>>1545349
>Inspect your body, you are in a hospital after all, why?

>>1545372
You force some strength in your limbs, successfully flopping off the bed, the ground is cold, it seems like you have been here for a long time, maybe your musculature has atrophied a bit? You have misjudged your strength, are you really in such a poor condition?.
Checking around your body you find that yes, you are most definitely leaner, it even looks somewhat scary, your ribs are almost poking through your skin, limbs are thin and by the touching your face you confirm its sunken-ess, however, that is not all, there are markings covering most of your skin, in an almost neon green pigmentation they glow, and crowning your forehead are a set of horns, these two look to be about the same length as your ring finger.
You've no need of glasses now, your vision is perfect, bizarrely there is vitality in your limbs, you feel better than ever, such explosive energy is almost quite the remuneration for the strange tattoos and horns, almost.

>Observe the room you are situated in.
>Look out the window.
>Just get out of this room, where is the hospital's staff?

(combinations of answers are allowed)

>>1545391
>Look out the window.
Then
>Just get out of this room, where is the hospital's staff?

>>1545393
You breathe in deeply, okay, this may not be as bad as it seems, you don't know where you are or why you look like a neon demon. There is a window beside the bed you were on.
You look out the decently sized window by the bed, you are on the second floor by the looks of it... and you see a desert, you feel something? Such a mix of fear, curiosity, and amusement?.
It is reality, every sense tells you this, The world has turned inside out it seems, in the center of it all is a sphere which emanates a sickly pale light, the words Dyson sphere come to mind, however, this is simply too absurd, if you look up you see sections of a city, deserts and fragmented bodies of water.
Is this what a hollow Earth would be like?.
Shrugging off some of these malformed conjectures you head outside your room.

Your reaction is delayed in such a manner, only now these thoughts sink in, you...
>Aprehensive, you are almost freaking out, you are definitely in denial.
>Keeping your cool, life gives, life takes, this just seems to be on another scale.
>Why should I feel anything about it? It's just the same old world except inside out.
>Laugh, this is a big joke after all.
>Write-in

>>1545437
>Apprehensive, you are almost freaking out, you are definitely in denial.

>>1545437
>>Aprehensive, you are almost freaking out, you are definitely in denial.

>>1545462
>>1545485
Writing.

>>1545437
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fSpOK8JUCTA

Realization dawns upon you, clear as day, clear as a moonlit night.
This is most likely a well-placed prank, calculated to be the most effective one. You almost feel like wanting to wake up, no use it is the reality you've known and loved, every test for a dream world, no it is not even a dream, everything, this is simply too detailed to be a dream, the laws of the world are as they have always been.
There have got to be answers for this. You ruminate some more different possibilities, standing in the doorway facing your back towards the window for what seems to be a couple of minutes.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a voice: "Hey, is there someone there!?"
Thank whatever deity can exist in this situation, there seems to be someone here! The voice is a little distant.

>Call back to the voice, you need answers.
>just roam aimlessly, this has got to be another layer to this prank.
>Run towards the voice without announcing your presence.

>>1545540
>Call back to the voice, you need answers.

>>1545540
>>Call back to the voice, you need answers.

>>1545547
>>1545589

You call back to the voice, straining your throat, it has had better days it seems.
"Over here! I finally found someone else!"
Walking over warily to where the voice resounds from you step silently, heel first and slowly setting down rest of the foot.
The lights are turned off, there is illumination from the many windows of the walkway you are on, that and your tattoos provide some light, great, you are now a human glowstick.
Turning the corner to the left you find the one which has been calling for you, "Great!" it says, most likely excited by seeing another being.
Examining the thing wide-eyed as it produces a "Nice to meet you, I'm Bob!" you realize it is a ball of spectral flame floating above the ground.
It flickers in what would seem to be a confused manner due to your lack of response... No animatronics, no speaker, no projections, it's no hologram, you poke him, he puffs in a somewhat offended manner. "He" is material to the touch, with a gel-like texture, curious.
"What's with the touching, never seen a soul?!" his excitement died down quite a lot it seems, your lack of words and incessant prodding seem to be the cause.
"Fuckin' baby demons" he mutters under his "breath", you almost miss that remark.
It seems like you offended him, he is puffing in a most peculiar way.

>Ask about what he means with that last remark.
>Confess to never have met a soul, this may not be a prank.
>Deny the existence of this "soul" move on.
>Apologize about poking him, you were only confirming if he was there.
>Write-in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bQ2T2VYNUmo

>>1545610
>Ask about what he means with that last remark.

>>1545610
>You are overcome with an incredible hunger and can not resist trying to eat this thing.
Having to deal with a hunger for souls might be fun.

>>1545610
>>Confess to never have met a soul, this may not be a prank.

>>1545614
>>1545625
>>1545651

Amidst your curious prodding of this particular existence you manage to produce a "What did you say?" more gravel-like than what you would expect but you take what you can get.
Bob stops flickering for a moment, you swear you hear a dry swallow, it seems like he was not expecting you to hear that, apparently you are recognized as a demon now.
If he had sweat glands you've might have just seen a waterfall, Bob musters some courage "T-that's right, you look like you've never seen a soul, what? You're just ignorant to the ways of the world kid, nothing to be ashamed of!" his cowardice slowly becoming a fake bravado, slight improvement, He still seems afraid and wary of you, maybe he was not expecting you, a "demon" when he was calling.
"... This here Bob will teach you the ways of the world kid, just follow my lead". Great, a soul and a scammer, this may or may not be a prank, you examine his vessel a little more and realize he might just taste nice a nice sweet smell emanates from him... The hell, it seems like being out for a long time may have changed your dietary preferences, how would you even eat this will o' the wisp-like character?
Skeptic about this shady "Bob" character you contemplate your next action while slowly giving a nod. If he did not know about your knowledge of this world, your actions gave it away, you...

>Ignore him, back away from this weird soul
>Lean closer in, take a bite, surprise the audience looking at this "prank" this has gone on for too long
>Follow Bob, there might be some useful info, besides the shadiness, follow the script

>>1545709
>Lean closer in, take a bite, surprise the audience looking at this "prank" this has gone on for too long

>>1545709
>Lean closer in, take a bite, surprise the audience looking at this "prank" this has gone on for too long

>>1545721
>>1545725

You formulate some justifications for this action on your head, however, nothing besides wanting to break the script and being released come to mind, that and the fact that souls are apparently delicious.
Indeed you've closed into a smug Bob and grabbed him with both hands, flames licking your palms and fingers, the sweet scent seeping into your nose, your stomach grumbles a little, the soul is finally comprehending the situation, starting with a raised voice asking what are you doing, you sink your teeth into his "flesh" a red energy oozes out of his missing piece, he screams in the most primal display of pain possible.
A howl, a symphony, an aria of a being who wants to live floods your inner canals, you pay no mind, the taste flooding your mouth and subsequent pathways overpower them, there are prickles on your whole existence, hairs raised, as soon as you come to be, Bob is no more.
...
Silence floods the hall you were on, sobering you from what happened.
This is just what you feared, everything up until now was real, the world is gone and you just ate a soul, there is no prank, reality is and has always been, you were prepared for this, but not this way.
Bob seemed like an asshole anyway, you rationalize like you always did so far in your life. You ignore any guilt and repress it, picking yourself up with renewed vigor you decide to find some answers to this situation.

>Find your way downstairs.
>Search the adjacent rooms for supplies or clothes, you're still in patient's robes.
>Try to find the clipboard with your conditions in it, there has to one, right?

Give me a 1d5, taking the second one.

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>1545794
>>Search the adjacent rooms for supplies or clothes, you're still in patient's robes.
Come on something good.

>>1545794
>>Search the adjacent rooms for supplies or clothes, you're still in patient's robes.

Rolled 5 (1d5)

>>1545804
>>1545794

>>1545794
>Search the adjacent rooms for supplies or clothes, you're still in patient's robes.

>>1545799
>>1545804
>>1545827
Such consensus and bad luck
Writing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwmSNjNYuTo&index=8
Here's a hint https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwmSNjNYuTo&index=8

>>1545847
>Getting exp is bad luck
Sure

>>1545855
if we don't get murdered outright

>>1545882
Have some confidence

>>1545882
It's just a normal battle, I'd be actually scared if he posted Fiend Battle or Fierce Battle.

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>>1545794
These robes will not do, feeling the wind upon your naked skin is just too much on top of this weird day.
You wander around the hallway, searching for a suitable room to raid.
Room 2-F sounds promising, "supplies" it reads, hopefully not surgical ones.
Opening the door with a single push, you gaze upon the new situation of your life. Five midgets with black colored skin and distended jaws rummaging through the various boxes, the leftmost one has a dangerous looking copper pipe.
You hear small voices, like a singing metal being pelted with stones "Magatsushi want eat!..." variations of the same phrase and complaints about hunger.
The situation leaves you a bit confused, you wind up knocking some boxes with metal tools inside, their attention is all at once fixated upon you.
The leftmost one screams distortedly "MAGATSUSHI!" and hobbling run with hops ensues, the rest follow suit, you...

>Back away from this room, you'll be surrounded in there, they look dangerous.
>Charge in and take control of the situation, starting with the copper pipe one, punt the midget.

Talking does not seem to be an option

>>1545931
>Charge in and take control of the situation, starting with the copper pipe one, punt the midget.
Aim for a window, if possible.

>>1545931
Also, sorry for taking too long, managed to close the goddamn thingamajib,
Roll 1d20, best of three.

>>1545931
>>Charge in and take control of the situation, starting with the copper pipe one, punt the midget.
Gotta get that Magatsushi, hope its a physical one.

>>1545931
>Charge in and take control of the situation, starting with the copper pipe one, punt the midget.
Kick a nigga into another nigga

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1545940
>>1545946
You're thinking of Magatama, not Magatsushi.

>>1545940
This one is a storage room, no windows, sorry. There are some chemicals which would deteriorate in the sunlight.
Your night vision is enhanced, and the light of your tattoos provide visibility.

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Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1545943
Lucy bless my roll

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1545931
Going to fuck up your 19 with a critfail

>>1545962
Then just kick him into someone else like the other guy said.

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>>1545958
>>1545963
>>1545964
Called, writing.
Great rolls, is a crit in my book

>>1545931
Oh no, you're not having another one trying to push you around today, you ate the last one who tried.
With a kick to the ground, you managed to appear in front of that midget, who is just surprised as you are about that speed.
With a mighty draw of your leg, you build up kinetic energy, these things are too slow, or are you just too fast?
You release judgment upon the "leader" of this gang, your bare toes connect with the underside of his jaw, you feel bones give way with a wet crunch resounding in the room.
He is sent flying towards the ceiling at an angle, you hear another gut wrenching sound, it seems like he was affixed to the ceiling, head blown like a smashed fruit due to the impact, splatter and blood drip from the body, he falls after a few seconds, brain matter spread everywhere, it seems like some red energy was released from the body, it entices you.
The remaining four stare at the situation, jaws agape, your football kick was effective. it seems like they are also enticed by the red energy, maybe it is that magatsushi they were talking about? They want it almost as much as you do, however, the fear of the new enemy is greater.
You look at them and flinches from the four were the response
You chuckle silently a bit, this might be fun.

>Procceed with the slaughter, take the off guard.
>Back away from this room, a better strategical position, however, this would give time for them to recover.
>Write-in if it makes sense

This is what the Pretas are hearing right now https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-vQmXslKTQg

>>1546032
>take them* off guard
1d20 please.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1546032
>>Procceed with the slaughter, take the off guard.
RIP AND TEAR

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1546032
>>Procceed with the slaughter, take the off guard.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1546032
>Procceed with the slaughter, take them off guard.

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>>1546045

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>>1546042
>>1546044
>>1546045
wow, you've just wiped them out, jaysus.
Who am I kidding, great job!.
it was 5 for each, 20 wipes them all out in their confusion

>>1546055
We're pretty strong right out of the gate.

>>1546032
Opening your mouth, letting a bit of a breath out, it's steamy? It's not cold, why is it steamy?
Taking advantage upon all of these creature's confusion you begin a cold and calculating (you'd like to think) Symphony, a dash towards the nearest one, a simple smash with your closed fist atop of its head, wet crunching sounds, a profound indentation, he falls, more effective than you thought, magatsushi is released.
Two steps towards the next one, like a tango, to the midget who is wide-eyed a knife-hand directed at his gut, you always wanted to try one of these, effective as it seems, held accountable due to the fact that there is an entire digestive system being pulled out of this one, he falls.
The other two are trying to run away, tripping on the boxes and falling along the way, oh, the nearest one just fell, five steps and a stomp is delivered to the back of its skull.
Oh, it seems like these things can scream! the last one is practically whimpering, you dash over to it throwing your weight into a simple punch does the trick.
The job is done it seems, looks like you were wearing a full Cheshire grin along the way, you close your mouth and examine your surroundings.
You are drawn towards the magatsushi.

[cont. 1/2]

>>1546092
There is a reason for that.
>>1546098

The red glow is enticing, you instinctively, with a bit of effort you pull it towards yourself, shivering and feeling energized, this might be addictive...
But considering how you've acted during your near intoxicating power trip, changes may have been made to your personality, the brain is the seat of reason, but it is also just an organ, easily modifiable, the thought makes you shiver.
However, the existences of souls make that argument a bit unfounded, it stands to reason you are not informed enough to make a decision about your current condition.
Examining your surroundings and stepping carefully over the bodies which are beginning to disintegrate into a pale light, you search the room.
It seems this was a storage for chemicals and other types of medicine, there are also gloves and surgical tools in their packages, no clothes, however, there are some things which can be used.
[1+ medicine]
Grumbling you move away from the room, the adrenaline rush from killing those demons seems to be subsiding, you don't feel guilty about it, odd.
Let's see... room 2-G, the closest one to the supplies room.
Entering you see a bag, it has clothes and other mementos, probably from someone who was admitted here recently.
A gray t-shirt and a simple jacket to cover your glow, hostile demons would spot you a mile away from the way these tattoos shine, a pair of pants, black, and some sneakers sound like a solid combination.
Properly dressed and somewhat "fed" you consider your next move, settling inside your baggy clothes If you had your prior weight these might have been just right.
Your nails and horns are sharp and you are well dressed, clothes make the man, or demon.
Considering the next action, you...

>Try to find your way downstairs.
>Try to find the clipboard with your conditions in it, there has to one, right?
>Examine physical condition, you crushed those things way too easily, are they really demons?

btw how well you rolled would have determined your starting strength, you lucked out a lot, looks like you may be able to brute force anything with enough time and a decent plan, no need for a whole suite of plans, yer not the strongest, but certainly will not roll over and die if ya met a forneus or a stronger one right now

>>1546177
>Examine physical condition, you crushed those things way too easily, are they really demons?

>>1546177
>>Examine physical condition, you crushed those things way too easily, are they really demons?
Did we eat the Pretas we killed?

>>1546212
Just the magatsushi, they were decomposing into light fragments, eerily reminiscent of the light from that huge sphere, it seems like the magatsushi holds their form here.

>>1546188
>>1546212

Tightening your knuckles you stare at your hands and open them, your nails are long, sharp too, you are definitely not a common coma patient.
Somehow you knew you could fight, like an animal without any set or style, sure, but it was effective, a skull should be able to take more abuse than that, a kick should not send someone flying and crush their mandible at the same time, staring at your hand you remember the warm gooey insides of the demon, yep, that also should not happen.
Two conclusions can be drawn from this, they are either too weak, or you have gotten stronger, the searing pain and bright light marking as such an occasion, was that the time you became a demon?
Truly, you have only been awake since then, have you ever existed since?
Has the world changed or was it always like this?
Confusing, you resolve to test your newfound prowess to clear your mind of these grim thoughts of a fabricated life.
Gripping the handles of the hospital bed you manage to lift yourself effortlessly, a handstand and throwing your legs around in the air, you fall, it seems like you have bisected the metal unknowingly with your grip, you lie down in awe of such a majestic way of falling, Iron covered with a thermostable paint, sure it's hollow, but it was iron nonetheless.
You lift yourself up and go look around for the way downstairs.

cont 1/2

>>1546294
It seems like the energy supply to this building is off, the elevators are also not working, you wander around, working your head to search for a way out.

>Look for the stairs, there are bound to be some.
>Jump through the window in the walkway, this may hurt a bit.
>Try to find a way to get enough power to this elevator, there has to be a generator in this hospital.
>Write-in

>>1546303
>>Look for the stairs, there are bound to be some.

>>1546303
>Look for the stairs, there are bound to be some.
It'll be a good test as to how much stamina our new body has as well.

>>1546303
>>Look for the stairs, there are bound to be some.
>Make sure to search every room on the floor, maybe you'll find something else that's useful.

>>1546306
>>1546308
You jog quickly around the halls of the second floor, just you and the sounds of your shoes hitting the gray colored floor, you are not even winded by these few laps, you feel like you could run a half-marathon in this pace and then feel the wrath of tiredness, a useful ability, considering the desert you saw outside the window.
After a few minutes, you manage to find the staircase, with renewed vigor you descend, from the second to the first, and...
It's sealed, there are some though looking steel beam bent and turned in a manner which would block any attempt at passage, you are not sure you can work your might with this. it's simply too thick, whoever did this has some clear intentions about anyone entering or leaving and might to do so.
There is still another set of stair to descend, making your way down, you see that the door is unlocked, and unbarred, this might be a trap.
You go for the doorknob but stop as soon as you feel it, dread, echoing from your very horns to your feet, this makes you apprehensive and excited at the same.
There is a strong demon behind this door, you know it.

>Open the door, confront it.
>Turn back around, try to find some other way.

>>1546355
The second floor of this wing was dedicated to coma patients, not much else besides what you had in your room is in those rooms.

>>1546361
>Open the door, confront it.
Time for a real strength test

>>1546361
>Open the door, confront it.
If it's bigger, it'll have more Magatsushi than those Pretas did.

>>1546369
>>1546376
Oh boy...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=egsVQLlqhXw
Writing.

>>1546418
Well time to get serious

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Breathing in and turning the hinge you enter the underground section of the hospital.
Sitting on the floor few feet ahead of you is the source of that feeling, for good reason.
A mask adorns a muscle-bound giant, red as freshly spilled blood, smells the same way too.
The giant grunts and gets up with alarming ease, practiced movements, almost graceful, were it not for the fact he is a red mountain of a man with a lion's mane worth of black hair on his head.
A club is grabbed from his back, looks like metal with quite an intimidating amount of spikes crowning most of its length.
He enters a battle stance, feets apart, the center of gravity low, tensing his leg muscles.
The intensity drowns you, smiling you take a low stance.
No words are needed here

You...
>Dodge, he's coming for a charge.
>Take his charge on.
>Dodge and try to get a hit in.
>Write-ins in battle are encouraged.

1d20.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1546462
>Take his charge on.
Oni ain't got shit on us

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1546462
>>Dodge and try to get a hit in.
See if we can catch his knee with a kick as he goes past.

>>1546470
>>1546471
Now this is the real SMT experience.

>>1546470
>>1546471
>>1546482
One more.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1546495
Just for the sake of not waiting

>>1546499
This is gonna hurt.
Would have worked with a simple dodge.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1546462
>Dodge and try to get a hit in.

>>1546511
>>1546499
Should I disregard this repeat roll
Y/N?

>>1546518
Probably, and to keep it fair discard any more we ever do no matter how good.

>>1546518
Yeah

>>1546528
>>1546531
So it shall be.
the hit would have most likely forced you to use the medicine you have

>>1546462
The Oni charges club held sideways, he most likely is aiming to crush your throat.
You recklessly, to his surprised grunt, meet his charge with one of your own.
The ground explodes under your feet and you launch yourself with your left forearm lifted sideways as a shield, the speed of collision is fierce.
The spikes dig into your flesh, good, you were half expecting your arm to have been pulverized, it hurts but not too bad.
The Oni is surprised, it seemed like you managed to match his mass and speed with enough speed, you are about twice smaller and three times lighter than he is.
He's a whole lot stronger it seems, you are somewhat faster.
You lock eyes with the ones in the mask.
The next moment is crucial.

>Disengage, jump backward, use his strength to make him fall frontwards.
>Continue matching strength, use your other arm for support, maybe he will respond in kind?
>Continue matching strength, use your other arm to score a solid hit on him.
>Fall to the ground and try to use his momentum forward to trip his leg.

>>1546603
>Fall to the ground and try to use his momentum forward to trip his leg.
Might want to feint a strength contest for a second.

>>1546603
>Fall to the ground and try to use his momentum forward to trip his leg.
Once he's grounded, he's done.

>>1546603
>>Fall to the ground and try to use his momentum forward to trip his leg.

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>>1546620
>>1546628
>>1546639

Good luck
1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1546651

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1546651
Guys, I think we messed up.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1546651
Rollin for Chaos

>>1546659
>>1546660
>>1546666
Thanks, Satan, writing.

>>1546603
You match the giant's strength for a few seconds, he exhales smoke. Is he a little bit bigger now?
Yep, bigger and stronger, you let your strength go and your entire body slacks backward, the new momentum from his "transformation" carries him forward.
Halfway through the length of your fallen body, you pull his ankles.
With a mighty heave the giant trips, quite the fall if you do say so yourself.
Picking yourself up you notice the giant with his palms on the ground, he's going to get up!
He dropped his club underneath his body, it may have caused some puncture wounds on his abdomen, hopefully.
You...

>Stomp him, keep him down.
>Try to steal his club, ripping a bigger wound in his chest in the process.
>Back away, prepare to receive another attack.


Had you failed that, the club and the giant's body weight would have dealt some pretty heavy damage to you.

>>1546721
>Try to steal his club, ripping a bigger wound in his chest in the process.

>>1546721
>Try to steal his club, ripping a bigger wound in his chest in the process.
Let's how well he can fight without his fancy stick.

>>1546721
>Try to steal his club, ripping a bigger wound in his chest in the process.
Would be a good weapon for us

>>1546727
>>1546732
>>1546734
1d20

>>1546741
Rolling

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1546741

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1546732

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1546741
Whoops lets try that again.

>>1546748
Too strong

>>1546745
>>1546748
>>1546753
Hohohoho, whenever a QM gets what he wants for the story, the QM is pleased.
Writing.

>>1546721
You could try to stomp him, however, his back is so full of muscles, it'd probably dampen the impact considerably, that club, however, looks very enticing.
With some quick steps you position yourself to his side, grabbing the thick metal handle of that absurd thing, you angle it and yank it out.
The sound of flesh scraping and blood hitting the ground...
Makes you ecstatic, this thing is about a third of your own weight, getting hit by that would have hurt.
The fact that the Oni is so strong, the fact that he managed to almost overpower you, and his goddamn small reactions about anything, even that pain, you're angry.
As soon as you snap out of that anger boiling inside you, the Oni gets up.
This motherfucker is quick, probably even quicker now.
Damn you want to bash his fucking head in now.
Is he not bleeding anymore?

>Play drums with the fucker's skull.
>Tenderize him completely.
>Ditch the club in a far away place, hand to hand, RIP AND TEAR.
>Dodge.

>>1546809
>Ditch the club in a far away place, hand to hand, RIP AND TEAR.
The only weapons we need are our Lucifer given hands.

>>1546809
>>Ditch the club in a far away place, hand to hand, RIP AND TEAR.
Eh can never really drop our weapon when its our fists.

>>1546809
>Play drums with the fucker's skull.

>>1546818
>>1546830
Fists and Claws it is.
Writing

>>1546843
Also 1d20 please.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1546843

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1546850

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1546850
Y give away the club?

>>1546852
>>1546857
>>1546862
Ok...
This is gonna hurt, writing.

>>1546809
This annoying toy has got to go, with a windup of your right arm you toss it across the hallway. This should make it unusable for this battle, should.
As soon as you turn around you see a fist, it hits you square in the chest, sends you flying, but not for long.
Your impromptu flight stops as soon as your back hits a wall, this would have been hurting like a bitch were you not SOFUCKINGANGRYNOW so damn annoyed.
Your tattoos have shifted into a shade of light yellow which transitions into a green, so these things function like that, handy.
The Oni calmly makes his way to his club.
You grind your teeth, your smile is no more.
You...

>Charge with a punch while he's not looking.
>Circle around, stand in front of what he wants, draw his aggression.
>Charge and tackle him, he's wasting time.
>Write-in

>>1546910
>>Charge and tackle him, he's wasting time.

>>1546910
>Charge with a punch while he's not looking.

>>1546910
>Charge and tackle him, he's wasting time.

>>1546926
>>1546938
1d20

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1546958

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1546958

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>1546958

>>1546960
>>1546961
>>1546963
Writing.

>>1546910
He's way too calm about this, is this not a fight to the death?
He is either guarding something or stalling, one way to find out.
You propel yourself towards the Giant at top speed, colliding with his unaware self, you managed to take him by the side.
Falling on top of him you manage a few punches in his ear, you grin as you see blood flowing out of the hole.
He shoves you away, landing a few feet away, you both get up at the same time.
His body language and grunts indicate he is both in pain and starting to get enraged, good, now we both are properly pissed out.

His sense of balance has been affected, his chest wounds have coagulated but you can see it has hindered his strength a bit, he seems slightly wounded.
You are still in a light yellow condition.

>Let's do it properly this time, aim for the eyes.
>Go in the kill zone, trade blows, he's properly paying attention now.
>Dodge and aim for body blows, capitalize on existing wounds.

>>1546995
>Dodge and aim for body blows, capitalize on existing wounds.
I don't know if this guy has organs, but it's worth a shot.

>>1546995
>>Dodge and aim for body blows, capitalize on existing wounds.

>>1546995
>>Dodge and aim for body blows, capitalize on existing wounds.

>>1547004
>>1547017
>>1547027
Wear him down approach.
1d20

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>1547030

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1547030
Ok we need to chill. Like really

Also. Nice quest famalam. Lookin really spicy.

>>1547052
Thank you, also, any complaints so far?
Besides my damn twitchiness when calling choices.
I feel like I need to wait more time.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1547030

>>1547058
Formatting could use some work.

>>1547058
>>1547070
Have to agree with the the start of the thread was difficult for me to read because of the spacing. Would be nice to have blank lines inbetween paragraphs.

>>1547070
Would a SOM like approach to formating work?
Also, writing.

>>1547077
Don't do a SOM like anything if you are talking about Sominus.

I'll try and rewrite the last update to show you what I mean.

>>1547075
>>1547070
Ye senpai. Seperate your paragraphs a bit more.

>>1547085
>>1547077
He's way too calm about this, is this not a fight to the death? You can't tell if he is either guarding something or stalling for some reason. Only one way to find out.

You propel yourself towards the Giant at top speed, colliding with his unaware self and managing to take him by the side. Falling on top of him you manage a few punches in his ear, grinning as you see blood flowing out of the hole.

He shoves you off him, putting some distance between you and him. You both rise at the same time, ready for the next round.

His body language and grunts indicate he is both in pain and starting to get enraged. Good, now you are both properly pissed off.

His sense of balance has been affected, his chest wounds have coagulated but you can see it has hindered his strength a bit. Overall he seems slightly wounded as are you, your markings glowing a light yellow.


>Basically chill with the commas and use more periods. Spacing between paragraphs and try not to start two consecutive sentences with the same word.

>>1547135
I second this. This amount of spacing compared to the amount of text is debatable but its better than no spacing at all.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>1547030
I like the new way of type better as well

>>1546995
Tension rises between you both, he dashes towards you, you answer with a hesitant charge, he delivers a big swing with his right and you bend your body to the left, evading the blow.
An opportunity arises, you dig your index and middle finger into the deepest hole the spiked club had left into his chest, he groans in pain.

You feel a hard surface, must be the ribs, you pull and gouge out a small handful of flesh, fresh blood flows, and the Oni lets out a real grunt of pain, followed by his left.

You dodge that one too and manage to land a close uppercut into his solar plexus, a satisfying blow, you see saliva dripping down the mask, that took the wind from him.

He is really angry now, you can see the vascularity of his muscles increase, it does nothing besides worsening his bleeding, his muscles are a bit more apparent now, it seems like he is going for a big swing now.

The Giant goes for a swipe using his claws, he misses, you manage to give a solid punch into his abdomen, both of you disengage and retreat.

It seems like the plan worked, for the most part, he looks like a mess compared to the start of this fight, he is most definitely distracted.

Or maybe he is acting in a way to catch you off guard?

>Go for the vitals, this has gone on for too long
>Keep up pummeling him, it may work
>Pummel him and dodge, he may still have quite a lot of fight left in him
>Write-in

>>1547070
>>1547075
>>1547091
>>1547135
Thank you for the input, I will deeply take it into consideration.
SPACES IT IS!

>>1547167
>Go for the vitals, this has gone on for too long

>>1547167
>Go for the vitals, this has gone on for too long

>>1547167
>Go for the vitals, this has gone on for too long
>nothing personal kid...

>>1547167

>Go for the vitals, this has gone on for too long

>>1547173
>>1547175
>>1547178
>>1547183
1d20

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1547187

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1547187

>>1547191
Knew that was going to happen.

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>>1547191

>>1547191
There is still a spot for a roll.

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>>1547188
>>1547191
Writing.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1547187

>>1547167
At some point, you may have asked yourself, was he really weakened, or was he acting that way? Well, now that you're bleeding on the ground you have your answer.

You had dashed towards the Oni, aiming for his eyes, a battle ending blow, a certain kill move, you were fully confident in your victory.
Had he not headbutted your abdomen you would most likely have won, goring your stomach with his horns and tossing you away from him in one motion.

It seems like an eye for an eye, the piercing pain, the cold ground, laying there bleeding like a stuck pig.
Your tattoos signal your doom, shining a crimson red alternating with turning off, dark as night, shining red again.
At least the bleeding seems to have calmed down.
You swear you see the damn mask smiling, grinning like a motherfucking king.

>Use the medical supplies, get up.
>Save them for later. get up.

>>1547253
>Use the medical supplies, get up.

>>1547253
>Use the medical supplies, get up.
We can find more, we need to be more careful than we are. We let our rage get the best of us.

>>1547253
>>Use the medical supplies, get up.

>>1547269
>>1547270
>>1547273
Writing.

>>1547253
You feel that wounds like these would outright kill a person, thank god you're not exactly human, a tough physiology you think while reaching out for the medkit inside your jacket.

Not much to do here, except applying some disinfectant in great volume and hissing in pain, the Oni is sitting on the ground, the hell, the club is just some feet away.

You roll up to bundles of gauze in a cylindrical shape, fucker has some big horns, stuffing up your holes as if you were a human teddy bear you notice your tattoos shift colors, it's yellow now.
This doesn't make any sense, then again, what has made any sense today?

Standing up ignoring the pain you look towards the Oni, he stands up as well and assumes a stance, his step faltering, it seems as if he is truly worn out now, that last attack has taken a lot from him to deliver.
Just as you are, he's on his last legs.

>Charge, he is as bad as you are, overpower him
>Advance slowly lowered stance, trade blows
>Advance slowly medium stance, evade and tire him out.

>>1547331
>Advance slowly medium stance, evade and tire him out.
It might be worth attempting to recruit this guy

>>1547331
>Advance slowly lowered stance, trade blows
Show respect for worthy opponents, but dont give mercy to the wicked.

>>1547331
>>Advance slowly lowered stance, trade blows

>>1547343
Zero incentive. Zero. The hell are we gonna recruit him for? Mabye spare him sure but why recruit? Cause hes strong? We just got out of the hospital yo, shits wack.

>>1547355
I forgot we don't know how SMT works in character yet, my bad.

>>1547347
>>1547354
The honorable way.
1d20

>>1547365
I dont even know what that is. Meta messes with your shit sometimes.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1547371

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1547371

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1547371

>>1547385
Shieeeeeeeeeet

>>1547378
>>1547385
>>1547391
Writing.
This crit ends this fight

>>1547402
Make sure we try and eat the Oni too

>>1547419
This isn't Digital Devil Saga. I don't think we've had cannibalistic tendencies.

>>1547438
We ate the spirit and felt a hunger to do it.

>>1547444
Spirits aka human souls != demons.

>>1547444
Yes so feeding a maniacal hunger for souls is a good thing. Common sense.

>>1547457
When it makes you stronger in an SMT game yes it is.

>>1547463
>When it makes you stronger in an SMT game yes it is.
Nice meme. One soul eaten and a demon fight later poof no humanity at all lel eks dee.

>>1547331
Both are wounded, both have already lain down to recuperate, the fight is nearing its end. In response to his stance you lower yours, slowly circle in closer, he does so in kind.

Four steps of distance, this was a difficult fight, three steps, you think the Oni showed a display of honor, by not arming himself when you were debilitated on the ground, perhaps as a response to when you leveled the playing field with hand to hand combat?

Two steps, you wonder how his flesh tastes, the thought gives you shivers down your spine. One step of distance, both of you are tensing every muscle possible.

Personal space has long been since forgotten, you punch his stomach first, you receive in the cheek bone, cutting through the skin of your face, the hits you delivered on his stomach worsening his cuts.

Like a dance, you spin around and deliver a nail thrust into his stomach, you've clearly cut into his musculature you feel his insides give way, removing your hand you receive an elbow on the clavicle of your left arm, it is clearly broken.

The adrenaline of the fact takes your mind away from the pain, another thrust into his gut, you manage to sever some important there, he grunts the loudest since you've begun and delivers a palm thrust on your face, you are sent flying
hitting the wall head first, you black out.

As soon as you're able you look towards the Oni, it seems like you were out for some for some time, he is leaking magatsushi through the hole in his torso, it seems as if he died standing, you sigh as pain fills your body.

Dragging yourself along towards him you consume the magatsushi, there's a lot of it here, you are grateful for this fight and grateful for this opponent, you are still alive.

You sit down for a bit, some of these wounds need to stop bleeding for a bit.

----------
That is all for today, I'll try to host some more tomorrow, be around for some questions and some happenings.

>>1547484
>I dont even know what that is
Got a lot of authority on a subject you know nothing about huh?

>>1547496
What's this, Magatama Yamarãja is acting violently inside you.
Will you let it continue?
>Y
>N

>>1547502
>Yes

>>1547496
Mkay I guess I was a raging homosexual this entire time.

>>1547502
>N

>>1547501
No it just seems conventionally stupid

>>1547496
>Y

>>1547504
>>1547514
A warm light fills your body, you've fully recovered.

You've learned the spell, Dia.

>>1547527
Any questions?

>>1547527
>we were given a Magic focused Magatama
At least it's a healing spell. Should save us on Medicine.

>>1547532
Ya I found that weird too with how we've been playing it.

>>1547532
Yaramaja is definitely an oddball, it has buffs too.
and some physical, dear god.
no resistances tho.

>>1547540
Physical and Buffs is a pretty good skillset. That way if we run into something that we can't damage with punches, we can at least help the rest of the party.

>>1547549
Every magatama follows some theme, either in naming or in a certain role.

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Call it what you will-
A Revelation from God, or a curse from the demon king.
The fact remains that our world came to an end.

A heretic calls upon an unearthly light and devastation ensued.
Chaos crawled out of the depths of the ocean, from the black abyss.

Death upon death... Nothing but death in this barren land.
Who can we pray to? There's only demons and fiends here.

A voice in my head beguiles me,
"Truth is a mystery, unraveled by the world's demise."
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------/

You wake up, this time by your own power. The battle was fierce, only you survived.
The humid air of the underground fill your nose

It seems as if you had fallen into unconsciousness near a wall, in the same field as the exchange occurred.

Getting up and examining your tattoos, neon green, you sigh in a relieved manner.
The pain is gone, your wounds somehow closed up, are you capable of regeneration?

The clothes slack less by the touch of your skin, have you gained weight?
It seems as if the Oni's magatsushi altered some of your physiology, or recovered it to some extent.
The energy you consumed greedily is affecting you in some form, curious...

The Giant's body is not here, most likely he dissolved into light, just like those black hungry midgets.
There is only the way to another wing it seems, that and several doors containing supplies.
One of them reeks of blood.

>Head towards the other wing's staircase
>Examine the doors, the ones which don't smell like blood.
>Examine the door which emanates the bloody smell.

>>1548798
>Examine the door which emanates the bloody smell
>While we're at it, try hard to remember anything about how we ended up in this hospital

>>1548798
>Examine the door which emanates the bloody smell.

>>1548829
Give me a d2, taking the first one
1=N 2=Y

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1548838

>>1548798
Blood, so far the only blood which has resisted the fragmentation is yours.
The smell coming from the room is thicker the closer you get.

Turning the doorknob and pushing the door slightly, a stench comprised of blood and rot assaults your nostrils.
You cover your nose with one hand and enter the large room.

The scene inside can only be described as hellish, there is a circle in the middle of the room, something you'd probably see in a painting, with various geometrical shapes and languages, you have an odd feeling from it.

The circle is not the biggest source of your worries, the bodies positioned in the middle of it are the things you truly paid attention to, they are human ones. No incisions, no indentations, no damage, besides the trailing of dried and browned blood spawning from every orifice.

The rot is dense, they have been dead for quite some time, and left to fester, there are 9 in total, naked.
There are no drains, the blood had to go somewhere. The ground is dry.

You hear a groan, startled you look for the source. On the farthest corner of the room lay a man with a bloodied wicker basket on his head.

>Make your presence known, ask questions.
>Leave, this room is starting to get to you.
>Examine the rest of this room, this circle is not the only thing here.

>>1548903
>Make your presence known, ask questions.
Ask about what happened here.

>>1548903
>Make your presence known, ask questions.

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>>1548905
>>1548919
You call out to the man dressed like a priest, he weakly nudges towards your direction, his head is laying low, you are not in his sights yet.

You hear a small sigh "Conception happened... did not succeed...", yes, you pretty much figured the world had gone to shit, that much has been made obvious, you notice his pale hands trying to form a fist.

You ask about details, your naivete about this situation causes him to laboriously lift his head, registering your features for a few silent moments, he scornfully laughs, coughing in between.

His laughter descends into a simple chuckle, you wait for him to finish. "Truly fitting", he says, "for the one meant to become the last" he wheezes "Our own undoing".

He hacks and chokes, a wheeze of air follows, he is probably drowning in his own blood now. "I don't care anymore..." he lifts his right hand and points towards a pedestal, "Leave me" he says.
The priest's head and arm hang low.

As if you were even trying to save him, what an ego. The pedestal which he pointed to contains a book, stained in droplets of blood, why?
The priest still draws a weak breath, you hear a rattle from his chest.

Looking around the room you find at least 9 other bodies wearing wicker baskets, all in poses and random locations as if running away from the formation in the center. It seems as if they died in fear.

>Bodies seemingly without blood in the center, examine them closer.
>Examine the priests, they may present an apparent cause of death.
>Look inside the book, see if you can find some answers.
>Leave the room and close the door, you've had enough.

>>1548978
>Look inside the book, see if you can find some answers.

>>1548978
>>Look inside the book, see if you can find some answers.

>>1548978
>Look inside the book, see if you can find some answers.

>>1548982
>>1548987
>>1548993
Writing.

>>1548978
An antique tome, worthy of a treasury, or a museum. You reach for it and crack it open.
It apparently is a prophetic scripture, it explains the truth behind the destruction of a world... and the birth of a world.

This phenomenon so-called conception details a tale of destruction and recreation, an act of God. The world is birthed and the cycle continues, bent to the will of the one starting the process.

There is the methodology to contributing to this event, the creation of catalyst per say, the circle in the middle of the room matches the one in the book. There are dimensions described, the source of this catalyst is apparently human sacrifice.

There are no set numbers of sacrifice, it seems to be a variable system. This group probably has murdered tens, perhaps hundreds of people over the course of the years for this result, this being the last batch.

From the manner of the Priest's words, you were supposed to be sacrificed...
A patient from the coma ward, probably ones ready to be euthanized, stolen and offered for this purpose...
You shake these thoughts and turn back to the book.

There are details about the world's working, particularly an entropic-like state of existence, after many rebirths, there is the expense of extra energy, each time causing the natural circle of rebirth to be longer and longer, eventually stopping it altogether.

There seems to a system in place, one which creates either a complete or a half demon, one able to process and store large quantities of energy, serving as a catalyst for the world's synonym for apoptosis.

This carrion eater will feast in this world's carcass, consuming everything in his path, eventually being sacrificed by a higher being, this will serve as a kick start to the next world, full of primal creation energies, albeit smaller.

You sigh...

Cont 1/2

>>1549056
It seems like the signal for this world's slumber was the last failed sacrifice, evidence being the dead cultists, they most likely were not expecting this result.

The conception should have occurred normally, there was no way of predicting this was the last gasp of this world.

Drawing your attention from the book you direct your gaze to the source of a new sound, the priest.
A death rattle, it seems, air escaping from the lungs, you would have considered him to be alive, were it not the dense magatsushi leaving his body.

It calls to you, such richness and colored crimson. You want, you need it.
Imagine the taste, the power you can gain.
Many times that of the Giant.
You hunger.

>Consume.
>Leave the room, try to resist.

>>1549082
>Leave the room, try to resist.
We shouldn't get addicted to this stuff

>>1549082
>Leave the room, try to resist.
Piece of shit isn't worth consuming.

>>1549101
>>1549103
Roll 1d100, higher is better.

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>1549122

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1549122

>>1549125
Two more rolls.

>>1549125
>>1549138
Writing.

>>1549082
A carrion-eater, feeding of the dead and putrefying flesh of this world, your gluttony, the fact you've barely escaped being used as a sacrificial lamb for those cultists, and that tasty looking magatsushi. You are deeply annoyed by this situation, bordering on anger.

You've no idea if this unnatural attraction towards that red energy is a natural trait of demons, but you chose to not give in to this base desire

Easier said than done, you notice you are drooling, an iron taste fills your mouth, blood, yours.
Biting your hand as hard as you can, and enduring the allure you make your ways towards the door.

It takes almost every effort you can muster, but you close it behind you. Walking quickly away from that door.

After escaping the trance-like hunger and focusing efforts to center your mind you...

>Search the remaining rooms.
>Head towards the next wing's staircase.

>>1549200
>Search the remaining rooms.
We need to find more supplies.

>>1549200
>Head towards the next wing's staircase.

>>1549208
>>1549209
I'll combine these two. Writing

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>>1549200
Your hand is in pain, you've bit on it pretty hard, it is freely dripping blood. There must be some more medical supplies in one of these rooms.

Walking away from the door you've already been in, you begin entering doors at random.
Autopsy room, nope.
Laundry room, nope.
Third time's the charm...
Coffee break room? Goddamit.

Already feeling annoyed you go for the fourth room, which seems to be devoid of furniture, however, there are 9 Will O' Wisp like characters spinning in a circle, each one facing the interior of this imaginary circle.

You feel they are up to something, they look like they're suffering, faces stuck in a permanent scowl as if they were stuck in the deepest possible regret.
They have not noticed you yet.

>Keep watching silently.

>Intervene.

>Intevene violently.

>Leave silently.

>>1549270
>Leave silently.

>>1549270
>Leave silently
They might be the spirits of the nine victims in the other room.

>>1549282
>>1549294
Writing.

>>1549270
Nine, the coincidence is just too eery. There were the same number of bodies, both cultists, and victims, and now ghosts are spinning in a circle. Deciding this is just too weird, you slink away from this room, closing the door silently.

Still looking for some bandages you wander, noting how close you are to the exit, you sigh.
Fifth time's the charm you mumble annoyed at this unlucky conundrum. Entering the room it seems like there are bandages, in fact, there are only bandages, boxes upon boxes of bandages.

Surprised at this unusual situation you grab a few of them and freely use it to wrap around your wounded hand. Some more bandages cannot hurt.
[+1 medicine?]
Checking a few boxes you find something other than bandages, finally, it seems like some sort of currency of varying sizes, coins to be exact, about 9 big 2 small. You pocket them.
[+92 Macca]

Deciding you have had enough of the underground you head up the staircase.
The air dries up as soon as you reach the main building's first floor, weird.

On the opposite side, you see the staircase with bent steel beams barricading it, good, you're definitely where you wanted to be.

It's exactly what you would expect from a hospital, there is the main isle where the attendants would be, there are rooms for consultations, an elevator, a glass front door, a backdoor for ambulances, the whole suite of tools and locations for making a person not dead.

>Get out through the front door, you have been already discharged.
>Examine the rooms for anything you can use.
>Write-in.

>>1549380
>Examine the rooms for anything you can use.

>>1549380
>Examine the rooms for anything you can use.

>>1549391
>>1549399
Writing.

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>>1549380
>>1549380
Consultation rooms, there's bound to be something there, you're about to head out on a desert/wasteland, you probably need some supplies, the doctors may have left some work unrelated objects there.

Turning the hinge on the first one you see, you open the door.
"PaTiEnTs ShOuLd StAy In ThEiR BeDsssss!...."

It's orange, it's big, it's a lean mean doctor coat wearing killing machine, you think.
It's tentacles hover above your scalp, he is a head taller than you, most of his torso is comprised of sharp teeth.

And you thought you had issues with hunger, he is wearing a doctor's coat, not to mention the stink from his insides.

This is probably going to end up badly if you handle it poorly, defusing or fighting, you...

>Attack before he manages to set up a defense, take the upper hand.
>Say you have already been discharged, you may need to present evidence (What?)
>Back away slowly, turn around and bolt for the exit.
>Write-in.

>>1549467
>Say you have already been discharged, you may need to present evidence (What?)
Tell him you left your papers with the receptionist if he asks for proof.

>>1549467
>Attack before he manages to set up a defense, take the upper hand.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Waiting for a tiebreaker.

>>1549477
>>1549467
Sure I'll second that.

>>1549504
>>1549477
Writing.

>>1549504
If he falls for it, we might want to ambush him from behind. I mainly wanted to avoid the risk of getting bitten if we attack from the front.

>>1549517
If he does buy it and lets us go to the receptionist desk we can just bolt out the door.

Assuming Forneus isn't there.

>>1549536
We were in the lobby earlier. There wasn't a Forneus.

>>1549467
"Uh, yes..." you manage to mouth off to the mouth demon, you stare at the coat for a few seconds, there is a nametag there, an idea comes to mind.

"But I've been already discharged, Dr. Hunter" You point in the direction of the main isle as you retreat a few steps, "Dr. Hunter" looks confused.
"I left my discharge papers with the receptionist" The orange Doctor stops all body motion for a moment.

"I SeEeE..." he says in the same monotone as before, he makes way towards the receptionists his back turned towards you, is he taking off his coat?

Indeed as soon as he is without clothes he reaches with his long arm in and grabs an attendant's blazer from within the Isle.

"YoUr NaME, SiRrR..."

Ignoring how weird he looks in a female blazer a size smaller than what he should be wearing, you focus on him, "Tatiana" is it this time? Huh...

>Play along: insert name, surname.
>Bolt for the door top speed.
>Attack him, hopefully, the blazer is restraining some motion.

>>1549548
>Attack him, hopefully, the blazer is restraining some motion.

>>1549548
>Attack him, hopefully, the blazer is restraining some motion.

>>1549552
>>1549558
Alright
Give me 1d20, best of three.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>1549585

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1549585

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1549585

>>1549589
>>1549594
>>1549599
Well, you've got him on the ropes now.

>>1549548
Tatiana has no idea what's coming to her... him. That blazer serves as quite the advantage, you'd like to think.
Being at such close distance you let out a straight punch aiming for his head, one of the few places without teeth.

That caught him by surprise, dazed by your punch he is free for pummeling, a left, and another right straight.
His sense of balance is compromised, you dodge his attempt at swipes responding with another punch to his face the blazer is holding him up quite a bit.

He seems annoyed, he goes for another swipe, ripping the blazer in the process, dodging it by the skin of your teeth you let your body go slack.

A swipe from your leg brings him down, he has fallen on his front side, back fully exposed.
You...

>Stomp him.
>Bolt for the exit.
>Write in.

1d20+3 please.

Rolled 17 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>1549648
>Stomp him.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>1549648
>Stomp him

>>1549652
>>1549653
Unnatural 20, yup, he's dead.
Writing.

>>1549648
Throughout this fight, his reactions have not amounted to much, you wonder if he even is aware of the situation.
You began the offensive, and now you must finish it, a stomp to the back of his head makes quick work of Dr. Hunter/Tatiana.

Bits of skull, brain matter, and blood everywhere, some staining your shoe and leg, removing your leg slowly and inspecting your handiwork you find some magatsushi, the red glow is hypnotic...

As soon as you're back to reality, you've already consumed it, goddammit.
Nevertheless, this fight ended too quickly, you've gotten a lot stronger in such a small frame of time, you wonder about the limits of your growth.

Looking around in Dr. Hunter's consultation room you find a backpack with some water bottles, a change of clothes, and some miscellaneous
objects, mementos of a life snuffed out by the apocalypse.

Taking the backpack you head for the hospital's exit, as soon as you step out of the door you notice two people.
A blonde old man in a wheelchair being pushed by a young lady dressed in raven black.
"Congratulations on your recovery." She says.
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And that is all for today, I'll try to run this Friday. Stick around if you have some questions/complaints/ideas.
They will be very much appreciated.

>>1549741
Thanks for running man, liking it a lot so far.

>>1549741
Magatama Yamarãja is silent, it seems to have not been fed enough.

>>1549744
And thank you for playing.

>>1549741
Thanks for running, Dr. Hunter was a neat concept for a demon.

>>1549752
Depending on how you handled him you might have obtained the main character's name (player chosen), and unlocked a skill by your own power the skill is talk
The way you guys are playing is valid too.
Anyway is if the majority is on it.
And if the dice cooperate.

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We'd better recruit best girl and get her maxed out.

>>1550483
You may meet other demons along the way, with different outcomes.
The write-in function is always open,
with good reason.

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>>1550483

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"Congratulations on your recovery." The woman in black states in a neutral manner. The old man nods, eyes piercing your very existence.

There is no argument, these two are definitely too high up in the power hierarchy, chills being sent down your spine every second, your horns almost vibrating at their presence.

The old man closes his eyes, the pressure weakens. He is wearing a pure white suit with black shoes, his wrinkled skin matching the suit's paleness.

The young lady bends her body forwards, lowering her head, it seems she is listening to the man's murmurs. Inaudible even straining your hearing to the limit.

She returns into her proper posture, "It seems you already have uncovered almost everything about your current situation...".

"This Vortex World is dying, the Kagutsuchi, the sphere of light in the center, is bound to the same fate". She pauses for a moment, allowing you to process what has been said.

If what she is saying is true, the tome you've read in the sacrificial chamber is not just some work of fiction, it's a manual, a prediction, and your fate in written form.

"You, the one who is supposed to cleanse this world, so that the next one may be born". Indeed, just as you feared, your role is already set, the devourer, the destroyer, and the sacrificial lamb.

Your limbs lose a bit of their power, blood seems to drain from your face. The old man moves ever so slightly, breathing in slowly, the lady waits courteously, it appears your reaction was a tad too strong.

You study their features yet again, something to anchor you to reality. The wrinkles on the man's face, the fairness of the lady's skin, the contrast of black and white, both living breathing antitheses.

Breathing in deeply you steel your nerves, nodding in an affirmative manner. The lady proceeds.

"My master would like to make a proposition for you, a work offer if you must say."

Cont.

>>1555857
"Join the Legion of Chaos and aid in the eternal fight against the forces of light."

What? just that!? You almost rudely blurted out, might as well be tasked to kill God then.

It would not be one of the most far-fetched things you've heard or read today, you think, shifting your weight uncomfortably.

"The conditions?" you ask apprehensively.

"For you to grow strong enough." She pauses, slightly stricter in tone than before. "Becoming a worthy asset in my master's army."

You ask how would you get stronger, you were never sure about that.

"The same way you have been since the beginning of your life as a demi-fiend, slaughtering, consuming indiscriminately." Huh, that's reassuring.

"The Magatama, the source of power within you, is special, able to grow and adapt."

"Given enough time and energy, anything can happen, the only limit is the availability of resources."

"It only appears in dying worlds, so as to limit the growth of the user, to make for an easier harvest" The scripture *did* mention a sacrifice, someone has to do it seems.

"That cursed tool has been bound to you in flesh and soul, the more you grow the more it will consume, in the end, you will be demon both in heart and body."

You shoot back a question as soon as she finishes speaking, can you stop this process?

"Only if you stop consuming, even then, the collection of thoughts and curses forged by the heavens that are the Magatama will simply curse and consume you."

The words sink in like a stone in your gut, a cold feeling courses your body, fear, the simple thought of death drives you into such a state.
Death? When has she even mentioned death? Surely, there was the underlying implication in her words, you dry swallow this bitter realization, your throat moving silently.
Have you always regarded death as a thought so paralyzing? Or is it the Magatama sown into your soul driving you into such an instinct of self-preservation?

"And what if I refuse your offer?" You manage to ask, still shivering from your earlier introspection.

The old man opens his eyes, your shivers are intensified, death itself is gazing upon you.
Your whole existence, like nothing, a soap bubble, a pile of dust in an impending storm, an insect.

Cont. 2/3

>>1555860
The old man closes his eyes, the pressure recedes, you are still frozen in place, a refined and purposeful cough attracts your attention.

"Nothing will happen, the hunger will drive you mad, you will consume and be consumed by the new world's arrival."

Indeed, you are most definitely not in a position to negotiate, you have three choices, two of them end in your death.
You either consume and die, consume and be brought into an army of darkness or simply waste away into insanity and eventually death.

"As a full demon under my master's rule, you will be able to enjoy your new life as a demon for eternity."

I see, this is a "kindness", they don't exactly need you, however, you are a nice bonus, they are not exactly desperate.

"My master will send you tests every once in a while, as a measure of your abilities."

"For starters, there is a large collection of magatsushi to that direction" She points to a giant pyramid like glass structure in the distance, it's stuck to the side of the sphere, miles away from here.

"If you decide to accept this offer, there you will find the means to contact my master again."

"Farewell."

Both of them simply fade away from existence, the pressure vanishing with them, you let out a long heavy sigh.
Loosening the muscles you were tensing so hard, you breathe in.
It seems as if you have a direction to go now if you want to.
In front of you stretches a desert, you've no idea how long it is, there are no buildings or trees to give an idea of distance, only dunes, but dunes change frequently.
There is no magnetic north, you've checked in the bag's little-inbuilt compass, it seems Dr. Hunter had some outdoors experience.

You head in the direction of.

>The glass pyramid.
>A random one. Away from the pyramid
>Write-in.

>>1555865
>The glass pyramid.

>>1555865
>>The glass pyramid.
We will devour you yet, Lucy. Just wait. We'll reject that god, and we'll reject you. Just need some more power.

>>1555894
>>1555872

Every discussion might influence the choices we partake in, the soul eating suggestion opened this path. Discussions are highly welcomed~~~.
Also, going to wait for more than usual in this one.
Have fun~.

>>1555865
>The glass pyramid.
If we can get to the top, we can use it to find other landmarks. Surely the hospital wasn't the only thing to survive the Conception

>>1555865
You head into the pyramid's direction, with certain steps.

Dry air filling your lungs, the temperature is adequate.

Your new body makes traveling through the sand an effortless activity.

The light isn't harsh upon your eyes, the Kagutsuchi provides a glow similar to a fluorescent lamp.

Taking a swig of bottled water you wonder if you even need to rehydrate anymore, the magatsushi you've had so far seems to have restored and sustained some of your flesh.

Staring at the insides of the globe, you manage to catch sight of some of the tall buildings and landmarks spread across its length, is gravity even operating as it should?

It has been some time since you've begun trudging the sandy wastes, you notice a difference in the Kagutsuchi's light output.
A calm phase which shines brighter with time, six phases passing by until eventually reaching the full output, then returning to the calm phase in reverse count, in an endless loop it starts increasing again.
Counting eight phases in total, these could work as a way to track time, you wish you had a watch to measure these revolutions.

You admire the scenery for a bit.
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Give a d100, taking the second one.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1555982