Whilst you continue to ponder how you might make a spark your eyes keeping straying to the corpses you lined up. The asian one keeps catching your attention with its form fitting attire as it accentuates her full breasts...

You've never seen a naked woman in the flesh, so to speak, only the few pictures that you furtively look at time to time. This looks like as good an opportunity as any to change that...

You crouch down and pull down the jacket's zipper, spreading it open. Underneath is a cotton t-shirt than you cut open with a summoned bone-knife. Too much effort trying to tug it off her. You marvel at the large round breasts, plump and full. It's a shame such a beauty had to die. You reach out tentatively and touch her flesh. It's cold but as you squeeze it it's soft and firm in your grasp. You toy idly with one of the nipples, amusing yourself by flicking it and watching it wobble slightly.

Then your gaze trails down, past her toned stomach and you unbutton her trousers, tugging them down, revealing blue cotton panties. There's a tiny stylised bear head on them. You lick your lips with anticipation as you slowly draw those down too, before feasting your eyes on the holy grail.

>(Cont.)

>>36568168

There it sits, shaved and bare, the sunlight playing over the lips. You lean closer to examine it, reaching out and spreading the lips to reveal the pink interior. There's a funny little bump need the top under a fold of skin, how strange, and as you open up the lower end of the folds you see the hole.

Wonder what it tastes like.

You bring your head up, glancing around you but it's deserted so you lower your face and extend your tongue, and then it's touching her, cold and smooth. Doesn't really taste like much to be honest and you push your tongue out further, trying to worm it into her hole, lapping at it.

Still nothing much, and you tire, retracting your head. Still. You've got a hardon that you'll need to ease and you drop your pants when a thought catches you.

She might be dead, sure, but by now you're no stranger to the deceased. You're the champion of the God of Bones, dead things are second nature to you. And the face on that head really is very pretty...

Alright. Let's do this.

You straddle the prone body and line your penis up with her hole, a shiver shooting through you as the head touches her cool flesh. You press down and the tip goes inside, applying more pressure as you slide a little ways further in. She's tight, so tight around you and you start bucking your hips, pushing more of your shaft in with each thrust. It's a good thing you licked it so much, you think, it's pretty dry down there and the friction is impeding your progress. Still, you're nothing if not tenacious, and you redouble your efforts.

>(Cont.)

>>36568187

Finally you're all the way in and God DAMN it feels good. Actually, god probably DOES damn this but you can't imagine your God of Bones has much issue. This is just a, a different kind of scavenging really.

Anyway, you resume ploughing, the coldness of her vagina lessening as your efforts start to warm her through. You speed up and come to a climax, clenching her hips as you hold yourself deep within her, seed spilling into her.

You slowly draw yourself out and wipe your dick on her panties, tucking yourself away and reclothing her. It feels oddly inappropriate to leave her naked.

Standing up you close your eyes and savour that mental image of her naked form before opening them again.

Right. You were gonna make a spark and light this place. Hitting some scrap metal together should do the trick.

You grab a few errant pieces from the pile of junk and give them a few tentative whacks, yup, that's a spark.

Well, here goes nothing.

>Roll me some 1d100's, best of three.

Do you watch the explosion or just walk away though?
>Watch it, fire is pretty
>Walk away, gotta be maximum badass

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>36568205
Winning

>>36568205
>Watch it, fire is pretty

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>36568205
>>36568248

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Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>36568205
>Watch it, fire is pretty

>>36568205
>Perspective shift over to Lisa after Mecha explodes

>>36568326
But Anon, Lisa's unconscious right now.

>>36568339
Dang, I was hoping she would see the beacon her brother just lit.

>>36568205

You produce another spark over the spilt fuel this time and as it ignites you drop the metalm grab your bag and sprint a good distance from the site, turning back to watch your glorious endevaours.

>>36568290
>Rolled 95 (1d100)

And boy are they glorious. The fuel tank ignites with a deafening boom and a blast of hot air streams across you. You decide now might be a good time to re-manifest your bone armour, forming a tight lattice of bone for the visor. Protection against small debris whilst maintaining visibility: check.

As you continue watching you see the great ball of fire from the flaming tank spread to the solidly built mecha, enveloping it. There's a lull as you wait in anticipation, steadily pacing backwards, and-

-BOOOOOM-

-and there goes your hearing temporarily. The mecha had full on exploded, catapulting burning shrapnel in all directions. You can't help but burst out laughing as you see the european head sail past, comical moustache aflame. You stand and watch as the remaining blaze curls and coils around the wreckage until it finally dies down.

That was satisfying. You needed that. It helped distract you from worrying about your sister's predicament.

But now it's time to get back on with the task.

Turning, you survey your options once more.

Yeah, the highway is the best bet for now. You can cover a lot more ground when you don't have to watch your feet all the time.

You break out into a sprint in anticipation, the success at finally rejoining the tendrils of civilisation exciting you. Feet flying you tear down the tarmac, the rush of wind in your hair.

>(Cont.)

>>36568756

Night's fallen and you've yet to find her. Now that you're moving in parallel to the direction you'd expect her to go you can't be sure that she's not moving anymore. In theory by comparing the sensation when you meditate on one side of the road to when you do so on the other you should be able to feel a difference if she were moving, but you're not confident you have the ability to detect such minor nuances.

Anyway, it's dark and you're weary. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you wake, the sooner you can continue. You slow and stray from the road, pulling out some bison strips to gnaw on.

Was there anything you wanted to do before bed?
>Naw, sleeptime
>Yeah, lemme just... (Write-in)

Dangit, I wanted to look for a farm so we could drink milk for strong bone. Also, was that the German's mecha?

>>36568816
You have the God of Blones blessing, milk is entirely superfluous at this stage.

And yeah, the german mecha was the one that caught.

>>36568771
>Naw, sleeptime

>>36568771
>see if there are anymore cute deadgirls around.

>>36568771

You offer a quick prayer to the God of Bones on the off chance that it was he who provided you with that beauty earlier. Then you set your pack down and curl up, encasing yourself in bone armour. Keeps you protected whilst your guard is down. Your thoughts wander a little over that field of monstrous corpses but you're exhausted from running all day and soon fall asleep...

---

Light creeps through your visor and you stir. God your mouth is dry. Sitting up you dissipate the armour look around blearily. Nothing of note. Rising to a stand you grab your pack, fishing around in it and drawing out a water bottle. You gulp down some water and return it, slinging your pack over your shoulder. It's going to be a long day.

>Set off again
>Do something else first (Write-in)

>>36568991
>Set off again

>>36568991
>Jerk off then go look for something to drink.

>>36569075
Have you already forgotten the assorted beverages you plundered from the mecha?

>>36569097
Oh yeah. Jerk off while drinking a soda then.

>>36569139
Erm... wanna try that again? You seem to have a previous answer copied.

>>36568991
>Set off again

>>36569166
Yeah don't know why that was there.

>>36568991

Better ease the tension before you head off then. You unbutton your trousers and tug your dick out. The memory of yesterday's forays into a woman comes flooding back and it hardens. You stroke yourself to climax, ejaculating over a funny shaped rock before tucking it back and doing your trousers up again.

You meditate again to reconfirm Lisa's direction before setting off again down the highway. There was something different this time, an extra flash of image. Your sister... seems to be fighting some sort of tentacle monster?

Hell, that means she's still alive. Good enough for you.

Time to go rescue her.

Aaaaand that's where I take a break for the time being. Need to grab some food, yada yada. I can probably pick it up again in an hour or two if noone else is QMing.

>>36569264
Thanks for running.

>>36569264
You did great!

>>36569264
>When bone and tentacle meet
>They gangbang loli imouto

Bump

>Near a farming village in the United States of Texas, someways off of Highway 34, 12:57 PM.

The japanese woman's corpse sizzles under the unforgiving Texan sun. A fly buzzes over to land on her cheek, but takes off when a sound like a strong breeze fills the area.

A drop-ship swoops down from the sky, pauses in the air, and descends. The landing spikes barely pierce the ground, and the hatch on the rear of the vehicle opens, a ramp lowering itself onto the ground.

Out walks a figure that's pretty much Darth Vader if he were a woman in her middle 20s. She walks over to the fallen japanese woman's body, her shadow relieving the corpse from the accursed sunlight. If Japan was where the sun rose, Texas was where it worked all day.

Regretting wearing black everywhere she went, the woman takes off her stuffy helmet, and waves the heat out of her hair. She looks up at the mecha, then bends down to pick up the disembodied head. She holds up the dead woman's face to her own, which was also the dead woman's, albeit a bit older.

"Successfully located body of SHOGUN: Yumi Sanzaru, Mobile Suit Reconnaissance Pilot. Head severed, but no further damage. Body condition...: the woman drones out in perfect Japanese as she sets the head down to lay where it did previously, and inspects the rest of Sanzaru's body.

"Besides missing a head, the body is uninjured. Wait..." The woman pauses as she smells a strange scent on Sanzaru's corpse. She follows the scent to the groin, places a finger down into Sanzaru's panties, worms it inside of Sanzaru's panties, and hooks her finger up into the dead lady's vagina. She brings her finger up out of Sanzaru's pants, a white, globby bead on her finger. "Has recently been raped in the vaginal cavity. Scheduling her to be cleansed of Gaijin Cum in the proper facility after revivification."

>Cont.

>>36572508
After wiping her finger clean on the corpse's cheek, the lady makes a gesture to the dropship, and some robots come over with a stretcher. Yumi Sanzaru's head and body are placed on top of it, and wheeled over back to the ship.

The lady looks up at the mecha, and
>decides to have it repaired.
>decides to have it scrapped.

>>36572532
>decides to have it scrapped.
Need a better one clearly

>>36572508
>decides to have it scrapped

The woman takes out a device, walks over to the Mecha's foot, and places the device directly on the metal. She then walks back to the drop-ship, and the hatch closes shut behind her as the engines whir to life. She straps herself back into the cockpit, and lifts the craft up into the air.

Flying away, she takes out a controller, and presses a button on it. Down below, a blue sphere of blue light envelops the Mecha's foot, and expands to where the Mecha is 100% inside the sphere, now a dome. The world stands still within that dome, and in an instant the dome constricts.

Where the Mecha was previously is now a crater in the ground. Air rushes into the space as loose parts from the other two mechas, as well as the remains of the other two pilots, come flying into the crater.

The drop-ship climbs up into the sky, flying towards nothing. Suddenly, an aircraft comes into view, big enough to where it has a hanger to land in, which opens up. The drop-ship slows as it flies into the second aircraft, landing in its hangar bay. The hatches close, shielding the aircraft's interior. The aircraft disappears again, and after a few minutes, some clouds rapidly get parted as some unknown force moves westward.

Hey, do you guys want more Yumi, or does someone else want to take over?

>>36573458
I was kinda hoping Ninnius was coming back but sure, let's do more Yumi.

>>36573489
Yeah, I kinda wanna go back to playing for a thread or so.

>>36573489
But which Yumi do you want to play as?
>Yumi
>Usagi
>Sanzaru

>>36574017
Usagi.But to be honesty I'm only familiar with the siblings and Delita storylines.

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>Chapter 4.5
"-CK?"

This girl has your face! "What could this mean?" you utter in your confusion.

"Um, I dunno," she says, her wings flapping a bit as she scratches her head.

Hmm, let's try thinking back over your life. Before you climbed your way up the ranks of the secret police, you went to college early while playing a mean synthesax in your elective, and before that you lived in an orphanage, though you don't remember much about the orphanage. Right.

"Maybe we're related?" you say to her, unsure of the suggestion. "Like, I came from an orphanage when I was 12, so it could be possible."

Yumi looks at you with both eyebrows frumbled, then looks away and says, "I used to think that as well."

What? Well, whatever. "This can wait for now. A second team should be arriving here shortly. For now, I think it best that the Empire presumes I've died in that explosion, so we should probably get going someplace else."

"Okay," she says with a nod.

Well, where do you go?
>Outta the country
>Back to your place
>The Interrogation Center?
>Write-in

>>36575074
>Outta the country

You think to yourself, thinking that while there are some things at home and at the precinct that could be useful, they're not so useful as to risk your life to obtain them. "Let's get out of the country, for starters."

Yumi nods her assent, but pauses. "How are we going to do that? I mean, I could carry you and fly, but I fear the air force might catch us if I go too slow, and I fear for your safety if I go too fast. Do you have an alternative?"
>I'll be fiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnne. (Roll 1d100 for fine aiming low, best of three.)
>Write-in

Oh yeah, any other QMs need not be shy.

Rolled 95, 57, 58 = 210 (3d100)

>>36575489

>>36576737
oh shit

>>36575489
Oh yeah, second option:
>Hahahah, the air force. Nothing to worry about! (Roll 1d100 for fine aiming high, best of three.)
You're gonna have to reroll for that one, though.

Rolled 97, 25, 70 = 192 (3d100)

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>>36576737

I'm too tired, Yumis' adventures will continue laterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

>>36577040
Fair enough. I have no idea what's going on with her anyway.

>>36577063
Spoilers for future QMs:
The Yumis are all clones of a certain somebody. One gets pumped out every year. They all take after animals of the Zodiac.

>>36577329
The knowledge overload that happens to other Japanese people doesn't affect them because of their brains being able to handle the memories.