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>You are Steven "Spike" Bloom: buzzed, grouchy, and down-and -out Middle-Aged man.

>You woke up today passed out at the counter of your favorite, hated, local joint on a Wednesday. Pushed the drinks a bit too hard for your age after losing your job for the past few years.

>You approach a strange woman from across the bar, the Lady wearing a cloak of Deep Maroon. Her eyes were golden.

>"Telling" us our fortune, making us mighty anxious and uncomfortable, and calling us an old guy, we decided to politely tell her to Piss off....

>only to realize the bar is no more.

>Who IS the Red Lady? Why does she want 'Spike" Bloom? What did she see in those carrds?

>More importantly, How did you get here?
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>>40016425
>>Inspect stain glass
>>Is The Red Lady still there?

>>40017110
>writing

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Yeah, let’s not, Steve. You opt out of walking over to the awaiting nightmare near the stocked…altar? Heh, can’t remember the last time you were in any sort of Church or Holy Place. Actually, that’s a lie, you remember one time as clear as day. But, point stands; you and god’s house aren’t on equal terms really.

At least, not anymore.

Still, don’t let it be said you don’t appreciate the arts. With another scan you take in what’s before you. You see, besides the prominent centerpiece to your immediate front which takes the entire wall, 4 panels lined in a single, shimmering row along either wall in perfect symmetry. The lights from them descend in striking hues of orange, blue, purple, and green onto the white canvas of a floor across the room.
(1/?)

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Each depicts a different scene. The massive one to your forefront shows a skull-headed rider atop its white stallion, trotting through a sprouting field towards an exit between two parallel, stone pillars in the distance. A rising sun can be seen glancing over the horizon of the exit. The rider wears black, spiked armor and carries an equally blackened banner, depicting a blooming Daffodil. On his back he carries quite a wicked, jagged scythe.

Each pane, in turn, depicts in own enigma, ranging from: A aged, robed man holding a lantern- of which encloses a shining star, to a extravagantly dressed prince or jester walking off a cliff, to a crowned sword piercing the bleeding heavens above.

You turn around to see if there are any more, and shout out in confusion.

On a purple carpet is placed the very leather-clad booth you were sitting in moments prior, it hasn’t moved. Yet, instead of a table there is another stone altar, shining bright red instead of the thematic white you’ve come to expect from this Holy Ground. A single, blank tarot card of layered vellum lies on top of it. Another 10 meters back, you see open, carpeted space and the final window.

In it, bodies rise out of coffins and raise their hands towards the open, white sky. Trumpets can be seen playing from the heavens, and fire is approaching from the distance.

It’s the Apocalypse.

(2/?)

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“I never took you for an art connoisseur,” a voice cheekily sings out.

Oh, she hasn’t budged an inch. Great. Feeling really smart now.

The Red Lady sits, smirking in the booth. Golden eyes upon you.

>What is this place?
>Who are you?
>Is there something in the corner?
>Write in (heavily encouraged)

>>40017639
And I think I am far less drunk than I need to be at this moment. So who, and more importantly what are you? Why do I get the feeling I just stepped into something far out of the norm?

>>40017639
>Quickly check behind you before you get your ass shanked.
This place is creepy enough. We should check the entire room before answering or even asking any questions.

>>40017694
>>40017745

Roll 1d10

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>40017855

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>40017855

>>40017932
success
>writing

>>40017950
Up to how many rolls will you be accepting? First three?

>>40017965
Always first three until stated otherwise. It just seems like we're short on players at the moment so I called it early :'(

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>>40017639
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hQZfGa5t4e8

“Questions, Questions,”

Yeah, she’s enjoying this obviously. But, you still see something odd lingering in her eyes. Is it pity? Fear?

Either way, the heebie-geebies you’re that are sprouting need to be placated a bit. You check over your shoulder once again to make sure that the environment hasn’t transformed AGAIN when you weren’t looking. The same white marble coldly greets you yet again, as does the smooth, black corner.

Is it getting darker back there? Nah, must be your imagination.

“You need not worry about that one, quite yet, Ser Steven. You’ll find it’s quite content where it is, at least for the present moment. Rather, you should ask what’s been probably gnawing away inside your head over the last few moments.”

Why did the alcohol have to be in the creepy, nightmare corner of the room?

“Why do I feel like I’m in over my head.” You sigh
“Who, and what are you, Lady”

She openly grins at you, the genuine smile stretching from cheek to cheek, the myriad of colors from the stain glass dancing across her in shades of gold, red, blue, and white.

She climbs out from the booth and walks around her crimson altar, approaching you foot by foot.

“Your Muse, of sorts” She stops inches from you, responding.
“The ‘Red Bitch’ “She repeats mockingly, in a sarcastic tone.
“And perhaps,” she whispers, “Your second chance. The one who will let you edit the written story.”

She stands blocking your vision, waiting for the next question.

>Write in

>>40018249
Ok why now, What's the written story? What is this place?

>>40018249
"'Edit?' As in, someone's already written it? I'd rather write my own damn story, if you haven't noticed, rather than pick them up second-hand."
"Besides, this doesn't seem like any kind of studio or anything. Where are we? Inside my head?"

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>>40018376
>>40018380

“Why now? Why me? If you’re my ‘Muse’, Red, then you know I’m not going to be the one to edit someone else’s second-hand story.” You state plainly, looking her straight in the eye while you do so.


“Besides,” you continue as she waits silently, “I don’t even know whatever this written story is, let alone where I am. This doesn’t look like a studio to me, lady.” Your arms spanning around you, motioning towards the entirety of the room.

She looks at you for a brief moment more, intently, before turning and approaching the altar- blank card atop. Delicately removing it, she returns to you, her footsteps muffled by the padded purple carpet underfoot.

“The story is your own, written in blood and time of a past life. Your own mistakes have been the source of many a conflict, many an origin of evil for universes, stories, and lives after you. Yet, you were just as determined back then too…” She trails off, eyes momentarily looking at-yet beyond you- before refocusing.

“This IS your story, make no mistake about it, Steven.” She asserts as her stance stabilizes and firms.

‘As for what you’ve seen around you, it is a temporary haven of sorts. I would not say you possess it, but for now it could be considered yours…a transitory place. You have been here many times before and will continue to in the future.” She finishes before handing you the blank card.

“This is why now.”

>>40018611
"You've been telling me a lot about what I am and have been, but not a thing about what you expect me to actually do."

>>40018611
>"The card's blank, Red. Is that good, bad? What do you need me to do?"
>"You say I don't own this place. Who does, then? Is there anyone else like me, who's apparently been here a hundred times without remembering?"

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>>40018611
She turns and begins to walk away towards the altar and booth.

You blink once, and in the split second when your eyes readjust and open… the booth is gone.

Wait what? You flinch involuntarily in your surprise.

In your second, accidental flinch, you see The Red Lady go from walking to the open, carpeted area behind the altar, to the area CROWDED BY 9 OTHER PEOPLE IN A SEMICIRCLE WHAT.

The figures all stand in a semicircle around the altar, cloaked, upright, and silent like statues. Wearing cloaks in varying shades of color, they stand picturesque and steady, as if they had been there all along. The Red Lady stands to their right side, no more than a few feet away, watching.

“I expect you to choose” She promptly replies
"You will be writing your own story, you will need an instrument."

Uhhhh

(Choose one of the following for further description)
>The Green Cloaked, holding a fearsome whip
>The Orange Cloaked, holding an exotic weapon
>The Golden Cloaked, holding a large sword
>The Deep Blue Cloaked, holding a double headed axe
>The Purple Cloaked, holding a large mace
>The Silver Cloaked, holding a polearm
>The Pink Cloaked, holding a huge shield
>The Brown Cloaked, holding a flail
>The White Cloaked, holding twin daggers
>[spolier]The Red Lady, holding the deck of cards[/spoiler]
>Wasn't there a shotgun mounted above the bar?

>>40018923
>Wasn't there a shotgun mounted above the bar?

>>40018923
>Wasn't there a shotgun mounted above the bar?
Let's hope we won't have to buy ammo.
That's a chicken wrap captcha, not a burrito

>>40018923
>[spolier]The Red Lady, holding the deck of cards[/spoiler]
"Didn't you ever stop to think there was a reason I noticed you over the crowded bar room of hens?"

>>40019001
Captcha can't tell the difference between a cake and a pie. You really think it's going to get that one right?

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>>40018923
This choice will revolve around your immediate weapons, as well as what you'll be fighting with for the majority of the quest

.>>40019001
Ain't no ammo to buy where you're going, anon. However, you will pretty much be playing out the following
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZgzoQDuUafM

>>40019155
So we'll either be shotgunning down wizards or casting fist when our ammo runs out...
...I can dig it.

>>40018923

>[spolier]The Red Lady, holding the deck of cards[/spoiler]

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>>40019336
>>40019065
>>40019001
>>40018952
>Check for boomstick at the nightmare corner
2
>Red Lady's Deck
2
>>40019230
>Greenbro and the whip
1

>>40018923
>Shotgun
Then shoot them all and loot the artifacts.

>>40018923
>Wasn't there a shotgun mounted above the bar?

>>40018952
>>40019001

Weapons, hunh?

You think back to a little bit prior when your ass was ptfo at the bar. You briefly remember that shining glory of a moment in your lengthy life and how you think you spotted a beautiful Remington 1100- 12 gauge mounted on an oak backing about the bar.

Like the ex-military guy wouldn't notice the valuable, well made weapon, please. Doesn't matter how drunk you were. No ammo though, at least not in sight.

The darkness in the back of the room seems to shift in discomfort, as if it can hear your thoughts.

>>40019065
>>40019336

The Red Lady stands off to the side, watching you intently. You see she has the ancient tarot deck from earlier in her hands. Yet, as you look at it, your skull feels the immense pressure and anxiety from earlier, as if confronted by unsolvable paradox.

>>40019230
The Green Cloaked figure stands like the others, steady with its eyes to the floor.

You walk up to it and inspect the whip, outstretched from the figure as if an offering.

It's notched and surprisingly heavy. Uncoiling it, you see the notching increases in density up to the tassel at the tip, which happens to the be in the figure of a rosebud.

The notches are in the shape of thorns, and decrease in size from the 8 inch handle to the tassel.

Fully uncoiled, you estimate it to be about 16 feet long.

You step back

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QM will be back in about 20 minutes, grabbing dinner

>>40018923
>[spolier]The Red Lady, holding the deck of cards[/spoiler]

>>40020089
And this is why you double check that the post actually went through before going to a different tab

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Back a bit later than intended,

>counting

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>>40018952
>>40019001
>>40019511
>>40019589
5 for hot lead

>>40019065
>>40019336
>>40020089
3 for Tarot and magic

>>40019230
Whipbro stands alone


Looks like we're....sticking to our guns

>roll me a d10-2
followed by
>d100

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>40021083
>No magic

Life is pain

>>40021102
I swear I put - Instead of plus

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>40021083

Rolled 8 - 2 (1d10 - 2)

>>40021083
rolling
>>40021102
+-2 anon

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>40021083

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>40021083

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>>40021135
>>40021164
>>40021167
Looks like Spikes luck ran the fuck out

Rolled 9 - 2 (1d10 - 2)

>>40021083

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>>40021135
>>40021152
>>40021164
>>40021167
>28
>8
>8
>20

What type of magical bullshit is this

Rolled 9 + 2 (1d10 + 2)

>>40021083

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>40021083

>>40021231
Don't suppose we get a bonus for that do we?

>>40021297
I have the distinct feeling that pain is our future

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>>40021135
>>40021164
>>40021167
>pic related

considering you decided to waltz away from the godly beings offering you legendary gifts, and instead approach the corner with the potential cosmic horror.....
>>40021102
>>40021152
>>40021206
....you actually didn't do too bad
>writing

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>>40021408
>considering you decided to waltz away from the godly beings offering you legendary gifts

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Nine different beings, colored in the facets of the rainbow stand before you. The Red Lady herself deigns to standing off point, giving you a clear line of choice; there is no smirk on her face, no etch of a laugh whispers at the edges as she observes your movements, your inspection of the whip….

Weapons that resemble those of legends you read lay in offering before you, their holders –watchers- laying them bare for your use: Whip of living thorn, shield of solid light, and the terrible flail of pure inferno await your hand, their chance to change fortune, to leave history and destiny with their own mark.

….Nah, fuck that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8f8Xes2xH74

You remember there being a solid, walnut stock behind the bar-thedral area thing.

Ya boy is gonna do this history thing his way, momma always did said to play to your strengths. Plus, medieval weaponry was never your thing.

You turn around and start back to the b-
The shadows are moving. They are literally moving in the corner. I see fucking tendrils. Decidedly of note, now that you realize, is that none of the light from the stain glass illuminated the area. But you also see….
Bingo, baby- You see the shiny brown stock of a shotgun peeking out from the living darkness crawling along the marble in the corner.


You break out in a sprint and hear sputtering from behind you.
“W-W-hat are you doing?? Wait! You haven’t got any defense!” blares out, more resembling a siren than a song.

(What do? Potential bonuses for actions or well thought out write ins)

>Sprint towards the corner, aim for underneath the bar-pew and dive
>Slowly inspect the area once you get there
>Look around for something to throw or distract whatever is there while sprinting
>Fuck it, leap of faith. Try to bound the entire area and hop behind the altar for the shotgun
>write in

>>40021754
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyQKjMC4l28

>actual theme^

>>40021754
>Sprint towards the corner, aim for underneath the bar-pew and dive
LET'S DO THIS YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

>>40021754
>Sprint towards the corner, aim for underneath the bar-pew and dive

>>40021754
>Sprint towards the corner, aim for underneath the bar-pew and dive
Insanity and stubbornness is it's own defense!

>>40021754
>Look around for something to throw or distract whatever is there while sprinting

>>40021754
Whatever this thing is, it's clearly avoiding the light for whatever reason.
>Try to bait the darkness out into the open light by approaching it. Be ready to sprint for the bar.

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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>40021899
>>40021839
>>40021830
and the dive for home base takes the win

>roll 1d100 for fuck the Muse Police

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>40022093
Here goes nothing.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>40022093

>>40022110
>>40022130
The police have taken it up the ass.

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>>40022110
>>40022130

>>40022110
>>40022130
We don't need no gods!

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>40022093

>>40022162
94 roller here, We're totally humming this aren't IC aren't we?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JUfmJviOL4U

>>40021408
Fuck the gods. The only two holy beings we need are Smith and Wesson.

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>>40022093
>>40021754

You sprint full speed down the marble tiles of the cathedral, polished black dress loafers clapping against the foundation at the speed of a galloping stallion in heat.

Remember how you felt old? It’s like you’re twenty again, now. Spike Bloom is back, baby.

As the shadowed enclave grows larger and larger as you cover the distance, you notice a form amongst the- now rapt in attention, and tracing you- tendrils. Like vines they begin to sprout from both ground, air, and wall trying to form a small wall of grasping, living material. It is waiting for your move, it knows what you’re coming for, it thinks it can easily stop you.

It’s wrong.

Reaching the border after a near 80m sprint, you see the nearest vine twitch with anticipation and you read it like a book, prepping for the strike coming without stopping your gallop.

And it strikes.
And you don’t give a damn.

Lashing out with a blinding flash, the tendril attempts to… pierce you? Yet, against the white marble and colored light from the stained glass you easily track its movement and dodge, wrenching hold of it as its length strips past you.

In panic, it flings back….launching you through the air and into the black tomb. Hitting the ground you roll and finish in a slide to underneath the pew. You hear a guttural, croaking BELLOW of rage from something within 15 feet of you and feel a pop from your left eardrum (closest side) as a ringing noise pierces your head.

>SHOTGUN
>SHOTGUN
>SHOTGUN
>write in?
>call for help?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyQKjMC4l28

>>40022511
>SHOTGUN MOTHERFUCKER!

>>40022511
>>SHOTGUN>SHOTGUN>SHOTGUN

>>40022511
>SHOTGUN
>Call for help
>SHOTGUN FOR SOME HELP

>>40022511
>SHOTGUN
>"Bang"

TAKE YOUR SHOT IN THE DARK

3d100

>>40022511
>Shotgun Shogun
Watashi wa Boomusticku!

>>40022511
>SHOTGUN
>Use the tomb as temporary shelter as you take potshots
>SHOTGUN THAT SHIT TILL IT'S DEAD

Rolled 52, 31, 17 = 100 (3d100)

>>40022592

Rolled 82, 11, 97 = 190 (3d100)

>>40022592
Always creeping up on yoooooou!

Rolled 67, 4 = 71 (2d100)

>>40022592

Rolled 10, 32, 100 = 142 (3d100)

>>40022592

Rolled 90, 29, 32 = 151 (3d100)

>>40022592
Go

Rolled 9, 79, 82 = 170 (3d100)

>>40022592
In this very moment...

Spike was Euphoric

>>40022650
>>40022656
Love it!

And Final counter roll...

Rolled 81 + 35 (1d100 + 35)

>>40022702

>>40022617
>>40022617
>>40022650
82, 32, and 100

Spike's on his game today

>>40022649
>>40022726
I think we beat all your rolls, the last one quite handidly

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>>40022617
>>40022645
>>40022650

>82, 32, 100
versus
>67, 116, 4

Blame
>>40021135
>>40021164
>>40021167
for the 116

>writing

>>40022831
Uh what? we still beat it with two, It only beats us in one roll

>>40022831
Shit. We're definitely gonna take a beating with that 116.
Still, nat100s are sweet.

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>82 (first degree success)

You’re lying prone under heavy, oaken cover trying to protect yourself from a living shadow creature ting. The old lady would’ve kicked your as for this, at the very least.

But not anymore.

The guttural bellow turns into a screech in a split second, like something that should come out of a Tolkien Nazgul. Suddenly a spear of stringed darkness pierces a wholesome five-inch hole through the WHOLE OAK of the pew. Oh, shit.

You roll to your left and burst out in a sprinter’s stance from underneath your protection as another five of the spears burrow into the marble through the oak- right where your heart would had been a few seconds prior. It’s held up in its own attack, but already the living tendrils are tossing away the huge pew out against the opposite wall of the cathedral, rendering it to naught but splinters. It’s rearing back to strike in a matter of seconds.

*Clack-crack*
A shotgun is railed.

You’ve been ready for the past minute.

You pull down on the familiar cobalt steel of the weapon and it greets you like your family dog out of hell, the recoil blowing into your shoulder as you see a flash of sparks and gunpowder.

Boom, motherfucker
(1/2)

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The short blast illuminates the chamber on briefly, and you catch a glimpse of the enem-

….oh lord. You may need therapy after that sight. Definitely a dreamcatcher. Probably a night light.

But between the solid *thwack* of a slug connecting with something in there and the scream of pain from the light touching the beast, you’re beyond confident you now stand a good chance against the demon itself.

You rail the semi-auto once more, take aim, and fire.

>32 (complete failure)
*click*

No.

*click click click*

Oh…oh fuck. You need ammo, NOW. This isn’t good, shit you don’t see any boxes or spare cartridges. Shit, Shit, time to run. Just got to hop ba-

Too late.

The Black Demon’s tentacle whips across your chest before you can take more than three steps towards your bright freedom, snapping you back and pinning you against the wall with a solid grunt on your part. You cry out in intense pain as it feels like a solid tree has you pinned. A roar of triumph blast out from nearby, as everything goes quiet.

Everything.

Then you hear it, a guttural croaking…7 feet from your face. You struggle like a cornered animal, but it’s no use. The demon encloses the distance, you see its face, you smell dead meat, you can see its OH GOD THOSE TEETH.
Fuck Fuck Fuck, goddamnit bartender, you couldn’t keep the shotgun loaded with more than one round? MORE THAN ONE BULLET IN STOCK. OH, oh s-s-s-hit

>100 (critical success, unavoidable)

A beam of light pierces your black coffin, and the beast cries in pain and surprise, before whipping around.

Only to receive a face full of axe and whip.

The Muses aren’t going to watch you die in front of them, even if you did refuse their gifts.

(2/?)

>>40023437
First order of business apologize to the muses
Second order of business burn the church and never speak of this again

>>40023437
I'll be honest....Kind of pissed that the muses got the crit instead of us....

>>40023579
We could be dead or be digesting in this things stomach

So this is a win for me

>>40023437

Kinda disappointed that we didn't successfully bludgeon the thing to death with the shotgun, but I'm also hoping that we really impressed the Muses.

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Bursts of color pierce the black walls, as the monster is assaulted by weapons of legend, wielded by what may very well be demigods- hell if you know, and hell if you’re going to complain right now.

“Anu”, the word rings out as the rebar-like tentacle is ripped away from you, and you fall to the ground with an audible plop.

The fuck is An-

A swirling pillar of sunshine, starstuff, and lightning roughly the size and length of a school bus launches from across the cathedral, exploding against the main “body” of the beast; the spectacle leaves a majority of the pews no more than charcoal and levels a good portion of the marble surrounding a 7m blast zone. It connects and erupts in a veritable cyclone, which you are being burned from the heat of nearly 20 meters away- where the shadows had been driven.

The Red Lady stands firm, hand outstretched, with a look of pure, insane, ANGER upon her features.

“YOU DON’T LAY A DAMMNED FINGER ON HIM, TENEBROUS.” Her screech sears as heated as the blast she just delivered.

The monster, Tenebrous, bellows as the other nine continue hammering away. It can’t even counterattack….
>Thank her
>Help (write in?)
>look for something? (write in?)
>Watch
>check for injuries

>>40023707
>>Thank her
>check for injuries

>>40023707
>Thank her
>Check for Injuries
"Uhhhh would it be too late to choose something?"

>>40023707
>Thank her
>Help:Let's see if we're still up to snuff, CQC time

>>40023707
>>Thank her
>>Help (write in?)
if we're the writer here, then making one last bullet shouldn't be impossible

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>>40023727
>>40023733
>>40023776
Thanking and checking for injuries seem to be popular consensus here.

Voting closes in 5.

>What do you want to say?
>Roll 1d10

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>40024003
Thank you for saving my ass back there. I got overconfident in my stubbornness.

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>40024003
>"Thanks for pulling me outta the fire, Reminds me of old times...."

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>40024003
"Uhh thanks. What the fuck is that thing?"

>>40024003
>"Thanks. Any chance I could make another choice? What kind of asshole doesn't have spare ammo?"

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Well, at least my hatred of Wednesdays is justified now, you think to yourself. You dust yourself off briskly as the agonizing screams of the burned, continuously beaten beast reverberate through the hall like the finest symphony to your ears. Hm, the stain glass doesn't look even minutely scratched from the fight. Weird.

Slowly trotting towards Red’s direction, you realize you’ve fucked up. Big time. Years of experience and being a middle-aged man tell you that the burning fury is just a one-two step from being redirected at you. Shit, think quick, you’re about to catch up with her.

“Hey thanks back there. What kind of asshole doesn’t have spare ammo, right?” You chortle out, coming to a stop in front of her.

Oh sweet Christ if eyes could cut, she’d be stabbing every one of the weapons she offered minutes ago into you.

“L-Look, I got overconfident back there, you really saved my ass back there,” You point back to the still crackling blazes around the fight, “Pulled me out of the fire, I might even say. I got ahead of myself, started to think about the old days, thought I was fit enough, good enough to strike out on my own. Sorry.” You finish on a down tone, sounding as exasperated as you look after nearly devoured by a demon that you could imagine under your bed as a kid.

She looks at you again with a mix of pity and annoyance.
“You’re an idiot.” She states flatly.
>Write in?
>try to get a weapon
>”Know where to get shotgun ammo”
>That fight sounds like it’s starting to quiet down, let’s check
>So…about the blank card (walk away from the commotion, back towards the red altar

>>40024575
>"Ain't everyone?"
>”Know where to get shotgun ammo”

>>40024575
>"I know"
>try to get a weapon

>>40024575
chuckle
"If I wasn't, I probably wouldn't be here in the first place"

>>40024575
Yeah, didn't I draw the fool once? anyways sorry.
>try to get a weapon
>”Know where to get shotgun ammo”

>>40024575
>>That fight sounds like it’s starting to quiet down, let’s check
>"Ain't everyone?" like anon suggests, or to elaborate "Everyone is an idiot, some just have more bright moments than others, Some so much so you'd never think they'd ever be capable of stupidity".

>>40024575
"At least I have a pretty muse to keep me out of trouble"
>>try to get a weapon
>>”Know where to get shotgun ammo”

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You give a small, honest chuckle. This girl may be half your age, but she’s easily got the same moxie you do, you old fart you. You don’t see that kind of stubborn spunk, really.

At least, not anymore.

“Ain’t Everyone, Kid. Ain’t Everyone,” you let out another laugh, “You know, I probably wouldn’t have been here if I wasn’t”
You wink, “So help me out so I can keep it that way – alive - like we both prefer,” You rap your knuckles against the barrel of the Remington, “Let’s start by getting some shells for this momma”

She looks down, pinches the bridge of her nose, and sighs, before returning the smile and your rather cheeky exchange, “Come on, you old coot. I’m sure the others can fix something up for you,” she turns towards the probably-ending fight.

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>>40025311

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ESqvGzdnvs

Oh, it's ended alright. Not well, though.

Around a circle of multicolored, scattered, and utterly exhausted forms stands a lone, shadowed, figure. Small strands of ink slither about from across the floor of the mausoleum, noticeable on the white backdrop.

It seems to be separated and torn quite a bit itself, held together just barely.

Dressed in a fine tux and mad of the pure, black ether...you can feel some sort of gaze upon you. You can tell it's pissed, and anyone could tell it's quite hurt.

The Red Lady looks stunned and pissed at the same time, if that's possible.

It stands,, calmly, as you hear a hollow, deep, guttural voice (think Halo Gravemind) echo.

>(I will not forgive this, Human. I will not forget. None of us shall.
You shall be watched, hunted, preyed upon until the end of your days...and the eternity that awaits beyond. In every dark corner, every bump in the night, every shadow that moves...we will be there)

>Ask it something
>Ask Red something
>Use something?
>Attack it, how?
>Write in (?)

>>40025525

*****
>(I will not forgive this, Human. I will not forget. None of us shall.
>You shall be watched, hunted, preyed upon until the end of your days...and the eternity that awaits beyond.
> In every dark corner, every bump in the night, every shadow that moves...we will be there)

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>>40025525
>"So life like usual then, My memories are worse, They will always haunt me. You don't scare me"

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>>40025525
>'Yeah fuck you too buddy."
alternatively
"There is no need to be upset.'

>>40025525
>Ask it something
Ok, you tried to kill me, and now you want to haunt my every moment. Are you my bad memories or just a self-entitled dick?
>Ask Red something
Who is this joker and why is he being an asshat?

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Voting closes in ~5mins

>>40025645
>>40025625
>>40025612
roll 1d10 for snark/badass/general delivery

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>40025953

Rolled 6 (1d10)

>>40025953
rolling
>>40025982
damn

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>>40025982

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>40025953
plz

>>40026041
I cant believe that actually worked

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>>40025982
>>40026041

>>40026070
Not today Satan
You are denied

>>40026070
Imma need one more 1d10

Rolled 2 (1d10)

>>40026109
now whammies

Rolled 7 (1d10)

>>40026109
I will deny you once again Satan

>>40025982
>>40026008
>>40026041
>>40026131
>canceled extremes, with a mid ranger, and near critical failure....hunh
>let's see, writing

>>40026197
>canceled extremes, with a mid ranger, and near critical failure....hunh
So pretty much
>Spike : {Inarticulate Screaming}

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Wow, screw this dude.
“Hey, buddy, I don’t think you know who you’re talking to. There’s nothing more terrifying you could throw at than I’ve already experienced in my lifetime. Have you lived for nearly 48 years, bud?”
You wait for him/it/whatever the fuck it is to answer.
And wait.
And wait…….

Wait for it……….


Fuck, now you’re just awkwardly staring at each other from opposite ends of the room, not even moving.
Goddamnit, there goes the delivery.

Another 5 minutes pass to safely kill whatever line it is you were setting up, when finally you see Tenebrous shift a bit and the faintest syllable of a word begins to sound. Nuh-uh, not after you ruined my line, bitch.
“FUCK YOU” You intercept as the empty stock of your shotgun is thrown at it in what could only be described as a AAA-League starting pitch. The side of the barrel hitting it in the face.
A moment passes.

Another.


Then the black demon Tenebrous laughs at you and floats away in a little black wisp, out the nearest window.

>Cue Fanfare

>>40026547
>"Okay, He/She/It is a goddamn cunt....."

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>>40026547
I cant even

>>40026547
"Oh you fucking dick. Okay can someone tell me what's going on? And for fucks sake leave the esoteric bullshit out for 5 minutes"

>>40026547
It's now official....We're Spike....
Only spike could fuck up this horribly......

Thread over...?

>>40027397
I... think so?

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>Sorry, took a shower.

Everything is quiet for a moment, a single passing second in time.

Then there’s a chuckle.

Then laughter.

Now, The Red Lady is hunched over, cracking up in gut-wrenching mirth at the striking act of valor she just witnessed. Her eyes, dribbling out tears of joy, match the expression of pure disbelief on her face.

“If you want lessons, it’ll cost you, Kid” You say with a mocking confidence.

This just gets the remaining blots of living color laughing.
“Okay, it wasn’t THAT funny, guys,” you huff

Red grasps at your shoulder to balance out both her breathing and posture before exhaling loudly, “Let’s try this one last time, Spike.”

What weapon? Choose to inspect

>The Green Muse, holding a fearsome whip
>The Orange Muse, holding an exotic weapon
>The Golden Muse, holding a large sword
>The Deep Blue Muse, holding a double headed axe
>The Purple Muse, holding a large mace
>The Silver Muse, holding a polearm
>The Pink Muse, holding a huge shield
>The Brown Muse, holding a flail
>The White Muse, holding twin daggers
>Ask the Red Lady for her Cards
>PEW PEW SHOTGUN

>>40027496
>>The Golden Muse, holding a large sword
>Ask the Red Lady for her Cards

>>40027496
>Ask the Red Lady for her Cards

Where's the magic guns at?

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>>40027540
You could probably work something out like that by picking shotty
you'll live counting bullets most of the quest though m8

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giving vote another 10 mins

>>40027496
>Ask the Red Lady for her Cards
>PEW PEW SHOTGUN

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>>40027512
>>40027540
>>40027626
>Ask the Red Lady for her cards

"What? The cards?" She accompanies with an incredulous look. "Why?"

Bitch don't give papa that lip. I may be old, but I ain't blind; I saw that shit you pulled back there.

"Just curious" You smile back

(There are 78 cards in deck. Images, sounds, and experiences flash through you mind and you touch each card individually. Strangely enough, you notice some of the pictures on the cards roughly match the designs depicted on the stained glass)

>PEWPEWPEW

You can't help but look longing at old 'Remy lying on the ground there. You still shoot a demonic deity in the face with him, though he doesn't have much fire to spit with.

You could maybe work something out with the Muses? After all the trouble you went through, after all, maybe they'd be more pliable towards the idea.

>>40027980
***would still shoot
****only one after all in there
Christ I'm getting tired


>Gold Muse's Large Sword

You approach one of the larger Muses of more stalwart build, Goldie over there.

He's sitting down, cross-legged after the battle, his robe is stained slightly with black ink (blood?) and torn slightly. Underneath, you see rippling muscle. He looks at you and you can see a single, golden eye staring through you. It looks like the other is covered by something.

"May I see your sword?"

He doesn't give a verbal response, but rather hefts it up fro where it rested on the ground next to him and keeps in upright for you to inspect.

It's slightly curved, yet purposefully jagged in design while remaining a single, solid, flowing edge. You cannot identify the metal. It is huge, yet when you try to lift it, its impossibly light for its size. Still somewhat heavy though.

As you give it back to Goldie, you notice a blue sheen and aura misting around the blade itself. Runes are inscribed about the handle.

"Zantetsuken" The single word from the Muse cuts through the air

>>40028118
>Zantetsuken
Oh shit

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>Choose one of the weapons described?
>Identify another?
>Write in?

>>40028156
What? What does it mean?

>>40028180
>>Choose one of the weapons described?
cards

>>40028180
>Choose one of the weapons described?
I say we pick the cards
mainly because of lil reds reaction
Also cause I need sleep

>>40028255
Final Fantasy
Its a move of a high level summon iirc

>>40028180
>"Can i choose two?"

>>40028180
Sword

>choose the tarot cards?

>Yes
>No

>>40028285
you and I both[]/spoiler]

>>40028344
>Yes
Hope we get to meet these Muses again, They seem interesting

>>40028344
>Yes

>>40028344
>No
Pissing in the wind

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Also, thread archived. If you haven't already, catch up with the previous thread, formerly labeled (???) quest.

Twitter can be found on the first post, quests are guarenteed on weekends with potential weekday sporadics. Higher chance of a weekday quest this week in particular, since I'm on summer break.

>DIscussion: any story/quest/QM related questions?

>>40028418
Will we ever get to talk to the Muses again?
Also thanks for running, This quest seems interesting

>>40028477
yes

Thank YOU anon for participating, it doesn't seem too many people are in here at any given time

>>40028418
I had a question but I was lost in my near deathlike fugue state and replaced by captcha burgers

Thanks for running Red

>>40028497
Np and it might be because of the late time
Also another question before i fall asleep, How funny/amusing does Tenebrous think we are after "THAT"?

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>>40028499
Those damn captcha degenerates

Thanks for participating

>>40028560
comic relief/10

>>40028598
Red is muh waifu