You had picked up Nixie after your first night of training, her home burnt to the ground by flametroopers set on wiping out a nest of fairies inside the woodland. The small creature spat venom at you as you hovered her boot over it, and something inside you told you to spare it. Now, having been carried through combat, turned into the mascot of your unit, and even taken up arms herself you were glad for the company. It seemed Nixie had the ability to shift her form, from that a diminutive woodland creature to a full figured woman. She occupied the latter, stood beside you draped in a multitude of french cloaks stained with blood, mud, and gore. The tattered cloth hung off her, blowing in the occasional blasts of wind pressure the artillery threw out as it exploded around you. Her hair, matted down with strands of sinew was soaked by the ever constant rain. The acidic water roiled down from the heavens, cursing this damned assault and chilling you to the bone.

Behind you, the munitions dump that your unit had been tasked to assault was firmly shut from the elements. The remainders of the French honor guard and command had locked the door tight from the hell outside, though one of your comrades was intent on blowing it off the hinges. Dok was crouched beside him, trying to loop the intestines of a comrade back into his stomach. A futile effort you would hazard to guess, the yellow viscera coated in mud and grains of unspent powder and who knows what else. A shell detonated nearby, close enough to knock you all to the ground. When you finally cleared the mud from your eyes, Dok had left his work, a pistol in his hand as he fired into the advancing horde. You looked back to the trooper, only to find a man bisected by a thrown chunk of trench wood.

Hauptmann, your commander would know what to do here. A charismatic old dog of war, fallen to a member of The Choir.

You:

[1] Left him to die in the trench

[2] Let the Wulfstruppen turn him in order to save him

>>3050279
LUKA, AHHHHHHH YOU LIVE. HOLY SHIT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN??!?!?!?!

Its been so long, Fuck what was Hauptmanns feelings on the wolves again?

>>3050290
He was not a fan of them, but would you kill him for that? There's been a lot going on in life its been really hard to get into the head space to write.

>>3050292
Ah Fuck, I'm sorry Hauptmann but you're too much of a badass to not become a Lycan.

I know that feeling boss, was almost evac'ed and still scrambling for a job myself.

>>3050279
[2] Let the Wulfstruppen turn him in order to save him

>>3050294
Yeah a lot of stuff has been going down but I still have kept at work on the quest for when I could get back to it. I also had a really damn good idea for a tie in/alternate/unrelated/double MC possibly?!?!?!?! So I got that going. Good to hear you are alright though buddy.

>>3050296
Aye same as well I'd be fucking pissed if I missed any threads of these. I've been here from fucking day one god damn it! best girl is still tinker bell

I take it the tie in/alernate/unrelated/double MC is gonna be equally upsetty with a barren waifu and uh.. I dunno, I guess seelie fae squad mascot?

>>3050297
So I'm a michiganfag, grew up and lived here all my life. As a wee lad I was obsessed with the Edmund Fitzgerald and all the Great Lakes Shipwrecks. The idea that there could be up to 25,000 ships kept below the waves I regularly swim in? Fuck me it was sweet. Anyways I had a dream recently that I was stuck in the great white hurricane of 1913 and I was like hang on that would be a sweet ass setting for a monster filled horror quest. Then I realized I write a monster filled horror quest! I could fudge some dates, say the storm became permanent and grew angry, throw some Michigan lore like wendigos in there and boom! American based mariner MC that eventually gets deployed to the war.

>>3050303
As a PennFag you need to be stay your sinful hands, I ain't dealing with no spooky shit from our fucking great lakes.However that would be quite a turn of events but they would just end up dying somewhere else on the front OR to our dude here like the american? guy who we ganked from the harpy waifu.

>>3050305
Yeah I feel like I'd do all this work and then end up killing the guy I write. I still want to do it, the dream was too vivid and too good but I guess it is going to get shelved for a long time until I finish Greatest War because running two at once would be a bad idea. Maybe I could figure something out. Fellow lake fag heil

>>3050310
Don't get me wrong, Something like that would probally be a great Omeak or something for just those days you wanna write something from another side. Or hell when we die because the Choir finally catches up you can run with that guy in our place. Two quests at once right now would end up killing things even moreso I think. Aye Lake Fags heil


So do you have a rough ideas as to when you might be able to pick up the thread encase nobody shows up boss?

>>3050279
[2] Let the Wolfstruppen turn him. And hope he is not going to hate us for it

>>3050316
Yeah I'm really trying to make it a habit to write more and more because it is one of my few hobbies. In the event it is just you and I for another half hour to an hour I'll be picking this up as soon as I wake up tomorrow which will likely be around 2-4PM EST.

I really am truly happy you have enjoyed all this enough to stick around. You're a damn legend in my book, sorry for my spotty existence.

>>3050321
Ah thank god, Normal human hours. I'll be looking forward to these more fucking often then.

Look man, I said I was gonna fucking stick to this quest to see how it plays out and by fucking god I am. The odds of GOOD decent war story on this site or others is fucking low and few between. Even if we never get to see how a half-breed reacts!

Another vote brings us to two votes for turning him. We'll give it a bit longer and then I'll update!

>>3050327
Fuck the fairy

>>3050332
I would if I got the votes, and also if the battlefield was a far more forgiving place for childbirth.

Alright poured another glass of Laphroaig, writing the update.

You're all welcome to listen along to my writing music too. https://youtu.be/aur4RKAgbqE

You’d ask Hauptmann his thoughts if he wasn’t knee deep in gore, digitigrade legs covered in a shaggy black fur matted down by the thick soup of mud and human insides. The moment flashes through your head, one that you can’t predict whether you’ll regret or stand-by in the coming times. The Wulfstruppen stood in front of you, a towering hulk of muscle that whispered sweet musings about saving your commanding officer. Siegfried by your side his SchrotFlinte 6 held in a shaky grip leveled at the offending monster. Some part of you weighed the loss of Hauptmann against his usefulness, and the soldier in you won. At the end of it, the loss of life was simply one less chance at crushing the foes of The Empire.

Edward was a career soldier, a man who had walked through hell and then kept on walking further. Without him and his unit you and Siegfried would be worm food quite literally. His battlefield wisdom was irreplaceable. Anyone could lift a rifle and fight but to lead men to victory time and time again was something sorely needed by your empire. So you lowered Siegfried’s gun. The Wulfstruppen grinned and laughed, a deep guttural tone that set you on edge more than any hellish monster you had or ever would encounter did. The yellowed mouth of canines flashed forward, staining the muzzle a deep crimson. Hauptmann shuddered, weakly fumbling for his pistol and pointing it up into the chest of the offending Wulfstruppen. The monster laughed with each crack of gunfire as it chewed deeper, snapping through flesh and bone in a frenzy of gore. Siegfried stared at you, an empty look in his eyes as he swung his weapon over his shoulder and stepped away.

You turned away before you saw the monster of the empire’s design devour your friends heart. Tried not to listen to the snapping of bones and tearing of flesh as Hauptmann’s body broke and reformed and grew on itself. Only time would tell if he could conquer the beast and retain his thinking, or whether he’d become a blood fueled killing machine just like the rank and file of the Wulfstruppen. You narrowed your eyes when the beast that had finished feasting set its bloodied paw on your shoulder and whispered in your ear how good of a soldier you were.


You felt like a good soldier still, watching Hauptmann make mincemeat of the offending dead that seemed to pour towards you endlessly. You didn’t feel much like a good person though, but guilt would always lose to time. You look around as you change your magazine, slipping the empty box into one of the pouches on your canvas rig and replacing it with a full one. Deep down you ask whatever being may be watching to keep the mud from working its way into the rifles action. You settle down onto the weapon, ready to continue killing those who are already dead when you notice neither Siegfried nor Nixie can be seen.

You:

[1] Look for Nixie

[2] Look for Siegfried

[3] Keep firing

>>3050349
[1] Look for Nixie

The fucking wolves are already and Siegfried we can call out for. Plus uh, Wolf Hauptmann is cutting shit apart. We only need to fire on any that get TOO close.

>>3050351
Fire? We are Der Schaufelmeister for a reason there pal.

>>3050361
tfw no big tank backpack with soul flames coating enemy trenches.

But I meant any that actually posed a threat to us or what we're hunting for/friendlies.

>>3050364
I know what you meant anon just playing around. Seems it has become just you and I again.

>>3050367
Well boss your call to weather we keep going for the night or not.

>>3050371
I think we'll pick this up at normal human times tomorrow, we had one other vote and that was it. I'd run it just me and you but that'd get kinda gay after a while. Speaking of gay send me a message or something on my twitter lets bitch about people touching the lakes

Greatest War Quest will resume tomorrow afternoon between 2-4PM EST!

>>3050374
See ya tommorrow around that time boss.

don't let the lakes touch, That's gay.

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>>3050349
Find Nixie we need her too much
Pic related when

Getting around and we'll continue.

>>3050658
Never soon enough

Alright, Greatest War Quest continues! Two votes for Nixie i'll let it sit a bit and see if we get anymore.

>>3050790
Bitching.

>>3050349
[1] Look for Nixie

Good to see this back.

Alrighty, votes in we're searching for our fae. Updating!

Last you saw Nixie she was standing to your right side and back, firing into the horde with a stolen French semi automatic that you didn’t recognize. Now though, the rhythmic crack of her rifle had fallen silent.

“Dok! We’re down one! I’m going searching!”

You tried to make your voice carry of the constant thunder of battle and were pleased to see Dok look over at you and nod.

The trench stretches further to your right going down at a slight incline into the marshy centerlands. A trail of corpses marked your way, a few of which would be soon to reanimate. It seemed a group of French had still been alive and come up to your flank. Whether Nixie fended them off or gave chase had still to be seen.

You glance at the freshly dead and:

[1] Try to scavenge:
[A] Ammo
[B] Weapons
[C] Explosives

[2] Move past and go further down the trench

>>3050849

[1] Try to scavenge:
[A] Ammo

>>3050849
Use one of there guns to make sure the new corpses stay down to converse ammo and search for explosives along with signs of her.


I don't think we use the same size round as french, Unless we have one of there guns now?

>>3050849
>[1] Try to scavenge:
>[A] Ammo

>>3050854
I should have been more specific, there are a multitude of corpses on the ground including some german.

Looks like we're scavenging for ammo among some of the dead. Writing!

Reaching down you roll one of the french over, searching for the glimpse of gray you had seen dancing in the wind. A dead German lies face up to you, though all that remains of the face is a smoking crater and tattered skin. You grasp at the rigging under the greatcoat, yanking what ammunition out that you can. It seems he had been carrying the 9 round En-bloc clips meant for the EG37, but with some time you could load them into the empty magazines you carry for your AKG 98.

You stuff the few rounds away and step over the bodies, moving further down into the trench. Patting your rig as you walk you count out your supplies:

6x 20 Round Magazines for the AKG
0 Rounds for your Revolver
1x Combat Shovel
0x Grenades
1x Makeshift molotov
1x Gas Mask
35 loose rounds of 9.8mm

Sighing, you wonder if you’d be able to find ammunition for your revolver again without having the souls of the damned used as propellant. Ahead of you, the trench splits in a fork. The left path looks ill used, though a strange glow seems to be shimmering over the rotted wood bracing on the walls from further down. You glance over to the right, your eyes following the trail of corpses that stack themselves up at the hairpin turn.

You:

[1] Go right

[2] Go left

>>3050896
[2] Go left

Ah shit, we're out of magi-boolet

>>3050896
>[2] Go left

>>3050896
Left
Don't we get new revolver bullets by killing people with the revolver

>>3050914
No and yes. They can be manufactured as they use souls for ammunition. The merchant had said he could make them, but the last time we got them was one of the Banshee giving them to us.

>>3050919
*can't I meant can't. He couldn't make them.

Seems we're going left! Always the curious ones you guys.

>>3050919
Well I could't make them either if I died taking a big old drag of soul dust.

Guess this means we gotta beat a dude to death using the revoler

I wasn't couriost, I just thought shiney light was best girl

The bolt of your rifle slides smoothly as you check to see if a round is chambered before letting it drop with a soft thump. You take two steps forward with the weapon shouldered, hugging the splintered and molded wall on your right. In an instant, you step into the center of the trench and shoulder your weapon all at the same time. The mud covered iron sight frames your view, a post on which you scan the world. Nearby, one of the heavy siege mortars excavates a crater in the ground that showers you in a fetid sludge.

Stepping forward, you continue to scan from side to side. A few of those walking dead would be a problem, even worse if it was a live french soldier. For a moment you imagined the ice creeping forward, before shutting out the thoughts of The Choir. Whatever their design, you had beaten one. You don’t know if it was dead or not but you were sure you had done enough to the Banshee to keep her from being a problem for now.

The mud sucks at your ankles with every step, trying to drag you into the slop of gore and acidic water. The light is much brighter now, a cold blue shining out from an open door set into the side of the trench. You see faces flickering over the walls, twisting and shaping themselves in throes of sorrow and pain.

You:

[1] Open the door and move in

[2] Double back, move up the other fork

>>3050949
This is the fucking Choir at work.

[1] Open the door and move in

>>3050949
>[1] Open the door and move in

>>3050958
If only the Choir was the only thing we had to worry about.

>>3050964
WAIT NO, WHAT DID I JUST VOTE FOR. I'M IN DANGER.

>>3050972
Well worse comes to worse, I think we've got a spare bullet for ourselves.

Opening the door and here we go. Vote closed and updating!

>>3050973
I don't think bullets are gonna help us in the magical world known as trenches and soul forges.

You steel yourself for what may be ahead, bracing your rifle on top of your left arm as you grasp the door handle. Throwing open the door you step inside, only to be pulled further in as an arm grasps your rifle and drags you further in. The fist that follows cracks into your jaw, stars bursting like artillery shells behind your eyes. A second fist from the other side of the door hits you in the stomach, knocking the wind out of you and nearly sending you to your knees.

You:

[1] Swing wildly

[2] Draw your bayonet

[3] Shovel time

>>3050987
>[3] Shovel time

>>3050987
[3] Shovel time

TRUSTY SHOVEL TIME

Two votes for shovel. Shovel time it is!

>>3050987
SHUFELMEISTER

You’re ready for the next swing that comes in from your right. Ducking under it, you manage to grab onto what feels like the belt of the assailant and drag them into the other. In a practiced motion you reach down and snap your shovel free from the cloth cover on your belt. The blue light dances over the sharpened edge, a wicked glean in the darkened room. With a moment to breath you finally look at your assailants. Their uniforms are tattered and stained, but the deep blue and fleur de lis are still identifiable. The two looks no older than boys, though you yourself are nothing more than that as well.

They stand in the dim soul light, panting and shivering as everyone takes stock of the situation from either side of the room.

You:

[1] Try to de-escalate the situation

[2] Kill the bastards

>>3051043
>[1] Try to de-escalate the situation

>>3051043

[1] Try to de-escalate the situation speak to them in our native tongue if they don't speak the empires tongue murder the bastards

>>3051060
Well they are in fact french so are you just voting to kill lol?

>>3051061
Aye, Kill'em. French aren't fucking people in this war

>>3051068
I don't think anyone really are people like.

So the votes are currently tied. I'll wait for another to break it.

>>3051043
KILL WITH THE SHOVEL

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>>3051076
Are you interested in some possible character art

Alright, votes closed. Violence wins the day again.

>>3051083
Whadya mean anon?

>>3051089
I have WW1 style character art

>>3051094
Sure. I always like inspiration and character stuff.

One of the frenchman seems to droop a bit as if letting down his guard. Your hands tighten around the shovel as you lunge forward, swinging the weapon in a downward crescent that whines through the air. The one who had dropped his hands, a boyish face with blonde hair shaggy from trench growth lurches into motion. His pitiful attempt at saving himself by throwing up his arms only prolongs the inevitable, and sends pain crashing into him as your shovel splits the upraised hand in two down to the elbow.

The spray of red coats the front of your uniform and the floor under you both, the hard packed dirt turning slick. You hear the sounds of metal on leather as the frenchman to your left draws his bayonet and thrusts forward. Yanking back with the shovel you drag the screaming blonde forward, his momentum sending him slipping on his own blood and putting his temple directly in the path of his comrades hardened steel spike. The screaming stops in time with the wet thunk that emanates from the pierced skull.

You take your chance, swinging the shovel up and bisecting the other frenchmans arm at the wrist with a wet snap as your shovel cleaves bone. He staggers backward, clutching his newly found stump, now weaponless and blinded by pain. Moving as fast as you can without losing your footing you close the distance, swinging the shovel down through the top of his head, the blade biting down through his skull to the base of his neck.

The room falls silent again, only the wet gurgle of escaping blood and the quiet noises of the soul lamp in the center.

You:

[1] Search the room

[2] Move back into the trench

>>3051118
Search the room

>>3051118
>[1] Search the room

>>3051118
>Search

Alright I've got the votes, let me finish up my meal and I'll write the update!

You stand in the doorway, breathing heavily from the moment of exertion. Silence reigns for a moment, blood pounding in your ears louder than the drumming of artillery all around you. Slowly your hearing returns to normal, the shaking in your hands growing more and more as the adrenaline leaves you. Your shovel drips blood on to the ground, tufts of tendon, cloth, and viscera stuck in the teeth of the blade. You lean down, wiping it on the greatcoat of the blonde boy with a Rosalie bayonet embedded in his brain. Buttoning your shovel back into the canvas, you reach to the ground and grab your rifle.

The room isn’t much more than a small barrack room. Two bunk beds sit on either side of the room, their blankets strewn about in the hurry that the French no doubt moved with as the first of the Sturmtruppen came over the trenches. Nothing catches your eye other than the soul lamp sitting atop an ammo crate. Upon closer inspection however you notice a deep grooved square in the floor, hidden by the crate.

You glance to the french on the ground, yanking the Rosalie bayonet from its current resting place. A spurt of blood discolored with cerebral fluid spatters your boots, doing little to stain them further than they are. Driving the spike bayonet into the groove, you push the empty crate aside, careful not to jostle the soul lamp. With a grunt and heave you manage to separate the wooden trapdoor and lift it out of the way. A well used ladder sits in an illuminated shaft, heading what you would guess a good thirty feet down.

You:

[1] Down into the depths

[2] Report back to Dok, check in on the unit

>>3051189
>no option to go back the other way to find our fae.

[2] Report back to Dok, check in on the unit.

I guess we should tell the unit about the tunnel.

>>3051197
The Fae is in fact in one of the options

>>3051189
>[2] Report back to Dok, check in on the unit
Let's not go into the creepy dark tunnels without backup.

>>3051207
I'D CHANGE MY VOTE BUT IT'D BE A TIE THEN. REEE

>>3051214
What are you talking about anon? Didn't you like the last time we were in a tunnel?

>>3051217
Ties have never stopped us before

>>3051222
I'd rather fucking fight the banshee again then go into tunnels unless we could see the fae being down there.

>>3051228
You'd rather fight a Banshee than the Rotted Mother again? I guess spiders and leeches really bother some people.

>>3051233
Yes, I'd rather take something I actually can't kill then having to experience the hell that was Nam.

Don't worry, i'm sure we'll do something stupid.

Votes tallied and we're reporting to Dok. I hope no one got left behind.

>>3051245
Don't fucking do this to me, I don't need this betrayal.

The memories of the last time you were in a tunnel are still fresh, as are the wounds still only just fading that you received in a Rot Worm nest. You’d rather report the tunnel and let someone else come down with you, or preferably ahead. Keeping your rifle at a low ready, you move back through the trench in the direction you came from. The artillery barrage seems to have halted for the moment, the massive concussions and bursts of mud and shrapnel replaced with the sounds of gunfire and screams.

You begin heading back up the incline, firing a few sporadic shots into the corpses that move under you. What remains of Hauptmann’s unit stand before you, the number a precious few of what was already an under strength group. The commanding officer is nowhere to be seen, no doubt off hunting. Dok is sat outside the now open steel door into the armory. You move next to him, sitting into a low crouch.

“Dok, I see we got into that ammo dump. Did they surrender or did we force our way in?”

Dok doesn’t look up from the work he is doing, some sort of metal tongs tipped with claws in his hands that maneuver deftly inside the corpse of one of your own. A blood soaked bag hangs from his hip, no doubt filled with a menagerie of organs for harvest and hearts for soul extraction.

“We forced our way in, or well Siegfried did. We’d wiped most of those damnable creatures out here, mostly due to him. Seems he’d ran out of rounds and decided to wade into it, cleared out damn near the entire left flank.”

Dok stops talking for a moment, clearly at the most delicate part of the procedure as he pulls the heart from the dead soldier.

“Seems when it all got quiet out here, or whatever sort of quiet it can get on the battlefield that the frenchies inside there decided to peek out and see if we made it. Siegfried was waiting, put that damned bayonet through one of their chests so hard the ribs came out the back. It was pretty simple after that. Most of the dump is clear other than the planning room.”

Dok finished his operation, standing up again and pulling his handgun back out.

“You find our friend? I’ll take by her absence that the answer isn’t a yes more than likely.”

You shake your head no, disappointed that Nixie is still missing. Disappointed was understating your feelings, but you couldn’t give in to panic.

“No sight of her, but I managed to find a tunnel back there in an odd spot. Trapdoor going straight down guarded by two rather inept and frightened soldiers.” You still aren’t sure of what reason there was for them to be there, but surely there must have been one.

“Well there could be something, could be nothing. But with guards there I lean towards something. Your call Jaeger how do we want to play this? I think the men inside have got it but another gun always helps.”

You:

[1] Go clear the rest of the ammo dump, try to capture the French high command

[2] Go back to the tunnel with Dok and venture down

[3] Go back alone, let Dok stay to help the others and meet up later

>>3051299

[2] Go back to the tunnel with Dok and venture down

Oh god fucking damn it. Whelp, Rip Fae

>>3051294
>[2] Go back to the tunnel with Dok and venture down
Better safe than sorry.

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>>3051299
Go with Doc down, Gotta save the Faefu

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>>3051098
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Alright guys, I think we'll call it here for tonight. Next time we head down the tunnels with Dok to see what waits for us. We'll be running tomorrow as well, sometime before or at 4PM EST just like today. Thank you all for showing up and taking part. As always I'll be around to discuss and answer questions.

>>3051337
I like that rifle design, the big fuck off handguard is sweet.

>>3051339
Would she make a good soul lamp at the very least?

So a medics job to is collect the hearts of the dead for re purposing into soul weapons or engines/ect?

>>3051345
Would who make a good lamp? Nixie? So quick to write her off as dead I would never build a writing setting around sadness and losing.

Medics are there to fix up those who can still fight or in the event they do die to harvest the useful parts yeah.

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>>3051344
Exactly, it's a kickass Enfield copy
I really hope we can find Nixie soon, she's what we need in these trying times

>>3051352
I really dig these designs. Not gritty enough for what I view the setting as but sweet as hell regardless.

>>3051349

Easier to write them off now then keep hop until we find them tied up and being raped by horrific monsters to send towards the war front. Ya know?

So like what do they have that keeps the organ fresh then, or is it just 'oh its old but still good? '

>>3051359
Such little faith in Nixie surviving and fighting. She's been holding her own just fine Until we let her change sizes

As long as the heart doesn't rot away or is shot to shit the soul can still be extracted.

>>3051370
So what parts are harvestable FROM a person and is that just a part of a medics job or is there like a 'you get extra rations if you bring in X-number of hearts from a battle'

I swear to god if she's in our fucking pocket again, And we're just retarded

>>3051377
It is part of their job. No extra rations or rewards for it just expected. Other than the heart, limb transplants are common though rather barbaric.

Have faith man I'd never do an ass pull like that

>>3051380
Thanks for running, loving this session. Quick question, when will we begin our shovel collection?

>>3051383
As soon as you want anon. I always allow write-ins so I guess if enough people vote to find shovels we can find some shovels. Our shovel is rather special however.

>>3051380
Battle field limb transplants? Or like a PROPER medical center doing it? Cause I can't see it having a high success rate

I do have faith, Faith that in the end. Every bad choice we make can lead to somebody dying horribly.

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>>3051385
>Magic shovel
Can we get it blessed? Or get Nixie (when we find her), get her to use her magic on it

>>3051387
So lore dump for the world as it is to me. The way the limb transplants work are crude in that the medic would clean cut both the limbs, the one lost and the one being used in the transplant. They are then stapled together before being "awoken". In universe the body retains dregs of the souls that inhabited it, as such the limb that is transplanted would have remnants of the former person it belonged to. The souls then mix together, allowing the person receiving the transplant to use the limb.

However the downside to this is that these people who receive transplants develop a sort of extreme schizophrenia due to being almost two people if not more in one. Souls don't take kindly to dying and being harvested or reused. Battalions of soldiers like this are known as The Stitched. This is why prosthetic are preferable but they are expensive and difficult to find.

>>3051400
I'm not going to speak much more on our shovel other than that if we keep using it to kill things can happen.

>>3051409
Will we become the Patron Saint of Shovels?
On a more serious note, I'm guessing it's similar to the gun? Infused or something.

>>3051409
Oh well fuck, that's insane as shit. You think by now they'd find a way to uh.. deal with the soul in the limb though.

>>3051430
DER SCHAUFELMASTER

>>3051432
But if they found a way to fix it then I'd have no reason to write about creepy shambling battalions of batshit insane people covered in stitches and staples with pus filled wounds.

>>3051430
The world is your proverbial mud and blood filled foxhole and you can be whatever shovel wielding madman you want. Your guess is correct though yes, with magic and mythology being real in the world legendary weapons can exist. Mundane things can become critical to the world.

>>3051444
You are correct but that doesn't mean the success rate is always perfect. It could have a failure rate of 60 or even 80% Or when the host body nears death like the limb it forces it become that as a survival method

>>3051456
The way I see it, with people as a resource, how much would you put into an expendable resource that could easily be replaced with another member of the population. Is it necessary to fix it when the people suffering from being nutso can still fight, even if not at all full effectiveness?

>>3051460
I thought manpower was a low resource in terms of shit? Hence why Baren units and lycan units are so heavily invested into and used?

>>3051472
Manpower is both low and high if I can put that right. The nations have had enough to keep the war going, and still going however it is still necessary to preserve it. With how long I expect this to go, perhaps I should now introduce some medical advancements down the road. Good points made anon.

>>3051484
I mean war is the best reason for inventions so yay?

>>3051492
Yay it is

>>3051503
What's the holy land like in this grim and dark future/what's the status of the rest of the globe

>>3051563
Apprently america is mostly untouched outside of normal horrible spooky creatures native to the US killing folks.

>>3051563
Communist revolution failed in Russia as such it is still a constitutional monarchy. They'll be touched on soon. America is basically the only country that is still livable above ground as they haven't been invaded (yet). France, Germany, and Britain have been leveled and rendered basically uninhabitable above ground.

>>3051579
>haven't been invaded yet

Niggah, Who gonna invade them. Japan? The Ruskies? CHINA?

>>3051586
Who knows anon, who knows.

>>3051587
God damn Alantians!

Actually another real question, If the surface world is basically useless at this point for humans... What is the purpose of the trenches and battles still?

>>3051592
Fighting underground happens just as much as above. It is simply another field of warfare same with WW1. However, the majority of civilization and humans are below ground as the air is marginally more breathable. More than anything we've just had the bad luck of being above ground. Though I can assure you things are just as awful below ground

>>3051592
I'd bet mostly spite and so when they wipe out the enemy they can eventually recover the lands

>>3051600
So have entire legions/fortresses gone rogue over the war?

>>3051603
I guess

>>3051627
Some have yes.

>>3050303
Holy crap. Ontariofag and lurker since thread one here. Considering the fact I'm nigh obsessed with the Great Lakes' shipwrecks and disappearances, you just made this quest ten times better for me.

>>3052057
Good to know someone else thinks its dope as fuck. I'm gonna do something with that idea for sure.

Hey guys, not feeling the greatest today so i'll be delaying the return until later tonight, say around 7pm est. If i still don't feel well we'll just pick up tomorrow night at 10:30PM est. I'll make sure to communicate that however!

>>3052593
Darn
Get better Luka, don't let the Banshees get ya

Yeah guys, I'm just gonna sleep the night away. Tomorrow we venture down into the hole in the ground to see what horrors await us.

>>3053214
I hope they do man, I've been getting really weird headaches that make me lose my vision lately but the eye doctor said my eyes are perfectly fine. What could this all mean...

>>3053377
Sleep with a shovel next to you, I hear that scares the Banshees

>>3053377
Sleep good boss

Sleep well bossman, i normally have to catchup on ur quests cos im britfag but ill make it to a live one eventually.

I arrive home from work ready to continue the war. Let me get settled in with a beer and steak and then I'll start the update at 10:30!

Alright here we go guys! Writing the update for going back to the hole with Dok!

>>3056869
OH BOY, TIME TO HAVE MY HEART DESTROYED AGAIN.

“I’d say it would be a good bet if you came with me. With Siegfried spearheading the inside not much will be alive for long. Besides, something about that tunnel gives me a bad feeling.”

Dok laughed, a low note of despair undercutting his tone.

“I think everything out here gives bad feelings Jäger. Just part of life.”

You nod in agreement, your thoughts drifting to The Choir. Nothing seemed to end well, not before your time serving the empire and not after either. You tightened down your canvas rig, adjusting the weight across it. Dok checked the magazine on his handgun, slipping it into a dump pouch on his right side and sliding a fresh one in.

“Lead the way Jäger.”

You set off with Dok trailing slightly behind you, both of you trekking through the mire underfoot that struggles against you with each step.

“Jäger...why did you let Edward become that? From what Siegfried tells me you could have stopped it. Do you think his humanity being lost was worth another monster in the world?”

[1] Write-in

>>3056901
" I could have stopped it and let him fade for good yes, but what then? We collect his heart for it to be used in some machine? Atleast this way he can pull through any rage and reclaim most of what he was. Plus we didn't have orders to die yet. "

I uh, am not a word smith. I hope somebody else fucking comes, because I am bad at convincing people this was the right thing to do.

>>3056908
I also hope someone else shows up. Little quiet in here.

>>3056901
"He's our leader. I have faith his mind will prevail. He can hate me if he must, but at least he still lives."

Thoughts between the two?

"Yes I do dok, we're already monsters considering the amount of life we have taken"

Thoughts between all three then? A combination? One over the other? Jäger is your character guys.

>>3056949
I'm fine with combinating them all,

A combo sounds fine

Alright, writing and updating.

“Hauptmann has lead us through thick and thin, he can lead himself through this. Besides that Dok is being a Wulfstruppen too that much more a monster than what we already do? He’s free to hate me, maybe he won’t. Hopefully he won’t, but at least he lives.”

Dok seemed to mull over your words, silent for the majority of the walk. It wasn’t until you reached the fork in the trench and started going left that he spoke up.

“I think you were in a hard spot. Whether you made the right call or not I don’t know . I don’t think anyone will for some time. In terms of resources you did your job as a soldier. Morally I should have you shot. I guess setting aside your morals is what makes you a good soldier though.”

Dok stopped speaking with a pause, as if he had more to say. Instead, the two of you let the silence between you both continue. The constant chatter of gunfire and screams filled the void, soon joined with the renewed barrage of artillery. Mud and pulped corpses showered you both, and you found yourself wiping dirtied chunks of flesh from your face more than once. As the dancing blue of the soul lamp came into vision on the wall across from the door you raised your rifle to a low ready. You had been surprised by the two french soldiers the last time you pushed up, and you didn’t plan on making the same mistake twice by the freshly risen corpses you expected.

You signalled Dok forward, speaking in hand signals. Dok nodded, understanding your intentions and moving to the far side of the doorframe. In one hand he held his issued Luger, in the other some sort of wicked hacksaw that could very easily double as a machete.

You:

[1] Kick in the door

[2] Take it slow

1 kick in the door
"PAPA JOHN'S PIZZA DELIVERY"

>>3057015
>[1] Kick in the door
High speed low drag

>>3057015
[1] Kick in the door

HIGH IMPACT SEXUAL VIOLENCE INCOMING

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>>3057015
KICK DOWN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR

You nod in time with Dok, counting down to zero. In a fluid movement you raise your stained boot and kick in the door, pushing forward as soon as your foot is back on the ground. The thin wooden door swings so hard on its hinges it pulls itself off, flying off into the left corner of the room and out of sight. Sitting on the floor where you left it the soul lamp bathes the room in a sickly blue light, setting the shadows of the room dancing. The corpses of the two French soldiers are where you left them thankfully. You step over top of them, sweeping the room for any possible newcomers.

Dok follows behind you, his Luger raised and ready.

“Damn Jäger. You really are a monster in close combat. This is your handiwork right?”

You nod, looking over the still cooling corpses on the floor. The dirt underfoot has begun to turn to a thick soup like the rest outside as the fresh blood seeps into it. Dok takes a final glance at the bodies, before stepping over to look at the tunnel down into the ground.

“That sharp smell? Antiseptic, and a lot of it. It’d make sense if it was a field hospital, but this is far too small an entrance for that sort of thing. Something doesn’t seem right about this Jäger. Not right at all.”

Dok crouches next to the ladder as he finishes his sentence, glancing between you and the entrance.

“Well, who first?”

[1] You go first

[2] Dok goes first

>>3057062
[1] You go first

[1] you go first

>>3057062
>You go first
FIND NIXIE, KILL FROGS

Sturmtruppen lead the way! By that I mean us, here we go down the ladder.

Guys, I'm finding it really hard to write this update with any sense of decent prose. I think work took a bit out of me. Everyone down to continue tomorrow around 4PM EST?

Sure

>>3057117
Yeah, I have to study for a midterm anyways

>>3057121
Good luck anon! Do well for the war effort.

>>3057117
Jäger.exe has stopped responding and will get a repair team at 4pm est tomorrow.

I'm very excited to finish out this search for Nixie tomorrow. Fun things are in store because I know how much you all love being underground.

>>3057123
We'll just turn him off and on

>>3057062

[1] You go first
Dok is worth more.

Sorry for the late start guys, getting around so we can begin soon

Alright, gonna finish this update and then we're going!

Slinging your rifle over your shoulder, you grab the first rung of the ladder and swing yourself down into the shaft. You take the rungs slowly, trying to listen for anything at the bottom that may bode unwell for you. The light of the soul lamp above you begins to fade as you reach the center of the shaft. Reaching the bottom, a dim yellow glow of electrical lights beckon you from ahead. The ladder creaks as Dok sets his weight onto it and follows after you. Crouching on your knees, you wait for Dok to finally join you at the bottom of the ladder.

“Feel that Jäger? That feeling that presses on your chest? Know what that is?”

You shake your head, searching for some sense that Dok seems to have that you are missing. It dawns on you then, how loud the silence is. A ringing that consumes the edges of your senses, only the dull thump of artillery shaking the ground remains from the sound of battle. You glance around, searching for anything that might tell you about what this place is.

A sign hangs on the wall in french, the paint chipped around the stress bends in the metal as if someone had taken it in hands and bent it. On it, a stenciled image of some sort of bug is in the center of a red crossed out circle. A few bold faced french phrases are above and below the image but you hadn’t yet learned any french. The two of you step forward slowly, each with a shoulder on either side of the wooden walled tunnel. The lights overhead swing and flicker with each rumble of the artillery that slams into the ground above you two.

You both continue at a slow pace, edging forward and keeping an eye out for any other guards like those from earlier. Glancing around, you notice a small door frame coming up on your right. It seems to have been boarded up with some haste, a shoddy job with extra nails and hammer lying on the floor next to it.

You:

[1] Try to get inside it

[2] Keep moving down the main tunnel

[2] Keep moving down the main tunnel
Ya, no fuck off satan.

>>3057987
>[2] Keep moving down the main tunnel

Alright I'll guess we'll just with the two votes then. Updating!

>>3057987
[1] Try to get inside it

>>3058019
You of all people would vote that you madman

>>3058020
I WILL OPEN THE GATES OF HELL ITSELF FOR A TINY FAE.

>>3058023
Now hes got me worried, is it too late to change my vote?

>>3058024
Don't worry anon, She'll only be found after all the hope and wonderlust is forced out of her because of the demons in the dirt.

I HURT MYSELF TODAY, to see if i could still feel

You pass by the door, trying to ignore the strange shuffling and yelps that bleed through the wood of the door. Dok spins the blade in his hand once, twice, thrice, as if trying to keep his mind of the ever growing sense of wrong that permeates this tunnel. The tunnel bends ahead, a sharp ninety degree turn to the right. Dok crosses from his side of the hall, setting the hand with holding the Luger over your left shoulder.

“It gets dark past this turn Jäger, best we don’t get separated.”

You nod, the oppressive quiet making your voice and footsteps feel as loud as a barrage. You glance behind you, realizing that the tunnel has kept at a steady downward decline. At the top of the tunnel, something momentarily blocks one of the lights. A crouching humanoid shape flits from one side to the other, a strange huffing noise following with it.

You:

[1] Take a shot

[2] Tell Dok, try to keep moving

[3] Write-in

[3]
Stop, turn around, and issue a warning.

>>3058037
>Aim at it
>Tell Dok
Whoever is second puts their hand onto the firsts shoulder, we cannot get seperated

>>3058037
Backing this >>3058044

>>3058044
>>3058045
Two votes for this, let me grab some more calamari and beer before I continue the update. Seafood night is my favorite night.

>>3058037
>>3058044
Also, take it slow and make sure every step is sure

“Dok, there’s something behind us. Some sort of hunched over man. Too big to be a ghoul. Keep your arm on my shoulder or we’re going to get separated if this goes south.”

The two of you turn as a unit, casting your glance back up the tunnel. The shaking of the lights made the shadows dance and turn, providing the perfect cover for whatever was further up. You could just barely see it, a quivering humanoid shape curled in the fetal position on the floor. The mutterings and ravings of whoever or whatever it was carried to you down the tunnel, rapid french in a low voice intermixed with barked out words.

Your heart thumped in your chest, the beat increasing in time with the adrenaline that was preparing you for a fight. Slowly, Dok and you inched closer.

You:

[1] Call out to it

[2] Shoot it

[3] Write-in

>>3058044
Supporting
Oh man that midterm fucked me in the ass without lube. Should've studied earlier.

>>3058077
I'm sorry it did this to you anon. Next time you can do it!

>>3058077
>[1] Call out to it
Sorry to hear about that anon

>>3058076
>Ask Dok about his opinion on it, and also make sure that gunshot flash gets the rest of the tunnel checked out for anything useful or hostile.


>>3058077
Don't worry anon, Now you can suffer again with us!

>>3058076
>Call out to it
>Keep your pistol trained on it
>Get dok to double check the corners while we talk to it

>>3058090
We in fact do not have a pistol, only our AKG 98 semi automatic/fully automatic rifle. Dok has the pistol.

So from what I gather here we call out to it while keeping our gun on it, and ask Dok about it and to watch around us. Sound good?

>>3058115
Yup, sounds good

“Dok. Keep an eye around us when I call out, last thing we need is to get jumped.”

Dok taps your shoulder to let you know he heard, his breathing almost imperceptibly quiet. You knew that Sturmtruppen did stealth work sometimes, but Dok seemed the perfect fit. If you focused on the creature ahead it would be easy to forget Dok was even there. You tilt your rifle slightly, just enough for you to tug on the bolt and check to make sure a round was chambered. Thumbing the safety you spin it to the semi-automatic position and brace against the weapon. Despite having grown up around it, the 9.8mm Imperial was still a massive round that fought against you with every trigger pull.

“Attention, you are in a tunnel occupied by the Imperial German Empire. Come into the open slowly!”

You shout out at the thing crouching ahead of you, your voice deafening you to any other noises in the tunnel. For just a moment, the french speaking stops before resuming at a much faster pace. Every few words now the thing barks out a phrase in anger. You can see the shadow rocking against the wall much more violently, the occasional crack as wood or bone breaks.

You:

[1] Take the shot

[2] Call out again

[3] Go for quiet with your shovel

[4] Write-in

>>3058151
Fuck, it's a skinwalker
>Go in with the shovel

>>3058157
How do you know?[
[3] Go for quiet with your shovel

Two votes for quiet, quiet we go. Vote closed and updating.
Are you sure you want to get close[/spoiler?]

>>3058177
oh shit Oh Shit OH SHIT

Your rifle is loud as much as it is effective, and in the enclosed space only louder. You’d alert the entire tunnel to your presence with such a shot, and the last thing you needed was guards coming down on you or more of whatever the thing in front of you was. You let the rifle drop on its sling, hanging at your side with the barrel down. The sound of the buttons holding your shovel on your side seemed as loud as gunshots as you unsnapped them and lifted the tool up to chest height.

You take two shuffling steps forward, taking care not to let your feet leave the ground. Within fifteen feet of the thing now, you could see it was definitely human. The tattered remains of a hospital gown clung to the emaciated frame, bones seemingly poking through the skin. Some sort of snot or drool hung from its face, before being sucked back inside. Everything about this thing set you feeling wrong.

“Get up. Get up or be shot.”

Dok spoke from behind you, his voice level and firm.

The man only answered by looking up at you, eyes puffed to the point of almost blindness. You saw now what hung from his face wasn’t drool or any other bodily fluid. A wriggling white mass of larval worms span and danced from his tear ducts. With each rattling wheeze of his body a few fell from his nose. You saw him twitch as one slinked back through his tear duct, his eye rolling back involuntarily.

With unexpected speed he rushed at you, screaming in panicked french.

“Ma tête! Sortez-les de ma tête! Sors-le!”

You tried to backpedal as the distance between the two of you was closed in the blink of an eye, wiry arms outstretched at your throat as he barreled into you.It was hard to keep track of which way was up or down in the dark as you and the sickly thing tumbled over one another. Bony fingers closed over your head, and stars flew through your vision as he smashed it against the hard packed earth repeatedly.

You:

[1] Try to break the hold

[2] Fumble for your shovel

>>3058218
Let's not get concussed
[1] Try to break the hold
What the fuck is going on

>>3058218
>Break the hold

>>3058218


[1] Try to break the hold

Time to try to free ourselves. Hopefully nothing gross happens.

Blood and writhing parasites splash onto your face as you piston your arm up and forward, smashing the man’s nose into shattered cartilage. You have a brief moment of respite from the concussive blows to the back of your head, enough to frantically wipe your face of the creatures writhing in the freshly spilled blood on your face. You fight back the urge to vomit as you bite down on one intent on crawling down your throat.

The man above you screams in rage and panic as he claws at his broken nose, trying desperately to pop it back outwards. The wriggling white creatures fly through the air with every erratic shake of his head. Bellowing in pain, the man lunges down at you once more.

“Vous leur avez fait mal!”

His downward movement is arrested by Dok, shoulder checking him sideways into the dirt. The crack of his Luger sounds over and over as he dumps his magazine into the thrashing man on the ground to your right. With a wheeze he exhales for the last time, a bubbling gurgle of blood rising in his mouth. Trying not to wretch, you watch as the things inside him waste no time in crawling from his body. Thousands if not hundreds of thousands of the parasitic creatures spin and wriggle from any open wound or orifice. His face becomes a mass of off-white movement as the worms crawl from his eyes, nose, and ears.

You struggle to stand, your limbs almost as heavy as your head. Finally getting to a crouch you are stopped by the mechanical snap of Dok’s Luger closing on a fresh magazine. Your shovel is kicked away by his foot closest to you, leaving you staring down the barrel of a 9mm.

“Did they get in your mouth?! Your eyes? Did you swallow any blood?!”

Dok speaks in a quick and forceful tone, a look close to anguish on his face.

You:

[1] Write-in

>>3058283
Did... we get any in our eyes, mouth or shit like that? It says we caught one trying to crawl down our throat and got it out but did we get it anywhere else or can we check?

>>3058294
They and the blood splashed your face. Only the one that crawled into your mouth got there. Otherwise your eyes were closed due to your head getting bashed in. Do you tell Dok about it though?

>>3058296
Did we get to spit the bastard out? Or did we swallow any of the gunk that came from the worm?

>>3058298
You spat it out.

>>3058283
>Wash our mouth out with our canteen if we have anything left in it

>>3058283
WE ARE CLEAN, NONE OF WHATEVER IT WAS GOT INSIDE. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT EVEN


man, Sure am glad we're fucking dead already

>>3058325
More skull worms, but this time they're french

>>3058325
Why would I end this so soon. I still have such sights to show you

Seems rather slow in here guys, just you two. Do we continue or give it some time?

we should continue

>>3058338
Give it five minutes, comparatively to the rest of qst you're going Lightspeed

>>3058342
Really? Lightspeed how? People participating or update rate?

Alright, we're gonna update for HELL NO DOK WE'RE CLEAN ITS OKAY LOOK WE GOT WATER.

>>3058344
Update rate, I've seen quests that get maybe two updates a day

>>3058377
I thought long sessions set aside for frequent updates were the norm. Granted I haven't read a quest in quite some time.

“Dok I’m alright. I got them off in time. I’m going to grab my canteen and wash my face now okay?”

You think it better not to tell Dok about the one you had to crush in your mouth and spit out, bringing that up would only lead you to a bullet. Slowly, you reach down to your belt for your canteen. You don’t remember the last time it was filled, but you have just enough to wash most of the grime from your face. The already drying blood begins to flake from your skin. Dok watches you intently, his Luger never wavering. Around you in the dirt the small creatures writhe and dig, determined to flee the light.

“Listen to me Jäger. I don’t want to but I will shoot you. I don’t know what the hell this is, but we can’t have more of that. You’ve stumbled on something horrific down here. I thought that wretched gas we launched was bad but this, this is something far more sinister.”

With a practiced ease, Dok holsters his Luger and offers his now free hand to lift you up. You take it gladly, thankful he didn’t just shoot you to be safe. You aren’t quite sure if you’d have believed him if the roles were reversed.

“What the fuck are they Doktor. Is this common? Normal?”

Dok shakes his head, crouching to prod at the corpse with his machete.

“No Jäger, I’ve never heard anything of this. Nor have I seen it in my time on the field. Best guess? Some sort of weapon, if it's this close to the front line the french surely meant to release it.”

He slides the blade under one of the piles of worms, lifting it closer to the light. The yellowish-white worms writhe in the blood and mud, streaks of red running across their leathery skin.

“They look like Rot Worms, larval Rot Worms. See the white dots in the blood there? Eggs. I’ve never heard of them to do this. They’re scavengers not parasites.”

With a contemptuous flick he sends the pile of monsters flying off into the dark. Below you, the body is now a swarming mass of creatures feasting on the flesh. Dok swings downwards, cleaving the dead man's skull open just enough to view the brain with practiced ease. Your comrade rifles through his bag on his hip, before pulling out a lighter. Leaning close, the dancing flame illuminates a horrific sight. Thousands of the worms bend and constrict around the frontal lobe of the brain. Every now and again a blood spattered worm will bore its way up from another part of the deceased’s head meat. You could see hundreds of the tiny little holes in the greyish flesh, dotting the surface to make it look as some kind of cheese.

You shudder at the memory of the creatures on your face, your fate very nearly coming to a close.

You:

[1] Find your shovel and move further down the tunnel

[2] Search for where the man came from

retrieve shovel then find out where he came from, got to secure our flank.

>>3058400
>Acuire shovel, Find where he came from.

Fucking chirst, high Command needs to be informed.

>>3058400
>A soldier is ill prepared without his Shovel
Christ, Fae-Land rules apply from here on out

Just realized I'm nearing the 100,000 word mark. Almost to page 250 on my document. Feels good.

>>3058425
What are Fae-land rules?

>>3058440
The two most accepted ones are No Food and No Water, you don't eat or drink in Fae-Land and we probably shouldn't do either of those here. There's generally accepted other ones like No Real Names, and Be Polite

>>3058448
Makes sense. Can you "eat" the Fae though asking for a friend

Let's grab our shovel and search for more horrific monsters!

>>3058451
Only if you get them to explicitly state the terms of what they want, otherwise you'll end up getting screwed in ways you can't imagine

>>3058451
Depends on you Luka, do you want to eat the fae?
;^)

>>3058462
Is that from the SCP-4000 Taboo?

>>3058469
Nope, being raised on old fairytales taught me this

>>3058462
>screwed in ways you can't imagine
Hell yeah

>>3058477
Those ways generally ending up with your skin being made into leather while you're still alive

>>3058477
Or a Faeband deciding to have "fun" with you

Glancing over the tunnel, you see your shovel next to the boarded door. Carefully you step forward, lifting your rifle back into your hands. You can hear a scraping noise as you get closer and closer, a sort of forlorn clawing that permeates the air. You realize now that oppressive sense that Dok was talking about wasn’t the silence, but rather the scraping sound that follows through the wooden braces. All around you the scraping noise grows louder and louder. Quickly, you grab your shovel, holding it in your off hand with your rifle braced against your hip with your other hand.

“Dok, I think we need to go. Back up the tunnel and close this place off.”

Dok shakes his head in disagreement, a grimace across his features.

“That was an escape tunnel we came down. This is a tertiary line of the tunnel. Otherwise there would be more signage and splits. I’ve fought the French for years Jäger I know how they build. Besides that, I’m not letting you above ground until I know you aren’t going to carry this hellish weapon. So get back on point and let's move.”

You:

[1] Argue with Dok and insist on leaving

[2] Take point and go

[3] Listen around you

>>3058495
>Listen
We need to find Nixie
>Take point

>>3058495
>Listen and take point

> Listen around you
roll for perception check

Alright guys, nearly at the five hour mark so we're gonna do the last post of the night. Time to listen and take point.

It’s no use trying to argue in this situation, and deep down you know Dok is right anyways. Having only ran in to two scared and inept guards you knew that this was a back entrance. Stepping over the corpse you move back down the tunnel towards the bend. Dok once again sets a hand on your shoulder, allowing you to move together without getting separated.

You nearly reach the bend when you realize how quiet the tunnel has gotten. The scratching sound that followed you through the walls, digging into the corners of your brain more than any artillery had done. With a raucous howl the sound resumes at a maddeningly loud volume, joined by the sound of smashing and splintering wood. You glance behind you in time to see the nails fly from two of the boards meant to keep the wooden door closed. A gibbering wail echoes out in time with another smash that visibly buckles the frame of the door.

“Time to move Dok, looks like the only way is forward and down!”

Turning your back on the door you begin to jog forward with your rifle raised. You hear the door splinter outwards with a bang, scrabbling feet flying outwards into the tunnel behind you. Rounding the bend, the lights bounce overhead in time with the artillery, elongating the shadows one moment then shortening them the next. Dok’s Luger echoes through the tunnel as he fires behind him while the two of you run. All around you the scratching is replaced with splintering wood and the braces that line the walls buckling, bloodied fingers reaching between the cracks.

Ahead of the two of you, a massive steel door stands ajar, beckoning. On either side of it a multitude of warnings in french, and more of the signs with worms on them. Forward and down, you and Dok sprint towards the only escape from the horde of infected that close the distance faster and faster. You’re the first to cross the threshold of the door, realizing only as you enter that the lights overhead have gone out. Only the guttering light of candles lining the walls can guide your way now. You spin on your heel, dropping to one knee and firing into the oncoming men driven to rage by the infectious parasites in their brains. Dok grabs at the handle of the door, straining to pull it shut in time as the masses approach. The gunfire drives spikes into your ears in the enclosed space, each muzzle flash burning the afterimage of the approaching doom into your eyes.

Your weapon clicks as the door closes, and only a moment later does the pounding begin. With the sound of the force you’re sure the men outside are breaking their hands with each blow against the heavy steel doors.

“Jäger! Dok! Open that door we need to go!”

You turn, raising your rifle down the hallway as you change a magazine. Nixie stumbles forward out of the dark, clutching at her side with one hand and dragging a blood covered piece of wood with her other. You move to lower your rifle only for Dok to kick your aim back up with his boot.

“Look at her side Jäger. She’s bleeding.”

You notice now the trail of blood behind her, a small line of spots that have dribbled out through her fingers. You can tell even in the dark the discoloration on the blue uniform cloth pressed against her side.

“J-Jäger lower your gun...it’s me! Nixie! I haven’t been gone that long damnit!”

You:

[1] Lower your gun, ask for an explanation

[2] Defer to Dok

>>3058591
yes grab her and gtfo

And with that guys, we end for the night. Next session will be Wednesday night at 10:30PM EST! As per usual, around for questions and discussion.

>>3058591
If I kept going we'd be going another five hours before I expect to be in a comfortable place to stop. Go where? The only exit you know of was behind you. If you guys really want to open the door I guess I won't stop it.

>>3058594
>>3058587

Wait, Uh.. Then this

[1] Lower your gun, ask for an explanation

AHHH, i got fucking 5 hours and nothing more then a painful attack coming up.

>>3058587
[1]Ask for an explanation
Keep the gun raised
Can't trust anything out here in the trenches

>>3058596
Painful attack? Also if you guys really want to continue give me like an hour break then and maybe we can keep going. I just gotta take a bit to relax or my writing will start to go downhill if I have to force myself to write.

>>3058599
I am heavily invested in her and this all, but now we're gonna have to pick between Dok surviving or her.

>>3058610
What are you talking about everything always works out in Greatest War

>>3058614
Why do you hurt me. I do not need this sadness to be dragged out on purpose. We did this, We didn't check the hole sooner. We're the bad husbando.

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>>3058587
>Explaination
Hey Luka, can we get weapons forgotten by man in this quest

>>3058620
And now you'll never be able to check her hole
>>3058635
What do you mean anon?

>>3058636
Whelp, Looks Like I'll be reading the rest of this quest in achives then. I don't need this sadness in my life.

>>3058641
I'm just messing please don't go

>>3058643
Never! Woosh gono for the nighto Nah, Its actually nice to be so invested in a quest for once, It just sucks because if your so invested you know one day it has to end in some fashion and life isn't fair or fun.

>>3058636
Atlantian, Hyperborean, Lemurian, stuff made by Man long ago. Artifacts left by Those Who Came Before

>>3058680
Ah, then yes there are some things hidden in the deep reaches of the world.

>>3058691
Woot.
DER SHUFELMEISTER VILL RISE AGAIN
Nixie better not be infected

>>3058587
Shoot her.

>>3058594
Could we try to puje to get Outlook antes possible eggs that worm might hace carried, after seeing that shit, puking is almost reasonable.

>>3058587
[2] Defer to Dok

>>3058587
[1] Lower your gun, ask for an explanation
Oh boy.

Wow two votes to screw over Nixie. Never saw that coming.

>>3060073
Pay attention to the number of posts by ID from those folks

>>3060073
Uh boss?

I guess someone saw trench 11. The wormbois only transfer via direct physical contact, and actually fucking die when the host dies, which is nice. They just cause madness etc. On perhaps a more important note, we should prolly ask why the fae wants to wade back thru wormboi central to gtfo.

[1] Lower your gun, ask for an explanation

>>3060228
Yes friend?
>>3060234
I may or may not have taken some inspiration from a damn fine movie. I highly recommend others watch it. I have my own twist on it though I promise.

>>3060377
OH YOU SAID WEDNESDAY, NOT TUESDAY. I AM A FOOL

>>3060379
The ol melon needs a rest every now and again. Can't keep writing daily much as I wish or I get burnt out.

>>3060077
Shut it retard. You deserve to be shot for betraying Hauptmann

>>3060403
This war needs men and women who are willing to do what it takes to win. I will end this war or die trying even if it means turning the entire unit into Lycans.

>>3060417
This retarded thinking and shortsightedness is why this quest is going to end in disappointment.

There is no way to end this war by winning and expecting to come out as victor on top. Its like killing the two youthful Frenchmen and NPC memeing that "they weren't even human so its totally okay "lol killed u".

We had a option to save Hauptmann without turning him that was discussed in the last thread but was ignored almost entirely. Instead you chose the selfish option of saving Hauptmann for your own comfort instead of saving his soul.

>>3060429
I mean there wasn't even in a write in option for the 'saving' him option. So 1. Go fuck yourself on that.

As for the selfish option maybe show the fuck up when its running to put your vote in and don't just randomly bitch?

>>3060439
It was a write in option from last thread. There is always a option to write in and if you followed this quest and read the last thread you'd know that so you can fuck yourself instead for not reading.

>As for the selfish option
It won't matter would if i did now would it? You'd still pick that option.

Unless you have unlimited free time and watch the catalog or twitter every hour, no ones going to show up right away, its not summer anymore.

>>3058587
>[2] defer to dok

I just want to keep the gun on her until we know she's not spooky infected or some shit. This isn't a "shoot nixie right now" vote (I hope), just a reasonable precaution one.

Session tonight might get delayed, this black friday ramp up is draining me like mad. I'll let you guys know later but if it does expect another afternoon/ evening session on friday and saturday.

Yeah guys we'll have to hold off for tonight. Friday around 4pm est is what we'll go for!

Happy Thanksgiving my fellow free men. Hope you guys have plentiful and delicious food.

>>3062320
You as well boss

Oh shit this still exists? Thought you were dead.

Hey guys. Let me get some eats and get around and we'll start.

Alright, I believe having counted the votes correctly that we are to lower our gun and ask Nixie for an explanation. I'll give it five for people to trickle in and then we start!