>>37862743
Your name is William. You’ve recently earned the nickname of Billy, but your name has been William for as long as you can remember, so that’s what you’ll call yourself for the time being. The past month has seen more significant change in your life than the past five years combined, what with being rescued from The Compound, being shown some of the outside world and then moved to Fort Riley, which you still aren’t really sure is a fort or not because it doesn’t have walls. You’ve also been given a job at Morrigan Military Solutions, better known as MMS. Four other people work there, all women, meaning you’ve seen more women in the past day or so than you had for most of the time you’d been in The Compound. Already having completed a mission, you were then shown around the MMS building and Fort Riley by Cath, one of the women of MMS, who was strangely comfortable to be around, mostly because she didn’t talk. After heading to Doc’s Place, you prevented your boss Morrigan from getting into a fist fight, had a strange conversation with the lady Morrigan wanted to punch in the face and cleared up a very important question, why would anyone want to sleep with an icicle? Apparently the answer is what you thought, you shouldn’t, because icicle’s are really cold.

Currently, you aren’t thinking about any of that though, because you are asleep. Normally you don’t dream, hard floors and cold temperatures prevented that for most of your time in The Compound. You have blankets now though, good ones that are soft and warm. That apparently means you dream easier. What do you dream about?

>The crash, twisted metal and screams.
>Your first battle, blood, bullets, guts and chaos everywhere.
>Yesterday’s mission, the soft gurgle of a cut throat, the pattern of blood from a good shot.
>You don’t. You don’t dream. Dreams hurt and you don’t want to hurt anymore.
>Other?

>>37862773
>The crash, twisted metal and screams.

>>37862773
>The crash, twisted metal and screams.

Backstory!

>>37862773
>The crash, twisted metal and screams.

God damn it's freaking pick your PTSD reason up in Billy's dreams here.

Nice to see the quest, Guide.

>>37862773
>The crash, twisted metal and screams.

>>37862773
>The crash

I know this is gonna be a bad thing but I can't resist it! Plus it sounds like the most interesting one. A crash? carcrash? WHAT CRASH!?

>>37862773
>The crash, twisted metal and screams.

>>37862773
>>The crash, twisted metal and screams.

>>37862881
Of civilization I'd guess.

I hope we see the other options in the future.

>>37862881
The crash that killed our parents

>>37862881
The crash anon. When our parent's got run off the road, killed by crazy people, and we were inducted into the crazy religious Children's Liberation Movement or whatever it was called.

>>37862881
The car crash that killed our parents.
For fucks sake, it was just 3 threads ago, don't you remember that at all?

>>37862881
Form the prologue/character creation

Thinking of that reminds you what happened to your parents. It was four weeks ago, at the same time as the bright light in the sky. You were driving to your grandparent’s house; mom and dad said something about them being more self-sufficient. You’d just taken it as another trip until the light happened. When the light happened, the car stopped working. Dad yelled, Mom screamed. There was a screech and then a crash. When you woke up, both of them were dead and the strange men were pulling you out of the car.

>>37862773
>>Your first battle, blood, bullets, guts and chaos everywhere.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzTLNXfTquA

Alright, looks like the crash is the clear winner.

Writing.

>>37862866
Nice to be running anon.

>>37862773
>Yesterday’s mission, the soft gurgle of a cut throat, the pattern of blood from a good shot.

>>37862976
I started a thread ago and I'm horrible about doing archive binges. Last time I lost a week reading banished quest's insane antics.

I learned my lesson about looking too long into suptg after that. Sure it'd start with reading up on this one but then theres all these other ones getting tons of votes and I wanna know why- oh hey its fucking 4 am again and I have to work without sleep. Fuck.

>>37863048
I know that feel anon, I binged all of Merc Commander's stuff, Harem Protag Quest, Hollow Quest Redux, and Homeless Mutant Quest.

I think I lost a month's worth of sleep to the archives possibly more.

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>>37862773
Of all the things you can remember, what little you can remember of before, you remember the crash best. You don’t remember the details of course, but you have impressions. Your biggest one, somehow, is of your mother. At least you think it was your mother, you can’t remember her face. You do remember long flowing hair, the soft smell of…something else you couldn’t name but remember well and a gentle hand touching your face. You dad is much the same, no face, just an impression of a large, strong man and a deep rumble where there should be a voice.

The crash itself isn’t much better. You remember looking out the window as you drove, whatever you had been doing not keeping your attention at that moment. Despite it being almost noon, there was a bright flash in the sky, nearly directly above you. You were on the highway, you remember that at least, but that just meant that there were more cars to hit as you heard your dad yell, your car apparently completely out of control. You didn’t have enough time to panic, even as your mom screamed, your car getting hit then doing a roll. You remember bouncing around a lot, a few more impacts until you don’t remember anything more, just blackness.

The next thing you do remember is the sound of voices moving about, voices and what you now recognize as the occasional gunshot, though you just thought they were loud pops back then. You remember screaming, screaming yourself hoarse so they would come and get you. You remember them pulling you out, trying to calm you down even as you remembered to scream for your mom and dad.

You don’t remember what your mom and dad looked like.

>>37863293
Even as the dream runs through your mind, you hear something else, the sound of a door opening and a boot taking a step on a wood floor nearby, instantly catapulting you awake, even if you don’t quite remember where you are. The boot takes another step closer.

You instinctively….
>Freeze.
>Flinch.
>Fight.
>Try to go back to sleep.
>Other.

>>37863313
>Flinch.

>>37863313
>>Freeze.

>>37863313
>Fight.

>>37863313
>Flinch.
Makes most sense for him atm.

>>37863313
>>Freeze.

By this, I mean subtly eyeball who the fuck is there and get ready to Fight.

>>37863313
>>Other.
Grab knife under pillow.

>>37863313
>Flinch.

>>37863313
>>Flinch.
Fighting only got us more bruises back at the compund. Its just better to take the kick and move on.

>>37863313
>Freeze.

Its the fuzz!

>>37863313
>Fight.

>>37863313
>>Other.
Sit up inadvertently banging your head in the process as you rolled under the bed in your sleep.

>>37863405
>>37863313
This.

>>37863313
>Flinch.

>>37863313
>Flinch.

>>37863405
yes

>>37863405
Shouldn't we add the apology that we quickly mutter for touching the bed.

Alright, looks like flinching wins.

Writing.

>>37863405
>>37863313
This.

Simply because it is unnatural for us to be sleeping on a bed and our body might instinctively seek cover.

>>37863527
We slept on the floor anon.

>>37863527
we weren't on the bed as we thought it might be best not to touch it more than we had too else we acquire the others wrath.

>>37863527
Well, except being out of sight could have been seen as dissent and an attempt to avoid working, which means you would get extra beatings besides your usual morning ones.

So this is like a Jormungand style story set in the post apocalypse?

>>37863565
Yes. We actually bought shit from Koko a thread ago.

>>37863565
Something like that.

You aren't as young as Jonah and it isn't going to be straight up like Jormungand, but I would be lying if I said it wasn't part of the inspiration.

You're also a decent bit more PTSD filled than Jonah.

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>>37863549
>>37863551
Sorry running on fumes here. Like 3-4 hours sleep, had to wake up at 5 for work. Might keep my posting to a minimum so I don't negatively affect the voting swing.

>>37863565
We did see Koko last thread so it might be one in the same.

>>37863600
Love her crazy ass.

>>37863595
Jonah is much more functioning than Will that's for sure.

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>>37863313
You flinch. Boots mean that somebody has found your sleeping place, that they want you for something. That usually means a kick in the side to wake you, even though you usually woke up at the sound of the boots coming towards you in the first place. But even the light kicks usually hurt, so you instinctively curl up a little bit, to protect yourself from the impact of what usually turned out to be a combat boot.

You don’t feel the boot come down though, don’t feel the sharp pain in your side that should come with being woken up. If you got woken up it meant that you didn’t wake up early enough and that you were in trouble, at least usually. You don’t tremble though, trembling showed them you were scared.

Finally you hear another step and then a light hand on your side. The hand shakes you, gently. You finally open your eyes, still slightly afraid of what’s coming, at least until you remember that you aren’t at The Compound anymore because you have blankets. Your blankets, the ones you got to buy with your money.

Opening your eyes reveals Cath kneeling next to you, her hand on your side remarkably light for home much strength she seems to have. Blinking your eyes at the light in the room, you think you see a hint of worry on Cath’s face before she notices you’ve woken up. When she does, she withdraws her hand, though she doesn’t stand up until you sit upright. As the rest of your senses awaken, you begin to smell something from downstairs, just in time to hear Cath speak for the first time.

“Food,” she says. It’s just one word, a soft one from a voice that doesn’t get used very often, but it’s definitely a word.

You look up at her and almost blink in surprise, though her word did clear up what you were smelling.

>Say thanks.
>Nod thanks.
>Just get up.
>Other.

>>37863893
>>Say thanks.

>>37863893
>Say thanks.

>>37863893
>>Say thanks.

A word for a word.

>>37863893
>Say thanks.
She said a word! We can say one back.

>>37863893
>>Nod thanks

>>37863893
>Nod thanks.

>>37863893
>Say thanks.

>>37863893
>Say thanks.

>>37862773
>but your name has been William for as long as you can remember, so that’s what you’ll call yourself for the time being.
It seems we still need to have that rebellious spirit beaten out of us.
>>37863893
>Say thanks.
One word. We'll bring that social deficit up to zero together!

>>37863893
>>Say thanks.

>>37863893
>Say thanks

We shall keep a tally of how many words she says. We shall keep our conversation to +/-1 or = to the number.

>>37863893
>Say Thanks

We are word alchemist now. equivalent exchanges in attempts to bring our social score past the negatives.

>>37863893
>Say thanks.
You'll be thankful for what you are given or someone else gets it.

Alright, looks like Say thanks wins.


Writing.

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>>37863893
You confirm to yourself that yes, you hear Cath say a word before you formulate your own response.

“Thank you,” you say to your normally silent companion.

Cath tilts her head at you slightly in acknowledgement before she moves outside of your room, waiting against the wall for you to get ready.

It doesn’t take you long, you simply slide on your next set of clothes, one more or less the same as another to you plus or minus a pocket or two. You also slide your pistol and knife belt on, everyone seems to go armed around Fort Riley except for one or two that you remember.

As you step out of your room Cath turns down the hallway and you follow, watching the motion of her shoulder blades in front of you. Down the steps brings more interesting smells as Cath leads you into the final door downstairs that you haven’t been through, the others leading to the armory and the place where you and Cath lifted weights respectively.

>>37864447
Entering the room reveals Morrigan and Nem already seated at a decently large table, Mary standing in front of a stove as something sizzles in a pan. Cath immediately moves to sit down at the table next to Nem while you slide into the seat between Cath and Morrigan.

“Look who decided to join us,” you hear Mary’s voice say as she walks over, a large pan of what looks like yellow fluff being set down next to another pan of brownish-grey things that look kinda funny but smell really good. Nem and Morrigan immediately reach out to grab some of each with their forks, depositing them on their plates even before Mary comes back with some bread.

“Help yourself,” says Mary, her voice much more cheerful than you’re used to anyone’s being, “As you can see by these two we don’t stand on ceremony here.”

“Hey,” says Morrigan as she puts one of the good smelling things in her mouth, “When you find a job that pays me for good table manners, let me know. Till then I’ll eat how I like.”

Mary’s face just tightens into a tighter smile, Cath now having grabbed a share of the food as well, along with some bread.

Looking at the pile you decide to…

(Two parts, pick one of each.)

A.
>Just take some bread.
>Take a little bit of everything.
>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
>Other.

B.
>Just eat.
>Ask what they want you to do today.
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.
>Other.

>>37864474
>>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
>>Ask what they want you to do today.

>>37864474
>Just take some bread.
>Ask what they want you to do today.
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

>>37864474
>Just take some bread.
>Ask what they want you to do today.
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

>>37864474
>>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
>Ask what they want you to do today.

>>37864474
>Just take some bread.
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

>>37864474
>>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
We need to eat proper if we want to get fit, though as for permission to eat more than what you have earned.
>Ask what they want you to do today.

>>37864447
>Take a little bit of everything.
>Ask what they want you to do today.

>>37864474
>Stare at the yellow stuff and brownish grey things suspiciously.

>Ask what they want you to do today.
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

>>37864474
>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
>Ask what they want you to do today.

>>37864474
>>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
>>Ask what they want you to do today.

We got permission. Gotta start somewhere.

>>37864474
>Take a little bit of everything.
>Ask what they want you to do today.

Alright, looks like you're taking some of everything and asking how you can be useful today!

Writing.

>>37864474
>>Take some of everything like everyone else did.

>>Ask what they want you to do today.

>>37864474
>Take some of everything like everyone else did.
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

When in doubt, copy everyone else.

>>37864669
Can we squeeze in some curious poking of yellow fluffy stuff?

>>37864702
Oh yes.

The brown things too.

>>37864702
Weren't we taken at 11? I think Will knows what eggs are. Its been awhile sure, but you don't just forget things completely.

>>37864702
I would imagine that Will isn't picky about what he gets to eat. You eater eat what is given to you or you starve.

>>37864758
Can't remember his parents faces, I doubt he recalls breakfast foods.

>>37864758
>she walks over, a large pan of what looks like yellow fluff being set down next to another pan of brownish-grey things that look kinda funny but smell really good

Did you read the post?

This is gonna be great. His first proper breakfast with the crew.

Will is gonna fuck this up so hard its hilarious. I wonder when it'll click that Will is seriously fucked up in the head to the gals. Theres only been hints so far but come on.

What kind of person DOESN'T KNOW WHAT EGGS AND SAUSAGE ARE?! Besides our poor Will. no eggs!?! What the shit!?

>>37864815
No I'm aware, I just think having 11 years of non shitty life would still stick with him a little. If he was taken at 7 or 6 sure, but I think 11 is old enough to have some memory of how the world worked before.

>>37864861
When we were rescued one of the lines was him being shocked at how good military rations were... If I recall correctly.

>>37864881
....Wow thats some great food they fed him in that hellhole if he thinks a MRE is a good thing...

Man when the girls finally wedge him open enough to pry this out of him (and we take the option) its gonna be a real moment and things.

>>37864920
>Implying those assholes fed us.

>>37864988
They let us eat the rats that scurried around our fleshpile, that's a kind of feeding us right?

>>37865034
Its wasn't that bad. I mean they allowed us to eat whatever was left from other peoples leftovers after they had been given to the dogs.

>>37865034
Hah.

"Huh this is way better then rats. What is it?"

>Awkward Stares for eternity.

>>37865034
They poisoned the rats anon, remember that's how Chuck died, he ate a poisoned rat.

>>37865079
I thought Chuck was just playing a game! Oh my god!

>>37865100
Chuck was a trickster but bleeding from the eyes is hard to fake. Still took the guards 5 kicks to realize he wasn't moving on his own.

>>37865079
Then.. what were we eating?

>>37865173
Jerky.

>>37865182
What kind of Jerky?

>>37865173
Well Remember when I said Chuck wasn't moving on his own........ He made great unpoisoned rat bait.

>>37865198
Don't know, didn't ask.

It was better than gruel.

>>37865173
You know human digestive systems don't remove all the nutrients from food they digests...

>>37865198
Stop asking questions you're going to get us kicked. Or worse. Jerked.

>>37865198
Rat Jerky.

>>37865232
I dunno man, that didn't taste like any of those rats we caught ourselves.

>>37865301
It was... Soylent Green

>>37865318
Ah. So this is soylent yellow.

>>37865301
You're right. It did taste kinda off. Maybe what they did to treat it? We asked Billy but he never said what they did to it in the kitchen. Come to think of it he never ate any of it either.

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>>37864474
You look at the yellow fluffy things and the brownish grey things once more, before looking back up at everyone else, Nem and Morrigan enthusiastically stuffing their faces while Cath eats at a more measured pace. Mary’s continuously smiling face looks down at you once more before you decide to take her for her word.

Scooping up a decent bit of the yellow fluffy stuff and a number of the brown and grey things, but not any more than anybody else took, you place them on your plate along with some bread. Mary places a glass of…milk, next to you as well. Nodding your thanks, you poke the yellow stuff with your fork a few times, causing it to jiggle a little bit before you finally scoop it up. Sniffing it reveals not a whole lot more, it doesn’t smell like much. Finally you take your fork and place it in your mouth.

An amazing sensation spreads though your mouth, something you can’t even truly describe. You’re used to gruel and bread for the most part, though occasionally you got a little bit of jerky when the other men were feeling generous. When the military rescued you from The Compound, you got to eat a little more and some different stuff, but you don’t remember anything quite as good as this! You quickly scoop a couple more forkfuls into your mouth, your eyes widening from the taste.

“It’s good isn’t it,” you hear Nem say, which causes you to glance up at her, “Mary’s the best cook in town.”

“No I’m not,” you hear Mary say, even as she grabs some of the food for herself, “Doc’s better than I am.”

“Not for breakfast,” says Morrigan, spearing a couple more of the grey things for herself, “Doc does a mean lunch or dinner but he can’t do eggs like you.” She sticks one of them in her mouth and grins, “Or sausage.”

>>37865455
Sausage and eggs…eggs are probably the yellow things if you followed Morrigan’s words correctly. You think you remember them. That means sausage is the grey things.

You spear one and sniff it, still a little suspicious because of its color, but everyone else seems to enjoy them so you decide to give them a try. Another amazing sensation meets your tongue as you bite down, juice squirting into your mouth as you chew.

When your eyes open from your bite, you see Morrigan, Nem and Mary looking at you, Cath still eating.

“It’s like you’ve never had sausage before,” says Nem, sounding surprised.

“…I don’t remember,” you admit, before you dive back into your food.

“You don’t remember if you’ve had sausage or not?” says Nem, “Wow, where’d they…”

You see Morrigan’s arm move slightly, then Nem lets out an oof.

“Just eat what you want dear,” says Mary, her face looking different for some reason, “We have plenty.”

You nod, finishing what’s on your plate, including the milk, all down to the last crumb.

>>37865484
Cath finished slightly before you, Morrigan and Nem having taken more and just now finishing up.

“What do I do today?” you ask as you look around at the group, expecting them to tell you something that needs fixed.

“Whatever you want,” says Morrigan as she drops her fork, “No jobs lined up, nothing big going on around town. Find something to do, take a nap, whatever.”

Nem nods, talking around a last mouthful of sausage, “I’m gonna check the market for stuff to do.”

Mary gives Nem a sharp look.

“Not like that…” says Nem slightly unconvincingly, “Just you know, people watch.”

“If you cause trouble again you’ll answer to me,” says Mary, waving a ladle at Nem.

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” says Nem as she scampers away from the table, “See you later!”

Cath also stands up from the table, Morrigan following as Mary starts to gather the dishes up, some food still left.

>Ask Mary if there’s anything you can do.
>Ask if you can have some more food.
>Go look around to see if you can find something to do.
>Other.

>>37865501
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

>>37865501
>>Ask if you can have some more food.
If it o-o-kay. *reflexively flinch when she turns around*

>>37865501
>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

>>37865501
>Go look around to see if you can find something to do.

>>37865501
>>Ask Mary if there’s anything you can do.
>Ask if you can have some more food.

>>37865501
>Ask Mary if there’s anything you can do.

>>37865501
>Ask if there is anything that needs to be fixed.

>>37865501
>>Go look around to see if you can find something to do.

>>37865501
>>Ask Mary if there’s anything you can do.

>>37865501
>Ask if you can have some more food.

>>37865501
>>37865508
>>37865523

>Ask if there’s anything that needs fixed.

I agree, it's how we scraped by when we were in the doghouse.

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While we wait for Guide to post, as a side, I think this song capsulates the current era that Will is living in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIHSVRWWbEE

>The end of History
>The end of Time
>The end of Family
>The end of Crime

>>37865651
I think this is more appropriate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAgRDScygic

>>37865455
>>37865484
>>37865501
That was totally me by the way.


Anyway, looks like asking Mary if there's anything to fix/do is the winner.


Writing.

>>37865690
The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..
These are truly the last days"

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood

>>37865739
Coulda just posted the song anon, but good taste!

>>37865651
>>37865690
>>37865739

You fellas have got it all wrong, after an actual breakfast things are looking up for our little mentally scarred champ.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_LxyhCJpsM
>(Just replace the guitar with an AK)

>>37865889
That video implies he misappropriates his AK and ends up dead.

Really trying to avoid that for William.

>>37865931
I think you mean misuse rather than misappropriate. But yeah, that and I doubt AK rounds cure leprosy.

>>37865714
We must also learn what "people watching" is at some point. Gotta grind that SOC stat up

>>37866034
I now imagine Will intently glaring at people as they walk along the street. Putting everyone off and creeping people out.

But he is just trying to learn what is like to be normal.

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>>37865501
You sit a little confused as Mary gathers the dishes. There was always something for you to fix at The Compound, always something to do.

“Is there nothing to fix?” you ask Mary, wondering how such a thing could be.

“Not that I know of sweetie,” says Mary, “We don’t really have that much stuff to fix in the first place and I’m sure you and Cath did a good job on the guns and armor yesterday right?”

You nod to her.

“Then I’m pretty sure there’s nothing for you to fix, the buildings fine and the equipment is as good as it can be.”

You look at Mary as she runs some water into a basin.

“Is there anything else to do?” you ask her.

“You could come help me with the dishes,” she says, holding up a plate, “You can dry.”

You nod, moving to stand next to Mary as she hands you a towel and a plate. You examine the plate, then dry it off with the towel. Mary hands you the next and you follow, continuing to dry off everything that she hands you. Eventually you finish and Mary puts everything away, you watch to make sure you can help next time.

When Mary finally takes her apron off and turns back to you, she gives you a grin.

“So what are you going to do now?” she asks.

“I…don’t know,” you say, just a little lost.

“Well, do you want to read with me?” asks Mary.

>Go read with Mary.
>See if you can find Nem.
>See what Cath and Morrigan are doing.
>Other.


Sorry for the length, family stuff.

>>37866322
>See if you can find Nem.

I don't think we can read.

>>37866322
>>Go read with Mary.
read? I know how, but not well.

>>37866322
>Go read with Mary.

>>37866322
>See what Cath and Morrigan are doing.

>>37866322
>Go read with Mary.

>>37866342
We know how but mostly it revolves around old maintenance manuals. We know just enough to figure it out.

>>37866322
>Go read with Mary.
Storytime!

>>37866322
>>Go read with Mary.
Does she have technical manuals so we can be more useful?

>>37866400
She does have a lot of books. I'm hoping for medical books and mechanical books myself.

>>37866322
>See if you can find Nem.

>>37866430
I'd second medical unless we sound like a five year old trying to sound shit out. In which case we need to start with the little engine that could.

>>37866430
That would work

>>37866322
>Go read with Mary.
Do we know there are books that are not the bible?

>>37866460
Technical and maintenance manuals anon. I daresay reading for leisure is foreign to us.

Alright, looks like we're going to try to read with Mary!

Writing.

>>37866496
>"try to read"

This depresses me. Are you going to make us roll for remembering how to read?

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>>37866496
Dammit Guide that one word.

>>37866536
If it leisure reading I'd think it was more remembering the concepts.

Trains don't talk do they?
What's a dragon?
How could someone sleep for 7 years?
Why use a sword? Wouldn't a gun work better?

>>37866536
>>37866544
It's not like medical/mechanical textbooks are easy there guys.

>>37866536
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QpPahDrN7cE

I suppose if we don't know how to read, then learning now would be good. Then we don't accidentally mix bleach in our food if we ever try cooking because we couldn't read the labels.

>>37866589
Pretty sure we can read, if only a little. We could read the sign at Doc's that said "Don't draw first" after all.

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

>>37866563
Could we read "See Spot Run" instead?

>>37866563
That makes me feel a bunch better. It's even useful knowledge!

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>>37866322
“Ok,” you say, nodding to Mary.

“Really?” says Mary, smiling at you, “Great, come on. I have so many books and none of the others really seem to ever want to read.”

You follow Mary as she heads out the door, then turns to head up the stairs to her room. Cath and Morrigan are upstairs in the big room, Cath doing some pushups while Morrigan is slouched in one of the big chairs.

“What’re you up to?” asks Morrigan as you reach the top of the stairs.

“Will’s going to read with me,” says Mary, giving her a smile.

Morrigan cocks an eyebrow at you before closing her eye once more. “Whatever,” she says, “Don’t fill his head with all that fantasy crap you read or those trashy romances.”

Mary “humphs” as you walk down the opposite hallway from your room, apparently where she has her room.

Opening the door reveals…hundreds of books of all sizes shapes and colors. There’s barely any room for her to walk except for a small space in front of the dresser and the bed being clear.

“Is there anything you’d like to read?” she asks you, bending down to dig through a stack.

>I don’t know.
>Something useful.
>Something about mechanical stuff.
>Other?

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>>37866559
"Why does this book make me feel weird?"

>>37866690
>>Something about mechanical stuff.
This is something we're already at least familiar with hands-on-wise.

>>37866690
>I don’t know.
We really don't.

>>37866690
"Like?"
>Something useful.

>>37866690
>Something useful.

Morrigan said not fantasy crap or trashy romances.

>>37866690
>>Something useful.

>>37866690
>I don’t know.
>Something useful?

>>37866742
We don't even know what that is though.

>>37866690
>Something useful.

>>37866690
>>Other?
History?

>>37866752
But we know, not that.

Rolled 6, 9, 2 = 17 (3d10)

>>37866690
>>Something about mechanical stuff.

>>37866690
>>Something useful.

>What do you recommend?

Alright, looks like we're going to try to read "Something Useful".

Writing.

Also give me a d20.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>37866881
Learn me a book.

>>37866690
>Something useful.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>37866881

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>37866881

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>37866881

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>37866881

>>37866891
>>37866907
>>37866908
Thirteen, not bad.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>37866881

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Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>37866881
comeon 1

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>37866925
We saw spot run?

>>37866954
It's "See'd spot Ran."

>>37866954
Little bit more than that.

Is it bad I really wanted to see a roll under 5 here? Just because it'd be hilarious to see how it would go?

And being able to convince Mary to help us read better then a toddler. Social links HO!

What if Will reads "Atlas Shrugged"

>>37867089
He'll be blinded by bullshit.

>>37866945
Is.... is that a real book?

>>37867016
I'm sure she'd be more than welcome with helping Will when he doesn't understand a word or concept he reads. I can already see her leaning over his back when he's pointing out a term and he notices something soft on his back, but doesn't understand what it could be.

>>37867135
Yes, and I'm very tempted to purchase it.

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>>37866690
“Something…useful?” you ask Mary. You aren’t so sure what “Fantasy” or “Trashy Romance” books are, but Morrigan said you should avoid them for now. You don’t really know what else you could be reading, so you really hope that Mary has some ideas.

“Something useful…Hmm,” says Mary as she goes through her piles of books, “I’m not sure what you would find useful but…”

Mary rummages around for a minute, until she pops out with a big book with red lettering on the front of it.

“It’s a little bit of a boring read,” she says, handing the book to you, “But it’s definitely useful.”

“Useful is good,” you say, examining it. Luckily your reading isn’t that bad, you can read “The American Red Cross First Aid & Safety Handbook,” on the front of it.

“What’s it about?” you ask, looking at its thickness.

“Helping people,” says Mary, grabbing a stack of books for herself, then dropping another book on top of yours. This one reads “Webster’s Dictionary.”

“With what?” you ask, following Mary back through the room, where Morrigan is apparently asleep and Cath is now doing sit-ups.

“With themselves,” says Mary as you reach the bottom of the steps, “That book has lots of ways for you to help people who get hurt.”

Help people? That’s got to be useful.

“Like when they get shot?” you ask her.

“Well,” says Mary, taking a seat behind her desk once more, “I don’t think it’s quite that good, but it’s a step in the right direction. If you can remember that book, you might be ready for something more like that.”

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>>37867319
Right, they didn’t let you handle the guns the first day. Start with the hammer and the nails. Taking a seat against Mary’s desk, you look at the other book.

“What’s this one for?” you ask, touching it.

“That’s a book that can tell you what words mean,” says Mary, smiling softly down at you, “I thought you might need it for some of the words in the other one.”

“…Thanks,” you say, realizing that the other book might be even more helpful.

“Any time Will,” she says, “reading is important, you should read as much as you can. If you need any help with something, just ask me.”

You nod, then begin reading the first book. While it is a little hard for you to follow some of the terms and sometimes you don’t quite get what something is, for the most part the book is very helpful. Several hours pass as you sit on the floor, reading the book. As you get towards the end, you find a place that you just don’t get.

“Mary…?” you ask quietly.

“Yes Will?” she asks you immediately.

“I don’t understand this…” you say, looking up at her from the ground.

“Where?” she asks again, leaning down and brushing her hair over her ear.

“Right here,” you say, pointing to the spot.

“Hmm,” says Mary, something soft pressing against your back as she reads over your shoulder.


>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.
>Shift away from whatever it is.
>Ask Mary what’s touching you.
>Other.

>>37867338
>>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.
>Ask Mary what’s touching you.

>>37867338
>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

>>37867338
>>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence

>>37867338
>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

>>37867338
>>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

>>37867338
>>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

Holy shit I'm impressed. /tg/ wants to be useful more than it wants to comment on tits.

>>37867338
>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.
>Ask Mary what’s touching you.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>37867338
>>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

>>37867338
>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

We do not mention softness. Not since last time...

As a lifeguard this book is filled with important information.

>>37867403
If will doesn't say anything he gets to enjoy the sensation for that much longer

>>37867403
The kid was a child soldier who has literally no concept of attraction to the other sex because he was kept away from women and only knew combat and fixing things.
They are playin' it straight in-character, m8.

>>37867135
Nah it's from the "LiarTownUSA" tumblr.

>>37867450
>>37867403
Will doesn't know what the softness is!

>>37867338
You actually did it. Bravo sir.
>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.
I want to comment, I really do...

Alright, looks like you're just waiting.

Not much curiosity yet.


Writing.

>>37867338
>>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence.

>>37867338
>Wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence
I'm sure Will can figure out what's on his back if he thinks about it, even if he doesn't really get the context, right?

>>37867517
I'm sure he'll be more curious later on.

"Mary? What are these?" He asks as he points to a picture with a woman's bare chest within the book

>>37867517
Of course not asking questions too often got us hit or kicked, or stabbed that one time when the guards got drunk and mean.

Give me another d20.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>37867702

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>37867702

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>37867702

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>37867702

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>37867660
Hey, another plus to reading the First Aid guide!

>>37867702
Rolling for Medi-Child

>>37867720
You fokkin wot

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>37867702

>>37867717
>>37867720
>>37867724
Hmm.

Oh well.

>>37867720
Uh oh.

Things are about to get awkward...

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>>37867720
Oh dear, did Will get his first boner?

>>37867741
Worse was probably how much skill we get out of this. We don't learn anything.

>>37867769
Damn. That would suck too.

>Self diagnose boner as Riggor mortis, ask Mary to help while freaking out

>>37867769
>>37867786

I think it was what we learnt rather than a reaction. So we have all the First Aid applicability of a Copperhead snake.

>>37867799
Help? We've already started dying better cut it off. Save the rest of us.

>>37867822
So we're good at giving injections.

>>37867799
WebMD strikes again!

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>>37867720
Well at least we roll bad now and now when we could actually die.

>>37867822
>Copperhead
This makes me wonder how rare it is to find and/or how hard it is to make anti-venom in the world now.

>>37867338
While something is pressing against you, it’s soft so it’s not like it hurts. You just wait for Mary to finish looking at the sentence. When Mary leans back up the softness leaves your back, that part of you slightly cold for a few seconds afterwards.

“A compound fracture is when you break a bone,” says Mary, her voice very serious for once, “and the bone breaks through the skin. That’s very bad and harder to treat correctly.”

You nod, managing to finally understand the sentence and the surrounding words thanks to Mary’s explanation.

Just as you’re about to get back into your book, the front door bursts open, a woman nearly collapsing as she barely manages to get inside, blood on her clothes.

“Help…” she says, finally collapsing on the floor as you freeze in place.

Mary is up and moving even before the woman collapses.

“MORRIGAN!” she yells, thumps sounding nearly immediately as she begins to look the woman over. Even as you finally begin to gather your wits, Morrigan and Cath are already downstairs.

“What the…” says Morrigan, moving to help Mary.

“Roseman…Ranch,” you hear the woman cough out, “Bandits…help…”

“Shh, shh,” says Mary as she rips strips of cloth from her clothes, “Calm down, you’ve come to the right place.”

“Help…family…” coughs the woman, before she suddenly lets out a sigh and stops moving.

Mary stops almost immediately, blood on her hands.

“Shit…” you hear her say under her breath.

Morrigan looks up at Cath and nods towards the back. “Gear up,” she says, “I know how you are.”

“Will,” she says, turning towards you, “Me and Cath are going to Roseman. Might not make any money on the job, might even lose some. You wanna come?”


>Yes.
>No.
>Uhm…what?
>Other.

>>37867945
>Shrug

Then go with them.

>>37867945
>Yes.

>>37867945
>Yes.
Mount up.

>>37867945
>Yes.

Dammit.. Re-enforcing the need to help people. We can't help her. We're not useful enough.

>>37867945
>Yes
She had me at Help

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>37867975
>>37867945
Seconded

>>37867945
>Yes.

Bandits? Not in my country!

>>37867945
>>Yes.

>>37867945
>>Yes.

>>37867945
>>Yes.
I can help.

>>37867945
>Yes.

Looks like an overwhelming yes.


Writing.

>>37868094
Need a d20.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>37868179

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>37868179

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>37868179

>>37867945
So wait, what was the roll for? How good/bad the news this woman came in with was?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>37868179

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>37868179

>>37868191
>>37868201
>>37868207
Passed this one.


>>37868210
How much you were able to help her.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>37868179

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>>37868226
>How much you were able to help her.

>>37868226
Well, I hope we're at least more helpful to her family, in any event

>>37868226
So the 1 killed her. Well... let's just hope we do a better job with whoevers still alive at the ranch.

>>37867720
You had one job anon.

>>37868226
>How much you were able to help her

Stood around watching her bleed out, nice.

>>37868346
And I accomplished it perfectly.

>>37868226
Thanks Guide now I feel like a dick for posting this >>37867904 moments before you did your post.

Why must you play with our emotions like this!?

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>>37868226
Damnit

>>37868255
>>37868260
>>37868292
>>37868359
>>37868387
>>37868390

Like I said, people are going to die. A higher roll would have meant a different outcome, but this wasn't unexpected.

>>37868427
I know man. But this is why I want medic. I want to at least try to stop you from killing people.

>>37868457
We need to get first aid down ASAP

>>37868457
It's not like I enjoy killing people.

But the quest really wouldn't work otherwise.

>>37868457
We best medic now.

Seriously, though, let's practice this shit now

>>37868427
>Blah Blah Character development Blah Blah this might be a slight turning point for Will Blah Blah 5% chance per roll for friends to die horribly

Gotcha boss.

>>37868481
>>37868457
"Billy.. it's late why are you still reading?"

"I wasn't useful."

"What?"

"I couldn't help her. I wasn't useful."

>>37868501
Wouldn't do that to you for your friends anon.

Not that much of a dick.

>>37868501
Every one isn't going to he a horrible death of a friend.

>>37868501
It's probably closer to 25-30% chance per roll for our friends to die horribly.

>>37868376
Yep, you killed an NPC and reinforced to our character that he is useless, when being useful was the only thing that kept him alive for the past 11 years.

>>37868605
Some people get their kicks out of making quests fail.

Relax guys the 1 probably influenced how fatal the wound was. She died within seconds of getting here.

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>>37868507
Rejoice, William!

>>37868698
I don't believe you. There would be no quest if it failed.

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>>37867945
You don’t say anything to Morrigan, just nod and dash back into the armory room, opening the locker that is yours and grabbing everything inside, managing to put on the armor yourself in time to see all three of the others already geared up and ready to go. You aren’t sure how Nem got here so fast, but judging by the smile on her face it was because she wanted to have some fun.

“Let’s go,” says Morrigan, already heading out the door, “We might be able to make it to Roseman before those fuckers get away.”

Nem and Cath nod, so you do the same as Morrigan heads straight out of town, a different course than the one you took last time. The pace she sets is brutal, for the most part you’re barely able to keep up, only a fear of failing and getting beaten keeping you on your feet. Just as you feel like you’re about to give out from exhaustion Morrigan drops to the ground, a building coming into view on the horizon.

You also drop to the ground, more from how tired you are than anything, as the other two follow suit. As you lay there breathing heavily, it takes you a minute to notice that Cath isn’t carrying a rifle. She’s carrying a machine gun, if a small one.

“Shit…” says Morrigan, looking over the farm, “I see…at least half a dozen of them. There’s probably a few more in the buildings.”

Cath nods her head in agreement, flashing her hand out three times with all of her fingers spread, indicating fifteen.

Morrigan shakes her head. “I doubt there’s more than twelve.”


“They don’t look like they’re in a hurry,” says Nem, “They might be staying the night, we could wait till then and surprise them.”

“Yeah,” says Morrigan, “And meanwhile anyone else up there is getting who knows what done to them.”

Cath’s face is still mostly impassive, but you see her hand tighten around her grip.

>We should wait.
>We should go now.
>Don’t say anything.
>Other.

>>37868710
Goddammit we've got rejoicing in the rafters.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>37868722
>>We should go now.

>>37868722
>>We should wait.

>>37868722
>We should go now
Bad people do bad things to other people

>>37868722
>>We should go now.
We aren't fucking this up anymore than we already did.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>37868722
>We should go now. 1
>We should wait. 2

>>37868722
>We should go now.

>>37868722
>>We should go now.

>>37868722
>>We should go now.

>>37868722
>We should go now.

Not again, not while we can do something.

>>37868722
>>Don’t say anything.
We ain't into tactics yet.

>>37868710
Fuck, can you rejoicers stay in Archelon's quests and out of here?

>>37868722
>We should go now.
Her family needs help if they are still alive. Staying here isn't improving their odds at living.

>>37868722
>We should go now.
I doubt they expect an armed response this fast if at all.

>>37868722
>>We should go now.
>>37868767
Woops wrong vote.

>>37868722
>>We should go now.

>>37868722
>We should go now.
They're not expecting anyone right now. We can surprise them, cause them to panic, cut them down.
We need to start keeping a necklace of ears.

>>37868722
>We should go now.
If there's some out, about, and walking targets, might as well hit them anyways. Kill as many of them as possible before trying to storm a house.

>>37868784
Sorry, not the guy from arch's quest. Just fucking around. Just saw an opportunity for a stupid joke.

Looks like we're going to go now.

I'll get to the writing.

>>37868824
>Just saw an opportunity for a stupid joke.
It was stupid, not funny, and just annoyed everyone.
So I guess it worked, if you're a troll.

>>37868857
I laughed. You're an overly paranoid dick.

>>37868857
Sorry then mate. Are the rejoicers in archelon's quest really that bad? I stopped following False Dendrite.

>>37868886
In short yes. Their making him stop threads early from pure turtle rage. their starting to trickle into pgq as well.

>>37868877
I'd say he's spot on, but that my opinion.

>>37868886
Them combined with people trying to play the MC as a retard and some random dude spamming a choice to talk about anal sex. It got pretty bad for a while.

>>37868886
Not him. But yeah people are dedicated to killing off the cast or destroying all relationships.

>>37868857
> annoyed everyone.
I wasn't annoyed. I think your just bringing in ass pain from another quest to this one, relax man lets have FUN and not be dicks to each other.

>>37868910
Wow, I mean I ran a quest for like a week and couldn't handle my own fuck ups while writing. I didn't have to deal with shit like that.

Archelon must have the patience of a saint.

>>37868857
The Rejoice! thing has been around a hell of a lot longer than quests. Stop being such a whiner over something you don't like.

>>37868965
And the heart of a turtle.

>>37868973
It's been around, but it's gotten spammed around so much that it's lost all amusement.

>>37868965
Not so much patience, more stubbornness. He's quit early a few times, even before FD was started.

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>>37868936
>>37868919
>>37868910
>>37868907
Got it. For the sake of being awesome to each other, no more rejoicing jokes.

>>37868991
It's funny when used appropriately. You know how that can be, especially on 4chan.

>>37862743
jesus fuck i close my twitter and five hours late fasujdsadfasf

>>37868991
That's just your opinion.

>>37868936
The problem with Rejoicers is they try to kill the quest or make it so horribly grimderp and depressing that playing said quest sucks for everyone, QM included.

>>37868965
Well it's a lot more limited in PGQ so he's been doing it more because FDQ is wearing on him something awful. He's ended several threads early because of it.

>>37868973
Yeah but it's being used by edgetards as a justification to ruin shit now for lelz.

>>37869010
Thank you random anon, you're awesome.

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>>37868722
As you sit and listen to Morrigan and Nem talk about whether or not you should go now, you remember the woman. Mary said there were ways for you to help people, make them better. You weren’t able to help her. But she mentioned that her family was still around to help. Maybe if you go now, you can help them. That’s what you know, that’s all you know. Be useful, help people.

“We should go,” you say, drawing the attention of the three women.

“You think we should go Billy?” asks Morrigan, a look you don’t quite understand on her face.

“I…I can help,” you say, “I can take out the targets.” You aren’t sure if you’re making sense even to yourself, but you’re pretty sure you should go help right now.

Morrigan’s mouth quirks upwards a little.

“Take out the targets, right,” she says, turning back towards the farm, “They don’t look like they’re paying much attention anyway, now’s probably as good a time as ever. Let’s go folks.”

You nod, Nem sighs. You look over to Cath in time to see her place a hand on your shoulder and nod. The look on her face…is different than normal. Pleased? Happy? It doesn’t last very long, Morrigan already headed towards the farm.

You manage to make it closer to the farm, within rifle range, without being seen. You’re still out of range for Nem’s shotgun. You can see four bandits right now, meaning there are three of you for four targets.

Morrigan looks at you, then Cath.

“I can get one, maybe two,” she says, not looking down from her rifle, “Cath can get one. Can you get a hit Billy?”


>Yes. (Will CALL for roll.)
>No.
>Other.

>>37869052
>>Yes. (Will CALL for roll.)
no ones please.

>>37869052
>>Yes. (Will CALL for roll.)

>>37869052
>Yes. (Will CALL for roll.)
We need to botch this as well.

>>37869052
>Yes
Time to be the big hero and not totally fuck up, RIGHT YOU BASTARD DICE?

>>37869052
>>Yes. (Will CALL for roll.)
We're gonna help, dammit.