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>>40372300
You’ve been having this argument for the past ten miles, ever since you first saw the bridge in the distance. You know the bridge is a deathtrap, and the RV is a hefty vehicle. Even without deliberate sabotage, you’d feel unsafe about driving that thing across. The safest thing is to hide and lock up the RV, take everything you can in packs, and hoof it from here.

However, Pytor is unwilling to give up his RV. You almost understand why. This is his home, after all. Also, the slower you’re travelling, the further away the girls get. What’s infuriating is that he seems to be totally unwilling to acknowledge the danger. Just a grunt, and muttered phrases that equate to ‘We’ll be fine if we’re careful.’ The kid isn’t much help, not wanting to argue with Pytor. Although, you can’t exactly fault anyone who doesn’t wish to antagonize a brute like that.

> Give up and put in the effort to get the RV across the bridge, so what if there’s danger of losing everything and/or dying.
> Insist on the safer, slower, route of securing the RV, and loading up to continue your journey on foot.

>>40372308
> Give up and put in the effort to get the RV across the bridge, so what if there’s danger of losing everything and/or dying.

>>40372308
> Give up and put in the effort to get the RV across the bridge, so what if there’s danger of losing everything and/or dying.

>>40372308
>Give up and put in the effort to get the RV across the bridge, so what if there’s danger of losing everything and/or dying.

>>40372308
>> Give up and put in the effort to get the RV across the bridge, so what if there’s danger of losing everything and/or dying.

>>40372572
The last thing you want to do is get into a fight with Strakel. Because you know all too well as to how he ends his fights.

So, now the question is, what's the best plan?

Scouting is probably the best idea, since you know better than to just drive over the thing. You have the tactical experience, and Ray's got those freaky senses of his, behind those granny glasses. Pytor will be driving.

> Send a scout to go over the bridge and then send the RV across. That's the best way to scout the bridge, and it gives you plenty of time to catch and fix problems that you spot, but it's also the slowest, and if something goes south, it'll be hard to react.

> Have the RV follow the scout a couple of feet behind you. It's slightly faster. Also, if something goes wrong, you'll be right there to help fix it, hopefully, but it's way more riskier and reduces your ability to catch problems before they are subject to the weight of the RV.

>>40372825
> Have the RV follow the scout a couple of feet behind you. It's slightly faster. Also, if something goes wrong, you'll be right there to help fix it, hopefully, but it's way more riskier and reduces your ability to catch problems before they are subject to the weight of the RV.

>>40372825
>> Have the RV follow the scout a couple of feet behind you. It's slightly faster. Also, if something goes wrong, you'll be right there to help fix it, hopefully, but it's way more riskier and reduces your ability to catch problems before they are subject to the weight of the RV.

>>40372825
> Send a scout to go over the bridge and then send the RV across. That's the best way to scout the bridge, and it gives you plenty of time to catch and fix problems that you spot, but it's also the slowest, and if something goes south, it'll be hard to react.

>>40372886
>>40372916

You and Ray start to walk across the bridge, as the RV slowly rumbles behind you.

Ray keeps giving you side looks as the pair of you slowly walk, prod metal sheeting with your feet, and make sure that the ground is solid enough.

"So, why did you free Pytor again?" Ray asks.

"He was the best chance to find Lupa and Emily." You say. "Otherwise, Genesis would waste time interrogating him and having council meetings."

"And why are you so concerned about that?" He asks.

"I owe the Carcels, Emily's family, a favor." You say. "A big one."

"Ah." He nods and keeps up his watch.

At a certain point, the RV is going to have to drive over some calcified ground. You hold up your hand for the RV to stop and you make a check.

> Roll 1d6 (NOTE: Failure might not mean this part of the bridge is unsafe.)

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>40373221

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>40373221

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>40373221

>>40373242
There's water on this part of the bridge, and the green/white crust is very brittle, but if the RV goes a little slower, then there shouldn't be much of a problem.

The pair of you keep walking across the bridge.

"Do you believe in God?" Ray asks as the pair of you continue to walk.

You make a non-committal grunt. You were wondering when this topic was going to come up.

"So, you believe in Genesis at least. Right?" He says.

You sigh and nod. You REALLY want to hit him right now. This is NOT the time.

"Alright, answer me one question and I'll drop it forever." Ray says, picking up on your irritation. "Would you rather there be no Heaven or no Hell?"

"What?" You ask. The thought of Ray acquiring a sudden severe injury makes a warm feeling flood through your mind.

"Well, would you rather live in a world where everyone received eternal rest and bliss when they died; or a place where everyone was punished forever, but the bad people got it worse." Ray says. "Dad says that's an important question to ask people."

"Let's just keep going forward." You say, clenching your fist. You REALLY want to hit the preachy little brat.

Ray shrugs. "Take your time. Think about it."

You shake off the annoyance from your focus and go back to doing what's important.

> Roll 1d6

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>40373556

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>40373556

Rolled 3 (1d6)

>>40373556

And now I'm reminded why I don't like him. Jeeesh.

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>40373556

>>40373656
It's existentialism and religion. He's not a zealot chill your tits.

>>40373631
This part of the bridge kind of looks dicey. It's a lot of new looking metal, and some badly poured concrete. Still...appears to be sturdy enough. Probably don't want to completely linger on it though. That might be problematic.

You motion for the RV to move slightly faster.

> Roll 1d20+3

>>40373679
I dislike preachy people, especially those who try to force others to believe what they believe.

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>40373686
Today is a good day to die!

Rolled 1 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>40373686

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>40373686

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>40373686
Hope I did this right.

Rolled 16 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>40373686

>>40373704
Except he's not forcing anything. Seriously don't fedora up at the mention of religion.

>>40373740
What a time to crit fail.

...what the fuck.

Does >>40373745 count or are we all dead?

>>40373765
This is karma for that time we curb stomped a little girl.

>>40373761
He is trying to convert her to his religion despite her distaste for the topic. I call that forcing the issue.

>>40373761
He kinda his, that last comment is part of a major argument why people should be religious.

He's also doing this despite character's obvious distaste, and the current location we are in.

>>40373740
CRUNCH WHIRRRRRRRRR!
Shit!

You both spin around as Pytor instantly stops putting the gas on anything. Well, it looks like the RV has punched through a weak part in the bridge and now one of its wheels is stuck in a hole.

Alright, this isn't so bad, there's a few ways you can get out of this, you'll just need something to slip into the hole, and...

"Amelia, there are people on the other side of the bridge." Ray says.

"What?" You ask.

"Yeah. They don't look like...yeah, they're just squatters or scavengers. I think." He says. "They're looking like the want to decide if they want to come onto the bridge or not."

Shit, well there goes that time luxury.

> Don't worry about those people, get the RV out slowly and carefully by putting rubble and sand in the hole and slowly wedging the RV out

> You need to get off the bridge now. There is NO protection here. Get behind the RV and push hard while Pytor slowly pumps the engine.

> Abandon the RV

> Punch Ray

>>40374236
>> Punch Ray

but really
> Don't worry about those people, get the RV out slowly and carefully by putting rubble and sand in the hole and slowly wedging the RV out

We have guns. If they want to take us we have plenty of answers for them.

>>40374236
>> You need to get off the bridge now. There is NO protection here. Get behind the RV and push hard while Pytor slowly pumps the engine.
>> Punch Ray

>>40374236
>Don't worry about those people, get the RV out slowly and carefully by putting rubble and sand in the hole and slowly wedging the RV out

>>40374236
> Punch Ray
> You need to get off the bridge now. There is NO protection here. Get behind the RV and push hard while Pytor slowly pumps the engine.

>>40374236
> Don't worry about those people, get the RV out slowly and carefully by putting rubble and sand in the hole and slowly wedging the RV out

>>40374260
this

>>40374236
>> Don't worry about those people, get the RV out slowly and carefully by putting rubble and sand in the hole and slowly wedging the RV out

>>40374296
You choke down the urge to slug the annoying choir boy, and just start gathering up gravel, sand, any thing from the RV that you can use to fill in the hole. Then it's a matter of sticking in some long straight pieces of whatever, scrap, rebar, Pytor's spare crowbar, into the hole.

"Yeah, they're getting more people." Ray says, as he keeps a look out. "Probably going to be around eight of them, maybe more."

Shit.

"Alright." You say when you're done, and you pound the side of the RV. "Give it a go."

> Roll 1d20+5

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>40374464

Rolled 9 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>40374464

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>40374464

Rolled 11 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>40374464

>>40374495
I fucked it up, I fucked it up real bad.

>>40374495
BAM!

"FUCK!" The three of you shout.

Well the good news is that you're out of the hole. The bad news is that you've blown the fucking tire.

> Roll 1d8

Rolled 5 (1d8)

>>40374539

Rolled 1 (1d8)

>>40374539

Rolled 3 (1d8)

>>40374539

>>40374574
It keeps happening

>>40374584
At least these dice don't crit.
So we have a 5 at least

>>40374584
We are just living up to our role as a background character. How else are we supposed to make the protagonist look good.

>>40374558
Okay, so Pytor has a spare tire. It's...not a good spare. It's only mostly the right size, and it's in pretty lousy quality. You expect that it's the original tire that Pytor repaired and you were driving on the spare.

Either way, you all manage to replace the tire. Pain in the ass that it is.

"They're starting to make a barricade." Ray says. "It looks like we're going to have to deal with another 'toll' road." He groans.

"Shut! Up!" You snap at the annoyance, and why the FUCK can't Pytor drive his FUCKING piece of shit RV?

Gha...focus. You have to focus. You have a job to do.

Finally, the three of you start to cross the bridge again. Maybe a little faster than normal, because of the growing threat of the squatters on the end of the bridge.

You're actually looking forward to it. The idea of putting a bullet in SOMEONE is...well, it makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

> Roll 1d6

Rolled 4 (1d6)

>>40374670

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>40374670

Rolled 2 (1d6)

>>40374670

Rolled 5 (1d6)

>>40374670

>>40374679
>>40374688
>>40374692
What the Dice Gods giveth, the Dice Gods may take away.

>>40374784
It's funny because I tend to roll pretty high normally.

>>40374679
Alright, this is the trap that the POJ were talking about. The metal sheets that cover the bridge here are just metal sheets placed upon a few girders. You drive across them and you are going into the water.

The good news is that you spotted the trap.

The bad news is that you have no clue as to what you need to do in order to get past this. There's not enough room to drive around. There's more holes in this part of the bridge, holes that go all the way through the bridge. Not to mention some junked car wrecks and broken parts of the archway.

"Well...this is a crap situation." Ray says.

> Waste MORE time looking for some STUPID solution to this STUPID bridge, while the enemy goes and gets read to FUCK you over.

> Grab a gun from the RV, grab the two worthless idiots, and go over the bridge on foot and fucking DO something.

> Punch the choir boy, cause fuck him, he deserves it. Then Get in that RV and Fuck This Bridge, and go home.

>>40375704
> Grab a gun from the RV, grab the two worthless idiots, and go over the bridge on foot and fucking DO something.

>>40375704
>> Grab a gun from the RV, grab the two worthless idiots, and go over the bridge on foot and fucking DO something.

>>40375704
> Grab a gun from the RV, grab the two worthless idiots, and go over the bridge on foot and fucking DO something.

>>40375704
>> Punch the choir boy, cause fuck him, he deserves it. Then Get in that RV and Fuck This Bridge, and go home.

>>40375704
> Grab a gun from the RV, grab the two worthless idiots, and go over the bridge on foot and fucking DO something.

>>40375704
>> Grab a gun from the RV, grab the two worthless idiots, and go over the bridge on foot and fucking DO something.
We are a woman of action.

>>40375876
"Amelia," Ray says as you grab your rifle, and hold out. 357, and walk across the narrow walkway of the bridge. "Amelia, what are you DOING?"

"Join me when you two find your balls." You snap, as you walk towards the makeshift barricade the squatters have made. It's not that impressive, just some dumpsters and trash cans.

"Hold it right there." A man says. "You wanna drop that rifle now, lady."

> Observation roll 1d10

Rolled 8 (1d10)

>>40375988

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>40375988

How about nah. (Hopefully...)

Rolled 3 (1d10)

>>40375988

>>40376046
God damn it

>>40376046
Friggen damn it, me.

>>40376114
Exiled.

>>40376187
I deserve it. I'd gladly stop posting forever if it meant the quest got decent rolls.

>>40376007
8 people, just like Choir Boy said.

One rifle on the guy who's talking, two 9mm. Huh, apparently revolvers aren't as popular in Tributary as they were in Peninsular.

The rest have machetes, knifes, and metal pipes.

No uniform, and no sense of cohesion or organization. So these are probably all squatters who live in one of the buildings nearby and they just raid together as a form of survival.

> Sell out the thug and the brat. Screw 'em. You've got people to find.

> Shoot one of the ones with guns, and show that you're not to be fucked with.

> Walk right past these morons, they don't have the balls or the brains to shoot you.

> Write in what you want to say to them. NOTE: What you write down...MIGHT...not be what's coming out of your mouth. It's kind of hard to concentrate with all these aggravations going on.

>>40376244
> Shoot one of the ones with guns, and show that you're not to be fucked with.

>>40376244
> Shoot one of the ones with guns, and show that you're not to be fucked with.

>>40376244
>> Shoot one of the ones with guns, and show that you're not to be fucked with.
Die with honor!

>>40376244

*While glaring.*

'Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck your dirty-ass friends, fuck your bullshit posse, fuck this bridge, fuck this wasteland, fuck this RV, and ESPECIALLY FUCK this little god-fearing brat. I've been through too much bullshit to give a rat's ass about whoever the fuck you are and if you give me a reason to even TRY and kill all of you I fucking swear it's gonna feel better than sex to me right now. Do you really want that? You're a guy, please tell me you would.

> Walk right past these morons, they don't have the balls or the brains to shoot you.

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>>40376244
>> Shoot one of the ones with guns, and show that you're not to be fucked with.
fan that hammer, woman!

You look at the main guy with the rifle. "Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck your dirty-ass friends, fuck your bullshit posse, fuck this bridge, fuck this wasteland, fuck this RV, and ESPECIALLY FUCK that little god-fearing brat. I've been through too much bullshit to give a rat's ass about whoever the fuck you are, and I fucking swear, this is gonna feel better than sex to me right now."

You raise your rifle and you shoot at the guy with the rifle.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>40376615

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>40376615

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>40376615

>>40376643
That'll do pig, that'll do.

Rolled 1, 13, 6, 4, 16, 11, 8 = 59 (7d20)

>>40376643
BAM you nail the guy in the chest and he goes down with a shout of pain.

The other squatters...

>>40376858
one of the guns shoot himself in the foot or something?

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>40376858
All but one of them run.

One of them actually drops his gun on the ground in his panic to get away.

The one that hasn't run, however, is the other guy with a handgun. He responds in a much more aggressive manner.

>>40376896
figures

>>40376896
You now have a bullet in you. You...really don't feel it. Well, you FEEL it, of course, you have a bullet in your gut. But you don't feel much pain or any shock. It's just something that happened, and now you've got a REALLY good reason to shoot this squatter piece of shit worthless garbage.

You aim with your rifle and fire.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>40376940

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>40376940

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>40376940

>>40376993
And bang, the other guy goes down. This is easy.

You walk over to the men and collect their weapons.

You're still bleeding from that chest wound. It's starting to make things a little blurry. No matter. Still doesn't hurt. You can still stand. Right?

Now...as for these two fools on the ground...

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>40377068

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>40377068

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>40377068

>>40377097
They died from heart attacks.

>>40377097
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

You have a chest wound that's freely bleeding and a bullet in you.

You have your knife in your hand and are kneeling on the chest, pressing into the gunshot wound of the guy who talked to you.

This is...you've broken so many protocol rules of Genesis training.

Also, you're bleeding and gut shot. That really should be your primary focus.

Still, a swift thump with your fist, and the squatter is out cold. You limp over to the other guy and render him unconscious as well.

You use the dumpster to stable yourself, and you head back over to the bridge and towards the two men.

It looks like they figured out how to get over the gap, and you are walking up the slope of the bridge, as they're coming back down.

"Holy shit! Amelia...you're hurt!" Ray says. "Pytor, get the kit!"

That...annoying...little...shit...

You're bleeding and he keeps on yapping and yapping and yapping...

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>40377254

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>40377254
I think she's hubris infected.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>40377254

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>40377254
Oh great, Amanda might be hubrise'd

>>40377302
>>40377315
>>40377316
Ok. That is freaky.

>>40377315
You're...putting the gun away.

Also, you're really light headed, and that's probably not good.

You see Ray getting close to you and he grabs you and then things go dark for a bit.

You wake up on the bed in the RV. You have a gag tied around your mouth, and you've been handcuffed to a support bar.

Your stomach is bandaged, and every part of you is filled with fear and rage.

"So, why did you KEEP the handcuffs? That's what I want to know." You hear Ray say.

Pytor chuckles.

"Okay...no I don't." Ray says. "I think she said we were supposed to turn at the trees, right?"

Those fuckers, they've already done horrible things to you. Now they're going to kill you. You've got to escape...you've GOT to escape.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>40377436

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>40377436
yeah hubris infected.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>40377436

Get a grip Amelia. Remember who you are.

>>40377499
Remember the face of your father!

>>40377479
Wait...ow ow ow owwwwww.

You whimper as the pain comes back to you.

"She's awake." Ray says.

"Is she screaming again?" Pytor asks.

"I dunno...I'll go check." Ray says. "Let me know if the radio woman comes back."

Ray gets up from his seat and carefully heads to the back to where you are.

"Okay, so...we patched you up and took out the bullet." Ray says. "We think you might be sick with...something. You were screaming a LOT before and thrashing around. That's why we gagged you and cuffed you."

"Where are we going?" You ask, when Ray ungags you.

"There might be a place where you can get some help." Ray says. "So we're heading there. It's also used by the People of Joy, so...yeah."

"How do you know this?" You ask.

"It's...a little complicated." Ray says. "Well, no. Not that complicated, just it involves us putting some blind trust out there. Pytor's upset, but he doesn't have any better ideas."

"Still haven't explained anything." You say, trying to keep your temper in check.

"There's this woman on the radio. She wants to help." Ray says.

"Why?" You ask.

"Because we crossed the bridge, and she's only seen People of Joy cross it. Since we aren't them, she wanted to know who we were. She says she was screwed over by them. She wants us to help her, but we...well, I said...that unless you got help first, we wouldn't be of any use to her."

"Thank you." You say.

"You just relax." Ray says. "Do you need anything? Water?"

The idea of water turns your stomach. You shake your head.

"I'd like you to uncuff me." You say.

"Pytor has the keys, and he's...well...yeah." Ray says with a shrug. "You just relax and...try to stay calm."

Ray goes back to the front seat.

You suddenly get another spike of fear in your mind. Ray's lying. It makes sense. He's a mindless little zealot. You can't trust people like that. They're annoying and the enemy.

You need to stop this RV. Or at least escape. You have to.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40377673

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>40377673
inbe4 nat20 we escape and open our wound again.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>40377673
rolling
>>40377706
nice
>>40377711
you called it.

>>40377706
I have saved us, everyone!

>>40377673
i think that is for our SAN roll, which we passed perfectly

>>40377706
>>40377711
HAHAHAHA Oh wow, what a ride.

>high rolls as an hubris.
>shit rolls as an human.
Suffering.

>>40377729
>>40377706

I REALLY hope this is a SAN roll, yeah.

>>40377766
It's to resist Hubris I think. We're not a vainglory yet anon.

Amanda is going to Awaken at this rate.

Maybe she becomes some kind of hybrid- powers of a Hubris, without the loss of sanity? Mite b cool.

>>40377844
Or she becomes a small joy through raw grit.

>>40377877

...I didn't think that was possible.

>>40377830
If I get to roll another crit curb stomping her into the dirt, like with Ember, I'm good with that.

>>40377897
That was me... I thought.

Now I'm not sure who I am.

>>40377932
I remember someone linking my post and claiming it. But, who cares, we stomped a little girl into the dirt. We monsters.

>>40377706
You turn and see a pile of garbage bags, you grab one and vomit into it.

It's a mouthful of black bile. Two mouthfuls, actually...wait no...four. Ugh, you're just retching at this point, you can feel tears down your face it's so bad.

Finally it ends, and you wipe off your mouth and your face. Ugh, now your sleeve is covered in that disgusting looking bile.

You feel better though. Still in a lot of pain in your chest.

"You okay, Amelia?" Ray asks.

"Fuck you." You groan.

"She's okay." Ray says.

The RV rolls through the city. You fade back into sleep.

>???? Roll 1d8

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>40378019

Rolled 6 (1d8)

>>40378019

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>40378019

>>40378046
>>40378052
>>40378071
it keeps happening!

>>40378148
I am the die whisperer.

Wait...did we literally vomit out the Hubris?

>>40378306
Exorcist, Fallout Magical Girl Edition.

>>40378306
Some of it anyways. Probably set it back but didn't beat it.

>>40378071
She is calm and she stares at the map. It once was filled with pieces, now nothing but ruin.

If it was her nature, she would cry...or laugh.

She had nothing to do with this at all. It's kind of funny...but it's not.

All she can do is follow and wait.

She notices you at this point. She clucks her tongue, in annoyance and nostalgia. This hasn't happened in a long time. She's amused. Caitiff may remain, but it's certainly tougher than it used to be. Well, no matter.

She waves her hand, and you wake up with Ray shaking your shoulder.

"We're here." He says, as he unlocks your handcuffs. "You were moaning something."

"Some woman...not her fault...just watching." You say. "Ugh, I dunno."

"Thirsty?" Ray asks, offering you some water. "It's been a while. You need to drink."

The water feels revolting, tastes horrid, and you want to vomit it up again, but you keep it down.

You walk out into the sunshine, in front of a building.

"What is this place? How long was I out?" You ask.

"A night." Ray says. "We had to wait until a Hound Pack left."

"That smoke?" You ask, pointing at the horizon.

"Yeah. We think there's a fire or something. It's on the other side of town, we'll be long gone before it gets near us. I hope." Ray says.

You limp inside the building with Ray. "So...something in here works?" You ask. It...really doesn't look like it does. Seriously. The place is a salvaged husk.

"The radio woman is helping Pytor get the emergency power back on. Says it'll be enough to help...I hope." Ray says.

"Do you know where we're going?" You ask, as you limp along.

"I...think so." Ray says. "These symbols mean emergency and cleansing/purification. Come on."

You feel a little spike of fear. You're not sure you should trust Ray. He's not going to hurt you...but his knowledge of Civ is...well...iffy. He might end up killing you. You should look for better signage.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>40378531

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>40378531
poor ray, nobody likes him

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>40378531

>>40378567
Yeah, no. You're not trusting Ray's crap knowledge. You can't. You push away from him and take down a different hallway.

You're in pain, and apparently they think you're sick. (It's just from being gut shot, typical stuff. You're not sick, just...trauma crap.) You need pain meds, and anti-biotics, and pills. You need to find the pharmacy.

You hear Ray shouting...something nonsensical. Probably has to do with God, whatever. Blah blah blah.

He's a good kid, but he's a stupid lovelorn idiot. You won't let him get you killed.

Pills, you need pills.

> Roll 1d8

>>40378550
>>40378556
>>40378567
Uh oh. Backsliding.

Rolled 8 (1d8)

>>40378637

Rolled 4 (1d8)

>>40378632
Accidental acceptance?

Rolled 7 (1d8)

>>40378632

>>40378655
The lights are back on. Huh, Pytor got the place running again. That's good of him. He's a scary bastard, but he's competent in what he does, no doubt about that.

Although, it would be nice if he could turn off the alarms and the flashing red lights.

A spike of fear.

Shit. Shit shit shit! They NOTICED? HOW?! After so long, and they STILL have them? They still work?! FUCK! No time for subtle. This place is going to kill you.

You start to hyperventilate. Yeah...yeah this place is going to kill you. There's alarms going off, and your two idiots tripped them. You see shutters on the window starting to close and you have to get out of here.

Time to run, don't worry about the others, the alarms killed them. They're already dead. You need to escape. Need to get away. You can do this. Just run. Run RUN.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>40378753

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>40378753

>>40378753

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>40378753
roll

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40378753

well.... crap

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>40378753
For freedom!

>>40378769
>>40378775
Whoever rolled the two is done.

>>40378786
I already quit rolling, as promised.

>>40378759
>>40378764
>>40378769

The dice arent too fond of Amelia.

>>40378795
Part of me just wants to be done with it and kill her so we can get back to Ashes. At this rate she's either going to die or be a Hubris boss later on, and I'm just wanting to get the badness over with.

You bolt through the halls of the hospital. You feel something wet on your stomach. Doesn't matter. Keep running. You'll be safe when you aren't here. That's whats important.

Pytor is there coming up from a set of stairs. You shout at him and wave your arms. You both have to get out of here. Ray's dead, and Pytor's going to be killed by the alarms, and the doors are...oh thank God the shutters are jammed on this window, all you need to escape is jump out the window. You'll be fine. You'll be safe, once you're outside. Just jump through the window.

Don't worry about Pytor. He's just shouting because he's scared of the alarms. Who isn't scared of the alarms? They're bringing death. Just jump out the window and you'll be safe.

> Roll 1d20

Rolled 9 (1d20)

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Rolled 6 (1d20)

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Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>40378825
man these freak out

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Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>40378825
I think we went crazy.

>>40378825
...Thank you so much.

>>40378853
That was meant for >>40378847

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>>40378847
Ms AMELIA WILD RIDE

>>40378847
Our savior!

I caught one of Echo's threads!

Time for celebration!

And I'm back I left while we were stuck in the pot hole and was beginning to suspect hubris corruption glad I was right and Amelia is not just a terrible person, on a side note isn't Ray supposed to be able to see hubris?

Is Amelia going Hubris or is she awakening as a joy?

>>40379288
That was a maybe, and it might have but her while he was distracted if he can.

>>40379314
Definitely hubris infected, if she did accept it'd end up like Ray or a small joy.

>>40379314
Somehow I feel like the former is more likely.

>>40379338
>>40379334
Watch her be joy-in-rage.

But in all seriousness, yes, Hubris. Problem is Ray cannot draw the humility symbol. Would old tech have the capacity to deal with hubris? I thought the sudden onset of it caused the defeat of the world.

>>40378847
You stop after two steps as sanity reasserts itself back into your mind. Jumping out of a window is a very good way to get lacerated and dead, swiftly.

You hold up your hand to Pytor, stopping him from tackling you. Tears are streaming down your face as you drop to your knees and vomit up more black goop. Also, you're pretty sure your sutures have opened.

"Pick her up." A new voice says. You see that Pytor has a radio. He picks you up in his arms, and marches you through the halls.

"I need to talk to her." The radio says.

Pytor hands you the radio. "Miss. You are in the advance stages of...something. You need to get treatment." The Voice says. "The good news is that the machinery and treatment centers in this place still works. The People of Joy have been using them. Thankfully, they've been called away due to another priority. I can direct the men to use them. You will be...your condition will be cured."

"However, there will be a cost to pay. You won't be the same, and there will be side effects." The voice says. "I know it may be silly to say, but you might wish to view your options."

"What are my options? Do it or die?" She says.

"There's another option. You can be treated partially, to stabilize your body, and then placed into a Stasis Chamber. Those things can run for ages. Perhaps later, the facility will be restored to full operation, and you'll be treated successfully and safely. Not this slap-dash treatment that's the only option now."

"So...do it now, but it'll have nasty side-effects...or go into a sleep...with no promise I'll ever wake up?" You whimper. "Not a great set of picks."

"Life rarely grants them." The Voice says. "Now, before you become silly again, tell me, what will it be?"

> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

> You've had enough. You'll take the preventive care, and go to sleep. It's too much, and you're ready to rest.

>>40379365
[x] Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

A soldier would not abandon her duty, her love for Genesis.

>>40379365
>Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

>>40379365
>> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

>>40379365
>> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

>>40379365
>> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.


Inb4 this is Pytor's future wife

>>40379365
>> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

>>40379365
>> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.

>>40379411
Only Pytor could deal with her RAGE.

Poor Ashes though. Having her as mother in law.

>>40379365
>> Go through the treatment now, to hell that it's not the 'right' treatment, or the horrible, permanent side effects. You'll take it.
Let's do this.

Anons don't want to play choir boy and mad daddy on a quest carrying around an old coffin?

Think of the long term consequence! If we want Amelia as a party member, we can come back once Ash rejoins the team and use the machine.

>>40379427
Still better than Lupa's mom.

>>40379455
Nothing can be worse than Lupa mom.

Not even joy-in-gold.

As a side note - Is Civility left awoke in her mind but unable to escape the coming decades in that body?

Can we ask if we can still be cured after we take the half-assed treatment?
I mean, will it be possible to take the "right treatment" after being stabilized?

>>40379506
No civility is stuck in Lupa's noggin ignoring her.

>>40379526
Oh. Even poorer girl.

Especially now Meadow is along for the ride.

I am curious now what West Wind's side comments would be like during this journey.

>>40379544
Same, still civility could have it worse, she could be stuck in the hubrisd joy.

>>40379526

She's fading from our mind, if not gone already.

>>40379650
>>40379563
I wonder who will pick up Ash's mind after she dies due to /tg/ dice.

>>40379676
Ember, for maximum irony.

>>40379411
"Do it." You say. "I have...duties. I can't sleep."

"Very well. Get her to the operating room." The Voice says.

Pytor walks some more, and you're heaved onto a table.

"Do I need to take her clothes off?" Pytor asks.

In any other situation, you would be vastly more upset with that statement than you are right now.

"Unnecessary. The procedure will do the majority of the work. Leave the room, and allow the Accepting to handle it. I'll need his reaction time." The Voice says.

"Testing?" A voice says over the PA. It's Ray. "Okay, Pytor. I'm good to go. There are a LOT of shiny buttons here...I can read most of them. I start with...this one...right?"

You look upwards and see an array of mechanical arms, spring to life and lower towards you. They have drills, scalpels, glowing spheres, and other instruments of precision and distress.

One of them puts a suction cup around your face and you hear a soft hiss...

Your vision blurs...

Then it comes back. You're in a bed, and you're wearing an Environment Suit. One of those complete ones with a hood and gloved sleeves.

You slowly get out of the bed.

You make your way to a large room, ruins of chairs and some skeletons the occupants. Along with a Salvager and a Confessor who look very angry with a radio.

"-hould have told us that they were JUST across town!" Ray says to the radio. "Or told them that WE were HERE!"

"I did not know that you two were associated with each other." The Voice says.

"Well, you know now, right?" Ray says. "So tell them to get back here!"

"No." The Voice says. "And you two should think about moving the woman and leaving soon yourself. The People of Joy will be arriving soon. Especially if they have to modify their people again, thanks to the loss of their staff."

"We can take them." Ray says.

Pyotr shakes his head. "We got away because they didn't want us and weren't equipped for a fight. They won't be so kind here."

(cont)

>>40379676
Ash has had great dice it is just everyone around her that has terrible dice.

>>40379695
We are doomed.

Imagine five personalities in Emily.

>>40379719
I did a character like that for an Eclipse Phase game, got weird.

>>40379703
So the fire was us burning down Meadow's mansion?

>>40379703
"They should still come back to meet up with us." Ray says.

"No." The Voice says. "If you wish to reunite, then I suggest you follow them. I'm not giving up my chance at freedom, just because you have a silly emotional bond with Joy-In-Ashes."

"Her name is Lupa." Ray says.

"Hmph. Typical response." The Voice says. "This conversation is getting too silly for me to stand. I have better things to do. I will alert you if you need to move." Click.

"I am going to punch that woman in the face." Ray says.

"What happened to forgiveness and all that God crap?" You ask.

"You're up!" Ray says with a smile. He takes a few steps towards you, and then stops. He frowns, and then sighs. "You look well...ummm...Pytor dressed you in that. We found it when we were salvaging the place."

You look at Pytor. He nods. You feel...a little Not Okay with that, but you suppose that needs must...but...why was this needed.

Pytor points at a mass of overgrowth, some ivy that's taken over a wall. "Touch it...and don't be too alarmed about your skin."

Okay...that's not good.

You go to the overgrowth, and unzip the sleeve on your suit and...yeah...that's...upsetting.

Your skin is now slightly translucent. You can see the veins and arteries in your arm, not clearly, but its enough for people to notice if they got close. Also, you can see what look like small metal...things...placed in a few places.

Well...some cosmetic looks versus death or in an eternal coma...you can deal with that. You guess.

Then you remember that you have to touch the overgrowth. You do...and the leaves slowly wither and turn brown at your touch. Worse, a few don't, and start to take on that oily rainbow sheen of fallout plants.

You notice now that your skin feels very warm.

"Apparently the People of Joy to this to themselves." Pytor says. "Lupa and Emily ran into one of them. The Voice says that they modify themselves far too much, you only have the bare minimum."

(Cont)

>>40380009
Amelia is radioactive/clean energy emitter now?

So she can turn on machines like Lupa?

>>40380009
Hue, looks like it's a life of celibacy for our dear Amelia now. Poor thing.

>>40380153
She can still be a cougar for accepted or joys.

Oh poor Ray. Rebuffed by Lupa and now stuck with a hubris that hates him.

>>40380009
"So...I'm a living hazard? Is that why I have to wear this?" You ask.

Pytor nods. "I used gloves. If someone touches you for too long, you'll burn them."

You shake your head, trying not to accept what's happening. You scream and punch the wall. Then you sob and collapse onto the ground.

You aren't sure now that death or eternal sleep weren't the better options.

"There is a plus." Pytor says.

"What?" You ask.

Pytor carefully hands you a Junk Gun. You hold it, curious, and then your eyes widen as lights within the gun slowly light up.

"Found it in the security room. The charge isn't as strong or as quick as the people who completely modify themselves...according to the Voice." Pytor says. "But it should still be functional."

You turn and fire the Junk Gun at the wall. There's a ZOT, and the three of you stare as there's a clear hole, and a good chunk of melted plaster.

This...you can live with.

"Come on." Pytor says. "We need to get to the RV and get after the girls."

"They aren't with the People of Joy?" You ask as you slip your arm back into the sleeve.

"Nah," Ray says as you all move. "They escaped and they're apparently going to where that Voice woman is and free her. She's stuck somewhere, and needs help to escape."

You nod. "Well, I certainly hope that we find the girls."

And you wouldn't mind meeting the Voice woman either...you'll have plenty of time to decide before you see her if you'd rather give her a nice firm handshake, or an enveloping hug. Some kind of skin to skin contact.

You know...as 'thanks.'

END PART 12

>>40380165
Who will we be following next time?

>>40380165
Poor Amelia.

No idea that HESTIA does not care about radiation.

>>40380165
Part 13 will go back to Lupa/Ashes, and since long dull road trips are boring, we'll be starting with the pair entering the land of Swanmay, and dealing with Joy-In-_____ and her family.

>>40380165
Thank you good Echo!

>>40380201
ETA?

>>40380165
Man, we really fucked her up.
I wouldve voted for the coma but by the time I got to placing my vote everyone had decided pretty hard on the immediate solution.

Kind of a fucked up way to live. Could be worse though I guess.

Lupa's twin tail image is growing on me. She used to look strange but now she looks cute.

What is wrong with me.

Echo, we need a theme song for this like Lamia Daughter quest!

>>40380282
It's her dead eyes that make the look. That girl has seen some shit and she doesn't dream.

I'm hoping she'll get a new picture if she ever gets a more upbeat outlook on life.

>>40378531
>She is calm and she stares at the map. It once was filled with pieces, now nothing but ruin.
>If it was her nature, she would cry...or laugh.
>She had nothing to do with this at all. It's kind of funny...but it's not.
>All she can do is follow and wait.
>She notices you at this point. She clucks her tongue, in annoyance and nostalgia. This hasn't happened in a long time. She's amused. Caitiff may remain, but it's certainly tougher than it used to be. Well, no matter.
>She waves her hand, and you wake up with Ray shaking your shoulder.
Anyone have any ideas on what the fuck is going on here?

>>40380369
I still think she is a joy with a past memory.

>>40380341
That could be it.

So ember image when?

>>40380295
Well, I don't have an opening theme picked out. I've got about three that I like, but they don't fit.

I DO have a 'credits' music though.

The credit scene is a silhouette shot of Ashes and Embers sitting on the hood of Joyride, overlooking a lake that has ruins on the other side.

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

Joy In Passing

(AKA, Post-Apocalypse Magical Girl Quest)

"Do you Dream?"

>>40380450
>Joyride
Ashmobile (name subject to change).

>>40380481
Its the Pissy Missy.

>>40380450
I like it, although I like Trip the Light even more for the last quest.

>>40380450
It really feels like a song you play by the campfire after drinking a bit looking out at the desolation of the world.

So can we agree that we can do better than Ray?

I don't really care if we go straight or gay, I just want to find better.

>>40380645
We are too busy saving the world for romance.

>>40380678
So we are a workaholic?

>>40380645
Ray is like the annoying little brother you drag around because he is useful sometimes but you have to rebuff his attempts at romance.

>>40380695
Why does your little brother attempt to romance you?

>>40380714
Teenagers.

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>>40380731
Nice answer.

>>40380450
Just so you have an idea of what I'm looking at for the opening, my three 'almosts' are as such:

Hollywood Undead - 'Bullet'
Boomtown Rats - 'I Don't Like Mondays'
Sxip Shirey - 'A Young Man Walks In Brooklyn'

I'm always open for suggestions.

>>40381289
What do you think of

Brand New - The Archers Bows have Broken (might be for Roy)
Tiësto & Sneaky Sound System - I Will Be Here (Emmy/Embers or Lupa/Ashes)
DJ Hero 2- Nas ft. Keri Hilson Hero vs Talib Kweli Get By
or perhaps the old standby

R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World

>>40382767
>R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World

Works for me.

>>40381289
>R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World
Thirding.

>>40382767
>R.E.M. - It's The End Of The World
Tossing in my vote for this.

As usual, damn the time differences that mean this quest almost always runs while I'm asleep.