It was only one week ago that the night sky was filled with colorful lights like something out of a dream. Many people in the city stopped what they were doing just to see the dazzling display. What made the night more than a freak weather occurrence is that no electronic device caught the lights. People tried, but no photo or recording of the night sky had the lights in. You’ve also heard rumors of strange things happening at night, but nobody ever had any proof for what they said.Because of the lights the city has become filled with scientist of various fields trying to discover what happened. More tourist have shown up trying to find the lights again. News crews have taken the chance to spin the story in their own favor. You have even had your own trouble since that night. Everyday you’ve been hit in the head with something while doing one of your two jobs. It wasn’t anything dangerous or painful, just a rock.Thankfully both jobs involved you wearing a helmet or you could have been hurt.Whoever was doing it must have been some kind of stalker. They knew you worked two jobs and even your hours. It didn’t matter if you were delivering packages on your motorcycle or riding on the garbage truck to help collect trash. It isn’t something you thought to see the cops over, mostly because you have no clue who could be doing it. The rock seemed to hit you even when nobody was around.You never could consider yourself a lucky person. Having to work two jobs just to afford your apartment, never having enough time to get a romantic partner, and scratch offs that didn’t pay out once. Some weird stalker sucked, but it could be worse. Your current night job of collecting garbage is even going well. Because it is Park Night.Cleaning a park is a nice change of pace from the streetside dumpsters that get dumped and stink up the truck all night. Even if the bugs are loud for later summer you’re not having a bad time grabbing bags of trash to load back up. You are still a garbage collector though.But then it happens. You knew it would. It had to happen at some point. You feel a sharp pain against your back and nearly drop the bag you’re currently carrying. Turning around you see the rock, it is the same one. Almost rectangular in shape. You are in a wide open stretch of grass though, and there is no sign of anyone else. It has gone on long enough, you aren’t just going to walk away this time. What will you do...>You are taking the rock for once. Maybe that will stop whoever is messing with you.>Throw the rock off into the distance.>Shout out for whoever is throwing it at you to show themselves.>Drop the garbage and start looking for the culprit.>Write-In
>>3043228>>Throw the rock off into the distance.
>>3043228>Kick the rock off into the distance.Don't pick the thing up; you don't know where it's been.
>>3043228>You are taking the rock for once. Maybe that will stop whoever is messing with you.if it is the same rock might as well keep it so it doesn't get thrown our way again
>>3043228>>Drop the garbage and start looking for the culprit.What punk is throwin rocks at us, we'll mess him up
>>3043228>You are taking the rock for once. Maybe that will stop whoever is messing with you.
>>3043228>Kick the rock off into the distance.Rider kick it.
Gonna call it for kicking the rock. Writing!
Whoever is messing with you can take the rock back and stuff it for all you care. You’re tempted to throw it, but even with your gloves you don’t know what could be on it. Looking down at the annoyance you notice a strange symbol on the rock. But that hardly registers as you’re already winding back a leg. As your foot slams into the stone it gets sent off a fair distance into some bushes. All those years of soccer paid off for something.With your nightly annoyance taken care of you set back to work. The person behind the assaults never did bother you twice in one night. As you drop off another bag your senior coworker smiles at you as he sits in the garbage truck with a drink. Frank was an alright guy. He didn’t know how to be quiet and forgot to take off his gloves before hugging people. Or he did it to mess with them, you could never tell. Like a distance uncle figure.“Don’t forget the cans on the overpass? Don’t want a repeat of your first night on park duty do you?”The man laughs at his own reminder. Your first night you totally spaced on the park’s overpass and it nearly lost you the job. Thankfully Frank covered you and took the blame for you not showing you. That was already a year ago. Time was flying by and you were still struggling to live on your own. Saving up between bills, food, and gas was proving to be more difficult than you imagined when you moved out. With a tired sigh you set back out across the park to get the elusive trash bags.(1/2)
Fireflies almost illuminate the grass as much as the light poles illuminate your path. Twin Hills Park, named for the two hills near the center of it. Between the hills a bridge was built to help joggers and give a nice view of the whole place. The trees are relatively short compared to the bridge and hilltops. While the park could be creepy at times, the fireflies and a random late night jogger help your nerves. You were always warned about going alone into certain places and while Twin Hills isn’t in a bad part of the city there have been known crimes there before.After a few minutes you reach the top of a hill and find the last few bags by a bench and vending machine. On the bench is a homeless man sleeping, his snoring louder echoing through the park. You pop the tops off the cans and grab the bags, tying them up with practiced ease. Flies converge on you, more than normal, but you wave them off. Just to be sure you pull a face mask over your mouth. Once the bags are tied up fully you look back at the homeless man one more time. That could have been you if you didn’t get lucky with your jobs. As you turn back to the bags, you catch another person out of the corner of your eye.Someone standing right over the homeless man, a hand closing in on his mouth. But when you turn around fully there is nobody there. You are confused, but figure you’re just seeing things. Until you see a millipede the size of your foot crawl out of the homeless man’s mouth without him even stirring. It crawls off the man onto the ground and starts crawling in your direction.>Stomp the bug out of instinct>Grab both bags and run back to the truck and Frank>Shout for the homeless man to wake up>Take a moment to make sure you're not hallucinating>Write-In
>>3043348>>Stomp the bug out of instinctTHE FUCK
>>3043348>Stomp the bug out of instinct
>>3043348>Stomp the bug out of instinctNasty
>>3043348>Stonp the bug out of instinct
Stomping it is. Writing.
Before you can even think about how weird the situation is you drop the trashbags by your side and step forward. With a grunt you stomp down on the creepy crawly. Even if it did come out of a man’s mouth the bug is still just a bug. Your boot and applied force kill it with a squish. You rub the purple gunk and guts onto the stone as you catch your breath. Something is wrong with that homeless man, not that you have any clue what it could be. With that strange experience behind you, you pick the trashbags up again. But whatever is going on doesn’t seem to be over as the flies start swarming the trash again. You turn and shake to try and get the insects to leave you alone. As you spin around on the bridge you notice something even weirder than the mouth millipede. Bugs are everywhere in the park.The flies around you, fireflies all over the field, you notice the jogger on a path running from a swarm of something. Grasshoppers are almost deafening with their chirping. You’ve been out during plenty of summer nights, but something has to be going on to make so many bugs this active. Another swipe at the flies and you notice the park taking on a faint green glow. Looking towards the source of the light, you look up. The sky is filled with similar strange glows and lights as a week ago, but you only see the color green.Loud clicking takes your attention off the sky. When you see the source you almost wish you kept looking up. It is a person, you think. They look to be in a very convincing costume, but Halloween is in a few months. Their skin is slimy and chitinous. Mandibles cover their mouth, their legs bend like a grasshopper’s. Worst of all, red, glowing, compound eyes stare right at you. To make it even weirder, you notice the person is flickering. One second you can see them clearly, the next it is like you are looking at them through foggy glass.The bugman’s attention suddenly turns away from you as the homeless starts to writhe on the bench. It looks like he is suffering a nightmare. You think you see a smile form on a mouth behind the mandibles. But as the man continues to squirm on the bench, still asleep, the other figure on the bridge turns back to you. You’re starting to feel light headed. Everything happening is too much. The bug man’s costume is too good. There are too many bugs. You can hardly hear anything. You…>Shout at the bugman for them to stop. The prank is going too far.>Jump over the bridge to get away, it isn’t too far a fall. Forget the trash.>Throw your trash at the bugman and tackle him.>Take the trash and try to find a hiding spot. You aren’t getting fired no matter what.>Write-In
>>3043469>>Throw your trash at the bugman and tackle him.Weird alien bugman monsters? Not in my town!
>>3043469>>Jump over the bridge to get away, it isn’t too far a fall. Forget the trash.book it
>>3043469>Snap out of it and continue to do your jobAin't got no time to be trippin
>>3043469>Throw your trash at the bugman and tackle him
>>3043469>Throw your trash at the bugman and tackle him.Heeeell naw, no way we’re letting some bug man motherfucker do in a guy, even if he’s homeless.
Going to call this majority before a tie. Give me 3d5.
Rolled 4 (1d5)>>3043500
Rolled 3, 4, 3 = 10 (3d5)>>3043500
>>3043513Meant three people give me a d5, I'll take the 3.
Rolled 5 (1d5)>>3043500
Whoever is doing this choose the wrong person to try and scare the hell out of. Winding an arm back you toss one of the trash bags at the bugman. It seems like they can’t see well because of their outfit and stagger back as the bag collides with their chest. The bugman crouches down and starts to tilt their head side to side in confusion. But you don’t give him anymore chance to recover than that. The other bag is too heavy, so you drop it as you run at the bugman shoulder first.As you close in the bugman leaps to the side, avoiding your tackle. Their strange legs allow them to stand on the railing of the bridge with ease. Looking at them in motion you see now that it can’t be a costume. Their body isn’t human. Too many parts bend in ways that can’t be possible. Either you are seeing something fake or it is a real bug creature. Before you can think more on about the creature it lunges at you, two large claws forming growing from it’s forearm.You barely manage to jump back and avoid getting cut. The bag you threw wasn’t so lucky and is cut clean in half, exposing the garbage and the flies swarming the spilled out remains. Not only is the creature real, it is deadly. Things are only looking to get worse until the bugman fades out partly and falls through the bridge. You’re left on your own for a second before you hear the clicking noise from below. Running to the railing you see the bugman leaping across the park in the direction of the lone jogger.Suddenly you’re bending over the railing. Bugs all around. You can barely stay on your feet. Something must be in the air. A surge of adrenaline gets you back to your feet in time to see a strangely dressed man in robes running from tree to tree. You felt like you’ve seen them before, but can’t place your finger on it. Whatever you do you can’t hang around the bridge for long. The stench of trash and whatever else is around would have you on your ass in a minute.>After the bugman! You have to stop it before it gets to the jogger.>Try to shake the homeless man awake. He might have an idea what is going on.>Run towards the robed man. Maybe they are a scientist?>Frank is plenty old, grab the trash and ask if he has any clue what is going on.>Write-In
>>3043553>>Run towards the robed man. Maybe they are a scientist?
You shake your head to try and focus. The jogger can keep running and outrun the bug creature, you hope. You run down the the other side of the bridge which is thankfully less bug infested than the side you came up in pursuit of the strangely dressed man. It is easy to catch up with him stopping to look through bushes and even around trees. The bugs doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all either.As you get closer you notice he is weirder than you thought. He isn’t wearing a lab coat styled robe, but a silk robe with intricate golden weaving through it. The man is also completely bald with sunglasses on in the middle of the night. To top it off you see he is wearing a collection of strange objects as necklaces. A stone circle, a jar with something dead inside, a rabbit’s paw, and a vial of some brown powder. By the time you get close enough to speak over the sound of bugs you’re almost regretting the decision.“Hey! Do you have any idea what is going on? Are you a scientist from out of town or something?”The strange man acknowledges your question and approach at least. As he stands to look you over you notice the guy is on the upper half of 6 feet. He brushes his dirt covered hands on a black t-shirt under his silk robes and hums as he looks you over. “While I do know what is going on I’m not quite a scientist. Now it is my turn to ask you. Have you seen a small stone about this big? It is very important to deal with this infestation. Oh who am I kidding you probably haven’t seen it.”His voice is smooth and sing songy, but from his gesture it seems like he was talking about the rock you earlier than night. If he knows about it then he was likely your tormentor. More importantly he says he knows what is going on. If he is lying you can call him on it. Time isn’t on your side, but you could probably talk with him a little to find out what is going on.>What is going on?>Who is he?>What does the rock do?>Why was he throwing the rock at you?>Let him know where you kicked the rock and offer to show him>Try to go find the rock on your own>Write-In[Choose 3]
>>3043665>Who is he?>Why was he throwing the rock at you?>Let him know where you kicked the rock and offer to show him
>>3043665>>Who is he?>>What does the rock do?>>Why was he throwing the rock at you?
>>3043665>What's that rock got to do with this?>Who are you>What the hell is going on
>>3043669>>3043672We're likely to get the answer to what the rock is, or at least the most relevant information on it, by asking why he threw it at us.
>Who is he?>What does the rock do?>Why was he throwing the rock at you?Wins. Writing.
>>3043685Yeah a couple of these ask the same thing really.>>3043689Oh, too late to change now. Wonder what kind of rider we're getting though.
You start with the easiest question for the guy to answer. Finding out who the weird guy is will tell you how much you can trust what he says. “Who are you?”The robed man chuckles and motions to himself. “Me? I am the man that will save this city. With my studying and what I’ve found, the name Doctor Torpos shall be you best remember. Doctor Malcolm Torpos at your service.”He extends a hand, but you have more questions. As you ask the assucatory question you rub the back of your head where your helmets saved you multiple times. A bit of anger seeps into your voice as you finally confront the man that has been bothering you for the last week, “Alright Malcolm, what is the deal with the rock? And why were you throwing it at me?”“Throw at you? I did no such thing! The rock I am talking about has a glyph like the one here and is not something that I would risk breaking by throwing around! It could stop all this if I only figured out how to use it! I thought someone must have stolen it from my lab!” The man shouts back as he holds up the stone medallion around his necklace.Looking at the medallion you realize it is the same symbol as the one on the stone. It really is the same stone, but from what Malcolm said it was stolen. How would something stolen get aimed at your head every night though? You are snapped out of your thoughts by a scream across the park. A woman. The jogger!Malcolm scoffs and adjusts his silk robe again. “There is no more time to waste talking with someone such as you. I must find my calling tonight!” He says before running off in the direction opposite of the scream.Your vision starts to blur, but you shake it off. You never needed glasses and you don’t want to start now. Trees around the park look like they are covered in webs. It seems like things are only getting worse. Something has to be done. But from what you remember the stone must have wound up close to where the scream was, by the entrance of the park. Going for the stone would mean you’ll probably run into the bugman again.>Head right for the scream, you handled the bugman before.>Try to find the stone on your way to the scream.>Tell the doctor you saw the stone and to follow you>Write-In
>>3043719>>Head right for the scream, you handled the bugman before.
>>3043719Yeah I'd say we should get the one dude to follow us, but I don't want a damn dan kuroto or some shit like that.>Try to find the stone on your way to the scream.Let's see if we can awaken our power like this.
>>3043719>>Try to find the stone on your way to the scream.
An egotistical doctor is not someone you want to talk to anymore. But if that stone is really so important then you need to find it. You start in the direction of the scream, leaving the doctor for his own search. Trying to spot a stone on the ground with so many bugs crawling around isn’t easy. You take your time making sure you don’t miss the rock. There are a few times you grab a rock only to shake off the worms and ants to find a normal rock.By the time the jogger and bugman are in sight you still haven’t found the stone. You’re also feeling incredibly tired. You can hardly keep up a steady pace. The jogging woman doesn’t look to be in much better shape. As you keep looking you catch her trip up on nothing, the bug creature right behind her.You fall to a knee and feel something hard as you land. Reaching down, you pull a stone from under you. When you flip it over you recognize the strange symbol from before. It looks like a rectangle with writing in an unknown language inside. But you have the stone!With a surge of adrenaline you hold it up at the creature, trying to figure out how to make it work. When you hold the stone out, the bug creature turns away from the woman and looks back to you. The bug man leaps towards you, but nothing happens. The stone isn’t working. You shake it, hit it, but nothing. In a matter of seconds the creature is on top of you and slashes at your hand with a forearm blade. Without realizing you block with the stone.There is a loud cracking noise, but the force of the hit has you on your back and dropped the stone. Luckily it falls on your lap. You sit up and see the creature is stunned. Looking down at yourself you notice glowing from the cracks on the rock. When you reach for it you bump it onto your belt buckle and a light envelops you as the sound of pages being flipped can be heard.(1/2)
You swear you hear the sound of guitars and an angelic choir mixed as a blinding light over takes your vision. As the light dies down you feel wide awake. Even better, you feel great! Better than you have before. Pushing yourself to your feet you notice something off. You’re covered with some kind of suit and the stone is gone!The bugman is no longer stunned, the jogging woman is passed out, but you catch another new shape in the glass of a vending machine. You move an arm, so do they. It is you. But your reflection is wearing something all new.You have on a black full bodysuit with dark red trimmings. Your lower half has silver boots with knee pads seemingly built into the suit. Your hands are covered by dull silver gloves with wrappings that spiral around your forearms. By your elbow the wrapping becomes loose and hang off your arm. On your chest is beige a chest piece that accentuates abs you didn’t even know you had. Your face is covered by some full mask. It almost looks like paper, the same beige color as your chest piece. Two ridges going vertically between your eyes form small points that stick above your forehead. Your eyes are covered by large, red bulbs, almost like the bug’s but much larger. Where the stone once was is a dark red and silver belt and what looks like a metallic tray of some kind. Inside the tray are small sheets of paper, like a book.Whatever happened, you feel all the fatigue is gone. The bug creature is cautiously circling you, but doesn’t approach. It must be waiting for you to make the first move. You notice it is still flickering in and out of focus as well. With the monster holding back it is up to you to take the offense.>Charge in with another tackle. Try to pin it down and wail on it.>Grab it by the arms and try to give it all you can with headbutts and kicks.>Don’t stop moving. Throw out weaker kicks and punches while staying on your toes.>Write-In
>>3043800>Charge in with another tackle. Try to pin it down and wail on it.Fists of fury
Fist of fury wins. Can three people give me 1d10?
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>3043830
Thanks everyone for voting so far. The thread will resume around 7-8 pm EST.
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>3043830Do a dab- I mean rider pose!
Rolled 7 (1d10)>>3043830Oops
Whatever the stone has done to you, you’re going to use to the fullest. You take off at the bug monster faster than you ever felt you ran before. Before you can tackle the bug down at the waist it tries to leap over you. You don’t allow that. You crouch down quickly and use the momentum of your run to intercept the creature mid-air. Almost twenty feet above the ground. Using one of the flowing wrappings you wrap it around the creature’s waist and slam into it.All while the two of you fall, you punch the creature over and over. When you land the creature is still trying to get free, but you won’t let up. Using your weight to hold it down allows you to pull the loose cloth free and keep up the beatdown. The bugman raises a forearm blade and attempts to slice at you, but you block it with one of your arms. It hurts, but whatever the suit is made of holds up. It isn’t just enhancing you, but armor.Another punch to the bugman’s face has your fist covered in a strange purple goop. One of the mandibles is broken. Before you can lay the smackdown anymore the creature phases out again. You fall down to the ground and get up as you see a blurry version of the bugman run towards to the overpass bridge. Your hot on the creature’s tail. From what you saw before you’re sure it is going for the old man again, for some reason it was interested in him.As the twin hills come into sight again you hear a booming voice in your head. ”Close And Open To End This Chapter”You pause your pursuit, looking around. Nobody is in sight, not even Malcolm. Whatever that voice said must have been advice. You shake your head and continue after the bugman. The creature becomes solid again, but instead of just running it motions towards you with one arm. A swarm of flies come from the bridge and fly at you. Your vision is reduced to almost zero and the force of the flies almost takes you off your feet, but you see the bugman crouch down. It is readying another jump. From below a red light begins to shine. You look and see the book on your belt is glowing brightly. >Jump and kick at the bug to intercept it again>Try lashing out with one of the arm wraps to keep it from getting away>Power through the fly swarm and race the bugman to the top of the bridge>Write-In
>>3045299>>Try lashing out with one of the arm wraps to keep it from getting away
>>3045299>Jump and kick at the bug to intercept it againJUSTICE KIIIICKK!!!
>>3045299>>3045304Supporting JUSTICE KIIIICKK
>>3045299>>Jump and kick at the bug to intercept it again
>>3045304Supporting, come on, this is the only option
Give me those d10s!
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>3045331I'm kicking as hard as I can!
>>3043855>>3045333>two 10s so far
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>3045331
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>3045331
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9Dp7_koBv0Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath. The flies don’t matter. All that does is the large bug monster. You think about what the voice said and open your eyes again. The book. Using one hand you slam the book on your waist shut, shutting off the light. Then using your palm you open it again. The light is even brighter than before.From the book fly pages that rapidly get larger. You crouch as the pages surround the bug monster. Pushing off the ground you leap high into the air. The bug attempts to leap away, but the pages close entirely around it. Stuck covered in the strange papers there is no chance for the creature to dodge. You throw your arms behind you and thrust one foot out. Before you kick the cocooned creature you let out a yell, the adrenaline getting to you.Your kick impacts against the paper covered monster hard, sending it rolling under the bridge. Once you land on both feet you roll a shoulder. The glow from the book quickly dies down and the pages fall off the creature as it tumbles. Under the opposite entrance of the tunnel the creature struggles to get up. You take one step closer. Before to bugman can get back to its feet it starts to glow. The light from the sky pours into, going right through it. As the light pours through the creature it flies right into the book on your belt.Seconds pass. Then nothing is left of the bug monster. Another second. The sound of folding paper fills your ears again as the suit seems to be pulled off you by an invisible force. The suit crumbles up into a wad of paper before flying back into the book buckle. Suddenly you’re feeling winded. From above you hear a shout. A tired and unfamiliar voice calls out.“Damn bug, get off me!”Stepping out from under the bridge you see the homeless man awake and batting a spider off of him by the railing. In the distance you hear someone crying. You rub at an eye and look down at your watch. Whatever tiredness was effecting washes away as you see the time. You’re supposed to be done with trash gathering in two minutes and that monster sliced one of the bags wide open!>Grab the one bag and get to Frank>That crying sounds oddly familiar. Go see what Malcolm is crying about.>Check on the homeless man, he seems fine now.>Make sure the jogging woman is alright and prepare to call 911.>Write-In
>>3045435>>Check on the homeless man, he seems fine now.>>Make sure the jogging woman is alright and prepare to call 911.
>>3045435>>Make sure the jogging woman is alright and prepare to call 911.
>>3045435>>That crying sounds oddly familiar. Go see what Malcolm is crying about.
>>3045435>Make sure the jogging woman is alright and prepare to call 911.>That crying sounds oddly familiar. Go see what Malcolm is crying about.We can just say some weirdo slashed our bag and use that as an excuse if anything comes of it.
Checking on the woman it is!
The trash doesn’t matter. What does matter is making sure the woman the monster attacked is okay. You take off back across the park. By the time you get to where the woman was you’re out of breath. Thankfully you can pull down your face mask without worry, most of the bugs having vanished. Your arm is still sore from where the bug monster had hit you, but you shrug it off as you walk the rest of the way.While you didn’t see the woman get hit she had taken a bad fall trying to get away from the bugman. It seems like she moved from where she had fallen and as you look around you see her sitting on a nearby bench. She’s chugging water and rubbing her head. You give her a friendly wave as you head over to her. The woman sets down the water and waves back. You notice a whelp on her forehead from where she fell.You don’t flip flop around asking the woman how she is doing. One hand is in your pocket ready to dial 9-1-1 as you ask her how she is doing. “Are you feeling alright? Looks like you have a nasty bruise”“Me? Yes I’m fine. I tripped on a root or something.” As the woman speaks you notice her hand is on her own phone.A guy in gloves, boots, and with a face mask around his neck is pretty suspicious in the middle of the night. Before you can ask anything else you phone starts buzzing. You take it out and see Frank is calling you. Turning away from the woman you answer your co-worker’s call. He doesn’t normally call you unless something important is happening.“Hey everything alright? We’re going to be behind schedule and you know how the boss gets about that. Or well anything really. Point is get a hustle on if you can.”Frank has helped you when you needed it. There were a few times you couldn’t afford lunch and he split what he brought from home with you. But can you tell him about what happened? It would be easier to just lie about it. You don’t even fully understand what happened. Either way he makes a good point about your boss. With a sigh you start back to the truck.>Tell him someone had slashed the bags.>Ride shotgun with Frank and try to explain what really happened.>Lie and say you need to call it early, you’ll owe him though.>Ignore his question and just do your job. You don’t feel awake enough to talk.>Write-In
>>3045524>>Tell him someone had slashed the bags.Just say it was a weirdo or a junkie
>>3045524>>Tell him someone had slashed the bags.
“Yeah some junkie must have slashed the last few bags. I pulled them out and the things just burst open.” You lie over the phone. It is better this way, you doubt he would believe you anyways.“Damn I hate it when that happens. I’ll let the boss know. Just a few more stops then we’re done at least.” Frank replied before hanging up.You put your phone back in your pocket and look down at your new belt buckle. You could take it off, but the book is closed and doesn’t stand out too much. When you reach the truck you give Frank a wave and hop on the back. Whatever happened you can worry about later. You need to make some money. The rest of the night is a blur of throwing trash bags out of dumpers into the back of the truck and helping Frank line up the truck to pick up dumpsters. You and Frank don’t talk much besides a little bit of small talk while the truck does heavy lifting. A couple of hours later the job is finally done and you can clock out as the trash is taken care of by people at the plant.Nobody else at the place are people you go out of your way to talk to and Frank went to go talk to the boss. So you head outside to finally head back home. Your motorcycle is an oldie, but it hasn’t broken down yet. The ride back to your apartment is peaceful as normal. Luckily your shift ends when even the roads of a big city are somewhat empty. Your apartment is on the third floor of a complex. Most of the people in the building are already asleep. When you step inside you’re too tired to even change into something else and pass out on top of your covers.When you wake up the next day your change outfits and slip the stone in your pocket next to your phone. Your day job has an early start, so you get dressed and look at the first order you have to make. Your eyes almost bulge out of your head when you see the pickup spot. A Mr. Torpos has requested you to pick something up from his office. The building is some random studio. A job is a job.You hop on your bike and ride over. He is on the first floor so it doesn’t take long to reach him. Buzzing in you hear his voice over a speaker. “Oh who is it?”>Is there really a package he wants delivered?>What does he want from you?>What happened last night?>You just want to take the package and get on with your day>Write-In
>>3045614>>What happened last night?
>>3045614>>What does he want from you?
>>3045614>Is there really a package he wants delivered?
I'll take all three in the interest of not waiting for a tiebreaker. Writing.
As strange as the doctor was if he has a package for you, you need to take it. You get paid per delivery. You press the button and remind the eccentric man who you are. Though you doubt he really forgot.“The person you met last night in the park. Do you really have a package you want me to deliver? Or is there something else you want from me?” You ask, not bothering to hide your annoyance.“Oh yes you. Well I might have a package, but I want to talk about last evening first.” You can almost feel the distaste in Malcolm’s voice.It seems like you won’t be getting something delivered. But if the weird man can tell you about what was going on then it might be worth your time. “Yeah what happened last night anyways?”“I should be the one asking you that. Stone Thief. But I’ll play your game. Last night was the seventh recorded incident involving those strange lights. It was also the sixth night that stone escaped from my studio here. Because I found it on the first night when the entire city could see the lights.”The stone came from the light? And from he was saying it seemed he recovered the stone multiple times. But what stood out was his comment about the lights. “Are you nobody else saw the lights from last night?”“That is exactly what I am saying. And it seems from where I’ve recorded incidents happening, that the stone is drawn to the areas before hand.” There is a brief silence from the speaker. After a minute you see a door further inside the building open and the tall doctor step out. “Could I interested you in some iced tea and a seat inside? It will be better than standing out there and talking through the speaker.” The doctor offered. Your throat is rather dry, but can you trust such a weird guy?>Fine, you’ll head inside. But you won’t like it.>You’re good outside. You still don’t trust the weird guy.>Let him know about the stone turning out to be a belt.>Tell him about the monster and the lights going through it.>Heading inside and telling him about what all you saw might not be a bad idea.>Write-In
>>3045711>Fine, you’ll head inside. But you won’t like it.He probably knows something, but we should be on guard for a surprise attack.
>>3045711>>3045713 >>Fine, you’ll head inside. But you won’t like it.>be on guard for a surprise attack.
>>3045711>>Fine, you’ll head inside. But you won’t like it.
Down to writing.
You grimace and head inside the studio. It will be better than talking over a speaker than a random person could overhear. Just because you’re going inside doesn’t mean you trust the strange doctor. You fully expect a drink to be drugged or for Malcolm to try and attack you from behind. As you step inside you’re surprised by the furniture. The inside of the studio is less extravagant than you expected. Given the neighborhood, serious money was being paid just to live there.The furnishing were modest. Only a few weird pieces of art on walls or shelves that mostly looks like total nonsense. You expected more. Well, the guy has a purple silk robe on this time and still those same sunglasses. As you look around the main room he steps around you, ducking into a side room. He seems to be in a better mode than last night, smiling. You aren’t sure if that is good.“Come with me, I need to show you my findings.” Malcolm said as he motioned you for to follow him the room. His smile drops and he stares right at you. “I’m hoping you still have the stone on you.”You stare back at him, but follow inside. The room opens up to be the size of like three of your bedrooms. All around are strange relics from various places, old looking books, a computer at a desk with files covering the desk, but the thing that stands out the most is a large map of the city opposite of the door. You ignore the doctor as he introduces the room, focusing on the map. There are six different colored circles, a green one on Twin Hills park telling you what it is all about.“Ah I see you like I map. Yes those areas are where I found the stone each day. I managed to get a small chip of it into a vial that led me right to the remaining chunk. All those locations are various other light incidents. Last night was clearly bugs. The one before was related to dogs it seemed.”As he keeps going on you can’t help but tune him out again. All the zones had no relation to how they formed, except for one thing. Your trash truck takes a path that leads you to almost all of them. The one outlier, a pink colored spot, you recognize the street name. You delivered flowers there. It was while you were delivering flowers than you got hit in the back of the helmet!“So where is the stone?” Malcolm asks, placing a hand on your shoulder.>What made him realize someone wasn’t taking the stone?>Show him what happened to the stone.>Tell him you never found it.>Ask him what happened to people the previous nights.>Write-In
>>3045834>>Show him what happened to the stone.
>>3045840Supporting, we can probably afford to at least show the goods.
Showing him what you got!
You might as well show him what happened. Taking the book from your pocket, you hold it up for Malcolm to look at. You don’t want him taking it, but you turn it around so he can get a good look at it. The man had a confused look on his face as you showed off the book. After about a minute he held up a hand for you to stop.The Doctor sounded genuinely confused when he asked, “That is a very small, metallic book, but where is the stone?”“This is the stone. The bug monster hit it, it cracked, there was a lot of light, then it became this.” You explain, showing him the book again. As you hold it up for him to see you flip the pages. They were all blank from what you remember. Malcolm hurries to his desk and starts to read over papers covering it. While you are flipping through you notice something different. One of the pages is colored green with what looks like a blade on on the page. Before you can look closer there is a slam from the desk that grabs your attention.“Well the book does match the photo of the symbol that was on the rock. So I guess I’ll have to believe you.” There is a small pause as Malcolm stepped from behind his desk to get closer to you. “So it was using this small book that you were able to handle the incident last night? Because before with the stone all I could was listen in and watch. It had never occured to me to go into the phenomenon and put the stone in danger.”Suddenly Malcolm takes out a wallet and pulls out enough cash to pay your next two months of rent. “Allow me to make an offer. You and I study these incidents and I pay you. How does it sound? I’ll just call you up when I find one and you can ride on over.”Your taken aback at the casual offer of so much money. If he has enough to afford living in the area the studio is in then you know he would be good for it. But if you randomly left your night job you’d get fired. It isn’t like you really enjoyed the job or anyone there except Frank though. Malcolm notices your hesitation and smiles, taking out double the amount. “Or I can take that book of your hand for even more. The choice is yours my friend.”>Take the deal to work with him. You can make it work.>You really could use the cash and the book is probably only going to bring trouble.>Tell him to stuff it, you won’t be bought to without knowing what he wants to do.>Ask for the doubled amount or you walk and he never sees the book again.>Write-In
Final update of the night folks. Will pick up again Wednesday.
>>3045953lol we have an option to ditch the quest?>Take the deal to work with him. You can make it work.Let's take a reasonable cooperative option though.
>>3045953>Take the deal to work with him. You can make it work.
>>3045953>>Take the deal to work with him. You can make it work.We either work with him if he turns out to be legit, or get an idea of what his evil plans are if he has any.
>the trashman rider One liners are going to practically write themselves
He is weird, but he seems to know what is going on with the lights. And you don’t trust him with whatever the book could do. You put out a hand for a shake and try to not grit your teeth too much. “You got a deal. I’ll help you out with this.”Malcolm simply hands over the money before going back to his computer. “Wonderful. I’ll call you when I’ve found out the next location an incident. I have a plan to track them much easier than I’ve been doing the past few nights. Oh and don’t worry about giving me your contact info. That delivery site you work for was kind enough to give it to me when I asked how to tell my courier about a sudden update.”“Is that everything then? You don’t need to run any tests or have me fill out paperwork?” You ask, still weirded out by the map.The doctor looks half at you as he keeps working at his computer. “I’ll see how you work when something happens. No need to waste our time on a test when you have something that works in the field. Oh did you want that tea? It completely slipped my mind.”“No I’m good. Thanks though.” You say before heading back outside. As you hop on your bike you think about what to do until you’re needed. Your whole day is open until Malcolm gives you a call. With so much money you could even quit one of your jobs. If the income was reliable. You could also test out of the book more, figure out how to actually make it work. Last night as an accident and if you do have to fight another monster you’d want to use that suit. You feel the extra cash in your wallet and smile. If you keep both jobs maybe you could treat yourself even.>Do your day as normal. You still don’t trust this setup to last long.>Head back to your apartment and practice using the book.>Call in sick for deliveries and go treat yourself to something nice. (What?)>Head to an auto shop and see if you can get new parts for your ride.>Write-In
>>3048560>>Do your day as normal. You still don’t trust this setup to last long.Then:>>Head back to your apartment and practice using the book.
>>3048561Supporting, but if we can only do one thing.>Do your day as normal. You still don’t trust this setup to last long.We don't want to become dependent on him, and we might be able to squeeze some practice on a lunch break or something.
>>3048560>Do your day as normal. You still don’t trust this setup to last long.
The combo takes it. You aren't working every minute.
Becoming dependent on handouts from a random scientist isn’t a good idea. Looking at your phone, you take another courier job and drive off. For a few more hours you drive through the city taking packages from place to place. Sometimes it is businesses that hire you, other times you have to pick up boxes from people. Being hired through a website has some perks at least. In the afternoon you simply sign out and no more jobs come your way.You head back to your apartment for a lunch break and to experiment with the book. Once inside you lock the door and fix some ramen while looking over the book. You don’t see any technology on it. Flipping through the pages all you see is metal and paper. When you’re finished eating you do the one thing you remember that caused the suit to appear and put the book in front of your belt like a buckle.Your belt is covered by the strange new belt as before, but nothing else happens. That is when you remember you hit the book open by accident after having fallen. Using your palm again you hit the front cover to the side and get rewarded with your vision being covered by large pieces of paper flying out of the book. Your vision is overtaken by the blinding white of the papers before everything becomes clear again. Looking in the reflection of your microwave you see the familiar suit from last night.Then you hear your doorbell ring. The voice of your land lady comes through clear as day. “Do you have your rent for this month?”(1/2)
Trying to get to your wallet proves to be impossible with the suit on. “Just a minute!” You call back hoping your voice isn’t too muffled by the helmet.After a few seconds of scrambling you try closing the book. Closing the book pulls the suit right off you and allows you to hand over the money for the month without issue. Though your land lady, the old susicpous woman she is, looks you over before going off. You wait a few minutes for her to get far away before testing out the transformation again a few more times.In the middle of a test you get a text from Frank. Your boss didn’t care about the bags getting slashed, but he is going to be keeping a close eye on your work schedule. You let out a sigh, great. You’re never going to get anywhere with your boss holding you down and keeping you on the lowest wage job even after working there a year.With your lunch break soon over you get back to making deliveries. But as you ride by Malcolm’s studio to deliver one package you notice him standing on top of his building during a red light. It looks like he is holding some kind of metal container, but you don’t have long to look.As evening rolls around and you get a small two hour gap between jobs you start to drive back home only to feel your phone buzzing. It is Malcolm. You pull to the side and answer.“Quickly come to the corner of 4th and Clarkson. My new system has detected lights and I don’t want to approach without you.” The man sounds excited more than anything else over the phone.That isn’t too far away so you put the pedal to medal. You see Malcolm standing outside a normal looking apartment building with nothing strange going on. The man waves you over so you pull up next to him. >You don’t see anything strange.>What did he mean by new system?>Was this just a drill to waste your time?>Ask him what the situation is.>Write-In
>>3048629>>What did he mean by new system?
>>3048629>Ask him what the situation is.
A Kamen Rider quest? Damn you beat me to the punch. This looks pretty awesome though so I'm looking forward to it.>>3048629>Ask him what the situation is.
Situation and System. Writing!>>3048638Glad you're excited.
“What is the situation? Doesn’t look like there are any lights.” You ask as you hop off your ride and set the helmet back on it.Malcolm wags his finger and looks up, not even facing you as he speaks. “Yet. They should form in a few minutes.”“How do you know? Is it using that new system? What do you even mean by that?” You ask. From what you remember the old system was following the rock, but that isn’t an option for him anymore.“It is simple. I sent the stone sample to one of my friends who told me it had a unique signature on a few spectrums. I told him I’d let him study it eventually once I ran enough tests on it. But I ground it up and threw it off my building. The stone wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be. Knowing the stone was drawn to where these lights formed I used another contact of mine to get a view of the city and was able to follow the dust of the rock to this building with a satellite view.”You stare at Malcolm, wondering just how many influential people he knows. It is no wonder he was able to hand out so much cash. The doctor pulls out tablet and looks back at the building with a grin. You think you hear him mutter something, but can’t make out what.The sun has already start to set, giving the sky an orange tint. But you notice the color above the building seems to drain. A dark grey begins to form above the building almost like thick smoke. You can see through it though. Grey lights have formed, but you don’t notice anything strange going on outside. A scream from inside the apartment draws your attention back to the building. Malcolm pats you on the back with a wide smile, forcing you forward.“Lead the way Field Expert. We need to see what is going on in there!” He says, tablet in the other hand.People on the street seemed to have heard the scream and a few start to point at the lights, but you notice the sidewalk is rather empty for the time of day. Going in there is what you’re being paid for though. And if people are in danger the book might give you a chance to help them.>Charge in ready to punch another monster.>Head in carefully, you can’t be reckless.>Try to find a fire escape and climb up to where you heard the scream.>Transform there on the street then head in.>Write-In
>>3048678>>Charge in ready to punch another monster.HEROIC SPIRIT
>>3048678Well, I wanted to break through a window but I guess we can charge in too.>Charge in ready to punch another monster.IS IT GOLGOM??!!
>>3048678>>Charge in ready to punch another monster.
>Charge in ready to punch another monster.
>>3048688>>3048690>>3048691>>3048695I'm glad we have agreed so far this thread that our MC should be a hot-blooded hero of justice instead of the usual pussyfoot diplomancer/strategist
>>3048697Kamen Rider is all about being hot blooded hero of Justice! We punch and kick and save the day.>inb4 QM uses that to kill us.
Writing!>>3048700I wouldn't be that mean probably
If it is the same as last time then you’re going to have to beat some monster to stop whatever is going on inside. You take a deep breath before charging through the door of the apartment with Malcolm hot on your heels. The lobby seems fairly normal for your average apartment building. A few chairs, a front desk, elevators and stairs to higher floors, but you don’t see anyone. No bugs either.You start to run further inside, but hear whimpering coming from the front desk. Malcolm backs away, keeping his tablet trained on you like a camera. Peeking behind the desk your eyes go wide when you see a woman struggling to free her foot from the a square hole in the floor. Hopping over you don’t hesitate to give her a hand and help pull her free.“Thank you! Thank you! I don’t know what happened but all of a sudden it was like part of the floor gave away. I tried to get up but tripped and got my foot stuck.” The woman says, holding onto your arms tightly.“Ma’am you should get out here. It isn’t safe.” Malcolm interrupts before you can say anything.The woman is out of the building in a few seconds, running outside. From the looks of it she was an employee. Whatever is going on is different than before. You hop over the desk again and start to look between your options. The first floor is only the lobby. Stairs would get you up every floor, but you aren’t sure where you are going inside even. The scream sounded like it was from the third floor.Malcolm is standing back with a grin on his face as he types away, you doubt he will be any help. The elevator would be a quicker way to any of the six floors, though you aren’t sure if you should be taking it. As you weigh your options you notice something strange. Standing in one place you start to feel your footing is uneven. You step to the side and see the floor was rising right under your feet!“I hope this won’t interfere with them...” Malcolm mutters aloud as he seems to pick up on the same thing. The man starts to move around as he looks down at his tablet.>What he is talking about with “them”?>Hurry up the stairs to the floor you heard the scream from.>Take the elevator up to the floor with the scream.>Take the stairs to the second floor and make sure nobody else is in danger first.>Write-In
>>3048712>Take the stairs to the second floor and make sure nobody else is in danger first.See if everyone is safe. If standing still makes us sink into the floor then taking the elevator definitely isnt an option. All we can do there is stand.
>>3048712>Take the elevator up to the floor with the scream.>What he is talking about with “them”?We can talk on the way right?
>>3048712>Take the stairs to the second floor and make sure nobody else is in danger first.
>>3048722Yeah you can. Generally dialogue isn't limited unless in the middle of a fight or on a time limit.
Stairs it is!Can three people give me d5s?
Rolled 5 (1d5)>>3048738
Rolled 2 (1d5)>>3048738
Rolled 1 (1d5)>>3048738Too much pressure QM.
You start for the stairwell. Just because one person screams doesn’t mean other people aren’t in danger. When you open the door everything seems fine at first, but you don’t stop moving. Malcolm is keeping a few steps behind you as you start up the stairs. He is acting even more susicopius then when you first met though.“What did you mean by them back there?” You ask, turning to face him for a second as you keep climbing..“Oh it isn’t anything for you to worry about. I set up something outside while I waited for you to arrive.” He says, trying to wave off any suspicion.You’re tempted to press him for more info, but when you look back in front of you, the walls are moving. Towards you! You barely avoid being crushed between the wall and railing of the stairs, making it to the landing. Malcolm isn’t so lucky. While you don’t hear him crying for help it is clear he didn’t make it with you. You Look back down the stairs quickly and see him going back to the lobby from the stairwell.“We’ve been cut off it seems! I’ll try to find another way!” He shouts before going through the door and out of sight.There isn’t a chance to tell him to stop. As weird as the guy is you hope he doesn’t get himself killed. You keep moving to avoid being crushed by any more sudden changes and enter the hallway of the second floor. One step in and you can tell how much the floor is effected. Some doors have their frames randomly lowering and rising back up, crushing the wooden doors. Thankfully you don’t see any people trapped.Hurrying further down the hall you hear another scream, this one a guy’s. The floor is almost rolling under you like a wave of cubes as you run through. It is difficult to keep your footing, but you manage. When you round a corner to the other line of rooms you see the source of the scream.(1/2)
On the floor is a teenage guy that looks pretty out of shape scrambling to get away from something as the floor and ceiling just barely miss crushing him like a set of teeth. Each time the walls close, the figure walks through before returning to a solid form. It is humanoid with skin that looks like stone. It’s hands and wrists have chains wrapped around them and on the creature’s barrel chested torso is a dark hole. The hole has bars covering it like a prison cell and you see a pair of stone hands wrapped around the bars. The monster’s head is a cube with a circular hole, two glowing yellow eyes shining out of the darkness.“You gotta help me!” Cries the teen as he tries to get to his feet again, only to be tripped up by the floor under him randomly jutting up.One door to your side seems to be open and isn’t being heavily affected. But if you rush in there is a chance you’ll get crushed yourself. No, you can’t leave the teen to be killed.>Try to lure the monster into the side room with a taunt.>Rush in to try and punch it right in the face hole.>Help get the teen around the corner before attacking the monster.>Transform and try to pull the kid to safety with the wrapping.>Write-In
>>3048765>>Rush in to try and punch it right in the face hole.JUSTICE PUNCH
>>3048765>>Rush in to try and punch it right in the face hole.
>>3048765>Transform and try to pull the kid to safety with the wrapping.If there was ever a time to pose and transform. It would be now.
>>3048765>Transform and try to pull the kid to safety with the wrapping.Darkness huh, well let's light it up with our RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE!!
Gonna give it 5 more minutes before I roll for the tiebreaker.
>>3048783>>3048766I'll change to transform because it seems like the best answer, I just thought it would be funny to see what trouble we got into.
>>3048786With that I need some d10s!
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>3048787FOR GREAT JUSTICE
Rolled 5 (1d10)>>3048787Time for my third 10 in a row!
>>3048789>>3048788YOU STOLE MY 10
>>3048788Ya did it anon!
>>3048791IT WAS FOR JUSTICE THO
>>3048788Time to go to pound town boys
Just need one more die.
Rolled 3 (1d10)>>3048787
Rolled 4 (1d10)>>3048787
Priority number one is saving the teen. You pull the book from a pocket and slap it in place, the new belt forming on you. While you wind back with one hand you use the other to pull the book open and let pages cover you. The second the transformation is over and you can see again you thrust one first forward. The loose wrappings from your arm seem to understand your thoughts and launch forward, wrapping around the arms of the teen.“Hold on tight!” You shout as you pull back your arm.The teen is in awe as he is pulled from the ground and over your head in the tight corridor. From the way he was struggling to get away you decide to save him yourself. Using your arm to steer the wrappings you peek into the open room and spot an open window. With ease you get the pudgy teen through the door and out the window onto the fire escape and hopefully out of range of the monster.With the kid safe, you turn your attention back on the monster. The two glowing dots become slanted as it rushed towards you. You intercept the monster’s charge with a punch to the. But the hands on the bars let go then grab onto your fist. You give two more swift jabs to the chest cell, but the creature doesn’t let go. Instead of hitting you with one of it’s stone fist the creature delivers a palm strike to your chest which is quickly following up with a part of the floor rising at an angle into your side.In return you slam your fist into the side of the monster’s head, causing it to finally let go and stumble back. You’re about to charge into the fight the creature more when a part of the wall moves to cut off your path towards it. As you look for another path you notice all the other doors in the hall slam shut with their frames closing in on themselves.Without a clue of where the monster could be you start try to think of what to do, but notice something off. Your suit didn’t make you taller before, but it looks like has when you look around. Then you spot a crack on one of the walls covered by the ceiling. It is trying to crush you! You need to act fast before you get crushed.>Run back to the stairwell>Try to bust into one of the rooms.>See if you can bust through the old flooring.>Write-In
>>3048820>>See if you can bust through the old flooring.
Just two d10s
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>3048836
Finally, some good fucking rolls
You aren’t sure if you can get back to the stairs fast enough and the rooms could have their ceilings lowered too. Instead of risking getting yourself crushed you notice how old the floors of the apartment area compared to the walls. Pushing off the floor, you jump as high as you can with the rapidly lowering ceiling. Using your arms you push yourself back down with both your feet stuck out.With the suit enhancing your body, you crash through the floor. Luckily the entire floor doesn’t follow and you land on a small pile of rubble. The room you landed in has a few washing and drying machines, a laundry room. Looking up you see the hole you came from is blocked by something already. Moving out of the room you are back in the lobby. Malcolm isn’t anywhere in sight. The monster isn’t anywhere to be seen either.Climbing the building is going to be almost impossible if the monster can just close off any path you try to take. You need some way of working around it. Your options are limited, but every second you spend thinking about it is another someone could be killed by the walls closing in on them.Moving around you open the elevator just to take a look and you see those are already no longer an option. The crushed remains of them lay at the bottom of the shaft. When you poke your head in and look up you see one of the doors on a higher floor is open, but you can’t see anyone there.>Trying climbing up the shaft to the open door.>Takes the stairs again and brute force your way if you have to.>Look for any tracks Malcolm might have left and follow those.>Head outside and try to get to the top without being seen.>Write-In
>>3048868>>Trying climbing up the shaft to the open door.
>>3048868>Trying climbing up the shaft to the open door.
You hop into the elevator shaft and the suit makes it possible to climb up using handholds of various pieces of metal. Just in case you even use the wrapping to help you grab ahold and not slip. As you climb you you can tell the open door will take you all the way to the fourth floor. It seems the monster doesn’t notice your climbing as there aren’t any obstacles as you make your way up.With a small jump you land on the fourth floor and see how much the monster had already changed the floor. The hallway is narrow, barely enough room for your to walk straight. You can’t see any doors, but you can hear faint sobbing through the walls. The monster blocked every door on the floor by raising the floor to block them. At least it seems like the people are alive, if trapped in their rooms.As you go further down the hall you start to lose what little space you had, making you have move sideways to progress through the floor. On the far end you see a door left open, but when you finally get through the extremely narrow corridor you stumble into someone’s living room. On the couch sprawled out is a woman who looks like she has throw off a blanket in her sleep. The living room and what connected rooms you see all have their doors and windows open.The woman’s face is constantly contorting like she is having a bad dream. From back the way you came you hear a voice. It sounds distorted and incredibly deep. “Stay away. Stay inside.”Turning to look around you see the face of the stone monster looking at you from the other side of the narrow corridor. It can talk. The monster uses its hands to expand the hallway manually and starts to walk closer. “Too brave. Too much trouble.”Even with the monster closing in you aren’t cornered. You could always use a window to escape. But you aren’t the type of person to run away. If you can beat the monster fast enough it won’t be able to phase out and get away. As the monster gets closer you notice it looks slightly bigger than before. And more defined. It doesn’t seem to be phasing out as it closes in on you anymore.>Restrain it with your wrappings before it gets inside from the hall.>Let it come inside, then immediately kick it in the face.>Try to lure it outside so it has less walls to hit you with.>What if you flipped to that green page in the book?>Write-In[Final vote of the night. Continue roughly the same time Friday.]
>>3048907>>Let it come inside, then immediately kick it in the face.Justice Boot 2: Electric Boot-galoo.
Bad News: A family situation has come up. Good News: Starting time will be roughly 3-4 pm EST Saturday.Also kicking has taken it. So three people can go ahead and roll d10s.
Rolled 10 (1d10)>>3050834
Rolled 8 (1d10)>>3050834
Rolled 1 (1d10)>>3050834
Letting the monster get into the doorway will limit its mobility. So you wait. As the stone creature takes one step inside you sprint towards it and jump. You stick out out both feet to drop kick the creature before it can get any closer. The monster is too slow to react, giving you a clean hit and sending it back into the hallway. Your suit even allows you to bounce off the creature after the kick and land on you feet.The stone creature stumbles back until it’s back hits part of the narrowed hallway it forced itself through. “Away from her!” It shouts, the voice loud enough to shake the ground.As the monster charges in you position yourself to intercept it once it gets inside. But you also have to keep an eye on your surroundings in case it uses a surface to attack you again. Small decorations fall off a shelf behind you as the monster charges in. You go low and attempt a leg sweep to put it off balance. Your leg slams into the side of the creature’s. The suit gives you the strength to make it hurt.It doesn’t stop the monster’s charge. Before you can move out of the way the monster sends a fist low and slams into your helmet. The extra size gave it more strength than before, causing the hit to send you flying back. You nearly collide with the woman on the sleeping couch, going right over her. Your back hits hits the ceiling first, then the ceiling hits back by dropping on top of you. Your pinned to the ground by the chunk of ceiling, but you can still fight.Before you can start to free yourself the woman on the couch screams in her sleep. You can’t see her, but it doesn't sound like she is waking up either. The pressure on your chest and back keep building as the monster walks closer. You can see it’s two glowing eyes looking at you from above. It is going to crush your spine through the suit if you don’t do something fast, but you can still reach the belt.>Muster every ounce of strength to force yourself up again the pillar on top of you.>Use your wraps to pull the monster close to keep hitting it before you’re crushed.>Transform back to get the ceiling off you for a second and roll out of the way.>Try activating the book’s finishing move to destroy the pillar.>Write-In[Sorry for the delay. Having a healthy and regular sleep schedule is important.]
>>3053465>Muster every ounce of strength to force yourself up again the pillar on top of you.
>>3053465>>Muster every ounce of strength to force yourself up again the pillar on top of you.
Fancy tricks will just get you killed. You grit your teeth behind the helmet. Slamming your hands into the ground you focus everything you have on pushing back against the ceiling being forced down on you. Instead of worrying about you, the monster is looking over the woman. Slowly but surely you force yourself up enough to start using your knees to help you. Once there is enough space you roll out from under the pillar. And without your pushing against it the chunk of ceiling slams into the ground.You get to your feet slowly, your back still incredibly sore. But the monster is still ignoring you. No longer on the ground you can see what it is doing. It is holding a hand over the woman’s face. The woman is no longer writhing in her sleep, but you notice in the monster’s chest cage a face is forming. You rush forward to punch the monster to get it away from her but it doesn’t budge.“Go away!” Shouts the monster again as it finally turns to you. This time the voice is different, more feminine.It swings an arm in your direction while still keeping a hand over the woman’s face. The swing is slow and hardly aimed at you. The monster has to be stopped from whatever it is doing, but you need to get it away from the woman. Your options are limited with how heavy the stone monster has become.“Get off of her!” You shout while still pummeling away at the creature’s side and head.Nothing seems to be working anymore. You can’t brute force the monster anymore. But there has to be a way. Even when things aren’t going your way you’ve always managed to scrape by. Tightening your fist even more you feel your fingers digging into your hand through the suit. Then you notice a red glow emanating from the belt.The strange voice echoes through your head once again, ”This chapter should not have a sad ending. ”>Open and close the book, then kick the monster in the dome.>Grab the woman and get out the open window.>Try the blade page then Open and close the book.>Try to shake the woman awake, that might do something.>Write-In
>>3053691>Open and close the book, then kick the monster in the dome.
3 d10s it is!
Rolled 9 (1d10)>>3053710
Rolled 2 (1d10)>>3053822So we're just skipping the equip upgrade huh. Fine by me.
Rolled 7 (1d10)>>3053822
Last time the book glowed you were able to destroy the monster with a strong attack. You slam the book closed, the monster keeps ignoring you. Moving to get a better angle you get on the opposite side of the couch from the stone monster. As you open the book again the entire room is bathed in a red light.When pages fly from the book, you start to run at the couch. The pieces of paper grow in size and wrap around the monster just like before. Before running directly into the couch you leap over it, thrusting one foot forward. You aim right for the head of the cocooned monster. Power surges through you right before the kick lands and your kick lands with a resounding thud.Finally the monster moves as your kick sends it back out the door and into the hall. The brute is lodged between the raised floor they barricaded other rooms with. You land in front of the couch, feeling drained. Out of habit you quickly run your hands over your thighs. The whole apartment then starts to rumble as all of the moved walls start to return in place. Looking to the paper covered monster you see a faint grey glow pour into the hall from above. The light runs through the monster and into the book on your waist.Your have to squint to see through the grey light as it fills your vision, but after a few seconds the light fades away. The paper that once covered the monster crumbles up and flies into the book and the suit is close behind. Left without the suit and things returning to normal, you sigh. Tired, but content. Another monster was defeated. You hope each one doesn’t keep getting stronger. As you take a moment to catch your breath you hear a rustling behind you. Then a sudden scream. The woman is no longer asleep.“What are you doing in here? Is this still a dream?” Her voice is frantic. You turn to see the woman with long dark hair, staring at you. “Get out of my apartment!” She yells, grabbing a couch cushion.>Try to calm her down and ask about her dream.>Get out before she calls the cops.>Walk out and focus on finding Malcolm.>Play it off as a misunderstanding and introduce yourself.>Write-In
>>3053990>>Play it off as a misunderstanding and introduce yourself.Is she hot?
>>3053990>Get out before she calls the cops.she wouldn't believe us anyway
>>3054018Looks about like this.
>>3053990>>Play it off as a misunderstanding and introduce yourself.Thought there was a home invasion, I'm sorry.
>>3054018How are we gonna play this as a misunderstanding, we're in her apartment. What's the plan?>>3053990Well I was gonna ask about the dream seeing as how it's the name of the game and all but for the sake of carrying on, i'll choose>Get out before she calls the cops.
>>3054088>>3054090Update button is worthlessAlright fine, I'll change to being a weirdo>It's a misunderstanding
Writing. Thanks for those tiebreakers
>>3054090Well she did scream in her sleep, so maybe we were passing by and thought she was getting attacked or something?
Having an angry woman think you broke into her house isn’t a good first impression. You’d rather not have her call the cops on you too. She wouldn’t believe what happened if you told her though, so you think of an excuse to be inside the apartment. “I heard screaming and saw a door left open, thought you were getting robbed.”The woman keeps the cushion in front of her, but drops her yelling to just an accusatory tone. “And why come in here instead of calling the cops, huh?”“Because I’m not going to sit by if someone else is in danger. You sure everything was alright?” At least that isn’t a lie. Even as a kid you were the one to join in on a fight to try and separate the two people originally fighting.“Yes, I was just having a bad dream.” She insists, standing up from the couch. Her attitude is getting better.You still don’t understand one thing and ask about it while starting to back up. “Then why is every door open?”She brushes the bedhead out of her face and points to the door behind you. Her grey eyes stare right into yours. “Because I like having moving air. Now can you go?” “Alright I’m going. Name i-”You are cut off before you can give your name. “Whatever. Thanks for checking on me I guess. Close the door on your way out.”You give up on trying to get her in a better mood and take not having the cops called. Once back in the hall you close to the door behind you and check your phone. You notice a glimmer in the reflection of the screen. Turning around, you don't seem anything there. With a shrug you chalk it up to coming off the adrenaline.(1/2)
The hallway is perfectly normal again. You look to your original path to the floor and see the elevators are still broken though. A buzzing alerts you to a text. Checking on it you see a message from Malcolm. “You can go home. Discussion tomorrow.”Well you don’t have to deal with him for the rest of the day. According to your phone you even have an hour before you shift of collecting garbage. Everything seems to be going fine as you leave the apartment complex. People outside have mostly dispersed with the light gone and nobody pays much attention as you walk out. Hopping on your bike you start to think of what to do for dinner.As you put your helmet on your see the teen you saved coming over to you. “Hey! Dude who are you?”“Huh?” You raise an eyebrow, though the visor of your helmet hides it.“Like who are you? You saved my life man, I gotta write about you on my blog. I need a name though. Sick costume by the way and whatever those whip things were.” He pulls out his phone and takes a picture of you in the middle of punching at the monster in the suit.This could be a real problem. If it gets out that the book does what it does Malcolm probably won’t be the only person trying to get a piece of you. With so many out of town scientists in the city and governments wanting to find out how you work that could be literal.>Just drive off.>Give him your name. How many people could possibly read this kid’s blog?>Make up a fake name on the spot.>Tell him to give you a cool name, you don’t care.>Write-In
>>3054231>"Just a guy doing the right thing.">Drive
>>3054231>>Make up a fake name on the spot.Uhhh, Monster ... Puncher ... Man.
Just a guy takes it. Writing.
“Just a guy doing the right thing.” You say with a nod as you rev your bike.You drive off before the kid can say anything else. The sun has mostly set, giving you plenty of space to drift through the lanes. You’ve always been the guy to do the right thing even when it meant something bad happening bad to you. That is why you’re living in a cramped apartment working two jobs. As you ride your motorcycle your mind drifts back to when you first left home.Fresh out of high school, taking college classes, unaware how much the big city would be compared to your rural home. You were going to be a soccer star. One night you had even found a lottery ticket on the ground, then when you listened to the drawing it had won. But it wasn’t your ticket. So you gave it to the station and told them you wouldn’t take the money. You aren’t sure if the person that did claim the prize was the rightful owner, but you hope so. You’ll be a somebody still. Even after the night everything went to hell. It just means you have to work your way from even lower than you started.Whatever was going on with the monsters you’d solve it one step at a time. Nobody died to those things yet. And you would keep it that way. At a redlight you quickly checked the book and saw yet another new page. A silver one with bars like a prison cell. With your little time before work you could get something done.>Head over early to hang out with Frank.>Figure out if the other pages do anything.>Take a nap.>Write-In======The traffic cameras watched the man drive off from Site 8. He was going to be a problem. But you have your plans. You have the data. They are eating out of the palm of your hand. That is all you need. One way or another you are going to control what is going on in the city. It was time to move things to the next step. A controlled environment is needed. It was time to begin Project Lucid.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H7KTRpmeTdM
That is the final vote for now. Thank you all for playing. Next thread will be Wednesday around 6pm EST.
>>3054385>>Head over early to hang out with Frank.
>>3054385>Head over early to hang out with Frank.Let's give Frank some love, we'll figure this book out in another episode.
I forgot thanksgiving was a thing. Sorry people, follow up thread will come when things are less busy.