>>40882994

>Hey guys. You're going to notice a handful of new things on the Character Sheet, Willpower and Fatigue probably being one of the first. These are expendable resources that you can use to either improve a physical or mental roll, or no-sell a physical or supernatural effect. They can be regained by rest, acting out Fa/tg/uy's nature and concept, or other means where applicable.
>Next big change is Morale. These are flat bonuses to all effects. Fa/tg/uy is pretty hardy, so it's fairly rare we'll see negative morale, but if it happens keep in mind that it will affect all tests.
>On the matter of rolling... I'm still going to be rolling the dice off of the board for the sake of brevity. If anyone has any suggestions, I'd be happy for the help to be honest. This is my first quest, and I'm still getting the hang of things. One thing will change, however, in that I'll be posting the dice rolls from hereon out.
>You'll notice some skills got changed around/replaced. Acrobatics now takes the place of Dodge, and I got rid of a bunch of unnecessary/superfluous things. In some cases, I've replaced them with alternative mechanics. HP is new, and at the end of each post where Fa/tg/uy's HP is low, I'll try to include a count of where he's at.
>Action Points. Ah, action points. In the tabletop version of the system I'm using, Action Points just allow you treroll something, but for this? Action points are considered an Auto-success on a task you're trying to perform. You get one per scene. Until I think of any other restrictions, this essentially means you auto-succeed at anything Fa/tg/uy would be considered good at aside from one-hitting a boss.
>Multiple Attacks per round: I've decided that for the purpose of the Quest, and all of our sanity, we'll only use one combat roll and apply it to entire groups at once within reason. Fa/tg/uy is all about breaking the horde.
>With any luck, today's thread will have a whole mess of action. It'll get messy.

>>40882994
>Try and find any other survivors or pockets of resistance?

You're lucky I follow you on twitter. You forgot to put quest in the title, so I never woulda known you were running otherwise. You might want to link this in qtg.

>>40883642
SHIT! You're right! I'll do that right away. God damn, I swear I did that.

>>40883666
>>40883666
Ok Satan. Liking the new pastebin, most confused about the competence: 1d10 line at the top tho

>>40882994
>>40883642
This sounds alright.
>>40883774
Maybe it's a sort of fail-safe in case we roll terribly for a task that should be simple?

>>40883774
Thanks for the Compliment. So you can spend a Fatigue/Willpower to boost a roll. The amount is equal to what is rolled on your competence die. In addition, if for some horrible Fa/tg/uy rolls lower than 10, he gets another chance on whatever he was rolling for. He can roll his competence die at no cost, and take the better of the two rolls, the original which was less than 10, or the 1d10.

>>40883867
Exactly, but it has other effects as well.

>>40883642
"We could try to find some survivors, or pockets of resistance." I say.
The group seems to collectively chew on this. There are ups and downs to the proposition, definitely. And it's not as though any of us are exactly... 'normal', by any stretch of the imagination. Would other survivors accept us? Are there more people like us?

"Other survivors might be a drag on our resources." Gun Guy says. "And we have enough for a couple of weeks for us, by my guess. What are we gonna do if we find some tag-alongs who haven't been looting? What if we find sick?"

Pretty Boy speaks up then, "No-one's saying we have to nanny anyone that we find. Not that I'd be opposed if we had to. I'm all for finding some other people. It might be good to have the manpower, especially."

Loud Girl groans "People are gonna get us all killed. No offense, but we're not exactly the nicest looking fuckers, either."

Gun Guy scratches his head. "I don't think it's that bad of an idea. But I think we need more supplies."

>[Write In]

>>40883890
>Supplies first is good. Finding others is more of an ultimate goal, unless anyone thinks this is reversible.

>>40883890
It depends, in the end, on our objective.

With our *jazz hands* powers and abilities, we could probably survive indefinitely as nomads, depending on a bunch of different factors.

Then you could try to build a base or something, which would give us reliable(ish) source of some resources. (This option would probably need more manpower)

What are we trying to do, is the question I'm asking.

>>40884016
Ultimately, that is the question. The goal of the quest is in alignment with Fa/tg/uy's goals. Right now, he wants nothing more than to survive, but as his life is changing he's giving more power to the schizoid hallucinatory imageboard in his mind that acts as his conscious. Living as nomads and smiting down the endless dead is a decent goal, as is securing a base of power and even restarting civilization, even though that seems more valiant. The group is morally ambiguous enough that a decent pitch might even get them thinking about subjugating whoever they can find and reshaping civilization in alignment with their morality.

>>40883890
I'm
>>40884016
I'll back
>>40883989
As a reasonable short-term goal.

>>40883989
>>40884016

I nod in agreement to Gun Guy. "Yeah, we definitely need more supplies. Food, for one." I sure hope nobody thinks I'm fat for saying that. Even though I am fat, that's not the point.

"And medical supplies." Food Girl says.

"So, we raid a hospital, yeah?" Gun Guy asks.

That instantly sends a chill down my spine. "Do you like zombies? 'Cause that's how you get zombies." Jokes aside, I'm pretty serious about at least warning them off of going to a hospital.

"Did you just quote Archer?" Loud Girl asks. I shrug it off.

"Maybe not a full hospital, maybe like a vet's office or something?" Baseball suggests.

"Yeah, I could see that." Pretty Boy adds in. "Something to take care of the crazy cat lady's fleas." he sticks a thumb at Loud Girl. She makes a crude gesture in his direction.

A veterinary hospital? Zombie cats and dogs? Ugh. Might be more manageable though.

>Oppose and offer another alternative for gathering supplies other than !hospitals!
>Agree, we need to get that tiger spayed or neutered anyway.

>>40884067
We should start with supplies first, then set ourselves up as the overlords of the new civilization.

And build a harem

>>40884205
>Agree, we need to get that tiger spayed or neutered anyway.
Little animal zombies sound awful, but I guess they won't be as quick or frustrating as normal tiny animals. Since they're zombies and all.

>>40884205
Maybe we could split up, we have, uh, six(?) people in six vehicles, maybe we should send three to somewhere else?

>>40884263
>splitting the party

>>40884238
I dunno, the last time I saw zombies they were running at me.

For some reason I'm imagining a zombie on a mobility scooter now.

>>40884263
Splitting the party? Maybe. I could avoid a trip to the hospital that way, but what could I be looting in the meanwhile? [Survival: 1,6,1,+4: 12] I mean, I could go after food. I know of a BJ's Food Warehouse not too far. They sell wholesale foodstuff. But what are the chances that that's not been looted?

1 vote for Vet's, 1 vote for [undefined, but defs not vet's]

>>40884329
I'll change my vote from >>40884263
to>>40884238
Better to not split the party.

>>40884348
Alright, writing for that- but I need to use the restroom really quickly.

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>>40884238
>>40884348

Bob Barker would be proud of us.

"Alright, I guess. A vet can't be that bad. By the way, I can confirm that the zombie... uh... thing, doesn't spread if you're bitten." I say. Loud Girl perks up.

"Yeah but did you like it?" she asks. I give her a look of disgust.

"Back on the task at hand," Gun Guy begins. "We'll head to a vet hospital. Anyone know of one nearby?"

[Survival: 1,1,1+4: 7 | Competence: 7: 7] I don't speak up.

Pretty Boy speaks up, "I used to be a door-to-door salesman before I got into automotives. I've been all over the state. The only two nearby that might have anything worthwhile are Crazy Paws and the VCA Weymouth Animal Hospital. They both do emergency care, and are pretty close to the park."

Baseball looks at him strangely. "You used to do door-to-door sales to vets?" he asks.

"I used to do a lot of stuff." he grins.

So that's awesome, we've got someone who may as well be google maps over here.

"Which one's closer?" Gun Guy asks.

Pretty Boy shrugs. "Probably Crazy Paws. Weymouth's more serious though."

Gun Guy nods. "Then we're heading to Weymouth."

With that, it's decided. After that, the group loads gets in their cars, having already loaded up on equipment. It takes less than an hour to be outside of the vet's office, dodging through the stationary traffic which clogs the roadways and some of the ditches of more major streets. Some cars are still idling. It paints a surreal scene against the murky backdrop.

It's quiet all the way there... fortunately, until we get before the actual vet's office and see that there was something waiting there for us.

In a bright red written across the front of the hospital is a message.

"NOTHING LEFT HERE. COME TO MILFORD REGIONAL FOR MEDICAL SUPPLIES."

The building has several broken windows, and a busted down door.

I can see Gun Guy open his door and head back towards me and the others.

[1/2]

>>40882994
Quest in the subject field you tremendous cockgobbler.

>>40884844
I know! I'm sorry

>>40884811
4chan ate my post again- what's going on?

I get out of my car and see that I'm not the only one doing so. When Gun Guy approaches, Loud Girl says (loudly) "What the fuck?"

"I guess it's a trap?" I say.

"A trap is only a trap if you don't know it's a trap." Pretty Boy supplies.

I give him a face. "No, I'm pretty sure it's still a trap then."

"Do you mean it's not a trap if you don't fall for it?" Baseball asks. Pretty Boy shakes his head and Food Girl finally speaks up to stop the stupid:

"Guys." she says.

Gun Guy nods, and says "It's likely bait for a trap, yeah. And I don't like it." he says looking towards the building. "Milford is a pretty big hospital. I can't imagine that this is the only sign like this they're putting up. What we've got to figure out is how this could go down. What could the motive be, and how could someone get the resources to trap groups looking specifically for medical supplies."

"They might think they're injured or sick." Baseball supplies.

"Yeah, or the people who are precautionary." I say.

Gun Guy shrugs. "They might figure that anyone prepping has done so by now." I sigh and nod. I hate the idea of being behind the curve in a fucking apocalypse scenario. No matter how you look at it, we are.

"I think we should just go ask." Pretty Boy says. Immediately, I think there's no merit to it, but hell he's got that big ass rifle. We could scout out the hospital and blow away anybody who looks remotely Mad-Max-esque.

"Fuck no." Loud Girl says. Pretty Boy shrugs.

"It may be ex military." Gun Guy suggests. "Radio seems to be gone for the most part, so this might be the only way they have of communicating." he gives a shrug.

"Don't they have procedures for that?" Food Girl asks.

"I was a grunt, we never drilled for the end of the world." Gun Guy says.

>Go to the Hospital and check it out
>I am sick of hospitals.
>Check out the Vet Office

>>40885232
Try that other place, Crazy Paws. If that's down too then check the hospital.

At least we have experience with hospitals.

>>40885232
>Check out the Vet Office
Who knows? Where here now and it can't take long

>>40885290
Yeah, that seems alright- but what are you talking about? My experience with hospitals has been fucking traumatic!

>>40885523
Sorry, already began writing.

"I say we go by and check Crazy Paws, just for completion's sake. Also, I'm still not sure that this wasn't put here just for us. If we see shit on the other one, I'll feel a little better." I say.

"What do you mean, 'put here just for us?'" Loud Girl asks.

"I mean, what if we're being watched, or something? I mean... what we're talking about has resources. What if it knows about us?" I ask.

Gun Guy looks down with his hands on his hips, thinking.

Pretty boy shakes his head and waves a hand. "Even if they were, they could bring the trap to us. Since they're not we can assume two things. Either we're not being watched, or if we're being watched we're on equal footing."

"I don't feel on equal footing with the zombies, to be honest." Baseball says.

Food Girl pats his back.

"You might be paranoid." Gun Guy says. "But you might be right. Let's check out Crazy Paws. Any objections?"

Pretty Boy shrugs, but no-one objects.

"Lead us there." Gun Guy says to Pretty Boy.

"Yessir, Boss Paul." Pretty Boy heads to his car and we're off again.

It's a mixed feeling of anticipation and dread on the way there. We have to circle around Wampatuck park, but when we actually get there I see the confirmation of why I should be dreading. Almost the same thing is painted on the front. Pretty Boy parks and gets out but it's a moot action. Gun Guy sticks his head out the window, and gestures for us to roll down ours.

"Anyone else object going to the hospital besides me?" he shouts at the group.

"Let's DO this!" Loud Girl yells from her car, living up to her fucking name.

Shit.

>Let's do the thing
>Let's try to talk them out of it.
>[Write In]

>>40885612
>Let's do the thing
Safety in numbers and such, brain-host

>>40885612

>Let's do the thing
fuck those zombies uuuup

>>40885612
DO THE THING

>>40885612
Do the thing!
Impress the females (and pretty boy)

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>>40885680
Get out of here, space aids!

>>40885698
Let the bodies hit the FLOOR!

>>40885718
O-okay anon.

>>40885768
Oh. He's not that pretty. Is he?

"Let's fuck something up." I call out the window and roll it up. I can't help but feel like this is a thing I'm going to regret. Most things I do are, come to think of it. But hell, this time yesterday (It's still so dark...) I destroyed a giant necromorph and drove through a pile of flaming zombies like it was an olympic sport.

And besides...

I've already blown up one hospital.

... I wish I had sunglasses, but instead I put my car in reverse and turn around. The rest of the group accommodates. At least we're doing this together. I've never been in a party so long and had this much cohesion. Which is really depressing, because it's been like a couple of days?

I'd love to say the way there was uneventful. I'd love to. Only it wasn't. Long before we ever got there, on a little stretch of road that was hardly even populated with empty cars, we find in the midst of a small little town a great crevasse maybe 20 feet wide, and hundreds of feet long. It stretches right through the road. Houses, pavement, and even yards appear to be slowly sinking into it. Already I can tell this is gonna be another spot where we get out of the car to talk about it so I open my door.

When I do that, I can hear whipping and howling wind like a small tornado is nearby. Beneath it... I swear, it sounds like screaming.

>Group up and see what's up with this crevasse. We need to talk about a way around anyway.
>Check out some of these houses. They look ripe for the picking.
>[Write In]

>>40885912
>Group up and see what's up with this crevasse. We need to talk about a way around anyway.
Doubt normie houses will have much useful shit, even if they're easy to rob.

>>40885912
>Group up and see what's up with the crevasse

We got what we need for right now anyway

>>40885980
>>40886031

I get out of the vehicle, and head up to the group who's already beginning to congregate at the edge. Pretty Boy goes off likely into one of the houses, while Baseball and Food Girl stick near the cars. Loud and Gun stand at the edge of the crevasse looking in. The wind sounds stronger here. As I approach, Gun begins setting a road flare. He drops it in.

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

With no small horror and revulsion, I see that which I had really not wanted to. Like something out of a video game, we see the flare illuminate a mass assembly of corpses deep within the crevasse in a mixed shape between a man and a spider. A massive skull made of stretched torsos peers up at us with an eyeless grimace. The screams get only that much louder.

Loud Girl manages to get out a strangled "Fuck!" before we get back from the yawning maw of earth. Over the ledge, a "hand"- and my mind strains to use that word, grips for purchase at the edge of the asphalt. Its fingers a made of people. Who are screaming. Upon hitting the asphalt, a spray of blood surges forward from the hand, and a sickening crunching sound can be heard as another joins it- bringing the mass of corpses up over the precipice of the crevasse.

>RUN AWAY.
>I've played this game before. It was shit. Let's show these scrubs how to do it.
>[Write In]

Sorry it took so long for this post. I tried converting the video to webm, but that didn't work out for me.

>>40886452
>RUN AWAY
You don't got no grenade launcher son!

>>40886452
>RUN AWAY.
I was going to ask this after the informational post, but have we lost the ability we used to disintegrate some undead?

>>40886452
>RUN
Need to restock on heavy weaponry
Plus it just has a fuckton of corpses down there it can rebuild itself from.

>>40886558
It was never quite an ability so much as it was an effect.

>>40886507
>>40886558
>>40886571
I'm 100% with you guys right now. I climb into my vehicle and get it started with the UTMOST urgency. God I wish I had my grenade launcher.

Pretty Boy is the last one, but his car peels off as fast as it can go, as soon as the walking fucking graveyard begins crawling down the street after us. We clear that street in record time, only to have the screaming mass following us. It looks like we're finally about to lose it when we have to make a sharp turn.

"Fuuuuuuck." I inform no-one of my displeasure.

Gun Guy's car has stopped, and many of us come past it. I'm not sure what he's doing before he starts up again. He must be having difficulty. It makes him an immediate target for the corpse thing, whose massive neck stretches to the point of bleeding to bite after him. When it clamps its jaws, it's mouth transforms into a bloody warren of shattered bones and meat. A sure death for anyone unlucky enough to be caught.

It keeps biting after him. The moution and sounds are unsettling. I almost didn't catch it. It looks like a back pack got tossed out.

The backpack explodes in a cloud of dust, and apparently shrapnel before several smaller clustered explosions follow after. The face of the creature begins pouring with rivers of blood. It leaks down onto the asphalt, apparently slickening it. It becomes apparently quickly that the creature has difficulty standing. It begins to fall atop cars as ours? Ours clear the scene quickly.

With little recourse left, we find a route away from town. It takes us the better part of an hour to navigate the back roads and actually arrive at the medical center. Once we do, however, it becomes clear that there's something wrong.

The center occupies a corner of two major junctions, and across the street is a smaller ancillary building.

[1/2]

>>40886888
What makes this disturbing is it's apparent untouched appearance. There's no sign that the apocalypse has touched this place. No broken windows, and no other sign of looting. The cars in the parking lot look primarily fine. But the worst part here, is that the cloud layer has begun to break up above. It looks like the sun is shining down on it.

I take an immediate dislike to this place as our cars gather.

...

"Well?" Gun Guy asks. "No-one's shot at us yet."

"We should explore this side-building first, to make sure there's no-one waiting up in a sniper's nest or anything." Pretty Boy insists.

"It's Radiation and Oncology- I don't think there's going to be anything good to loot there." Baseball mentions.

Loud Girl shrugs. "The tiger can stay with the car. Despite its appearance, it's really just a big ol' pussy- but it'll make for a good alarm, I guess. In case you guys wanna go looting."

Food Girl looks up at the side building. "It might be a good place to have a lookout."

Pretty Boy raises his sniper's rifle. "You called?" He asks.

Baseball points out, "What if there's someone in a sniper nest in the hospital itself?"

Pretty Boy looks up. "Then I shoot them."

Gun Guy shakes his head. "If they want to shoot us, they would have already done it.

>Go into the Side Building
>Go into the Hospital

>>40887073
>Go into the Hospital
what could go wrong

>>40887073
>Clear the side building first, then go to the hospital

>>40887133
>>40887135
What could go wrong? We could have a tie vote within 7 seconds.

>>40887073
Go into the hospital!

Had to go to the restroom guys, finishing up.

>>40887191
>>40887135
>>40887133

"I think we should just get it over with and go to the hospital."

Pretty Boy shakes his head. "This could be the trap." he says, gesturing to the side building.

"Yeah, you're right. It could be. But think about what we just saw? Do you think that somebody normal is gonna go through a huge amount of effort to bring us here just to kill us from a window?"

He looks up at the building, thinking.

"I think that they brought us here for something else. But they could be watching us. And I don't like that." Pretty Boy says.

"Fatboy's right." Gun says.

"Fat Guy." Loud Girl Corrects.

"Whatever. He's right. If they are watching us, yeah, there's a chance they have their security in that building. If we go through their security, they might panic and try to take us out anyway." Pretty Boy looks back at him.

Food Girl says, looking around "They got rid of any zombies that might've been here."

It inspires us all to look around, because yeah... in a hospital? There should be zombies.

Gun Guy nods. "That means they're looking to make this place home. That's enough for me. Let's go."

We follow.

When Gun Guy arrives at the entrance... the electric doors slide open to permit him entry.

That sends us all for a loop.

"This place still has electricity?" Baseball asks.

"A lot of hospitals have generators," I say having experience with one. "It just means that there are people here who can keep the generator running."

Onward we progress.

The first stop? Pharmacy. Once we get there, everything's neatly labelled. Narcotics, Antibiotics, Allergen Relief, Blood Pressure Medication. It's all out on tables. The fridge's indicator shows that it's open, instead of locked. We get what we can.

"Anyone need insulin?" Loud Girl asks. None of us do.

The Cafeteria is next, and it's in even better condition than the Pharmacy. There's wrapped sandwiches in the fridges, and what looks like a coffee machine that's still on.

[1/2]

>>40887469
"We're gonna get what we can and cut out." Gun Guy says as he picks up a tuna sandwich.

Food Girl tries the tap, and running water comes out. "Oh wow! Look at this!" she says.

Pretty Boy shakes his head. "It could be temporary. We'll know if it starts running brown in like... thirty seconds. Definitely about thirty seconds."

We watch the tap. And watch. And watch.

"Yeah, fuck it, I'm taking a shower." says Loud.

"You wanna get naked in this place?" Baseball asks.

"Hey, if she wants to get naked, I'll get naked too." Pretty boy insists with a wink. Loud Girl rolls her eyes.

"This isn't the time for play. This is serious. If you really insist on taking a shower, we need to do it in shifts, three each."

"There's gonna be a shower upstairs." Baseball says. "In the patient rooms, I bet."

I nod in agreement. The last hospital I was at had running water too, but that was a few days ago. The facilities have likely shut down by now, so I wouldn't trust it to drink.

"Let's hurry up." Loud Girl says. "I'm making a smell that would make a ton-ton blush." Gross.

We head that way. It's slow progressing, looking in each room for people. There are no locked doors here, it seems. But what's disconcerting is that we don't find anyone. We don't find any fortifications, or anything that makes us believe that there are people here... except for the fact that everything- even the computers are operational. There's no internet though, which comes as no surprise.

Out of the guys I'm allowed to take a shower first. The girls take showers in their own rooms, while the hallway gets watched. I take a minute to look out of the hospital room's window. It's quiet immediately below... but afar, I can see the hellscape. Great twisters, some on fire, trek across the land. There are tall, gaunt silhouettes out in the dusky darkness beyond the opening in the clouds we have. They stretch impossible limbs across the landscape.

It feels familiar.

[2/3]

>>40887593
When I get back, the others are urgent.

"Pretty Boy says he heard something." Gun Guy informs me. "Footsteps. We're going to finish quick and get out of here quicker." I nod.

They disappear into the rooms, and within the span of five minutes they're all back out. The girls and I stand guard in silence, straining our ears for the sound of footfalls.

They're dressed and armed with soaking wet hair as they rejoin us. We make quick work of the second floor and arrive on the ground again. Guns loaded, we progress down to the entrance. Loud Girl spots it first, because she points to something in front of the door.

A small pamphlet.

She picks it up, and gives one of her enlightening "What the fuck?"s to us.

"Let me see?" I ask.

The brochure says "Building the future, one step at a time; Milford Regional Center and You". It's a bullshit little brochure until I get to the back. There are some people leaning over to look at it with me. Written neatly, in pen, is "Thank you for your patronage. Please return soon, so we may discuss your outstanding debt."

"Shit." I say as I feel my heart leap into my throat. We don't spend much more time in the hospital, and we arrive at our respective cars in relatively short order. I hear someone cursing as I turn the key in the ignition... only to find that the car doesn't make a sound. I look up and see Pretty Boy checking the engine of his car, and already I know we're fucked.

Loud Girl is storming out of her car with her tiger in tow now. With a groan I pull myself out of my vehicle. I'm really fucking exhausted, to be honest.

"Well fucker?!" I hear her yell with an interrobang.

"We're here! What now, you cocksucker?"

Gun Guy puts his hand on her shoulder. "Settle down." he says.

She shrugs his hand off and stalks back to her car.

"Fuck." I hear him say as I approach. He turns and looks at me.

"What do you think we should do?"

>Go in the Hospital
>WE'VE GOT LEGS. LET'S WALK.

>>40887859
>Go in the Hospital
Second option hilarious but impractical

>>40887859
>Go into the hospital

Go walking blithely out into the great nasty beyond with no gear? No thanks.

>>40887973
>>40887998

Fuck. As much as I hate to admit it, you guys are right.

"We need to go back in." I say. About then, Pretty Boy reaches us.

"There's nothing wrong with my car. Spark plugs are fine, and my battery tester showed it's fine." Pretty Boy says.

"Yeah." Gun Guy says looking up at the building ahead.

Food Girl and the rest finally come up as we gather before the hospital.

"I'm not looking forward to this shit." Loud Girl attests.

The electric doors come open as we step through the threshold.

"When I find the motherfucker who did this, I'm gonna rip his head off and shit down his throat hole." Loud Girl says.

"That's no way to treat your oh-so-gracious host." a voice comes from behind with a very old fashioned sort of southern accent. When we turn around, we're confronted with a white-haired man in a black suit and cowboy hat. His hands fold in front of himself and draw attention to a shiny silver skull ring he wears. He flashes a pearly smile at us as he finds himself confronted with a great deal of guns.

"Now now, let's be civil. Afterall, we took care of you well here, didn't we?" he asks.

>Shoot him.
>Shoot him some more.
>Be civil and talk ["What the hell are we doing here?"]
>Be civil and talk ["What the fuck are you, fuckface?"]
>Be civil and talk ["Do I know you?"]
>Be civil and talk. [Write In]

>>40888151
>>Be civil and talk ["What the fuck are you, fuckface?"]
topkek

>>40888151
>>Be civil and talk ["What the hell are we doing here?"]
>>Be civil and talk ["Do I know you?"]

>>40888151
>Be civil and talk. [Write In]
Necromancer?
Vampire?
The thing impersonating the gun shop owner?

>>40888255
>>40888256
>>40888270
"What the fuck are we doing here?" I ask, vehement.

"I suppose what you meant to ask is why have I left an open invitation for all comers, right?" he asks.

"Yeah, that." Gun Guy says.

Damn. I thought for a minute he'd invited us. And still that leaves the question of what the fuck he is. Is he the thing that was impersonating the gun shop owner?

He points his finger at me and says, "Yes." just as I get the thought out. Can he read my thoughts?

"To you, and you, yes." he points at me and then Loud Girl. She glares and raises her gun again. There's a clicking sound. She looks at the gun and it discharges into the ground. It earns a jump out of most of us.

The thing in the suit smiles plainly again.

"Now then, the answer is simple. I want to offer salvation. To you, and anybody who seeks it. Simple as that." he spreads his hands.

"You're a fucking demon." Food Girl says with surprising venom.

"Absolutely!" he claps his hands together. "And you owe me for what you've taken."

"You can have it back." Gun Guy says, determined.

He shakes his head. "It's not that easy, son."

"Yes it is. You take it back, and we leave, or you've earned a lot more trouble than I think you're ready to handle." Gun Guy walks forward out of the group.

"Now now, no need for threats. That's not a part of this. What we should be discussing is my terms. And they're really very simple, actually." The Demon says.

There's a pause for a while before no-one says anything.

"We aren't giving you our souls over some sandwiches." Pretty Boy says.

The demon waves his hand in a dismissive gesture and snorts. "I wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole. What I really want is some work done. And I think you and yours fit the bill just fine. Just fine."

"So what do you want us to do?" I ask.

He smiles. "I want you to rescue a mess of christians."

[Part 1/2]

>>40888151
>"If by took care of us well you mean provided running water in exchange for sabotaging our vehicles."

>>40888602
Shit, why didn't I think of saying that?

>>40888600
"You did, clearly." The demon gives me a flat look. "But your vehicles will work just fine. Back onto the Christians, about some eighty or so miles out there's a little church with seventeen..." he pauses and looks up, then sighs. "Sixteen passionate sheep of Christ nestled in a den of wolves. I'd like to have them brought out here. For safety's sake." He takes on a very satirically innocent look.

"So that they can be your slaves?" Baseball says. "Not happening."

He shakes his head, "No, you misunderstand. But maybe you're not that far off. -I- want nothing to do with slaves, I've got all I could possibly want in companionship, no, what I plan on doing is much more entrepreneurial."

"You plan on selling them." Gun Guy says.

"Not all, but let me explain." he holds up a hand.

"I've heard everything I want to hear." Gun Guy spits. "We're not doing it."

Another pause before the demon speaks. "Then you can walk, can't you?"

"You said you were gonna explain." Pretty Boy says.

"Yes, before I was so rudely interrupted. You see, what I'm sitting on right here has the potential to see... hundreds of humans through a good couple dozen years. That's what I want. My brothers, and sisters, and all of that such? They can get a little over-zealous, you see. And they've been cooped up a long time before... pardon the pun, all hell broke loose. They're looking to inflict and take whatever pleasures they can. They're hunters all, hell- even I am, but a good hunter knows how easy it is to hunt a species to extinction. What I have in mind is much more reliable and renewable than that."

"Cattle." Food Girl says. "You want to make them cattle."

"Precisely." he smiles.

"Oh fuck this." Gun Guy says, and walks around him heading to the door.

"When you get out there, take a good look around!" the demon says.

[2/3]

>>40888788
"Because what you'll see out there is what those folk will have to deal with. In here? In my little garden? They'll have a shot, won't they?" Gun Guy slows down.

"Think about it. What I propose is sustainable- and better yet it means that there will be people come the next year or two. For the most part, I'll let them be. What I'll want is to just skim a bit off the top, is all. Take some administrative fee and leave the rest to their own devices."

"You're sick." Gun Guy says.

"But it can work. I can keep this little area safe , and provide for the next generation. Make sure that it isn't the last generation, you see?" He turns back to look at us. I feel sick at the idea of it.

"You ever heard the concept of, 'the lesser evil?'" he asks.

>[Write In]

>>40888904
>"Seems reasonable. We're not turning over any hot chicks though."

>>40888904
What guarantee do we have that as soon as we deliver the humans (that he tricked us into being 'obligated' for) he won't just use his Devil fuckery to have us doing jobs for him forever?

>>40888904
Do the job. To be honest, we could use a place to stay, and him being a demon and all he might actually have information regarding WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING.

It's not like they'll have a huge survival rate alone anyway.

>>40889001
"A devil's only as good as his word. And your kind? I wouldn't fuck over that way. Honest." the demon says.

I get a little aggressively angry at that.

He looks at Pretty Boy, "I feel we can come to an arrangement later on that." He grins.

>>40889007
Hey, we are NOT going to stay here, letting 'debt' build up till he owns us wholesale!

>>40889043
Then take the reins of negotiation and put real restrictions on the deal.

>>40888964
>>40889001
>>40889007
>>40889034
>>40889043
>>40889061


"Of course, I'm willing to let you all talk it over for a while. Just remember, the clock is ticking on those poor church-goers. You folks do this one job for me, that's it. Clean slate, you can come or go as you please, nothing owed nothing needed. After that? Well, I have ways of paying if you're looking for work. So... does anyone wanna hear where this church is?" he asks.

>Do the Job
>Don't do the Job.

>>40889168
>Do the Job

We need to agree that while he's got us in a corner here, any additional "deals with the devil" are a hilariously bad idea.

>>40889168
>Do the Job
He may be a devil who has "make convincing arguments" in his powerset, but damn he makes some convincing arguments.

>>40889168
>Do the job

We need our gear back regardless. Everything else can wait until we're in a position to argue better

>>40889168
>>40889241
>>40889245
>>40889295

"He's right." I say loudly enough for Gun Guy to hear. It feels like a tension breaking somewhere in the back of my mind too. "It's like this all over the world, isn't it?" I ask the demon.

He shakes his head. "Oh no. This is one of the nicer neighborhoods, now."

I look past him at Gun Guy. "We can at least save them."

He looks at his feet. "Yeah. You're right."

"Now then, I've arranged transport for you and your group- and consider your vehicles well and ready for operation. They'll be waiting in the Hope Church, in Lenox, just south of Pittsfield. Oh, and another thing, while we're on the topic of debt and payment- you're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. Free of charge, absolutely any time." he says with a smile.

"Fuck you." Loud Girl says as she walks past. I join her, and the rest as we make our way out. In the parking lot, much to my surprise and to the others' is that there's a city bus pulling into the lot. Behind the wheel is a young woman with a bob cut, dressed in scrubs. She opens the door and climbs down from the stairs and out. She has a fresh smile for all of you.

"I left the keys in the ignition." she says, dipping her head and heading off to the hospital.

"Jesus fucking Christ." Gun Guy says.

"I'll drive the bus." Pretty Boy says heading up.

"We should be using the buddy system." Loud Girl suggests. "Have one shooter and one driver for each vehicle, since we can come back for our own."

Food girl nods.

"Hey, wait up." Baseball says to Pretty Boy as he heads into the bus.

Food Girl sidles up next to Gun Guy as they head to an SUV.

Loud Girl looks at you with a bored expression before looking down at the Tiger. "You can hold a shotgun, right?"

"Oh fuck you." I say.

She grins. "Come on, neckbeard, we're headin' to the chapel." I instinctively feel my neck... I could use a trim, but it's NOT THAT BAD.

[Part 1/2]

>>40889456
The drive was blessedly quiet... I look in the rear-view at the tiger. It's licking its lips.

"When did you last feed him?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Last time I killed somebody." Loud girl is leaning on the passenger door with her head propped up.

"So he's probably hungry." I say.

Loud Girl shakes her head. "SHE would be bothering me if she were hungry. Trust me."

"Why does it matter if the tiger is a she?" I ask, incredulous.

"Shh! It's okay, Tiggette, he didn't mean it. You've still got a chance, even if he IS a special olympian." she says.

... Literally none of that- "Literally none of that was funny. Were you implying that you were trying to hook me up with your tiger?" I ask. She just laughs, without answering. "You're an asshole."

"We all biologically start out as one." she points out.

"So you're unevolved?" I ask.

"Nope, I just like to keep things simple."

I feel deflated just talking to her.

---

When we arrive, it looks like the church is locked down. There are boards in the windows. There's also a house across the parking lot that appears to have the back door swung wide open. The bus turns around in the parking lot and Gun Guy waves for our car to follow him as he parks well behind the bus. I do the same, and we leave our vehicles.

"Why are you guys parked so weird?" Baseball asks.

"In case they open fire." Gun Guy says. That makes sense, now that I think about it.

"So what now?" Loud Girl asks, propping her shotgun against her shoulder.

>Check out the House
>Try to find a back-door into the Church
>Use Diplomacy [Speech]
>Have another one of your companions try to coax them out:

>Pretty Boy: Ex used-car salesman
>Loud Girl: Social retard and ex call center employee
>Gun Guy: Calming baritone, ex military, likely leader
>Food Girl: Gentle voice, good at calming people. Soccer mom?
>Baseball: ...Why don't I know anything about Baseball? Ffs. Not talkative.

>>40889691
>Send Pretty Boy and Food Girl to negotiate.

>>40889691
Send Loud Girl, she's shrill enough to be heard, and if she gets shot, we'll have lost nothing of value this day.

>>40889691
>Have another one of your companions try to coax them out:

>Gun Guy: Calming baritone, ex military, likely leader

Have him pretend he's the leader of some emergency evacuation squad or something.

>>40889843
>>40889847
>>40889850
1 vote for each Pretty Boy, Food Girl, Loud Girl, and Gun Guy. We need a tie-breaker.

Already voted, but Loud girl is out because we want the diplomacy to succeed. Pretty boy and Food Girl have the best people skills on their bios, so I voted for them, but I guess I could get behind gun guy if no one changes.

>>40889965
I'll go for Pretty Boy or Food girl. Let's not go for gun guy, that'd be lying right off the bat, and we're already lying. Sortof

>>40890103
"Pretty Boy? Food Girl? I think you two have the best people skills, and should probably try to talk them out." Pretty Boy nods, but Food Girl looks nervous.

"How should we do that?" she asks. "Just yell?"

Loud Girl shrugs. "It's worked for me in the past." Oh god. she's becoming self-aware.

Food Girl and Pretty Boy crouch around the edge of the bus and do exactly that.

"Hello people of the Church of Hope! We come to deliver you from danger!" Pretty Boy says. Food girl looks at him, and he shrugs.

"It's alright!" she says. "We know you've been through a lot, but we've got food and water, and medicine for your sick. You can trust us." she says, not as clearly as he does- but apparently loud enough.

There's sound at the door and activity behind the windows. I spot a face. I give a wave, and the face disappears. It's not long thereafter that the door opens and a middle-aged woman with a perm comes out.

"Praise the Lord, you've come to answer our prayers." the reverence in her voice is apparent. Exactly sixteen people hurry out of the church, most of them older. They're all armed, to a one. Even the white-haired priest. On the way, they're praising the goodness of God and Christ for delivering them from this evil.

I cannot help but feel that this situation is hopelessly ironic. But not long there after, I can hear howling. It seems like the church-goers weren't the only people that the yelling attracted. Loud Girl jogs over, when I look at her she shakes her head and says: "Get in the car. I can smell them, they'll be here any second."

Smell them?

We load into the SUV just as the bus doors close. The caravan begins to move on its way as a cloud of ash and cinder sparks rises out of the nearby treeline.

"Shit." she says.

>Stay back and hold them off.
>FUCKING DRIVE ARE YOU HIGH?
>Drive a different direction yelling loudly to try to draw whatever they are off.

>>40890336
>Drive with them for now, if the caravan is moving too slow to escape try and draw them off.

>>40890336
>Stay back and hold them off

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>>40890412
I put the car in gear and drive off alongside the bus. I've not seen a bus that big peel off quite that fast. From the back of the thing, I see Pretty Boy look in the window for a moment, before gesturing for me to move my car aside.

"Shit." I say, and jerk the car to the side. Not a second later, their emergency door window explodes as a loud shot rings out.

Followed by another. Gun Guy apparently opens up with his rifle, aiming back. Out from the cinder and ash- (Mind you I haven't fucking SEEN any of these... hell hounds) comes rushing a great dog. It's almost as tall as the fucking bus itself, and it's chasing after the straggler--me.

"God damn it," I hit the acceleration only to be alerted by the vehicle that my passenger side door is ajar.

When I look in the rear-view, I see Loud Girl and her tiger (How did the tiger get past?) getting to their feet in front of this thing.

>She's dead, keep going.
>No-one gets left behind.
>Optional: Drive the fucking SUV into the hell hound.

>>40890672
>No-one gets left behind.

>>40890672
Do we think we can smash it with our claymore En passant in our SUV

>>40890759
Do you like broken arms anon? Because that's how you get a broken arm.
>>40890672
>Optional: Drive the fucking SUV into the hell hound.

>>40890672
>Optional: Drive the fucking SUV into the hell hound.
We're party tank, we can manage.

>>40890740
>>40890759
>>40890780
Do we want to spend any fatigue to increase damage?

>>40890672
Man glad I found this

>Optional: Drive the fucking SUV into the hell hound.

>>40890806
Fuck yea.

>>40890806
Would that option also decrease damage to our arm?


I really don't want our SUV to get totalled.

>>40890806
SPEND IT AAAAALLLL

>>40890740
>>40890759
>>40890780
>>40890794
>>40890863
No word on Fatigue? I'll start writing once that's addressed

>>40890868
It's addressed. I'm spending 2 Fatigue.

>>40890879
Sorry man, but my brain is a democracy

The engine is already whining trying to pick up speed when it zips past Food Girl and smashes head-log into the crouching dog.
[Drive 6 + 4 + 10 + 10 (SUV): 30]
The front of the vehicle vaporizes in nanoseconds. I'm not actually aware of this. What I am aware of, is picking myself up from the asphalt some moments later. Just within my vision are charred claws. I look up to see a hell-hound hovering over me... not exactly looking at me, however. He's looking behind me. I can't help it, but I turn my gaze back. There I see a tiger gripped onto the back of the big dog, while the big dog is trying to toss the woman clinging to his head off. She's got her legs wrapped around her neck like she's looking for child support, and her claws in his eyes and face.

I look back at the hellhound in front of me. He smells like sulphur. It doesn't even register my existence. When I get up, it moves a little closer to watch the fight. I turn around again, and the hellhound is trying to scratch her off with great claws.

>Claymore?
>Claymore.

I fucking rush. [Melee: 5,2,1,3,2,+4+2+5:24] It's official, we hit like an SUV.

The sword opens a searing gash, and cinders assault my senses.

I can hear Loud Girl fighting like a pitbull, howling and shrieking and doing her damnedest to end the thing. Another hack, and another wide flaming gash is opened... as the other one begins to close. I look on in awe as its head bears down, and between her weight and the weight of it's massive head- I'm flung.

I hit the grass... which I find is on fire, after a brief ride [8 damage, 4 after physical defence, 3 after Ogre Resilience] When I sit back up, I see the dog start dissolving into ash.

[Part 1/2]

>>40891087
Loud Girl and her tiger fall to the asphalt, the structure of the hell-hound suddenly gone. I also see that the bus must've stopped some time ago. I start to get up, gripping my sword. The hell-hounds have become more active throughout their ranks since the death of the big one. There's growling and general uneasiness from their numbers.

Loud Girl stands up as well. She looks them over, and then lets out a roaring howl. Unbelievably, the hellhounds begin... fucking yelping! They can hardly wait, clambering over one another, just to get away!

My jaw hangs limp.

As her howl dies down, Loud Girl looks around. She's got blood coming down her whole left side from the waist. I head over.

"That was fucking stupid." she says as I approach.

"Yes. You were." I say.

Her nose wrinkles. "I mean what you did."

"Yes. That was your fault." I say.

She doesn't add anything else to the conversation. I'm feeling a bit more flexible by the time I get her to the bus, that takes her readily- so I head back and start to get supplies from the SUV. A lot have been ejected by airbags. I should've had my seatbelt on. Looking at my forearm, I can see some glass embedded... until it pushes itself out of my skin.

Awesome.

When I get everything loaded on the bus, I overhear a lady talking to her.

"Honey, just how did you do that?" she asks.

Pretty Boy comes over and says, "Obviously they fled after their packleader was killed."

"I've volunteered in a pet hospital for six years. That wouldn't happen." she says back to him.

"Yes, well, these are also demons as well. It might be a different ecology?" Pretty Boy proposes.

She shakes her head. "Listen, do you believe in Lord Jesus Christ as your saviour?" The irony.

"Leave her alone." I say.

She points at me. "Please, what he said- I'm hurting."

The woman nods. "You get some rest sweetheart."

She nods, and leans her head against the window. It looks like she's been wrapped up.

>Talk [Write In?]

>>40891285
I've got to make myself some dinner, so please talk things over for a bit. This will be maybe 10-20 minutes.

>>40891285
We really need to recruit someone, or find some information on ways to combat demons And possibly Angels, like maybe we should start trying to find books on the Occult.

>>40891285
>"So I see you invested skill points in 「Animal Husbandry」"

>>40891285
"So I see you invested skill points in 「Animal Husbandry」" I say with a bit of a smirk.

She kind of huffs a bit, and nods. "Yeah, I guess. I didn't know I could do that." She gives a deep sigh.

I shrug, but nod. "I know how you feel. I did something similar once."

"Yeah?" she asks.

I nod. "Except it was with a bunch of zombies."

She cocks her eyebrow. "So like, Orcus?"

I give her a look. She knows, /tg/. "Yeah, I guess like Orcus. Except I'm not that much of an asshole."

She nods. "You're right. And he's a lot smarter than you are." she pats me on the shoulder. I roll my eyes. What a bitch. I drove an SUV into a hellhound, after all. Shouldn't I get a bit of recognition?

"You know, it's considered nice to thank people who drive cars into imminent thre-" I look over and see that she's sleeping against the window.

I sigh, and nod. Then she snores– like the trumpeting of the leviathan from the fucking deep good christ.

Pretty Boy feels it's time to speak to the masses. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to take a moment to express how truly blessed I feel we are right now. Praise the Lord!" he says with exultation. There's a chorus of 'Praise the Lord!'s afterwards. 'I feel that we should take a few moments in prayer—in retrospect for how far we have come, and what we have lost along the way. Please, join me." He bows his head silently. I'm one of the only people who sees when he peeks an eye up.

We're delivering these people to the devil. The irony hurts so bad. It measures up to be a long bus ride.

[Part 1/2]

>>40891651
"Praise Christ!" the demon lies through his teeth as he personally greets the church-goers as they exit the bus. "I was terrified that my fellows would be unable to reach you all in time." Now he's wearing a tweed suit and trousers with a blue shirt and brown tie. It appears that he has two nurses flanking him. The bob-cut woman from earlier, and a young man with an innocent boyish look about him. They're both in scrubs.

"What a blessed day!" he continues to blaspheme. The churchgoers have some questions, which he reflects holding up his hand. "We'll get to this all later, but for now you need rest. Evie here will see you to your rooms, and Adam here will bring you up some food to eat. Come on, come. You're all safe now. I need to speak with my fellows."

The entire display leaves the seven of us out in the parking lot.

"...Do our fucking guns work?" Food Girl says.

He shakes his head. "I'm afraid not, little lady."

"What about our cars?" Gun asks.

The demon nods. "Yes, there's that. They should work now. I'd like to congratulate you all on a job well done. You're absolutely free to go. No tricks, no cheats. I wouldn't try to play around with your kind of folk. Cross my old tarry heart." he says as he holds up his hands.

"You keep saying 'Our Kind'." Baseball says. "What does it mean?"

The demon furrows his brow. "Now now, I did something for you and you did something for me. We don't owe each other anything- why would you want to change that?" he asks.

Loud girl waves her hand through the air "You expect us to put time and energy into doing more shit for you just so you can let us in on the secret everybody in your club knows?"

"-More than just one secret! And God forbid someone ask you for something in return for something good. You know, it's good to see the entitlement of the American lifestyle alive and well in these troubled times." he puts his hands together.

[I LIEDPart 2/3]

>>40891822
She waves her hand. "Whatever. How about getting patched up? Is that another of your free services?" She starts walking towards the hospital.

He stops her with a hand. "Hold up now, darling. Go ahead and take off your bandages."

"What? Why?" she asks.

"Just do it you little shit." he says in a sweet manner.

She makes a face, but then removes the bandages from her wound.

"Huh. It's fixed." she says.

"You're welcome." he smiles.

"You're not gonna take my first born for that, are you?"

He holds up his hands. "Not a chance. Again, free of charge. Now, the information as to why the world has ended and what precisely you all are? That comes at a slight... teensy... tiny cost. But let's not talk about that now. You're all tired, I know it. Like I said before, and this offer is always open- you can rest in some rooms if you'd like. Help yourselves to the food, anything you want within the walls, even the people." he grins. "Think of it as a token of my appreciation."

Gun Guy looks angry and green.

>Fuck off, we all should be getting out of here.
>Take the devil up on his hospitality and stay the night.
>Ask what he wants for the information.
>Other [Write In]

>>40892007
>>Fuck off, we all should be getting out of here.

>>40892007
>Take the devil up on his hospitality

He said it was on the house, and its the middle of the night anyway.

>>40892061
I definitely don't want to keep dealing with the literal goddamn devil however...

>>40892113
We're all pretty tired. I have no doubt that we can camp it out and take the high road, but this place does have beds.

This is literal textbook demonic temptation.

God damn it. What should I do, you guys? Also, I'm sorry for ever calling you demons. I know better now.

>>40892113
He can say whatever he wants to say but mark my words, he can and will find a loophole to exploit.

>in the night someone asks for info, indebting us.
>someone takes something from outside "these walls", like a flower, or some air.

No amount of small comfort can be better than the danger we would be in there.

I've voted, by the way.

>>40892334
I know, that makes 1 vote for each.

>>40892334
oh wait, you aren't >>40892061
pffft. Is your vote for >Fuck off, we should all be getting out of here. ?

>>40892007
>We should be getting out of here
>>40892334
doubt anything like that would happen, but gun guy doesn't seem ok with this so I'm accommodating him

>>40892334
He already said his hospitality is free. I think we've earned it don't you? And we -need- information, working for that information may be the only way to find out why the Apocalypse happened, and what we can do to survive in it.

>>40892407
yes, I just didn't want my argument to be counted as another vote, which would be samefagging

>>40892434
This is exactly the kind of confusion I was trying to avoid!

And i'm >>40892061

I am >>40892467
and a third voter, so it should be 2 votes for leaving now.

>>40892334
>>40892407
>>40892434
>>40892467
>>40892469

Alright you guys. I think you're right.

"It's good to see you're getting along with yourself over there." the devil says.

"I think we should be going." Loud Girl and Baseball look dejected.

"Excuse me." Pretty boy says. "I'd like to speak with you privately, if you don't mind." to the demon.

"Why of course. I'd be happy to oblige. Will your friends wait?"

He looks back. Gun rolls his eyes, but nods. "Yeah, we'll wait." Gun Guy says.

Pretty Boy nods and smiles. "This won't be a minute, I promise." The demon already starts going into the hospital. I catch up to Pretty Boy and put my hand on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Giving us a failsafe, in case that– God forbid, something happens that makes it so we do have to get back in touch with this devil." he says.

"Are you serious? He's literally the devil. Come on." I say.

"And? That means he's stronger than us, and knows more than us and wants to fuck us over. It won't work if we don't play his game." he says.

"Exactly! But that's what you seem to want to be doing." I say.

Pretty Boy shakes his head. "Trust me, okay? I'm not going to do anything stupid. Just getting a failsafe."

I look him in the eyes. "You wouldn't be getting a failsafe in a one-on-one conversation." I say before I let go of his shoulder. He makes a face and shakes his head before walking into the hospital.

The rest of the gang gets in their cars, but leaves them off.

He's right... it doesn't take him long to get back, but he's got a redder spot on his forehead like he got prodded particularly hard. I just shake my head. Right now, Loud Girl's in the passenger seat, trying to sleep it off it looks like. This is her fucked up police SUV, but it's pretty accommodating and comfortable... even if there's a whistle from the pellet spray. The Tiger's asleep in the back, and me?

Well. I turn the ignition and we drive.

To be continued.

>>40892679
Sorry for an abrupt end folks. It's gotten really late, but we got through another episode to where I had material. Last time I ran through this game, the party stayed with the demon so we're finally diverging. It's kind of exciting! I'm looking forward to what comes next, and I hope you guys are as well.

Any comments/critiques/complaints?

Too short? Too much wait between posts?

>>40892725
I like it. Pastebin is better, stuff is intriguing, only complaint is that when you have multiple post updates, they can be spread out over like 15 minutes. I don't know about anyone else but I'd rather get them all at once.

>>40893184
Alright. I'll try pre-writing and dumping when I have all of it done. I usually rely on 4chanX's character counter, but I'd got a complaint from the wife about it as well.

>>40893232
I complain lots.

>>40893232
thx bay
That's all I can think of so far for complaints. Shame more guys aren't in here, but quests with fa/tg/uy in the title tend to be shitty and satirical, so maybe that keeps people from checking it out.