>>367140
I love you too, text formatting.

...Including that one rather obnoxious king you served before. Only now, do you notice his face. That of a young boy, no doubt nineteen or perhaps even younger. You accidentally killed his father, then after helping him restore the Swedish Empire, you took his life and stole his realm… You sigh at remembering that. He was getting in the way of your ambitions, but nonetheless, you always wondered if you could've just let him go that day, banished him or something like that… God, now you’re sounding like a human.

“Father?” You look up, and see that she’s… Worried about you, apparently.

“Hm?”

“What’s wrong?”

“...Just remembering some old memories. Don't worry Maria.”

You take Maria off your shoulders, and knock on your father’s door. It creaks open.

“Come on in, I didn’t lock it!”

You go in, and see your father and Joan... But
Flames, decides to wake up in your mind.

Hey, Ren! You know what you should do?
Why the hell does everyone keep calling me Ren?
...Because Ren’s shorter to say.”
“I am a dragon! I demand respect, I demand longer names! I demand this from my subjects!
I’m not a subject, you know.
Damn it, you are! You are just a second head with no control! You are literally just a voice I put in that head so my insane plans and lusts and desires sound sane!
That’s not true… Is it?
You're damned right it is! I could take you away at any time! Hell, I’m literally just yelling at myself in my mind!
...Then stop doing it, but here’s my idea…”
“What is it?
We raid a village!

You look around, seeing if anyone noticed your confusion. Maria’s just drinking a glass of mead you’ve just handed to her, and Joan’s busy showing off her rapier and amulet to Granddad.

What villages will you raid?

>...Raid an English village.
>Raid one of your villages. Even though it's kind of a dick move.
>Raid a German village.
>Raid a Spanish village.
>Write-In

>Raid a German village.
or
>Raid a Spanish village
just how strong their armies are,OP?

>>367213
The spanish are quite strong, they've recovered from the civil war a few years ago and nearly entered WW2, so they are rather strong and stable.

>>367169
>Raid something in South America.

They are used to this and distance does not matter in dragon form.

>>367235
Seems good enough.

>>367235
>>367235
Eh, It would take half a day to get there, and another half a day to get back.

>>367249
Family road trip!

>>367257
this desu. Plus lets us scout out the rest of the world for later invasions.

...Damn it, there goes my plotline.

Writing in a little while.

>>367287
Cheers QM!

"Let's raid a village... A south American one, maybe."

Maria chimes in.

"Sure!"

Joan says something.

"...Raid?"

"Yeah, raiding. It's a family tradition."

"...What do we raid for?"

"...Anything you want, really."

"Oh, cool."

You get Joan and Maria on your back, and set off for South America... Now of course, you have a few choices...

>...Raid a village in the Brazilian Empire.
>...Raid a village in Chile.
>...Raid a village in Venezuela
>Raid a village in Communist Cuba.
>Raid a village in Panama.
>Raid a village in Argentina.
>Write-In

>>367287
Look at the bright side, OP. At least the party didn't split up.

>>367322
Somewhere on the brazilian steppe! Maybe they have BUTTER too!

>>367322
Communist Cuba. At least Brazil is an empire.

>>367336
This.

Alright, looks like Communist Cuba.

It takes you nearly half a day to fly there, mostly because of your incredible weight... As you circle around Cuba, you have a few choices.

Actions.

>...Attack a small farming village, you don't really want loot or anything, and you doubt these South American dirt farmers have any.
>Attack a town or something, even a communist regime might have some valuables.
>...Attack a city, like Havana or something.
>...Why not go the full mile and attack the capital? Eat some people, hold Castro hostage, the good stuff.
>Write-In

>Raid a village in Communist Cuba
Let's not get Zika.

>>367377
>...Why not go the full mile and attack the capital? Eat some people, hold Castro hostage, the good stuff.
Let's stick it to the commies.

>>367377
>...Why not go the full mile and attack the capital? Eat some people, hold Castro hostage, the good stuff.

>>367382
aww yiss

>>367378
>>367382
So which one do you want?

>...Attack a city, like Havana or something.

>>367389
Look at what I replied to ya dingus.

>>367396
My bad.

So we are raiding the capital? Will we add another nation to the Empire?

...Why not attack the capital?

You soar down straight towards the capital... When you see strange orange lights coming towards... You? They seem like rather large metal circles, but with fire coming out behind them... What are they?

Actions.

>...Dodge, whatever those things are. (Agility, HARD)
>Meh, mortal weaponry can't hurt you. Take it like a man.
>...Try to eat whatever those thing are.
>Just crash into the ground as fast as possible, maybe then you'll dodge whatever those things are.
>Write-In

>>367413
>Just crash into the ground as fast as possible, maybe then you'll dodge whatever those things are.

>>367413
Eat it!

>>367438
We can eat a battleship with all that ballisitcs on it after all.

>>367413
>...Try to eat whatever those thing are.

Roll me a 1d20. I will only accept the first roll, and this will semi-permanently decide whether you can eat and resist SAM Missiles.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>367451

>>367454
14

Borderline Failure!

You open your jaw to swallow whatever's coming towards you, and a series of explosions begins in your mouth. Rather spicy, you think to yourself.

SAM Missiles can be eaten, but if they hit you regularly, you will take damage.

You crash into the ground, and roar loudly, buildings flatten besides you as your behemoth size easily crushes them. You have a few ideas of how to perform this raid...

Choices.

>...Storm up to the "president" palace. You'll encounter plenty of resistance, however.
>...Tell your girls to loot wherever they feel like, but be careful, and don't get captured or anything like that. (Free Action)
>...Find out where the national butter storage is.
>What's a raid without civilian casualties? Besides, you haven't really eaten to your true scale for a while.
>Write-In

>>367484
>Nom our way to the BUTTER!
And
>Girls, have fun! Just don't be out too late or get caught!

>>367484
>>...Tell your girls to loot wherever they feel like, but be careful, and don't get captured or anything like that. (Free Action)
>>...Find out where the national butter storage is.

>>367484
>>...Tell your girls to loot wherever they feel like, but be careful, and don't get captured or anything like that. (Free Action)
>>...Find out where the national butter storage is.

"Alright, girls, have fun. Don't be out too late or get caught though."

"Aw, don't worry Dad!"

The slide off your back, and run off to do some looting. However, you have some more pressing matters. Such as, where is the butter storage?
You look around, and see four medium-sized silos with a cow's head symbol on it, in what seems to be the docks.
Some tanks shells harmlessly glance off your scales, and infantry bullets do little to impede your progress towards the Docks. You come up to the silo, where Flame decides to speak.

"...Can we boil it this time?"
"You don't like frozen butter?"
"At the very least, could we dip the boiling butter in something? It doesn't exactly taste amazing raw."

Actions.

>HERESY!
>...Why not? Breadstick tanks, or something like that.
>You prefer frozen butter. And you cant dip anything in frozen butter.
>Write-In

>>367533
>You can however, dip frozen butter in molten butter.

>>367533
>>...Why not? Breadstick tanks, or something like that.

>>367533
>...Why not? Breadstick tanks, or something like that.

"Sure, why not?"

Flame nods, and burns the silo until it's glowing red. You easily bite off the top of the silo, and crunch down on it. You reach for a tank, and dip it in boiliing butter... You must say, this is your most ingenious plan yet! You let it bask for a minute, before pulling it out, and eating it. Hm. You must say, the butter, the humans, and the metal mix well together. You continue your dipping while under heavy artillery fire, but none of it actually can injure you, unless you shapeshifted to be smaller or something. After a while, you grow bored of plucking tanks and jets and dipping them, besides the butter storage is growing low.

Actions.

>...Move onto another pasture, like the presidential palace! Maybe you can demand they become a colony or something.
>...You know, your growing tired of these arrogant mortals attempting to kill you with their little tanks and soldiers... Take to the skies, and use your two breaths to clear them out. (Body.)
>Check in on your girls.
>Hm, maybe you should demand women or something. Traditions are there for a reason. (Intimidation, HARD)
>...Why not have a little fun? Your pheromones spread out over a city block in this form... Might want to spread something around.
>Write-In

>>367589
>>Check in on your girls.

>>367594
This.

>>367589
Oh, spread heavy lust pheromones on your way to your daughters.

Waiting five more minutes.

>>367589
>>Check in on your girls.

You try to find your girls, and you find them in a bank, well... Inside a bank. You rip off the roof to a crowd of terrified civilians.

"What are you two up to?"

Maria shrugs.

"Joan wanted to see if we could rob a bank."

"...How's that going?"

Joan answers.
"...We can't get the vault door open."

Actions.

>...Well, sorry but you two are going to have to figure that out by yourselves. I'm teaching you a very important lesson... Independence.
>Let me get that for you... Should be easy, to be honest.
>...Why don't you two try to take power from the humans here? It'll be fun.
>Write-In

>>367650
>>...Well, sorry but you two are going to have to figure that out by yourselves. I'm teaching you a very important lesson... Independence.

"I would like to help, but both of you are going to have to figure that out for yourselves. I'm teaching you both a very important lesson... Independence."

"...Joan had the idea to hijack a tank."

"Oh. Well..."

"Yeah. Don't worry about us Dad, just have fun, alright?"

"Alright, just... Just don't explode, alright?"

"We promise, alright Dad?"

"...Fine. I'll get out of your scales then."

Maria answers.

"Thanks Dad."

Well... Hopefully they don't explode, get shot, or anything like that.

Actions.

>Well, let's try out the pheromones on a civilian populace. It'll be entertaining, that's for sure.
>Go to the Presidential palace.
>...Check in on your girls again, you never know if they might need help or something.
>Demand their surrender or something. (Intimidation, HARD)
>...Fly around, and set shit on fire! (Body)
>...What exactly is that white smoke in the distance, looks like some-sort of electricity plant, but not...
>Just go around, crushing buildings and stuff, It'll be fun.
>...Try to freeze some civilians so you can have more slaves.
>Demand womenfolk! (Intimidation, HARD)
>Write-In

>>367718
>>...What exactly is that white smoke in the distance, looks like some-sort of electricity plant, but not...

>>367718
>>...What exactly is that white smoke in the distance, looks like some-sort of electricity plant, but not...

>>367718
>...What exactly is that white smoke in the distance, looks like some-sort of electricity plant, but not...

You stomp towards what seems to be a power plant. Some men in hardhats flee at your approach, and you see two... Somewhat silo-like towers. Hm...

Actions.

>...Grab one of them and demand to know what this is.
>...Looks like it'd be fun to destroy. Collapse them via crashing into them.
>...What's exactly in the silos, or whatever they are?
>...Burrow beneath it, what's the worst that could happen?
>Write-In

>>367753
>>...Grab one of them and demand to know what this is.

>>367753
>...Grab one of them and demand to know what this is.

You pick up one of the engineers, who looks like a Spaniard, rather then a Cuban.
He speaks something in Spanish, which you don't understand.

Actions.

>...Learn another language. (Lingustics.)
>Crush him, find someone who can speak another language.
>Write-In

>>367767
>>...Learn another language. (Lingustics.)

Roll me a 1d20+3 to learn Spanish.

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>367779

>>367782
One more language to add to the list.

Rolled 19 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>367779

>>367782
17+3=20

Good Success

You quickly learn spanish.

"Mortal, what is this electric plant for?"

"I-It's for nuclear power, sir. It's top secret!"

"...What does this... Nuclear power do?"

"...Castro is using it to power his nuclear bombs and his palace."

"...Castro has nuclear weaponry?"

He nods his head.

"Yes, though I don't know how."

"...Tell me, what exactly does he plan to do with the nuclear arsenal?"

"...I don't know sir, I'm just an engineer. Could you let me go, please? And not from a great height?"

Actions.

>...You could prove useful in my own nuclear project... Now, hold on to my back.
>Well... No. Sorry, but if he has his own nuclear arsenal, I can't leave anyone alive who knows about it, so he can't actually use it.
>Let him go, he served you well.
>...Eat him.
>Write-In

>>367804
>>...You could prove useful in my own nuclear project... Now, hold on to my back.

>>367804
>...Eat him.

>>367804
>>...You could prove useful in my own nuclear project... Now, hold on to my back.

>>367804
>Let him go, he served you well.

It is nice to see people scream usefullinformation rather than "I do not consent"
We should encourage the practice.

"...Well, I won't drop you. Unless you let go, of course. Now, get on my back and hang tight..."

"Wait, wha-"

You put him on your back. He will hopefully serve you well.

Now... What to do with this power plant and it's engineers.

The Engineers.

>...Crush them, eat them, that whole thing. Can't let Cuba get ahead in the missile program.
>...Enslave them, you like the sound of a nuclear program.
>Offer them higher pay and non-communism. That's a much better offer, and you'd rather not enslave smart people who could escape or worse. (Diplomacy)
>...Unleash a pheromone.
>Write-In

And now for the Nuclear Plant.

>...Destroy it, though make sure to run for it afterwards.
>...What happens if you eat enriched uranium?
>Leave it be. You're going to control this island soon enough, might as well leave the infrastructure as intact as possible.
>Write-In

>>367842
>>Offer them higher pay and non-communism. That's a much better offer, and you'd rather not enslave smart people who could escape or worse. (Diplomacy)

>>367842
>>Offer them higher pay and non-communism. That's a much better offer, and you'd rather not enslave smart people who could escape or worse. (Diplomacy)
>>...What happens if you eat enriched uranium?
This is a bad idea, but I love it.

>>367842
>Offer them higher pay and non-communism. That's a much better offer, and you'd rather not enslave smart people who could escape or worse. (Diplomacy)
>Leave it be. You're going to control this island soon enough, might as well leave the infrastructure as intact as possible.

>>367842
>Offer them higher pay and non-communism. That's a much better offer, and you'd rather not enslave smart people who could escape or worse. (Diplomacy)
>Leave it be. You're going to control this island soon enough, might as well leave the infrastructure as intact as possible.

>>367842
>Offer them higher pay and non-communism. That's a much better offer, and you'd rather not enslave smart people who could escape or worse. (Diplomacy)
>...What happens if you eat enriched uranium?

Waiting ten minutes.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Whelp, roll me a 1d20+8, while I roll for what you do to the plant.

Rolled 13 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>367894

>>367842
Eat Uranium

>>367894
Shit, I keep forgetting to put what you do.

1=Leave it be.
2=Eat the Uranium.

>>367900
13+8=21

Success!

"Alright, listen up. You can choose to work for me, or you can just waste away on Cuba. I offer higher wages, and much better living and working conditions."

Some of the workers nod at this, but one man yells something towards you.

"What about our families? We don't want to leave them here if we dessert, they'll be killed!"

Hm... Shit.

Actions.

>...You'll personally fly them back with the engineers. Where are they?
>...Eat this man for his insolence!
>...Well, sorry but your families cannot be brought along.
>I offer you a greater deal then... The chance to become more powerful... Find a new family then. (Diplomacy, HARD. Basically, you're offering to mutate them if they work for you.)
>Write-In

>>367918
>...You'll personally fly them back with the engineers. Where are they?
>dessert

>>367918
>...You'll personally fly them back with the engineers. Where are they?

We are the size of a luxury liner, there is no trouble in grabing ffew more.

>>367923
I know.
I triggered myself with that, and I don't want to live anymore.

>>367918
>>...You'll personally fly them back with the engineers. Where are they?

"Well, I can most definitely hold a few more. where are they?"

"...They are held up by the Presidental Palace, and are meant to keep us from leaving... Or else."

"Very well, I will free your families and take them along... But first... Get me some enriched uranium."

The engineers murmur among themselves, and one man takes out a notepad. They go inside to get you your uranium, and you pass the time by destroying some tanks by flipping them, and crushing some soldiers. You come back to the engineers gathered around a black case, with the one engineer still writing something.

"Move, I need it."

"What are you doing?!"

You grab it, and swallow it.

Roll me a 1d20 for what happens.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>367957

>>367961
Here's hoping for more size

>>367961
19.

Goddamn it. Select a mutation you guys want to upgrade, or you can choose for an Extremely Unstable Mutation.

>Upgraded Pheromones.
>Heavy Scales.
>Extreme Ice Aura.
>Genius.
>Expanded Mouth.
>Increased Wingspan.
>...Large, but keep in mind, you'll have to invest in this about 5 times to actually get any effect out of upgrading it.
>Double-Headed.
>Double-Eyed.
>Cannot Feel Pain.
>Acid Spit.
>Waterbreathing.
>Extremely Unstable Mutation.

>>367985
>>Heavy Scales.

>>367985
large

>>367985
>>Double-Headed.

>>368000
We would have to waste a ton of mutations to get anything out of large.

>>368004
I know, but I still want to see what the large ending involves.

>>367985
>Heavy Scales.

Stop with the heavy altirely you guys, it tickles.

>>367985
>>Double-Headed.

>>367985
heavy scales

>>367985
>Waterbreathing.

The utility can't be denied.

>>367985
>Genius.

Heavy Scales wins, now choose three categories to select from.

>Ultra-Heavy, your scales now effectively weigh as much as steel, which will further slow you down. (-2 Agility), along with making you heavier, but only extremely heavy anti-tank weaponry can penetrate your scales. Artillery and lighter shells will glance off or just do no damage.
>Plate Scales, your scales form a sort of plate armour around your body. Penetration shells will get through easier, but you look much more intimidating, and get +1 to Armour in Half-Dragon Form and Dragon Form.
>Light Scales, your scales become lighter and easier to damage, but you can fly much faster without the bulkiness that heavier scales grant you. (+2 to Agility, -1 Armor)

>>368048
>>Ultra-Heavy, your scales now effectively weigh as much as steel, which will further slow you down. (-2 Agility), along with making you heavier, but only extremely heavy anti-tank weaponry can penetrate your scales. Artillery and lighter shells will glance off or just do no damage.

>>368048
>Ultra-Heavy, your scales now effectively weigh as much as steel, which will further slow you down. (-2 Agility), along with making you heavier, but only extremely heavy anti-tank weaponry can penetrate your scales. Artillery and lighter shells will glance off or just do no damage.

>>368048
>>Ultra-Heavy, your scales now effectively weigh as much as steel, which will further slow you down. (-2 Agility), along with making you heavier, but only extremely heavy anti-tank weaponry can penetrate your scales. Artillery and lighter shells will glance off or just do no damage.
Does this weigh us down when no half-dragon or dragon?

>>368056
>>368056
It will slightly in Dragonblood form.

>>368048
Ultra heavy

Ultra Heavy it is.

You feel an intense pain coming from your stomach, as you swallow and you nearly throw up... Instead however, your scales have become heavier... Much heavier. You leave footprints in the ground as you walk, with ease. You even hear a faint stomping noise as you move. You note that the Uranium was rather amazing in taste... But you do feel sick now.

Actions.

>...Head to the Presidential Palace, you have two things you want to do. First off, hold Castro hostage. Second off, free their families.
>...Check to see if your daughters are fine.
>Tell Flames to set some buildings on fire as you go along. (Free)
>God, you don't feel well. Rest a little while, you don't want to throw up or something since you just ate that uranium. Maybe you can rest underwater for a little while, or burrow underground.
>...Well, you are a heavily armoured monster, might as well have some fun and stomp throughout the city.
>...Take care of the nuclear missiles. You don't want a Hellgate opening up in Sweden or something.
>Spread a pheromone as you travel through the city. (Free Action.)
>Write-In

>>368104
>>...Take care of the nuclear missiles. You don't want a Hellgate opening up in Sweden or something.
Fuck that noise. Fuck this noise above all others.

>>368110
>Spread a pheromone as you travel through the city. (Free Action.)
As an addition, Fear pheromone.

>>368104
>...Take care of the nuclear missiles. You don't want a Hellgate opening up in Sweden or something.

Also this
>>368114

You start marching through the city, towards where you'd assume the nuclear missiles are, while spreading a fear pheromone. Most of the military breaks off their attack, which is rather good since they got the idea to start using armor-piercing shells, and the streets are deserted. You climb to the top of a hill, which lacks any notable features... But then again, if you were a evil dictator (Which you aren't, of course.) this is where you'd put your nuclear missiles.

Actions.

>...Tunnel downwards to find them.
>Start eating your way down there. You might as well, since it's probably reinforced with steel which you cannot burrow through. Of course, accidentally triggering the nuclear missiles may fuck you over.
>...See if you can find an entrance somewhere. (Intelligence.)
>Write-In

>>368132
>...See if you can find an entrance somewhere. (Intelligence.)
Humans can't burrow, so they'll need entrances and exits.

Roll me a 1d20+6 to find the entrance.

Rolled 15 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368157
Humans do love their automobiles..

Rolled 6 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368157

Rolled 14 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368157

15+6=21

Good Success!

You carefully look over the city, most of it's slums and poor housing. Hell, if you got close to it, it would probably collapse. As you continue observing the city, you see in the horizon what seems to be reinforcements for the army. As if they could defeat you.
You carefully look at the layout of the city streets, and you find that directly across from the hill, is a rather small shack with a large garage... If you want to go into it, you'd have to shift to a smaller form.

Actions.

>Sure, let's do this.
>Shift down, but try to gas them out with a pheromone. (Intelligence.)
>...Tell Flames to stick his head into the shack, and breathe fire down the entrance to the nuclear silo. (Body)
>...Put your head into the shack and breathe ice down the entrance to the nuclear silo. (Body)
>Tunnel down through the hill anyways!
>Write-In

>>368186
>>...Put your head into the shack and breathe ice down the entrance to the nuclear silo. (Body)

>>368186
>>Shift down, but try to gas them out with a pheromone. (Intelligence.)
Play no fuck-fuck games with nuclear bombs.

>>368186
>>Shift down, but try to gas them out with a pheromone. (Intelligence.)
>>368186

>>368186
>...Put your head into the shack and breathe ice down the entrance to the nuclear silo. (Body)

Waiting five more minutes.

>>368186
>>Shift down, but try to gas them out with a pheromone. (Intelligence.)

Roll me a 1d20+6, also what pheromone will you use?

>Lust
>Loyalty
>Fear
>Drowsiness
>Pleasure

Also, for someone who just got here, where are we and why do they have nukes?

>>368230
>Drowsiness

Rolled 14 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368230
Drowsiness

Rolled 4 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368230
>Drowsiness
That way we can take prisoners.

Rolled 19 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368230
>Lust

Rolled 13 + 6 (1d20 + 6)

>>368230
>Lust

Drowsiness wins.

19+6=25

Overwhelming Success!

You send some sleep pheromones down there, and wait a few minutes. Eventually, you shift down into your half-dragon form, and find a large tunnel and... Come across a steel blast door. If you were in your dragon form, this would pose no problem. But even then, it towers over you. You also note two sleeping guards, and what seems to be... Assault rifles? It seems at this rate, the Autokarbiner might be outdated.

Actions.

>...Attempt to lift it up. Nothing stands in your way! (Body, HARD)
>Fuck it, try to freeze it with your breath, and then punch through it. (2 Body Checks.)
>...Try to eat your way through the metal blast door? (Body, HARD, +2 from Mouth.)
>...Burrow under it! Hah!
>Write-In

>>368260
>Fuck it, try to freeze it with your breath, and then punch through it. (2 Body Checks.)

>>368260
>Fuck it, try to freeze it with your breath, and then punch through it. (2 Body Checks.)

>>368260
>>...Burrow under it! Hah!

>>368260
>Fuck it, try to freeze it with your breath, and then punch through it. (2 Body Checks.)

>>368260
>>Fuck it, try to freeze it with your breath, and then punch through it. (2 Body Checks.)
Easy peasy.

Whelp, roll me a 2d20+15 for PUNCHING.

Rolled 13, 17 + 15 = 45 (2d20 + 15)

>>368260
>also take a rifle

Rolled 20, 11 + 15 = 46 (2d20 + 15)

>>368278

Rolled 14 + 15 (1d20 + 15)

>>368278

Rolled 11, 19 + 15 = 45 (2d20 + 15)

>>368278

>>368287
Guess the breath does all the work for us this time.

>>368287
>>368296
I fucking love these dice.

Wow.
>>368287
20+15=35
Critical Overwhelming Success!
17+15=32
Overwhelming Success!

You freeze the door into a literal block of solid ice. You poke it, and it cracks slowly... And shatters. On the other side, is a long white tile corridor, which is... It's just snow. The glass in the room has been frosted over, and it seems the guards have been put to sleep, also covered in a soft blanket of snow. What seems to be a check in office is there, and you read a sign in Spanish...

"...Genetic Testing?"

Actions.

>...Explore this facility, starting with the Genetic Testing room.
>...Make sure these guys won't die of hypothermia or something. You are after all, a nice, fascist dragon.
>No, you can sight see once you take care of the nuclear bombs.
>Write-In

>>368306
>No, you can sight see once you take care of the nuclear bombs.

>>368306
>...Explore this facility, starting with the Genetic Testing room.
>...Make sure these guys won't die of hypothermia or something. You are after all, a nice, fascist dragon.

>>368306
>...Make sure these guys won't die of hypothermia or something. You are after all, a nice, fascist dragon.
>...Explore this facility, starting with the Genetic Testing room.

>>368306
>...Explore this facility, starting with the Genetic Testing room.

>>368306
>...Make sure these guys won't die of hypothermia or something. You are after all, a nice, fascist dragon.
>>...Explore this facility, starting with the Genetic Testing room.

>>368306
>>368306

You check the air, and realize it's fucking freezing, nearly Antarctica temperature but for you it's actually rather pleasant. Could have to do with the fact you can breathe ice and have white scales.

You haul the guards outside, where it's more warm, and go deeper into the facility. The snow-tiles don't let up, and you notice icicles forming on the ceiling, while you travel through the hallways... Then, you come to a glass sliding door, that has been welded shut. You easily kick it down, and enter the Genetic Testing room, and you hear a yell from behind you. It seems you didn't send ALL of them to sleep. You turn around, and see a scientist, with a rather good looking mustache, combined with a stubble beard, and rather muscular... For a scientist, who's armed with a pistol. He says something in English.

"Varmint! Don't come to close now, ya' hear? Or I'll blast you with old Kentucky!"

"...What the hell are you doing, yankee?"

"I'm standin' my ground! 'Merica!"

Actions.

>...No, what the hell are you doing here?
>...Put the gun down. It won't do shit against me. (Diplomacy)
>...Release a pheromone.
>...What the hell are you researching in here?
>Who are you? A cowboy scientist? Now I've seen it all.
>Write-In

>>368306
Let's hit up genetics. Maybe then we won't fuck up the serum.

>>368343
>...No, what the hell are you doing here?

>>368343
>...Release a pheromone.
>...What the hell are you researching in here?

>>368343
>...Put the gun down. It won't do shit against me. (Diplomacy)
"I think you're in the wrong country then. Are you a spy? I hear they're quite sneaky."

>>368343
>...Release a pheromone.
>...What the hell are you researching in here?

>>368343
>>...Put the gun down. It won't do shit against me. (Diplomacy)
>...What the hell are you researching in here?

In other news, thread 17 is now archived.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=QuestingQM

>>368369
Used the wrong tag, here's the more complete list of EDQ.
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=European

Waiting five more minutes.

>Put the gun down. it wont do shit against me.

"...What the hell are you doing in here?"

"I'm a scientist for the good-old USA! Or, I was until I was kidnapped by these godless pinkos!"

"Well then... What the hell are you researching?"

He looks at you confused.

"Can ya' read? It said on the sign, genetical testing!"

"I'd be surprised if you could read..."
You whisper under your breath

"Well, I guess you probably did then, since you didn't come in asking me about what the fuck I am doing. Actually, come to think of it, I don't even know who the hell you are."

"...How long have you been down here?"

"A few years, I think."

"Well, that would explain it. Now, what specifically are you researching?"

"Well, I am researching the perfect soldier! A supersoldier!"

"...What?"

"A good-old GI Joe! An American Hero!"

"But your working for the communists."

"Forced to work for. I was about to get the fuck out of dodge here..."

He slings his pistol over his shoulder, and pokes his pistol in your gut. You can smell the whiskey on his breath.

"...So, who might you be anyways, ya' fuckin' scaly lizardman? What the fuck is with the tail anyways? You better not be a damned communist, because I swear to God, that if God created goddamned lizard people, I will personally find a big enough explosive to take care of the problem of goddamned communist lizard people, and I swear if you're a goddamned liberal hippie..."

Actions

>...I am the Emperor of Sweden, and how dare you talk to me like that, you uncultured Swedish fuck!
>...I'm a dragon, couldn't you tell?
>...It's a long story.
>Write-In

>>368414
>>...I am the Emperor of Sweden.
We don't really need this guy, just his research, if that.

>>368414
>...It's a long story.

>>368432
We need him do do even more research.
>...I'm a dragon, couldn't you tell?

>>368414
>Write-In
>I'm no meare lizard, I'm a dragon, I'm the Emperor of Sweden and I have likely crushed more communists than you've likely seen in a lifetime. Now I DEMAND that you show me some respect or you're dinner.

>>368441
Gah, typo. It should be mere in "no mere dragon". I can't believe I messed up like that.

>>368441
This. And roll for animal taming to have an eagle land on your shoulder or some shit.

Roll me a 1d20+10 to intimidate this guy.

Rolled 14 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>368462

Rolled 12 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>368462

Rolled 9 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>368462
When we first started this quest, did you think we'd break it so much with our size QM? Anything body related is just a walk in the park at this point.

>>368477
you know what we should do? we should get EVEN HUGER GAINS by lifting shit

>>368468
14+10=24
vs
10+2=12

Overwhelming Success!

>>368477
...No. Not at all.

You grab his hand, and nearly crush it. You easily lift him off the ground, and growl out the following sentence, while you stare into his eyes.
"I am no meager lizard, I am a dragon, I am the Emperor of Sweden, and I have crushed more communists then you have seen in a lifetime, now I want... No, I DEMAND! That you show me some respect, or you will be my goddamned snack."

He goes pale.

"Y-yes sir."

You drop him, and his pistol goes clattering towards the ground.

"Good. Now show me your research."

"A-Alright."

"Good, mortal. Use that tone when speaking to your betters and it'll get you far."

Color gradually returns to his face, and he shows you a small cell.

"...T-This is where I preformed my experiments, Goddamn it, I need a whiskey..."

He walks off, and you look into the room.

"Where is the experiment?"

"...What? Isn't it there?"

"No, it's not."

"Son of a goddamned bitch!"

He rushes up to you, chugging down his whiskey.

"We gotta get him back. He's too goddamned important! He is my life's work!"

"What is he, anyways?"

"...The perfect patriot, sir."

Actions.

>...Very well then, after him!
>...Good luck scientist, I'm off to disarm some nuclear devices.
>...Sure, but uh... Sorry about scaring the life out of you earlier.
>Write-In

>>368511
No. We're plenty big enough. I'm surprised QM even put Large in our upgrade list, even with the whole "you need 5 upgrades to upgrade once" thing.

>>368514
>...Very well then, after him!

>>368514
>>...Very well then, after him!

>...Very well then, after him!

"Very well, let's get on with it."

You turn around, and see you've actually left slight footprints in the floor tiles, Jesus, you must weight like a tank or something, even in Half-Dragon form.

You stomp down the corridor, the scientist having his hand on his pistol, carefully checking around the rooms. As you enter a rather large room, you hear a silenced gunshot, and the light from above you flickers, and goes off. The only light left in the room is the blue glow of... Somesort of chemical tank. Your darkvision turns on naturally, and you see a very muscular man, with an awful lot of brown hair and you note that his eyes are slightly red.

Actions.

>Chase after him! (Agility, VERY HARD)
>...Doctor, what did you base your experiments on?
>...What the hell is it doing?
>Write-In

>>368554
>>...Doctor, what did you base your experiments on?

>>368554
>...Doctor, what did you base your experiments on?

Cat people?

>>368554
>...Doctor, what did you base your experiments on?

>>368554
>>...Doctor, what did you base your experiments on?

It flees around a corner, and you don't know what the fuck it was trying to do.

"So doctor... What the hell did you base your experiments on?"

"...Listen, you know about the Multi-dimensional phenomenon? If you don't, this shit is top secret, but I might as well, right?"
He laughs nervously.

Actions.

>...Yes?
>...Are those the strange portals all around?
>No?

>>368572
>...Yes?

>>368572
>>...Yes?
>>...Are those the strange portals all around?

"...Yes? Is that all those strange portals around?"

He nods his head.
"Yes. Now, currently the United States of America only knows of three we can enter..."

You put your claw on your chin.
"Enthralling... Tell me more."

"The first of these dimensions, is one similar to ours, but takes place far into the future... In a year known as 2016. It's strange as hell, and truly a culture shock. There is no magic, and no far-flung technological magic or any bullshit like that."

"...Continue."

"The second one, is a dimension completely different from ours. Think a fantasy world. High magic, but fuck-all in tech."

"...And the third?"

"In the past, during the Third Reich apparently... But, without magic like our dimension, but dear God... The technology more then makes up for it..."

"...And what did you base your creation off of?"

"Alright, listen... In one of these dimensions, the Nazi one, we found a strange project once we infiltrated the government... Supposed to make the "ultimate Aryan" alright?"

"Alright..."

"Well, that shit led to a goldmine of genetic experimentation technology, such as spider-men, somesort of lizard-like people, and... Well, werewolves and shit."

"...So are you saying, that is in fact, not our dimension?"

"Hell no, but it has a timeline similar to ours."

"...How fast does time move in that dimension?"

"Fast, I guess. Faster then ours at the least."

"...So what exactly is your experimentation supposed to be?"

"Similar to a prototype of the Wehrwolf Division, and... Well, taught to be the utmost patriot of the USA."
Interesting indeed.

Actions.

>...So is it hostile towards us?
>...Project Wehrwolf?
>...Wait, if you based it off lyanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?
>Write-In

>>368618
>>...Wait, if you based it off lyanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?

>>368618
>>...Wait, if you based it off lyanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?
We should recruit Stojan.

>>368618
>...Wait, if you based it off lyanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?
These references being done

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>>368618
>...Wait, if you based it off lyanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?

There goes the 4th wall

>>368618
>>...Wait, if you based it off lycanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?
Someone didn't refine their formulas.

"Wait, if you based it off Lycanthropy... Does that mean it can fucking spread?"

He freezes up.
"...I hope not. Then we're screwed."

You hear a yell from the other room.

"...Fuck, I guess not."

"...Is he hostile towards us?"

"No, unless you pose danger towards him, are a communist, or are threatening people or something."

"...That's good, I guess... Why did he shoot out the light?"

"He's a goddamned commando, and probably is trying to draw us out."

Actions.

>...Go into the other room, and make sure this shit doesn't spread.
>...Where can we find him?
>...Can he infect me?
>Write-In

>>368651
>...Can he infect me?
A two-headed Fascist WereDragon on the lose

>>368651
>>...Where can we find him?

>>368651
>...Can he infect me?

"Can he infect me?"

"...Yes, I would guess so. However, if you would retain your mind is another matter."

"Shit."

"Well, we need to put a stop to him. He might be in the next room over... Or in the ventilation above us, so stick together, alright?"

"Don't take any chances."

Actions.

>...Maybe you can lure him out with a pheromone...
>Go into the next room and see what happened to that man. Or woman, these are communists after all.
>Try to flush him out using your breath... Maybe he's in the vents? (Body, HARD)
>Write-In

>>368671
>Try to flush him out using your breath... Maybe he's in the vents? (Body, HARD)
This is sounding an awful lot like when stojan first escaped only instead of nazis theres a halfdragon.

>>368671
>Go into the next room and see what happened to that man. Or woman, these are communists after all.

Can't the werewolf only infect us if he makes a cuts us, which would be difficult considering we have super heavy scales.

>>368671
>>Go into the next room and see what happened to that man. Or woman, these are communists after all.
Similar to the Wehrwolves, eh? He wouldn't be hungry would he?

"He wouldn't be hungry... Would he?"

"I wouldn't think so. I've fed him 100% All American Beef. The kraut's designed their guys to specifically want to eat human flesh, so I made him just want to eat beef."

"Oh, good."

You walk into the next room, and see a man on the ground, terrified. He lacks any facial hair, must be a new recruit...

"What happened here?"

"A strange man ran past me, and took my assault rifle!"

"...Did he bite you at all?"

"No, he just shoved me to the ground."

Oh, good... Maybe he doesn't know he can infect others yet.

Actions.

>We need another man, come on... Whoever your name is!
>Yeah, just stay here where it's safe.
>Ignore him and continue the chase.
>...Tell him to guard the doctor, you've gotta take care of a rogue soldier.
>...Force him to strip, you have to make sure he's not infected. (Intimidation.)
>Write-In

>>368709
>...Force him to strip, you have to make sure he's not infected. (Intimidation.)

>>368709
>...Force him to strip, you have to make sure he's not infected. (Intimidation.)


Let's not have this turn into 28 days/weeks later. Zombie-like werewolf apocalypse sounds like a bad end to me

Roll me a 1d20+10 for Intimidation.

Rolled 16 + 10 (1d20 + 10)

>>368734
[Insert rape joke here]

>>368739
>joke

"Take off your clothes!"

"Wha-What?"

"You heard me! Take of your clothes!"

"I-I don't consent! Not like this! I have too much to live for!"

You growl.
"NOW!"

He nervously takes off his clothes. You see nothing indicating signs of infection.

Now, you have a naked soldier in front of you, the Scientist is slowly trying to back away from this... If someone took a photo right now, you'd be embarrased.

"Alright, put your clothes back on."

"T-Thank you!"

"Alright, come on... We gotta find the soldier or whatever."

>We need another man, come on... Whoever your name is!
>Yeah, just stay here where it's safe.
>Ignore him and continue the chase.
>...Tell him to guard the doctor, you've gotta take care of a rogue soldier.
>Write-In

>>368771
>Write-In
Apologise for making him strip, then explain the situation.

>>368771
>...Tell him to guard the doctor, you've gotta take care of a rogue soldier.

>>368771
>>...Tell him to guard the doctor, you've gotta take care of a rogue soldier.

>>368774
Don't apologize! We are a dragon!

>>368771
>...Tell him to guard the doctor, you've gotta take care of a rogue soldier.
>>368774
There's no time to explain! The werewolf already has a head start.

"Alright, now guard the scientist. I'll be back."

He nods, and pulls out his pistol.

You hear gunshots not too far away, and see a few signs...

>...He might be hungry, search for him in the Cafeteria.
>Search the Administration Block.
>Eh, search by the exit.
>Search the Nuclear Ward.
>Search Ballistics Ward.
>...Check out the Residential Block.
>Write-In

>>368799
>...He might be hungry, search for him in the Cafeteria.

>>368799
>Search the Nuclear Ward.

>>368799
>>...He might be hungry, search for him in the Cafeteria.

>>368799
>try to pinpoint where the gunshots came from

You head down to the cafeteria, carefully stepping on the snow to make no noise. This is easier said then done, as you sound more like a giant attempting to be sneaky. The lights have all been shot out, and you eventually reach the cafeteria... Where you see the man gorging himself on beef. About four dead guards are in the room, shot to death.

Actions.

>...Release a pheromone?
>...Come here boy, come on... (Charisma, HARD)
>...Try to sneak up to it. (Agility, What the fuck are you doing?)
>Demand his surrender!
>...Cast a spell?
>Breath attack? Breath attack. (Body)
>Write-In

>>368827
>>...Release a pheromone?
Drowsiness?

>>368827
>Write-In

Take seat and wait for him to finish eating. Then speak to him asking him to stand down.

>>368827
>>...Release a pheromone?
Loyalty
>>368837 this too

>>368827
>Breath attack? Breath attack. (Body)

>>368827
>>...Release a pheromone?
Any pheromone really

You take a seat in a chair, and watch him eat. You realize that he's not really a werewolf like you thought, he's really just a human with a rather heavy amount of facial hair, and body hair. He's also... Exposed, to say kindly.

You decide to release a pheromone.

>Lust.
>Pleasure.
>Loyalty.
>Drowsiness.
>Fear
>Write-In

>>368857
>>Loyalty.

>>368857
>Loyalty.

>>368857
>>Loyalty.
That way he'll come to us.

Roll me a 1d20 to see if he's affected by your pheromones.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>368864

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>368864
Supersoldier, huh?

>>368865
18
vs 1

Great Success!

You unleash a pheromone... He turns around and salutes, which chewing some beef. He swallows a... Rather heavy amount, as in he was stuffing himself with it.

"Commander in Chief, Sir! How can I help you!"

Huh, he seems to think your the United States President...
Actions

>You aren't the president, soldier.
>...At ease, soldier. You won't tell him you aren't the president... But you'd like this super-soldier on your side.
>...Yes... Yes... You are in fact, the President of the United States.
>Write-In

>>368875
>>You aren't the president, soldier.
But we do have a mission.

>>368875
>...At ease, soldier. You won't tell him you aren't the president... But you'd like this super-soldier on your side.

We might be able to use this guy to Viktors advantage in the presidential race

>>368875
>>...At ease, soldier. You won't tell him you aren't the president... But you'd like this super-soldier on your side.

>>368875
>>...At ease, soldier. You won't tell him you aren't the president... But you'd like this super-soldier on your side.
>Status report!

>>368875
>>You aren't the president, soldier.
Maybe we can tell him that America was taken over from the inside secretly, and that Sweden is the last bastion of American values, but he's going to find we're not American.

>>368875
>>You aren't the president, soldier.

"At ease, soldier. Status report."

"Hostiles in local area terminated, restocking on rations, and preparing to extract self from the combat zone, sir!"

"Good, good."

>...Calm down soldier, all hostiles have been dispatched.
>...I'd like to see you in action. Show me what you've got.
>You do realize you are in Cuba, right?
>I've come to extract you.
>Write-In

>>368892
>>...Calm down soldier, all hostiles have been dispatched.
>You do realize you are in Cuba, right?
>I've come to extract you.

>>368892
>>...Calm down soldier, all hostiles have been dispatched.
>You do realize you are in Cuba, right?

>>368892
>>...Calm down soldier, all hostiles have been dispatched.
>You do realize you are in Cuba, right?

"Alright soldier, all hostiles have been dispatched. No need to remain on alert."

He salutes, but doesn't put away his gun, instead he moves towards you, and takes a seat.

"How can I help you, sir?"

"First off, do you realize you are in Cuba, right?"

He looks confused.

"Cuba?"

"...What do you last remember?"

"...I remember fighting against some sort of... Dragon, I think."

You raise your eyebrow.

"Dragon?"

"Yes sir! Our landing was crap, it apparently caught wind of our assault, and everything went FUBAR real fast. My squad managed to flee inland, and set up a FOB, awaiting reinforcements... None ever came. I think we were up there for about three years."

"...Are they still up there?"

"I would guess so sir. I don't know how I ended up here, in Cuba."

Actions.

>...You do realize you are talking to a dragon, right?
>What's your military experience?
>...So, uh... Why don't you find some clothes and put them on?
>I got a job for you. You need to make your way to the Nuclear Ward, and disarm the nuclear warheads down there. After that, make your way back to the exit.
>Write-In

>>368914
>I got a job for you. You need to make your way to the Nuclear Ward, and disarm the nuclear warheads down there. After that, make your way back to the exit.

>>368914
>>I got a job for you. You need to make your way to the Nuclear Ward, and disarm the nuclear warheads down there. After that, make your way back to the exit.

"Alright, listen up. You need to make your way to the Nuclear Ward, disarm the warheads, and make your way back to the exit."

He gets up and salute!

"Operation will be completed at once, sir!"

He grabs his assault rifle, and charges down the hallway. You hear gunshots not too long afterward.

Actions.

>...Yeah, alright, secure that scientist and escape.
>No, you kind of want to watch how he works.
>Write-In

>>368940
>No, you kind of want to watch how he works

>>368940
>>...Yeah, alright, secure that scientist and escape.
Mr GI-Joe got this.

>>368940
>No, you kind of want to watch how he works.

You decide to watch, from a distance.

He runs into a patrol of soldiers, slides to the ground, and opens up with his assault rifle, easily downing them. He continues on, and find a small crowd of civilian scientists...
Actions.

>...Intervene.
>See what he does.
>...Release a pheromone to effect his actions.
>Write-In

>>368955
>See what he does

>>368955
>>See what he does.

>>368955
>...Release a pheromone to effect his actions.

You see him ignore the civilians, and actively push them away from his direction. He continues down the hallway, but stops suddenly, and goes into the ventilation. A few minutes later, a group of soldiers jog by, and he drops down from behind, grabbing one of the soldiers silently, and drags him around the corner.
Actions.

>...Wait until he moves on, and investigate what's happened to that soldier.
>Intervene, you'd rather not have him realize he has lycanthropy.
>Wait, and see what happens.
>Write-In

>>368974
>>...Wait until he moves on, and investigate what's happened to that soldier.

>>368974
>>>...Wait until he moves on, and investigate what's happened to that soldier.

You wait until he moves on, and you investigate what's happened to the soldier. You see that he's been restrained, and angrily curses in your face.

"What happened?"

"He interrogated me for where the nuclear ward was!"

"Oh. Huh."

Well then.

Actions.

>You got his mode of operations, head back.
>Continue to watch GI-Joe.

>>368994
>>Continue to watch GI-Joe.

>>368994
>>>Continue to watch GI-Joe.

You follow him, and eventually he reaches the Nuclear Ward, and begins to disarm the nuclear missiles... Of course, you have a certain idea. Which is crazy, in it's own right.
Your stomach isn't feeling well from the Uranium you ate a little while ago, either.

Actions.

>...Perhaps you can get him to force the missiles to launch somewhere?
>Attempt to dissemble the missile for the enriched Uranium. It makes a good snack. (Intelligence, HARD, RISKY.)
>Leave him be.
>Flee before he finds out your following him... Or your stomach explodes, one of those two.
>Write-In

>>369009
>...Perhaps you can get him to force the missiles to launch somewhere?

>>369009
Dissemble the missile and eat the uranium.

>>369009
>>Leave him be.

Waiting ten more minutes.

>>369014
>>369016
>Not wanting to launch the missiles and glass that small elven country

>>369009
>>...Perhaps you can get him to force the missiles to launch somewhere?

>>369026
>Not wanting to eat more delicious Uranium.

You go in.

"Wait! Reprogram the missiles to target..."

>Lativa, which may be under your control, but fuck the elves!
>The United States!
>England.
>Spain.
>Israel!
>Brazil!
>Write-In