Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/bDCkH98yRules: http://pastebin.com/epWbgqY8It's an odd thing, meeting these strangers. They seem familiar though, in a way that doesn't make much sense. It's like I know them as a group, but not individually. The tugging is gone, maybe it meant I was supposed to find these people? Probably. My next thoughts are that I have to find safety. Sitting here in a group like this is dangerous. In all, we've gotten gathered in the parking lot, traded gear, and got back in our vehicles in less than twenty minutes time.I'm not sure if the rest of them have the same ideas, because they start off in a various direction. Only the lady who brought the food and the guy who brought the gasoline use the roads though. Personally? I'm all for the off-road right now. Many streets are fairly congested. The night is an inky black, without starlight. It feels ominous. They don't seem intent to travel in any particular direction it seems, but I get the feeling that I'm going to be seeing them all again. Very soon.Right now, my goal is to find safety, but there might be other opportunities I'm missing.>I should look for shelter in the urban sprawl, I can loot while I'm at it.>I should look for shelter in the wilderness. I'm not really afraid of wild animals right now... but guessing by some of the stuff I've seen, the zoo animals might've gotten loose>I can go to the seaside and look for shelter there. There's bound to be structures still standing, only the city seemed hit by the earthquakes.>Other [Write In]Chores for the day: Determine how to spend our 12 experience.Sorry I started late, I started writing an intro post and hated it.For any potential newcomers, Fa/tg/uy is a grognard neckbeard and you are the schizoid hallucinations that manifest as an imageboard in his mind.
>>40598209Alright guys, so I'm definitely rethinking how attacking should work. A move-and-attack method would be good for a traditional game, but this is a QUEST GOD DAMN IT. So I'm going to be requiring a lot less rolls from here on out, mostly because you'll be slaughtering your way through fields of enemies you glorious catastrophe. For extended combat, I'll be writing out scenes and doing all of the dicerolls behind the curtain. This isn't to say that I won't use your dicerolls, but I feel this would be better for convenience's sake. Any and all suggestions are welcome on tweetles: https://twitter.com/FatguyQMNo seriously, I'm drowning here. Gimme dem suggestions.
>>40598344>>40598209>I should look for shelter in the urban sprawl, I can loot while I'm at it.Oh wow I wasn't even awake.Holla if you still there
>>40598344>I should look for shelter in the urban sprawl, I can loot while I'm at it.god damn op who wakes up before 1 pm on a weekend
>>40598209>I should look for shelter in the urban sprawl, I can loot while I'm at it.
>>40599101Of course I'm still here. I'm chained to this computer and I live on this toilet here.Yeah, that's fair I guess. Maybe we can find some safety here. Why the fuck do I keep thinking "We"? It's not like I'm looking after anybody, except you guys. And you're all quieter than usual lately. Putting the car into drive, I set off across the parking lot. Another odd feeling I can't quite place wells up in me as I can see the tail-lights of one of the others weaving through vehicles on another nearby road. It disappears around a bend and I'm on my own again. The world has been quiet. The dead are all around, some lying and some wandering listlessly. I'm not really ready to mess with them. Some try to follow the car briefly, but I keep my distance.Should there be this many dead from just a zombie outbreak? And the earthquake may be correlation, and not causation. Oh let's not forget the fucking hyena clicking that took over the minds of my co-workers. It's obvious that this is one kind of apocalypse or another, but I'm just not sure which flavor it is. For now I put my musings behind me as I drive onwards towards town.Now, here's a bit of trivia. From the 50's onwards, Massachusetts underwent a federal survey, looking to find places that could serve as a fallout shelter. A lot of businesses had to give up some space for a while, but one of the things the gubbmint realized is that existing mines and caves would make for perfect fallout shelters. That's my ultimate goal, but in the crumbling city there are plenty of options.I'm not going in a skyscraper though.>But I could check out a rooftop, see if I can find lights, that might indicate defensible pockets full of still-human assholes.>I should stick to ground as much as I can. Hell, if I find a basement, I wanna take it.>Loot is more important. I've got stuff, but we could use more.>Fuck it, I'm gonna bust in a motel room door.>Other [Write In]
>>40599260>Loot is more important. I've got stuff, but we could use more.Let's look for protection or extra weaponry
>>40599260>Fuck it, I'm gonna bust in a motel room door.motels are comfy as fuck
>>40599260>Lootthen>Find a motel to spend the night
>>40599260We have some gear with us. The girl with the shotgun and tiger (Seriously, wtf?) gave us a camping bag. She had just enough for everyone else. Which was weird. I've still got like six water-cooler replacements, which is nice. In the camping supplies, there was a Brita Filter. The black and serious dude gave me a... what, an M16? I don't know guns. You guys tell me. Any /k/ommandos up there?The other white dude gave me gasoline, about ten gallons worth between the red containers. I got a bunch of foodstuff from the other lady (not tiger-bitch). Finally I got a duffel-bag full of clothes (All my size somehow??) from the asian guy.>>40599321There's more I could use. For instance, I'm pretty sure I've only got a clip's worth of shots in this thing. This probably... takes... regular... you know, rifle ammo. Or something. I wish I liked more modern games now, to be honest.>>40599356I'm probably gonna do that immediately afterwards.I think there's a gunstore somewhere south of Everett. For now, that's the direction I'm gonna take. I try, fruitlessly, to make it onto the highway. It looks pretty clear, once you get past the ramps, but many of the ones I've seen are pretty busted up. Just heading forward to find another one, I find an entire section of highway collapsed onto the ground, some buildings, and this street. Unfortunately.I could TRY to make it over the rubble, but something in my gut tells me that's retarded. So I turn around. After maneuvering my vehicle, I pick up a bit of speed and something chooses right now to bust out from an alley and onto the street in front of me.I break as I see a humanoid figure lit up with headlights, arms flailing. Regardless, I still see it take a dive and feel it impact my vehicle with a thump."Shit." I say to myself.
Well, I could get out and investigate, or run it over.Get out and investigate or run it over.I've seen horror movies.>Get out and investigate.>Run it over.
>>40599572>Run it over
>>40599572>Get out and investigate.You never knowPlus if it's a monster I'd rather make sure it's dead than have it say, grab to the underside of the car or something
>>40599638how about we run it over, then get out to confirm the kill?
>>40599772Flip a coin
>>40599539That's an AR-15.Comes in varying mods and variants.>>40599539Back up the car.Do not get out but still examine what you ran over.
Fatguy, are you upset because I posted /k/ marerial? I just wanted to help you. Please respond?
>>40600284He's just taking his time to write a long response think about running over or not the ghostyghost
>>40599603>>40599797Yeah, that's probably the best idea. I hit the gas and hear a *THUMP* *THUMP* as the car rises and falls with the assured death of whatever's underneath. I mean, really, getting out would have only led to getting attacked by a horrible monster or worse... forced plot advancement. And that-I hear a terrible mechanical wrenching sound from the back of the vehicle as it lowers significantly. It abruptly feels as though the car's dragging something in it's wake.>>40599638Why didn't I listen!?I stop the car, grab the gun and step out of the vehicle. As I do, the thing makes itself pretty apparent to me. It's in that moment, I wish I'd've grabbed my claymore.Getting up from behind my SUV is a zombie significantly larger than the human I thought I'd run over. It makes me seriously wish I'd grabbed the sword instead. It's in the general shape of a man, only it's got about two sets of broken and exposed ribs, and teeth the size of a shark's. It turns it's head slowly at me, and I'm expecting to say 'S.T.A.R.S.' or some shit."..."It lurches forward, a growling noise coming from deep in it's throat.I shoot the fucking thing repeatedly. [5 shots]The gun rips a sound through the air that echoes down the street and I blast a line up the fucker's torso. That doesn't seem to dismay it in the least, however. Shit.For my next trick, I'll...>Run the fuck a- I mean... tactical retreat. Then I'll come back here and wreck this fucker. Obviously.>Try to grab the sword and wreck this bastard.>Keep shooting and lure it away from the vehicle. IIt can't be that fast, right?>>40600284Sorry, distractions have arisen. They won't last.
>>40600361Sorry, not that lucky. I just had to do some stuff over here.
>>40600371Lure him away from the car, fire at his legs and core to slow him down.Then run back, get the sword and do a Dead Space on that thing: cut it limb from limb.Afterwards check if it regens, if it does grab some gas and teach him what we do with Kebab>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xwfXfSGW2QsREMOVE ZOMBIEYOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED BY THE GREAT SERB OF REMOVAL
>>40600371>Keep shooting and lure it away from the vehicle. It can't be that fast, right?Good thing we ran it over first.
>>40600371>Try to grab the sword and wreck this bastard.
>>40600444>>40600455Hello dub-and-tripanons, welcome backI run around the front of the car and take aim, and as I'm doing so, I find that he's climbing on top of the car with startling alacrity. That's uncomfortable.I'm so tired of this shit. The zombie jumps on me and takes another two shot's for it's effort before it bears down it's weight on me. It tries to bear down on me with a massive hand. I manage to move out of the way enough for it to slam into the concrete. What it pulls back is a misshapen lump of bone and bloodied flesh. The zombie seems to take a moment to dwell on this and as I watch the blood and flesh seem to congeal around a boned protrusion.The zombie returns its attention to me, and pulls it's arm back, ready to impale me. It's about this time, I bludgeon it with the shoulder-rest of the gun. Putting my all into, it wracks the side of the zombie's face, and obviously dislocates it's lower jaw. The zombie looks back at me, so I hit it the fuck again.Fortunately it seems to be enough to shift the majority of it's massive frame off center. I take the opportunity to push him off of me, only to get his fingers/claws digging into the meat of my left side."Fuck!" I exclaim before shoving the gun barrel into the zombie's... second jaw? Whatever.Two more shots send it reeling long enough for me to get into the car.I toss the gun into the passenger seat and grab my claymore, yanking it out of its sheath. Turning back, I see that the zombie has recovered... and then some. Its mangled hand has become a long shard of bone and that arm looks significantly thicker., and it has two jaws now. The creature is actively changing. I'm not sure what to do with that.>Charge it with the claymore. Let's go for the head.>Draw it away from the car, the only thing I can do is try to get away.>Other [Write-in]
>>40600371My opinion is similar to >>40600444, so supporting this.
>>40600841>Charge it with the claymore. Let's go for the head.Yup, dismember and burn before it can regen/adapt, it's the only way.
>>40600841>Draw it away from the car, the only thing I can do is try to get away.And go for the limbs. Hack away. Remember dwarf fortress!
>>40600841>Cut chunks off it with the claymore. Wherever you can. Ultimately dismember it.
>>40600863>>40600444Yeah alright. Let's remove. I reach in as quick as I can to pop the trunk and peel around that way. I get the sinking feeling that it's right at my back by the time I reach the trunk. As it peels around the side, I use the momentum to whip the claymore around at about hip height.Between mine and it's momentum, the blade digs into the hips of the thing and it falls forward, half onto me.It rolls over and reaches it's actual hand for my legs. It grips around an ankle and I hear an unsettling crunch before the pain hits me. With another swring, I remove its arm entirely.I stagger backwards and the zombie tries to get for it's feet. I aim for tailbone since the front part is wrecked already. It lands on the ground, and I lob it's fucking head off. The blade of my claymore crashes against the concrete with a sound that I'm not too happy about. I'll need to sharpen that later.The head rolls around on the ground while the body begins to crackle like a bowl of rice krispies."Fuck you, buddy." I say. I shake my head, and start toward the trunk. My ankle is killing me, so it's more limping than walking. I get out a gas can, and start to pour. Bones begin protruding from the thing and it shakes more violently. I kneel down and click my camp lighter, and the creature goes up in flames. The fire is hot. The zombie doesn't stop moving, however.I get into the car, and drive it to the end of the street to begin watching in the rearview mirror. Just to see if it gets up and follows me.There's an explosion from down the street that makes me happy I moved my car... but there wasn't anything that should've exploded. It's then I realize that the explosion wasn't just a cloud. It's flaming flesh that actually expanded several times from the thing.>Nope. I'm driving out of here.>Get out of the car and resume killing it.>Run it over again.>Other [Write-in]
>>40601096>Nope. I'm driving out of here.>OtherPray to the Almighty Thor
>>40601145Khorne, forgive me for being unable to remove brain-kebab.Not a real post, just a funny comment
>>40601096Jesus Christwe're donejust drive awaymaybe we can come back with a nuke later or something
>>40601211Don't worry, Kebab is much like monsterKebab breed fast and make many soldiersBut proud serb remove it trough indiscriminate use of chemical weapons, just like always
>>40601294I am not a proud serb this day.>>40601145>>40601254Floor it?Floor it.The vehicle accelerates significantly and I get the hell out of there. That was an utter waste of-A sign down the street proclaims "Boston Firearms"...Time? Getting closer, I find that the windows don't look busted out, nor does it look particularly looted. S-should I?>Of course not, the zombie thing is gonna come and get me->But maybe there's something in there that can help me kill the fuck out of it>Other [Write In?]
>>40601369>But maybe there's something in there that can help me kill the fuck out of itAcquire Hi-Ex and Willy Pete, see if they have Dragon Breath ammo.Also just a plan but they store Liquid Nitrogen cannisters in hospitals, you could use those too
>>40601369>Check inside, see if there's anything useful.I doubt there's anything within a New England gun shop that can take it out, but we might be able to snag some ammo and a sidearm.We should see if we can lure the thing inside, and then lock it in. Contain it if you can't destroy it, right?
>>40601096>Nope. I'm driving out of here.This is some dead space ubeemorph shit right here.GTFO.
>>40601369throw everything useful (guns in various sizes, lots of ammo in various sizes, perhaps there are even some melee weapons) into the car, then floor it some more. Keep an eye open for the zombie all the time
>>40601462>anywhere in america not having tons guns and gun accessoriesand now I'm disappointed in you guys
>>40601369>But maybe there's something in there that can help me kill the fuck out of itJust grab something quick.grab some ammo for your AR if you can at the least.>>40601412>Dragon Breath ammoIgnited gasoline didn't work.maybe against normal zombies they could be useful though.
>>40601520I know it won't do shit to the monster, but I really like burning shit and regular zombies becoming charred flesh would be nice.My main idea for the actual monster would be the nitrogen.
>>40601589>I know it won't do shit to the monster, but I really like burning shit and regular zombies becoming charred flesh would be nice.Wouldn't it be netter to save the ammo and use the sword? Well, unless there's an entire hoard on our asses, I mean.>My main idea for the actual monster would be the nitrogen.Nitrogen can't melt postapoc Ubermorphs anon.
>>40601718Isaac froze the Hunter though
>>40601412W-would a gun store even carry high-explosive anything!?>>40601481I've never even played dead space!>>40601462I dunno, the shop's windows are glass.I limp inside regardless, or- I would if the door weren't locked. Oh that's right, I have an AR-15 or some shit. I head back to the car only to hear the chime of a bell behind me. I turn around and see what looks like an overweight white bostonian with a shotgun levelled at me."Ya think yah tha farst bomah trynta drive intah mah shahp?" he says.Oh Gahd, a full accent. I'm gonna get shot again. There's a crashing sound behind me and the Bostonian's eyes get really wide. I point behind me."Do you have anything that can kill that?" I ask."GET IN! NAYH!" he ducks into the shop. I look back and see a half flaming thing that's now about the size of a small house walking on spider legs and barging into the street.Once inside the shop, I see that... it's not touched by the devastation. The man heads around the counter, pausing only to look me up and down."Whatah yah dahin with tha swahd thah?" he asks me."Oh. This? Uh. Zombies." I point over my shoulder. Shouldn't we be hiding? I look back. The creature's starting down this part of the street. I look back to see that his gazed followed mine.He shakes his head. "Nah, don't wahry 'bout it." He starts going through things underneath his cupboard."Uh. Why?" I ask."He ain't smaht enough ta look in heah. Nahw then, yah wanna take cahe of 'im fah me? Ah'll be happy ta letcha ya fahkin' nuttah." I hear the sound of something unlocking."How is your shop not looted?" I ask. He pokes his head up over the counter and gives me a look, before ducking back under. "No seriously, I'm genuinely curious.""Ah betcha ah." he says. He doesn't seem to realize that 'I' and 'are' sound exactly the same with his stupid fucking-He lifts something long, black, and bulky onto the cupboard."...What the fuck is that?" I ask.
>>40601891A dildo, clearly. BDD: Black Dragon Dildo, the most powerful weapon this side of the atlantic
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>40601983Rollan to swipe that overpowered black dragon dildo, bash the Bostonians face into another dimension, and Braveheart charge at the seemingly unkillable demon.
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>40602056>d20>rolls a four>kill bostonian quest giver
>>40602071>>40601891Oh and right, you better accept this quest son. It gives too much XP to deny it
>>40601891"Whattya think it is, ya fuckah?" He grins at me. I'm not sure if he's chewing bubblegum or I'm just imagining it."No really, I don't know what the fuck it is." I say."It's a fahkin' grenade launchah." he gestures down at it like it should be obvious. But now I look down at it. That... is that what a grenade launcher looks like? I just thought for a minute that it might be a retarded big shotgun.I squint my eyes at him. "Is that even legal?""Eh." he wags his hand in a non-committal way."Why would you ask me to shoot the thing with this?" I ask. "Why don't you just do it?"He shakes his head. "Ah don't wanna get killed t'dah. T'marrah, maybe.""Neither do I!" I protest."Thus, the grenade launchah." He smiles again. His teeth are yellow."You just want me to walk out there and shoot at it with a grenade launcher?""You've got a cah, yeh?" His question is rhetorical."I don't see where this is going." I say"Yah shoot it, 'n drive away, yeh?">Let's go with it.>Nothing is right about this. [Roll (Investigation)D6+Mind]>Bash the bostonian's face into another dimension and take the overpowered black dragon dildo.>Other [Write In]
>>40602121>Nothing is right about this. [Roll (Investigation)D6+Mind]Hold on a minute.mention what we tried with it first. Try to make this procedure foolproof as possible.
Rolled 5, 6, 6 + 3 = 20 (3d6 + 3)>>40602121>>Nothing is right about this. [Roll (Investigation)D6+Mind]I don't understand that guy, but I understand dice.
Rolled 3 + 3 (1d6 + 3)>>40602173Forgot dice. Oops.
Rolled 6, 2, 3 + 4 = 15 (3d6 + 4)>>40602121>Nothing is right about this. [Roll (Investigation)D6+Mind]
>>40602121>Let's go with it.Time to do something memorable with your life, big guy. Blow the thing to smithereens, and leave the annoying Bostonian to clean up the mess. Now we have a grenade launcher.
Rolled 6, 3, 5 + 3 = 17 (3d6 + 3)>>40602198For fuck's sake I picked the wrong one from the pre copied dices. Oops.I really don't think I can last much longer, feeling sleepy.
>>40602195>>40602121Jesus Christ anon>>40602121Fatguy, there is something off and it's pretty clear innit?
>>40602173>>40602195"I already cut the thing up and set it on fire." I say. "How do you know this'll work?"He shrugs, "It's a fuckin' grenade launchah. It's gonna blow sahmthin' up. Ahn I gaht high-explosive rahnds if you don' think it'll be enaugh."...There's a lot about this guy that doesn't sit right with me. His teeth are funny and his eyes are dark. He's probably the shadiest fucker I've ever seen. And then there's the -smell-. The entire place reeks like four-week old B.O., now that I think about it. Something's not right here.>Confront him>Take the fahkin' grenade launchah and blow some shit up. Worst case scenario, we can blow him up too.>Nope on out of here.>Other [Write-in]
>Take the fahkin' grenade launchah and blow some shit up. Worst case scenario, we can blow him up too.Drive away from the shop blow the thing up and we get away from the thing and the guy +1 grenade launcher
>>40602301>Confront himYou know, It's REALLY hard to get a grenade launcher with a civilian position. Where did you get this from? Because I don't want it blowing up on our face.
>>40602301Take the fahkin grenade launcher and confront him
>>40602301>Take the grenade launchah and blow some shit up. Worst case scenario, we can blow him up too.I am failing to see how having a grenade launcher on our person harms us in any way.Unless it's cursed with a gender-flip hex. Is it cursed with a gender-flip hex, anons?
Rolled 52 (1d666)>>40602382Satan wouldn't be THAT evil
>>40602428IDK HE MIGHT BE>that roll
Rolled 482 (1d666)>>4060246952 is a cool number ok? No judging
>>40602382>>40602428>>40602469Poke the grenade launcher with a stick, if the stick switches gender you'll know
>>40602506BRILLIANT. I PETITION WE DO THIS IMMEDIATELY. WHO HAS MY STICK.
Rolled 221 (1d666)Lets just spam 1d666 guys
Rolled 644 (1d666)>>40602593But hwy?
>>40602506Incidentally when I say stick I do not mean any sort of bodily organ
Rolled 203 (1d666)>>40602593Rolling for the grenade launchah to polymorph the immortal zombie monster into a qt grill.
Rolled 1, 1, 10 + 10 = 22 (3d10 + 10)>>40602609Rolling to investigate anon's perversions
>>40602382>>40602377>>40602362>>40602337>>40602506>>40602578>>40602609You're all insane.>>40602428you don't know that."Is it cu-" I stop half way through. I'm not gonna ask if it's cursed with a gender-flip hex. "It's not easy to get one of these as a civilian." I say."Well ah haven't always been a civilian." he says."Don't they keep a close fucking watch on what you take out of the military?" I ask."Look, don' wahhry abaht it."I pick up the grenade launcher. He smiles wider, in a sleazy way."Jesus Christ, dude, you know you're a sleazy looking motherfucker?" I ask.He frowns significantly. "Look, just clean up yah mess, ahright?"I think I just met the worst quest-giver in any game ever. I turn towards the door, still limping... but it's not as bad as it was before. I bend down to check my ankle... not much swelling, so that's good. Not just that, but I'm not bleeding. So there's that at least. I stand back up."What'ah ya waitin' on?" he says from behind me....A good one-liner."Nothing. I'll... uh... Yeah." Fuck it. I go out the door. The creature has apparently been looking around, it lurches slowly however. Enough time to get into my car. I left it idling, fortunately... lucky for me the zombie isn't that smart. I roll down a window before driving down the street. It tries to hurdle after me, but it's weighed down and tripped up by it's on form. Me? I drive on the sidewalk. Once I feel I'm pretty far away, I point the stupid grenade launcher in it's general direction out of the window.*THOOM* the sound is peculiarly short. The chamber clicks the next round over. I don't actually get to see an arc like in video games when-A large explosion wracks the 'face' of the creature. A new round of car alarms join the chorus of the ones the zombie already set off.
>>40602725We're so so fu- fucking awesome!
>>40602725>THOOMWe T-800 now!
>>40602725...Yeah, so that was awesome. I hear a shrieking kind of noise from the general direction of the massive cloud of smoke. Just for good measure, I fire off another two.*THOOM* *THOOM*I pull the grenade launcher further into the vehicle and start the car, driving off further. My mirrors shine briefly with the light of the high explosive rounds I leave in my wake. I want to laugh, or something... but I don't have much feeling to it. As I turn the corner, I begin seeing a small horde of the dead sprinting at my car from in front.>Put the car into reverse>Blow as much of this horde away with a shot from the black dragon dildo, a.k.a. zom-b-gone, a.k.a. the grenade launcher.>Drive through them.I'm currently at a T-section, going down the right branch of it. I can go the other direction, and based on the mirrors it looks clear.
>>40602725>You're all insane.We're not the ones with voices dude.Incidentally I would recommend holding fire until we find out whether this actually damages it or whether it provokes further mutation like EVERYTHING ELSE
>>40602922>Drive through them.Full on Monstah Truckhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rb9qx8SSMYEEE HAW, we're faux rednecks now
>Blow as much of this horde away with a shot from the black dragon dildo, a.k.a. zom-b-gone, a.k.a. the grenade launcher.>Drive through them.Both unless you judge a chance of damage to your carcheck self for confused/opposite gender hoiw are your XY's holding up?
>>40602922>Drive through themTry to turn on the radio while doing it , might get an emergency message
>>40602922>>Put the car into reverseHow many is a small horde? Driving through crowds will rob the car of momentum, and then they will overwhelm us. 3 or 4 would be okay
>>40602922>Blow the horde away with the zom-b-gone.Oh glorious dildo, let's re-dead some un-dead.
>>40602998you clearly underestimate the force of a car going at at least 80km/h , that probably weight more than 1000 kg80km/h=22m/sour current kinetic energy is therefore :1000/2*22^2 = 242000 joulesor 242 kilojoules clearly enough brute force to stop worrying about logic
>>40602998Maybe 30.>>40602970>>40602985>>40602997I hear Lynyrd Skynyrd in my head suddenly, and I just feel like I know what I need to do.These zombies have been the bane of my life for a while now."See this, you primitive fuckheads?"I switch the grenade launcher to my left hand and hang it out of the window."This... is my BOOM STICK!" I yell, firing off a round the the crowd and flooring it.We told him to floor it and he did.The absolute madman.The tires screech as the front of the crowd erupts. They're not fully dispersed until the second shot, however. And yeah, voices, you're right- once I hit the first pile they slow down my momentum. But they're scattered enough that it's just rolling over difficult terrain. There's squelching and shrieking below my tires as I roll over part of the horde. I manage to clear the street just in time to watch a burning, limping colossus half-crash half collapse into the building beside me.>FINISH HIM!>Let's keep driving, if he's limping he's not likely to follow us.>Other [Write in]
>>40603123>FINISH HIM!Maybe throw in the car at him and blow the car up too?
>>40603123>FINISH HIM!gotta make sure he'll never follow us, he might crave for revenge , ZOMBIE REVENGE
>>40603123>FINISH HIM!You know what I just realized? We were born for this. We are violence personified. We will cleanse Boston.
Rolled 4 (1d6)>>40603123Rolling a bogging check (for those who don't play FoW on a 1 we get stuck)
>>40603123https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wa-0hOsYTcg just giving you some related soundtrack because we're 12 on a the scale from 1 to 10 of badass
Rolled 4, 2, 2 + 66 = 74 (3d6 + 66)>>40603235Rolling a BOOM check
>>40603201We aren't in Boston
>>40603186>>40603197>>40603201>>40603253I'm not sure about losing the car like this, and all of my stuff- but hey there are plenty of cars down there. I get out of the vehicle, but leave it running. There are some undead coming my way, but they seem to have forgotten I still have my fucking sword."Say hello..." I begin, taking aim at the colossus*THOOM*"TO MY LEEDDLE FRIEND!" A loud explosion drowns out all other sound. I can see the colossus begin to try to stand again*THOOM*Another explosion brings the face of a building to the ground nearby. I pause, thinking. I need another one-liner. Shit. Actually, fuck it*THOOM*The last explosion blossoms, a cloud of gore spraying from the behemoth. And with all of that, it seems to finally take it's bow. Despite it losing it's strength, I seem to be surging with it as the remaining... forteen or so zombies encroach.>>40602985To answer your question, I feel like I have about six extra Y chromosomes. Not... not in the autistic way, but the... nevermind.Adrenaline surges through me as I drop the dragon dildo and draw my claymore.'Who wants some?!' I think loudly. The voice that comes out of my throat isn't my own."BOW AND RECOGNIZE ME, YE DEAD AND KNOW DESOLATION." my voice booms. It resonates through the corridor made by the streets on the edge of the house and rubs my throat raw. But more than that... the undead seem to stop. It looks like they're considering this for a moment.The closest zombie then turns black and bursts into a cloud of black ash. The next does the same, and the rest quickly follow. I feel the adrenaline- fuck, I feel my very blood drain out of me as I watch the street suddenly clear of any movement. I drop my sword in slack-jawed astonishment.What... what the fuck did I just do?>Go back to the gun shop>Go find that motel>Loot... loot elsewhere. Not here.
>>40603389We are quite indeed in Boston Massachusetts, also now known as Post-Apocolyptica
>>40603517FATGUY KING OF THE ZOMBLES
>>40603517>Loot... loot elsewhere. Not here.disregard your own badassness and keep looting, you are alpha now.WHO DA MAN? YOU DA MAN!
>>40603517>>Go back to the gun shopFOOKEN BADASS
>>40603517Gun shop gotta collect your reward
>>40603517Alright, who dumped all our XP into Necromancy without telling us?>Loot elsewhere.
>>40603701No-one. But I'm not saying that you Can't. I'm just saying that no-one's spent any of the experience on making Fa/tg/uy more of a murdermachine.>>40603663>>40603684>>40603686I pick up my sword and get back into the car, dizzily. Seriously, what the fuck was that? My throat's hoarse. More than just that, my leg... my leg doesn't feel that bad. By the way, we took about 6 Body Damage from the creature. I forgot to mention that When I check on my side where it dug it's claws into me, I find that the wound is already covered in a thin layer of... I dunno, maybe skin? Scab? Something. It seems like it's already beginning to knit.The car's still idling... so I just back it up. I find that where the zombies were, there are now piles of bones that fall apart easily, and ash which turns to a slush when it meets the soggy street. They all just collapsed like that. When I drive close to it, I find the... what was it, a necromorph? It's collapsing into itself, what flesh that's there is turning papery and ashlike- curling up against itself.I pull the car out into the front of the gunshop. When I do, I find something unsettling.The windows are busted in and it looks like half of everything has been dragged out of here. I nearly leap out of the car and into the shop. The smell is gone and so is most everything of value. Everything except a small fucking end-table standing amidst everything else having fallen. Hell, part of the shop itself has collapsed in it looks like. On the table is what appears to be an ammo-box. And a piece of paper tented on the box.When I reach the paper and bring it up to the light I see that it reads:"Nice job, kid. Keep me in mind if you're looking for work. You'll see me sooner or later."The box is marked: QTY 900. CART: 5.56MM BALL F1....>Take the ammo and go find your motel>Inspect the shop further [Investigate]>Other? [Write-in]
Rolled 3, 2, 3 + 3 = 11 (3d6 + 3)>Inspect the shop further [Investigate]
>>40603935>Inspect the shop further [Investigate]dice+3d6+3
>>40603935Can we address the stockpiling XP issue now, then? I'm not saying we just got lucky (angry Scots counter the undead I guess?), but if we're going full murderhobo, then I want to do it in style.
Rolled 6, 1, 4 + 3 = 14 (3d6 + 3)>>40604012I gotcha, buddy.
>>40604028Hey man, let's spend our XP first cool?Like, short pause to upgrade our shit.
>>40604028sorry forgot how to roll there, it's late here
>>40604063Yeah sure. How do you wanna spend it?>>40604067It's all good.
>>40603935Load the ammo into the car first, then investigateProposal for spending XP: one stat point (6xp) for mind or spirit, two skill points (2xp each) for whatever, keep 2 xp for later.Also, QM, the xp price list is confusing, could you reorder it so it fits the column before it? E.g. "stat points: 0 (cost 6 XP each)" "skill points: 0 (cost 2 XP each)"...
>>40604096How about a d6 (3xp) perk for dealing with giant/large monsters and a power for 6 xp and the rest 3xp and 2xp into toughness
>>40604133i'm proposing mind 6xpfirearms 2xpand acrobatics 2xpwe're mainly combat focused really which is a double edged sword in a zombie apocalypse might end up overestimating our skills
>>40604133 also, what do item points mean? what are active effects? what are powers?
>>40604096Occult.We should probably figure out what the fuck we're doing.
>>40603935Hero Medical Help Desk here, what can I help you with?Oh you've regenerated a recent wound? Well sir, do you see red jelly around the corners of your vision?
>>40604133Great Suggestion, Thanks!>>40604253This is to do magic shit, and also tells you a bit about what magic shit is going on>>40604204So an active effect is usually a spell or morale thing that is currently affecting Fa/tg/uy. This can give any number of bonuses, some numerical others not. You can have as many as your Spirit.>>40604133>>40604181>>40604201Looks like Mind +1, Firearms and Acrobatics +1 each, and at least 2 xp into toughness, or maybe mix some of that up for a new perk?Thoughts?
>>40604373Go with the last 3 things. Seems all right to me.
>>40604575Concur with anon.
>>40604575same here would love to see fa/tg/uy become doomguy-esque by learning how to shoot and dodging like a pro
>>40604639Agree. Then stack some points into speech, leadership, empathy etc. and become post-apocalyptic Castro.>Presidente Gordohombre.
>>40604002>>40604012>>40604028I take the ammo to the car and dump it in the passenger seat with my... I guess fucking grenade launcher, and the AR. Afterwards I get back in the shop and comb that motherfucker down. There's a back door, looks locked and stuck closed. Before getting to that, I take a look around. There's some scraps, hunting ammo. Since it's not the PRECISE ammo I was apparently given, I don't wanna try it out. What do assault rifles shoot? Did the guy give me the right stuff? I'll have to compare it against whatever's in the clip. It wasn't that heavy, not as heavy as I'd expect a box of ammo to be anyway.Then again, nothing is.I don't find anything really particularly interesting for a while, until I look where the grenade launcher was stashed. The counter is open and apparently has a hidden bottom. Here's a shotgun and what looks like a good bit of money and a bottle. I lift up the bottle and find that it's full of a very dark red liquid. It's about three inches long and three-quarters an inch wide."Is this blood...?" I ask no-one....Fuck it, back to the door. I could kick it down... or... fuck it, I look around. After a few minutes, I find a key on top of a tall shelf. I get close to the door and take the handle in hand before putting the key in.Once I do that, I hear a roar coming from the inside.Fucking. Sigh.>Open the door, get on the floor>Walk the dinosaur right out of here.
>>40604815>Open the door, get on the floorAnd>DRINK THAT BLOOD
>>40604815>Open the door, get on the floorand make em taste the claymore
>>40604815>Open the door, get on the floorTime to dance
>>40604815>MR FATGUY! TEAR THAT DOOR DOWN, and have your fucking rifle with you, fucknut.
>>40604958gotta keep dem stealth tho , plus shooting through a door isn't as effective as opening it before hand, the extra aim make it even better for our ammo economy too
>>40605017You...you don't get the historic reference?And the rifle would just be for 'security' purposes.
>>40604907What? ew no god.>>40604931>>40604951>>40604958>>40605017Relax guys. I got a key.I turn the key in the doorhandle and swing it inwards. There I find the man I'd just been talking with not long ago chained to the far wall. He's obviously a zombie right now, and what's worse is that smell of 4-week old B.O. is back. Great. Awesome. He struggles against the chains, trying to get me.The way the chains are dug into his wrists makes it look like he's been here a while. I ready my claymore, and let him absolutely have it. The first swing is overhead, and digs deep into the shopkeeper's skull. His body goes limp.What the hell happened here? And was this really who I was talking to? Somehow, I doubt that sincerely. In this back room it looks like there's spare inventory. They've got guns and gun accessories. No information pamphlets that match up ammo with guns though. Definitely not with pictures.Plenty of ammo and shit here though.For a moment, I'm not sure if there's anything I should get- but then I realize that the black guy can surely sort it out. I load up what I can until the trunk is stuffed full.Well boys? I've looted, what-I feel the tugging again. Huh. This time it's coming from well out of town to the south east. I don't get much more information than that.>I should follow it>I still have business here.>Other? [Write in]
>>40605251>I should follow itGoddamnit I hate Skin-walkers
>>40605251>I should follow itIT BEGINS
>>40605251>>I should follow itPraise the sun all along the way, faggot.
>>40605251>I should follow itPretty sure that means the group is convening.
>>40605305Jesus Christ>>40605332IT BEGINS>>40605351BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODSKULLS FOR THE- Oh wait. I laugh to myself.>>40605384Actually that makes a lot of sense.I get in the car and start off.I really wish that segues happened in real life. It would cut out all of this driving time. It's been a long while since I've slept, so much that I can't really even remember it. I do all I can not to drift while driving. I briefly consider stabbing myself in the leg in order to stay awake. Hell, when was the last time I ate?I pull the car over on the side of the... dirt. Oh, did you think I was taking the roads? Nope. I go around to the side door and fish out some of the foodstuff that was left to me. I have mostly non-perishables so that means canned. Why do I have canned bread? That's an actual thing outside of Spongebob? Whatever. I grab it and some spam and climb on top of the car. There are huge gouges where the zombie did the same thing earlier. With my tab-openable cans, I get down to chow town. It's terrible, but it's available.Over the course of the next twenty or so minutes, I make six trips for more food. I've gone through five cans of tuna, three of spam, one of canned bread (wasn't that bad), six bags of chips, and maybe half a gallon of water. Feels good, bro.I'm a tiny bit concerned about my excessive eating habits, but hell I commanded zombies into disintegrating, it's the end of the world, and I'm actually feeling good about myself. Me eating more than usual is at the end of a long list of strange shit.After another half hours' arduous drive of avoiding empty cars and walking corpses I find clear sections of road. It takes another thirty minutes to find it. Wompatuck State Park. It's maybe two-three square miles of forest.The tugging pulls me in. I direct the SUV down a trailer-trail.
>>40605590I don't think you need to worry that much about you eating that, you exercised all day long.Cardio, getting beaten up, beating shit up, more cardio, lifting shit, jumping, breaking shit, more cardio.Plus I figure whatever is turning you into this super you will also be making you slightly less chub looking.Like a bearmode or a charmingfat
>>40605590I find them on a dirt plateau. There's sewage and water hookups for a trailer here, but we're well within the park itself. Their cars are circled around, with a gap in it. Unfortunately it's in a hella inconvenient place... but I manage. I'm a half-way decent driver, after all. I find that they've started a campfire in the center of the car circle.I get out of the vehicle and hop over a hood to join the others. Unfortunately I nearly sink the car with my fat ass. It catches the attention of the others. Five pairs of eyes, some in the dark, others illuminated by the fire."...Yo." I say.They all give some mixed variations of "Hello" or "Hey". None of them are particularly unenthusiastic, and there's a kind of static energy in the air. I come take a seat, not even bothered in the least bit that the only two spots near the fire are next to girls."Well, we're all here." the black guy says. "I guess we should do introductions."No-one seems too ready to answer. The black guy sighs, and says "I'm ex-Leu...""No, no names." tiger-lady says, a bit more excited than anyone else.He looks at her with a cocked eyebrow. "What do you suggest?" he asks."Nicknames. Like Zombieland." she grins.He sighs and rolls his eyes. The asian guy perks up, "How about we call you, Loud Girl? Because of the sirens."She seems to shoot him a look. All I can see is the back of her head, then sticks a thumb out at me. "Alright, but we call him Fat Guy."I blink. "What the fuck?" I ask.She looks me up and down. "What? Look at you, you've got a big ass sword- you're from the internet, right?" I'm not sure what to say about that. Or feel about that. I'm a little unsettled, to be honest.
>>40605664Or it won't, but even an ugly fuck like you can look sexy while you cleave the risen dead in half with a fucking sword.
>>40605780"How about me?" The asian guy says. My first idea is to call him exactly that, asian guy. Then I look for something descriptive about him and my eyes settle on his baseball bat."How about baseball?" I ask. He looks disappointed. I'm pretty sure we all are.The male model points at the black guy and says, "He's Gun Guy then.""Then who are you, Pretty Boy?" I ask. This causes the food-bringing lady who's sitting next to me to laugh."Sorry big guy, you're not my type." he smiles. It's weird, having a natural back and forth.Loud Girl speaks up and says "You can be Food Girl." to the woman sitting next to me. I look over to see her shrug."Well." Guns says, "I guess that settles it."
>>40605780>Loud Girl "Nah Loud Bitch" SAY IT! ASSERT DOMINANCE!
>>40605845Ugh, how about Homerun, Cleave, Snipe, Siren, Mirror and (food) Cart
Rolled 79 (1d100)>>40605780>She looks me up and down. "What? Look at you, you've got a big ass sword- you're from the internet, right?" I'm not sure what to say about that. Or feel about that. I'm a little unsettled, to be honest.Rollan 1d100 for imaginary bluff stat to say:"Nah, just coming from your mum's place. It was weird, the second I finished blasting her the ground began to shake. Her cunt didn't FEEL like a summoning circle for the forces of darkness, but now that I'm seeing what else crawled out of it I'm not so sure."
>>40606002Uhh... isn't... isn't bluff to be used when you're trying to convince someone of something? Am I trying to convince her that she's hellspawn and I banged her mom? I am confused.>>40605845>>40605849"How about Loud Bitch, though?" I ask with a smirk.She mirrors it looking back."Neckbear...d" she says. I am again uncomfortable."Settle down, children." Gun Guy says.Children. Hrmph. I'm probably... at least... second... maybe third oldest of this group."Our next objective is to secure this parameter, and determine guard order. I don't know about all of you, but I haven't slept in a while. That said, I volunteer for first shift. I figure we each keep an eye out for an hour, and that way we all at least catch five. Any objections?"I raise my hand."You... don't have to raise your hand, son." he says.I feel even more like a child."I'd like to take a middle shift.""Alright, done." he says.After it's all done, the guard order is:Gun GuyLoud Girl/BitchMeFood GirlPretty BoyBaseballBefore we go to sleep however, I let Gun Guy peruse my wares."Holly shit, eff-gee, what did you do? Rob a gun store?" he looks at me."Uh... Yeah. How did you get your shit?" I ask.He shakes his head. "Air base armory.""Oh." I say.He shrugs.>>40605912Siren would be giving Loud Bitch an actually cool name. But those are some seriously good names. I run them by G- er, Snipe?"Like Wesley Snipes?" he says with narrowed eyes."I, uh... I... no?""I don't give a fuck. The point is... I guess, so we can identify each other? I really don't care one bit. Talk it over with the rest of the group if you think it's important, though." He gives a shrug, and goes back to sorting through ammo.Well, he probably thinks I'm racist. Awesome>Talk to...>Get some sleep>See if anyone has any more goods for us>Other [Write In]
>>40606002Holy fucking shit, lost it>>40605912ooh pretty boy could be Face instead>>40606066>Talk to...Asian guy first maybe?
>>40606066>"Like Wesley Snipes?" he says with narrowed eyes.who the fuck wouldn't want to be wesley snipes
>>40606066>Uhh... isn't... isn't bluff to be used when you're trying to convince someone of something? Am I trying to convince her that she's hellspawn and I banged her mom? I am confused.It was a roll to see if you could bluff yourself into having a spine for once in your life. Guess 79 was too low a number for you.>"How about Loud Bitch, though?" I ask with a smirk.Woooowwwwww. So witty. Next time just go with my bluff roll, dumbass.>See if anyone found anymore lootAnd>You have more guns than you can carry, let Gun Guy take what he wants and see if anyone else needs an upgrade.
>>40606140I don't know! That guy seems too intense....Just like Wesley Snipes.>>40606178Does taking other people's spines count?>>40606093Let's go see baseball/homerun. See how he feels about a new nickname.I head over to speak with him. I find him with a can-opener and a pot, cooking something over the fire. It smells great."Hello." I say. It's a very neutral greeting."Hey." he says. This is the point in the conversation where I am usually lost, however- I do have a topic for conversation."What do you think about the name Homerun?" I ask.He shrugs. "Whatever. I mean, I've never played baseball before. I guess homerun is a little more badass? But at the same time I'm just glad you guys aren't calling me Glenn."I think for a moment."Glenn?""The asian guy on the Walking Dead." he says."Oh." I say."What about you? Are you just gonna gel with Fat Guy? Doesn't that seem a little fucked up?" he asks looking up."Well... I was thinking, I've got this awesome zombie-killing sword. I could be called something like Cleave."He blinks. "Like... Cleavage?"I walk away.I find that I'm not the only one who found extras, I just found the most stuff. There seems to be some semi-useful things, spices for one, soap... oh hey, yeah, soap is useful. I think I have some in the backpack. Is that a torch-cutter and a couple of tanks? Ho-ly-shit. That's 100% gonna turn into a bomb someday. The stuff here is just set out on the ground. There's some shoes. Okay, a lot of shoes. I find a pair of boots in my size. I could grab the torch cutter, but... I'm not sure if I trust myself with that kind of power right now.>Talk to...>Other [Write In]
>>40606360>Talk to...Food girl, also maybe ask in general to people if they saw the whole "giant ass monster/zombie ash turning" thing
>>40606360Don't get cocky, kid. You disintegrated some zombies and killed a necromorph - you aren't the motherfucking Predator.>Talk to Loud Bitch / Eldritch Snatch
>>40606443Sounds good>>40606446I don't know how antagonistic she'll be, but I'm not really afraid of her. And I am *A* predator at the very least. Wait, no, I didn't mean it that way. Let me reiterate, I am a literal predator, not a sexual predator... oh god damn it.I go find Food Girl. She's a bit older than the other lady in the group, one of my contenders for oldest. Then again, baseball could be any age theoretically. He seems young, though."Hello." she says before I get over there."Hi. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"She shakes her head. "It's okay." She's currently sitting on the ground against one of the cars on her bedroll."Alright... have you noticed anything... strange about yourself?" I ask.She cocks an eyebrow. "Like what?""Well... I mean, there's a lot to go there, isn't there?"She laughs a bit. "Are you calling me strange?"I wave my hands in front of myself. "That's not at all what I meant. I mean, for me, I experienced a ton of emotional detachment and all kinds of crazy stuff- and I've been, well, I've been wounded but I'm just fine." I pull down the neck of my shirt to show the bandage from the gunshot wound. "I'm pretty sure that this is almost closed up."What happened?" she asks."I ah... well, I was shot."She looks concerned. "I'm sorry."I shake my head. "It's okay."She nods. "I felt... a lot of emotional detachment. I still haven't really come to terms with all that's happened. Is that what you mean?"I shake my head. "Kind of? But not really. Have you seen any disintegrated zombies?"She blinks a few times in confusion. "I'm afraid not.""Okay. Well that's okay too. Did you see a giant monster in the city by chance?"She shakes her head. "I saw something monstrous, but not in town. What did you see?""A necromorph.""...What's that?" she asks."Uh... basically giant dead mutant.""Oh. I think I saw something like that too. Not giant, but definitely wrong."
>>40606591>"Oh. I think I saw something like that too. Not giant, but definitely wrong."Oh fucksticks, there's more of them?
>>40606591"Like what?" I ask, instantly curious.She shrugs. "It was a monster really. This oozing thing that crawled around. I burned the house it was in down.""Did it crawl out after you?" I ask.She shakes her head. "I stayed to make sure. It was a bonfire."I nod. "That's good."She looks down. "Yeah." She smiles back up. "I overheard that you were suggesting alternate nicknames?""Yeah." I say "How about Cart, rather than food girl?" She shrugs."I thought the first one was kind of innocently cute. But I don't really care what people call me."I nod. "Yeah, I'm starting to get that consensus.""And I don't think cleave is a name that would be made fun of." she chuckles."Oh, you heard that?" I ask.She nods."Yeah, well..." I shrug."Do you have any other questions?" She asks."Not really. If I think of any more, do you mind?"She shakes her head. "I don't know when we'll all be getting actually to sleep, so it should be fine.""Thanks." I say.>Talk to...>Other [Write in]
>>40606725>Other [Write in]Find something to sharpen your sword with
>>40606847Seconding. That thing has to be in terrible condition at the moment.
>>40606725Hey Fatgoy, we should steal some books from a library. Is there any nearby?Maybe something on the occult, maybe something about firearms, or medical stuff
>>40606847I have a whetstone handy.>>40606866Awful. I think I'll work on that when I'm on guard duty.Shit, we were gonna go talk to Loud Girl. I forgot, my bad. Doing that.I fetch that and the oil from my car, slipping it in a pocket and head over into the direction of the police SUV. I nearly stop when I see the tiger next to Loud Girl's bedroll. She seems to be down, ready to try to sleep. She looks over at me when I approach."Hello. Mind if I ask you some questions?"She looks around a bit, then says "Shoot.""Did you see any... giant... scary... half-zombie monsters?" I ask."I saw a lot of zombies, and a house that was pretty much straight out of a Lovecraft story, but no. Did see the explosion from downtown. Stayed out of that.""House?" I ask."Yeah, I mean, I went into the woods- looking for a place to hunker down? There was this house. I went into the house, and... well, the people were very nice, very friendly. Wanted me to stay forever, while they carved symbols into their... person, and y'know. Sacrificed their infant child, and decorated the place with entrails. And stuff like that. You know. Fun dinner party.""Oh. Huh." I say."You know, I would've stuck around but I had to blow the place. Literally? I found some grenades. So are we calling you cleavage now or what?" she grins."Do you have any more of those grenades?" I ask."You know, I only had three?" She laughs to herself."Damn shame, that." I say."What about you? Between you and guns, it looks like you killed the whole army."I look back. "Oh, no, he might have grenades. I was going to make a suppository joke." I give her a smile. She smiles back."Well I'm sure you'll find something else for that butthurt." she rolls over.The tiger looks up at me expectantly.>Sick comeback?>Talk to...>Other [Write in]
>>40606957This is a good idea. Perhaps one I will exploit after sleeping. I do miss the internet.
>>40607081>Pet the tiger
>>40607081>Other [Write in]"What's with the tiger? I mean, I blew up a giant Ubermorph and commanded zombies to vanish, but the Tiger? That's just intriguing me">Give the tiger some canned food or somethingAlso ask her about the name ask if she likes it better than just being a loud bitch
>>40607169I bend down and scratch the tiger's head. It starts to make a loud rumbling purr."Good kitty." I say.Loud Bitch looks back."So what's with the Tiger?" I ask."Oh. Him. Yeah, I found him in my car when I got back from the house. He likes tuna. And for some reason, he does everything I say? So that's pretty... pretty cool." she says."Yeah?" I ask."Yeah. Like, run, or duck, and stuff." she says.I scratch the tiger's head for a while."What do you think of the name Siren?" I ask.She pauses again. "It's... cooler.""Oh. Good to know. So I'm gonna keep calling you Loud Girl.""Okay, Fat Guy. Whatever." she rolls back over.I continue petting the tiger's head. You're a lot cooler than this bitch.>Talk to...>Other [Write in]
>>40607266She wants the fat D.Talk to the pretty boy, figure him out as he's the last piece.We've got a beast master, soldier/ranger, asian guy I got no clue, food girl might be support? pretty boy I'm guessing is a bard/charmer of some kind, and you're BADASS
>>40607266>Catch sleep before your turn to watch the camp comes up. >Enjoy blissful dreams of John, who is probably torn into so many pieces by this point that his entire existence has been basically scrubbed from existence.
>>40607326The tiger or the bitch?And of course I'm badass.>>40607336Those aren't... really good dreams. But you're right.I head to my camping supplies and get my bedroll out. I've gotta get some sleep before I fall over. I mean, I can't just keep trucking like this.No-one comes to talk to me explicitly though. That's fine by me.The night is as loud as the crickets, and I can see the moon fat and red through the treeline, but not a single star.>It's dark all around when I find myself in a cavern. All around me are well dressed men and women, hugging the edges of a cavern.>"Hide us." the whisper, almost a gibbering.>I walk to the mouth of the cavern and see the moon, a bloody red spot in a black sky.>In my ears, I hear a whisper: 'Come and See'.
>>40607454I'm shutting it down here folks. I've got to head out to my parent's house to drop off a cake unfortunately. Also the wife is begging to go out for dinner.I hope everyone enjoyed. So, any theories about what's up with this group yet? Any comments on the game or the style? Today I went much more narrative, but I assure you when it came to rolling business I was keeping up with it. Rolz.org is a bit cumbersome to use, but it suited my purposes. I like the direction Fa/tg/uy is taking. In earlier incarnations, he wasn't nearly so badass and experienced by the time he got with the group proper.Also, I'm terribly sorry about the awfulness of the names. You see, I ran this game once before, but... that's a different story. It's going in a different direction certainly, but we'll have fun.
>>40607326I just realized you said "Talk to Pretty Boy"We'll have to interrogate him later, unfortunately. I've run out of time. I'm really terribly sorry though! I will personally make it up to YOU. Not sure how just yet, but we'll figure something out next week. I've gotta boogie, folks. Thanks for your time.
>>40607640No problem, I like the game so far but I don't really know where it's headed.I figure we have some sort of mystical connection, destined to something, chosen maybe? I enjoy the game style a lot too.Oh and if you ever feel like sharing about that other time you ran this...Good luck with the wife!>>40607704See ya
>>40607640Was fun.Next session on Sunday or before that?(I, for one, don't mind if we just alter the names OOC if people have good ideas for them. We don't need to clear it with the group, and I'm sure the discrepancy will slide if it gets us out of a roll-based conversation on the awesomeness of the nickname "Food Girl")Anyway pic related good job
>>40607640I thoroughly enjoyed myself, opWill eagerly wait for the next thread
>>40607745Find me on Twitter, I don't want to post spoilers on /teeg/>>40607764Sunday, but it's POSSIBLE if I have a brain at work I can run one of these days.Also, LET ME EXPLAIN TO YOU WHY FOOD GIRL IS THE MOST OPTIMAL NICKNAME OF ALL TIME ANY TIME. Here's my six-hundred page thesis.>>40607767Glad to hear it!Thanks all, genuinely. Have a great day/night/ambiguous-time-period.
>>40607843https://twitter.com/FatguyQMHoly shit I forgot my twitter this whole thread. I am a fucking disgrace.
>>40607454Quick Fatguy! Praise the Sun!Think Grossly incadescent thoughts!Focus on the hole bwing burned away by the sun.
Is this archived?