Did our body zombifu or did just our skeleton animate

>>1460029
As this quest

>>1460089
Wat

>>1460029
Hey OP lets go the the nearest settlement

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You do not possess any memories of death. This is likely due to lack of a functioning brain. You do, however, own several hairballs and a rusty shiv. Perhaps you should get moving.

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>>1460029
Try to remember just what happened

>>1460109
Well there goes my question

>>1460109
Walk forward and see if you can find anyone.

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>>1460119
The yard is mostly deserted, save for the occasional crow. You walk forward, approaching the east wall. There is a dirty fountain nearby.

>>1460149
Wash your bony face with the water. See if you can still feel

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You feel the urge to splash water onto your skull. Dipping your fingers into the fountain, you notice an uncanny glint near the bottom.

>>1460260
Jump into the fountain and take a bath.

>>1460260
Reach down into the fountain and take the shiny!

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The sheen of the uncanny object entrances your sockets. You dive head first into the dirty water without even removing your clothes, once again affirming that you can't feel anything. It's unlikely you'll contract any disease from this either. Or require to breathe. As you approach the bottom, the glint becomes more familiar. It appears to be a crusty old ring!

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Closer inspection.

>>1460708
Take the ring and attempt to eat it.

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>>1460708
Cool draw style.

>What does it say?

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You can't quite make out the lettering. It kind of looks like it's saying "Ace Mal-" something or the other but it's faded and covered with odd scratches. Looking to add to those scratches, you chuck it into your mouth like a wad of chewing gum and bite on it. It's hard and your teeth crack a bit, but it beats chewing hairballs all day. Wandering about, you bump into the east wall, a 5-foot wall with angry signs and barbed wire. It's at this point that you realize how short you are.

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>>1460927
Toss my robe over the fence and climb it. No muscles, no skin, and no fabric, just bones – nothing to catch on the Barbwire fence.

>>1460927
Dig underneath the fence with your bony hands.

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Rolled 2 (1d2)

Hungering for excitement and perhaps more rings, you ponder the age-old question - Over or Under? You figure hopping the fence might tear your clothes and digging under might get your normal-sized fingernails dirty.

You take a few seconds to think about it, though you still lack a brain.

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You claw vigorously at the ground. It doesn't seem to really do much.

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There's some vaguely interesting stuff in the dirt.

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>>1461142
Take the brain out of the worm. Worm brain better than no brain.

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With some twisted logic, your sockets dart toward the first moving thing you see - a harmless earthworm. In a quick snap you devour it, noting it to be much mushier than the ring.

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One thing led to another...

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(This seems like a good place to stop.)

>>1461503
What does it mean?

Let's walk in the opposite direction of the wall and see where we end up.

>>1460029
trips = I get revived

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You are still dead.

In your furious gluttony, you find yourself on the other side of the east wall. There's a tree with a mysterious pile of rags lying on it. And a bench. And a lot of grass.

>>1470773
Investigate the pile of rags.

>>1470818
Seconding.

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You cautiously approach the pile of rags in all your grimy worm-infested glory. Giving it a hard whack, the rags recoil in shock and start screaming. It's rather loud.

>>1470840
Kick it so it can stop screaming.

>>1470840
Take the bottle and ingest the contents.

>>1470840
talk to him

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You snatch the out-of-place bottle off the floor with a vulture-like tenacity, adding it to your inventory including but not limited to hairballs, a rusty knife, and a mysterious ring. Empty. The rags scream louder, displeased. Feeling somewhat irritated yourself, you kick the rags in an effort to quiet them. The rags scream louder.

>>1470883
Cut rags with the rusty knife

>>1470883
Drink the contents of the bottle and rattle your bones to taunt him.

>>1470883
shank him

>>1470883
Throw the bottle at him.
Rattle at him.

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You've had enough. Wielding your trusty shivknife of questionable quality, you slowly dig into the rags like a 10 oz. steak, feeling the orgasmic pleasure of stripping flesh away. Wait, flesh? Hum. That's strange. Rags don't usually have flesh. All the while, the fleshrags scream even louder before miraculously producing feet and jogging away. It left a strange piece of paper behind. It smells like piss.

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Close-up of paper.

>>1470905
throw the bottle at the feet

>>1470905
Sit on bench. Wait.

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You throw the bottle at it. It lands about two feet in front of you. The futility of your quest to destroy the shrieking ragpile dawns on you and you figure you might as well be sitting down instead of lying in a puddle of ragblood. You take a rest on the bench, replenishing your health bar.

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Not a cloud in the sky.

>>1470943
Follow trail of ragblood. Insert shiv into his/her/its anus or similar bodily orifice

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In managing your health bar, you realize you've neglected your rage bar, which is rather low. The stench of blood burns at your empty nasal cavity. Like a hound, you begin crawling once again, following the gooey trail of the inscrutable fleshy ragman.

After what feels like hours, your march ends at a placid lake. It looks much cleaner than the fountain prior.

>>1470993
Circle the lake, look for blood trail. Ragman will not escape our shiv of sodomy

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>>1470995
The blood trail seems to end at the lake. Your rage meter lowers.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1471599
Find something to hide your face with.

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>>1472010
No longer preoccupied with murder, you take a second and gaze into the pristine water, noticing how hideous your face is. Suddenly embarrassed, you quickly sort through your inventory to try to clean yourself up. You use the hairballs to make yourself a makeshift toupee + facial hair.

>>1472243
Can we still see if we covered our eyes?

>>1472243
Dive into the lake. Find ragman, sodomize with Shiv

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>>1472250
Your eyes are fine. That's merely an artistic liberty. They're empty gaping holes, as they've always been.

>>1472273
After hours of pondering, you figure the pile of rags must've hidden in the lake. You prepare to dive in, looking into yourself.

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Hmm...

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(Another good time to stop. Same # of images, too!)

>>1472340
PUSH ASIDE THE BOULDER. UNREAD STRENGTH

>>1472340
PUSH ASIDE THE BOULDER. UNDEAD STRENGTH

>>1472723
^

>>1472340
use shiv to pry