If anyone would like to save the previous thread its here >>3111491>>3111491Anyway, without further ado....>rolls of 1,7,5,3,3, and 7.Making your way through the empty paths between the warehouses you eventually come across one that looks and smells promising. Approaching the bay doors you easily slide your four, long, bony fingers on each hand under the metal door, tearing eight small piercings like a knife through tissue paper. With extreme ease you merely lift your arms up as if you were picking up ... something really light. Partially lifting the door and mostly rending it so you can bring yourself inside.Even though the entire place is covered by the veil of darkness, its contents are clear as day to you. Some old furniture, examples being a crappy futon, a junky TV from the 80's, and a mini-fridge that most likely doesn't work. Scattered about are cardboard boxes of various clothing that would not have a chance of fitting on your frame. There's food in here somewhere.... you just need to find it."HEY! WHO THE FUCK IS IN THERE?!" shouts a voice from outside the storage unit. >What do?>Quickly turn the place over in search of food>Lie in hiding behind some old boxes.>Bolt out the back door.>Step outside and give this fucker a piece of your mind, you're cold... and h̶̛̜̳̫͍̗͙͇̩̟̍̀́̏͘ú̵̀̈̎̀͑̃͊͜͝ṋ̴̨̼̝̜̞̙̫̱̯̥̗̋̿̔́͒͒́͛́̈̐̌̒̔͠g̸̘̙̥͖͉̻̙̹̮̰̝̙̦̞̘͊̃̓̌̓͊̇͊̽͛́͛̊͘r̸̨̝̜̺̞̟̖̰̃̄̊̂͑͘̕y̴̻͎̼͔̠̹̫̱̑̉̿̎̏̀ͅ.>Write in
>>3133909>Lie in hiding behind some old boxes
Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>3133924voting closing in 5 mins to get this ball rolling. if that's the vote give me a 1d20
Rolled 13 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>3133931
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>3133931
>>3133939Bounding behind the wall of boxes you meld into the shadows. Your breathing slows to a stop, you consider the lack of discomfort. The feeling could be likened to much like an insect discovering that it can crawl up walls for the first time.You have no need to breathe. The man's scent hits your nostrils before you see him, a slightly chubby/P̢̭̖̤͖̼͖̗͍̣͌͆͒͂̔̿̆̎͘͝Ḷ̴̛̗̳͕̖͛̃̂̈̈́̌̊̚Ů̧̧̧̹̫͚͇̃̑̔́̚Ṁ̷͓͙̯͖̍̓̽͐͌̀͘͘͢P̸̛̦̘̫̤̖̫̎̓́̈͞͡͝, middle aged man in a security guard uniform."Dear god, it looks like Lung tore into this thing." He says as he steps into the storage unit, shining his light around as he goes. He moves further into the room before he stops still. "What the fuck is that smell!? Oh fu-glarg." He mutters as he stops mid sentence to retch. He seems to be completely unsure as to where you are, but he knows you're in here. He walks back to the sliced metal bay door and runs his finger along one edge before he winces in pain."Aw shit, its always something. I'm going to have to call this in."As he says this, the crimson liquid ruby falls to the ground and splatters. The scent hits your nostrils, and your empty stomach gnaws. . SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET >What do?>Sate your ravenous hunger >Fight the hunger. (Requires a will check, DC 15>Slink out the back (Requires will check, stealth check DC 12>Write inSTATS:???: ??????: ??????: ???HUNGER: -50
>>3133962also original op, I hope I do right but what you intended with this quest. I love worm as a setting and when you dropped this with a potential Case 53 protag I had to grab.
>>3133962>SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET>Slink out the back (Requires will check, stealth check DC 12We will not prey on the innocent.
>>3133988gonna give 10 more min to vote. give me that d20 and I'll supplement the other 2 if no one else shows.
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>3133995I love Worm quests and this one seems to have potential.
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>3133995
>>3134001>>3133997uno mas por favor?
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>3134002
>>3133997>14: Will Save successful.The man puts his finger in his mouth to staunch the flow of that delicious crimson life, oh how you just can't wai- wait... what are you thinking.Oh god your lips are watering. In silent shock and horror you slip out the back, snagging a bag of beef jerky that caught your eye. You were just legitimately contemplating eating a man, lusting after the idea of a bloody feast. In a swift motion you cram the dried bits of flesh down as fast as you can while moving.>+10 HungerYou wander with your thoughts churning until you find a desolate alley with a singular drugged out bum lying in it. His eye's meet yours with a dull sheen to them. "Holy fuck, I need to remember not to mix Mush's dope and acid man." He slurs, seemingly becoming more aware at your presence. "Dear god man, you fucken reek. I thought I was bad. Motherfucker can't even go into a needle exchange smelling like that." He reaches into his dingy coat and pulls out a worn pack of baby wipes. "We can share this alley for the night, you seem like a big guy, ought to scare off the chinks, but you got to clean yourself up man. You smell like rank ass.">What do?>Accept the bum's "kindness" attempt clean up and chat>Leave, try to find some better, less intoxicated company>Write in?
>>3134009>Accept the bum's "kindness" attempt clean up and chat
>>3134009>Accept the bum's "kindness" attempt clean up and chatAsk if he has something to eat.
>>3134009>>Accept the bum's "kindness" attempt clean up and chatNice to see another Worm QM after Void went through the void.
>>3134012>>3134010You gingerly pinch the package between your blade like fingers, and with some minor fumbling you manage to pull out some wipes and begin to go through the old baby wipe shower of the homeless and soldiers the world over. After taking care of some essential areas, you seem too be quite a bit hairy than what you think you remember, you grab a fresh whip and go to clean your face.The feeling of smooth bone is a shock.Having been a mixture of crouched and sitting down across from the bum, you raise your head to look at your new open air roommate. Looking at you with a speculative eye he begins to speak. "You ain't a bad trip are you?""I... *blak*" the sound of wet gristle and cracking bone leaves your throat before you continue speaking. "I don't know. Do you have any food?" The man gives you a weary eye before rummaging in his coat once more, withdrawing a can of Vienna sausages and baked beans. "I ain't got a can opener or nothing, I usually just use this here knife but I-" he starts to say but quickly falls silent as you pierce the cans with a quick jab of your fingers and hold them above your maw; allowing your meal to splatter down into your bony jaw and sinuous gullet.>+20 HungerWith the pangs of hunger still present, but much more akin to a humming rather than the frantic screaming of before. "You're one of them monster capes, ain't yah?" He says, absentmindedly picking at his nails"What the fuck doesh that mean?" You ask, beastly growling out the end. You clench your blades in anger."Hey, hey, settle down. I didn't mean nothing 'bout it. Lemme guess, can't remember shit?""All I can remember is cold, rot, and worms." You answer, forlornly. He gives you a sympathetic nod of his head."Yeah you guys ain't as common as normal capes, most people keep their looks and memories and get some kickass powers. Yah monster capes get the shit end of the stick.""What the hell is a cape?" "Guys with superpowers, heroes, villains, all that shit. Listen I'm a lil' fucked up and not the best guy to be laying this out for yah. You hungry?" He says standing up. The mention of hunger merely reminds you of the emptiness > +5 Hunger".....yeash." You mutter out between the clacking of teeth. "Listen I know I guy that that knows a guy, he can get some food in your belly, and explain all this shit to you. Plus I bet if you make a good impression, he might get you some work; Christ alive knows you can't get a job flipping burgers like that.">What do?>Follow the bum to his friend. roll 1d100 for random encounter.>Deny his offer and go to sleep.>Write in.>STATS:???: ??????: ??????: ???HUNGER: -25SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET
Rolled 81 (1d100)>>3134018>Follow the bum to his friend. roll 1d100 for random encounter.I like this friendly grub-sharing bum guy!Ask how he ended up where he is along the way.
>>3134018to* hairier*God damn.
>>3134018>>Follow the bum to his friend. roll 1d100 for random encounter.
Rolled 59 (1d100)>>3134018>Follow the bum to his friend.
>>3134023give me that roll desu
Rolled 21 (1d100)>>3134023I forgot to roll, sorry desu
>>3134019Walking to the mouth of the alley he looks back to see if you're following him. "It's not that far of the walk and Armsdick doesn't really patrol down here no mo', so it shouldn't be too bad. You ain't exactly Mr. Fucking Magoo out for an evening stroll." He says walking out into the sidewalk down the street. Just now you notice how you tower over him. You would have to guess he would be about 6ish feet, and you are 10 (12 when you don't slouch). "So... uh... how did you exactly ended up here? If you don't mindesh." You awkwardly ask, mangling the end of your words with your gnashing teeth. Your stride being as broad as it is it paints an strange picture as he has to walk quickly to keep up, but you have no clue where you're going. He shoots you a sly grin with that pained look in his eye that one has as they laugh at their misfortune, as he begins to talk."Used to be one of them Dockworkers. Name's Red by the way. I was never the best in school, but you told me to move boxes, and I'd break my ass doing it. I never minded it. Anyways when Leviathan came about, most shipping quickly died... with that so did my job. I only had a GED, and with Nancy's medical bills pilling up... well times were tough. Eventually we couldn't pay for the treatments.... anyway, the world has gone to shit, I fell into Skid's crew after running into an old school buddy at the bar who offered me some cash to run some dope to the other side of town. If everything is burning around you, may as well go out numb." He finishes with a somber tone and his eyes staring straight ahead at the rows of streetlights. Working or otherwise."Leviathan..." The name calls back fragments of memories, the rushing of thunderous wave, the wailing of a siren, the panic of people fleeing. >Cont
>>3134033..T̞̭̦̝̙̆͆̊̇͐͠͡͡ḫ̛̹͎͙͉̜̓̾̈́̋͒e̡͍̝̰̬̺̯͍̤̽̐̆̉͐ Š̩̙̖̘̀̇̂̎̈̈͟e̸̼̭̤͚̹̰̤̓̈́͒̑͂̚c̴̛̯̙͙̫̰̣̹͆̈́̐͒ǫ̶̜͕͕̦̎̋́͂̒n̷̨̡̮͚̣̱̹̑̐̿̿͗̌͒̂͛͟͟͡ḓ̸̟̫̮̫̾̂̏͐͛ S̷̰̥̣͖̼̘̀̀̆͊̀̓̚͡o̻̙̙̙̬̤̓͋̋̓͂̌̂͋͌̕͢͟͟͢n̵̛͖̼̯̯͈̈͋̽́͒͋͡ D̢̡̨̟͉̟̦̳͓̿͛̀̉͂͌͟w̴̭͚̗̺̠̮͙̓͛͆̐͂̿͆̎̌͘e̵͖̣̺̟̽̀͆̇̀͟ḻ͉̤͙͙̳̓̇̀͂̽̐̇l̡̢̬̹̗̋̇̄͗̈͂̿͛̃͢s̵̢̤̬̰͉̥͖͂̀̄̽̔̉̔͜͡ͅ Ỉ̵̟̱̥̜͚̭͉̝̟̾̀͛̃͐̑ͅn̴̢̫̙̩̻͐̐̈͛̏̎̚͟ͅ T̛̼̖̯̦̞̝̱͒̆͐̉̽͡͞h̴͖̘̗͔̭̭̤͇̺͒̆̇̃̈͘͞ę̶̝̦͚̎̂̄̓͜͠ W̸̮̯͚̱̣͔͚͍̊͒̽̏̈́̏͘͝a̸͓̪̟͚̱̖̤̔͗͑̏̏̐̄͜͞v̢̼̱̖̹̒̽̏̑͌͐̊͌̚͞e̸̯͎͚̯̦̫̯̟̎̾̈̎͊͌͑̋͢s̝̤̰̟̞̳͗̿̌̇̈͊̆͘̚͡,̸̡̧̤̺̻̼̦̙̫̰͛̏̂̊̾̕̕͠ C̵̗̖͍̠͈̦̞̬̿̏́͊͘h̢̧̜̯͖̒̎̍̐̒͠͞u̡̧̞̺̝̞͈̳͐̐̊͆̈̋͂̄r̴̙̯̙̝̻̰͉̣̪͂̽̾̆͋͋̆̾̌n̨̨̖̘̝̙̬͛͆͆̐̒̌͡i̷̫̭̯̠͓̘͎̭̳̐̈́͆͡n̢͖͉͓̤̖͛͗̐̃͊̀̑̚̕͝g̸͈̜̞̫͕̬͉̫̼͓̏̎́̐͊̍͊ T̶̨͍͖̼͉̪̖̀́̎̋̎͛͘̕͢ḩ̢̛͕͕͍͇̀͂̇͑͜͟͠e̶̡͖̺͉̮̦̓̏͒͛́̾̃͊͢͡ B̷̜̤̜̬̝̞̜̩̉̒̇̚̚r̸̨͎͔̙̱̞͒͂̊́̚͘͜͞ỏ̟̟̼̹̪̙̋͋̑̕k̶̡͕̹̖̰͋̄̀̈́̆̈́̓̕͝ẹ̡̜̼̱̩̘͉͍̀̿͆͊̓̽̓n̖̳̞̥͕̮̰̎̏̆̇̔̊ C̛̘͉̪̰̈̆̓͘͡ͅͅẙ̛͙̱̭̼̥̟̊̽̚c̶̢̨͚͕͉͍̊̉̌̔͑͠͞l̙͖̼̰̙̜͍͗͛̓̈́̈́̑͐̌͜ę̷̟̻͈͎̫͉̬͎͛̄̇̀̏̔̋̂,̛͙̦̙̦͗̎̄̔͋͗ T̴̡̧̩̫͇̂̈́͂̊͌̎̄͗h̸͎̘̼̠̖̫̀̽̿͋̕͝ė̪̻̜̘̳͈͖̄͑̍̎ S̶̜̱̱̥͖̔̆̉̎̾͢e̵̝̥͍̩͈͓͉̔̂̆́̀̊̏̏̚̕͜r̷̨̨͙̗͎̳̱̫̻̗̽̂͗̚p̵̧̺̤̱̖̳͓̀́́̓̇̑̀̕͡͞ę̷̢̣̪̣͐̓̃̔͒̓̓̚n̛̼̥̭̮̳̣̝̊̈́̂̚͘͟͢͠t̷̗̻̟̣̗̀̓̀͌̀͢ M̞̤̮͖̱̍̂̔̿͡ũ̵̪̺̫͑́̌͗͋́͟͟͞ͅs̶̢̛̟͚̙̯͚̼̠͉͆̃̃́̃̽̏̈́ͅt̹̬͔̫͖̎́̋͆͌̈̈̚͟ B̻͈̥͕̳̗̊͆̍̔͛̈̒͌̚͟ȅ̡̨͇̗̤̻̟̰̓́̏̕͝ S̷̞̟̮̼̪̓̀͊̾͒͢k̷̡͖̭̘͉̋͑̓͑͡i̸͉͎̮̰͈̦͐͌̿̾́̿͆͗̚n̵̢̜̬̙̣̱̥̱͈̜͊̆̐͂͗̐͑̏̚ṅ̵̢͕͉̳̯̦̜̽̿̊̓͠ͅͅḙ̴̬̫͓͈͙͚̘͛͂͒͛͠ͅd̴̨̛͇̝͕́̐̏̏͟ T̷̨̯̭̮̩̗͖̪̈́͐̍͐̀͗͜ͅő̺̦̬̺͚̯͈̫͂͒̇̒͛̄͑͒͡ F̴̛̯̪̥̝̣͙̤́̇̿͊͛̄͘͢͡ì̵̢̳̱͈̪̆̐̀͑́͛̑͜x̨̩̰̥̳̜̺͚͉͗̎̀̊̂͟͠ T̶͔͈̩̯͖̰͔̍͆̒̈̀̏̓h̸̭͔͉̦̪̑̈́̔̎̄̓͊ë̶̡̙̫͕͎̉̉͐͋̆̌͘͘ Ẅ̹̠̪̤́̑́͗̔̿͘ͅh̵̡̝̼͈̯̍̾̃͘͝e̶̫̞̺̤̭̙̘̥̟͂̎̑̏͜͝͝ȩ̷̘͙͇͉̭̊͑̊̌́̾ľ̸̙̹̯̖̙̠̹̆̓̾́͟͝͝."Aye, Leviathan. That lizard looking bastard is the second Endbringer. Three big ol' cunts running around acting as one big fuck you to humanity. Behemoth rules the land, Levathain the waves, and Simurgh the air.>Cont.
>>3134036>T̞̭̦̝̙̆͆̊̇͐͠͡͡ḫ̛̹͎͙͉̜̓̾̈́̋͒e̡͍̝̰̬̺̯͍̤̽̐̆̉͐ Š̩̙̖̘̀̇̂̎̈̈͟e̸̼̭̤͚̹̰̤̓̈́͒̑͂̚c̴̛̯̙͙̫̰̣̹͆̈́̐͒ǫ̶̜͕͕̦̎̋́͂̒n̷̨̡̮͚̣̱̹̑̐̿̿͗̌͒̂͛͟͟͡ḓ̸̟̫̮̫̾̂̏͐͛ S̷̰̥̣͖̼̘̀̀̆͊̀̓̚͡o̻̙̙̙̬̤̓͋̋̓͂̌̂͋͌̕͢͟͟͢n̵̛͖̼̯̯͈̈͋̽́͒͋͡ D̢̡̨̟͉̟̦̳͓̿͛̀̉͂͌͟w̴̭͚̗̺̠̮͙̓͛͆̐͂̿͆̎̌͘e̵͖̣̺̟̽̀͆̇̀͟ḻ͉̤͙͙̳̓̇̀͂̽̐̇l̡̢̬̹̗̋̇̄͗̈͂̿͛̃͢s̵̢̤̬̰͉̥͖͂̀̄̽̔̉̔͜͡ͅ Ỉ̵̟̱̥̜͚̭͉̝̟̾̀͛̃͐̑ͅn̴̢̫̙̩̻͐̐̈͛̏̎̚͟ͅ T̛̼̖̯̦̞̝̱͒̆͐̉̽͡͞h̴͖̘̗͔̭̭̤͇̺͒̆̇̃̈͘͞ę̶̝̦͚̎̂̄̓͜͠ W̸̮̯͚̱̣͔͚͍̊͒̽̏̈́̏͘͝a̸͓̪̟͚̱̖̤̔͗͑̏̏̐̄͜͞v̢̼̱̖̹̒̽̏̑͌͐̊͌̚͞e̸̯͎͚̯̦̫̯̟̎̾̈̎͊͌͑̋͢s̝̤̰̟̞̳͗̿̌̇̈͊̆͘̚͡,̸̡̧̤̺̻̼̦̙̫̰͛̏̂̊̾̕̕͠ C̵̗̖͍̠͈̦̞̬̿̏́͊͘h̢̧̜̯͖̒̎̍̐̒͠͞u̡̧̞̺̝̞͈̳͐̐̊͆̈̋͂̄r̴̙̯̙̝̻̰͉̣̪͂̽̾̆͋͋̆̾̌n̨̨̖̘̝̙̬͛͆͆̐̒̌͡i̷̫̭̯̠͓̘͎̭̳̐̈́͆͡n̢͖͉͓̤̖͛͗̐̃͊̀̑̚̕͝g̸͈̜̞̫͕̬͉̫̼͓̏̎́̐͊̍͊ T̶̨͍͖̼͉̪̖̀́̎̋̎͛͘̕͢ḩ̢̛͕͕͍͇̀͂̇͑͜͟͠e̶̡͖̺͉̮̦̓̏͒͛́̾̃͊͢͡ B̷̜̤̜̬̝̞̜̩̉̒̇̚̚r̸̨͎͔̙̱̞͒͂̊́̚͘͜͞ỏ̟̟̼̹̪̙̋͋̑̕k̶̡͕̹̖̰͋̄̀̈́̆̈́̓̕͝ẹ̡̜̼̱̩̘͉͍̀̿͆͊̓̽̓n̖̳̞̥͕̮̰̎̏̆̇̔̊ C̛̘͉̪̰̈̆̓͘͡ͅͅẙ̛͙̱̭̼̥̟̊̽̚c̶̢̨͚͕͉͍̊̉̌̔͑͠͞l̙͖̼̰̙̜͍͗͛̓̈́̈́̑͐̌͜ę̷̟̻͈͎̫͉̬͎͛̄̇̀̏̔̋̂,̛͙̦̙̦͗̎̄̔͋͗ T̴̡̧̩̫͇̂̈́͂̊͌̎̄͗h̸͎̘̼̠̖̫̀̽̿͋̕͝ė̪̻̜̘̳͈͖̄͑̍̎ S̶̜̱̱̥͖̔̆̉̎̾͢e̵̝̥͍̩͈͓͉̔̂̆́̀̊̏̏̚̕͜r̷̨̨͙̗͎̳̱̫̻̗̽̂͗̚p̵̧̺̤̱̖̳͓̀́́̓̇̑̀̕͡͞ę̷̢̣̪̣͐̓̃̔͒̓̓̚n̛̼̥̭̮̳̣̝̊̈́̂̚͘͟͢͠t̷̗̻̟̣̗̀̓̀͌̀͢ M̞̤̮͖̱̍̂̔̿͡ũ̵̪̺̫͑́̌͗͋́͟͟͞ͅs̶̢̛̟͚̙̯͚̼̠͉͆̃̃́̃̽̏̈́ͅt̹̬͔̫͖̎́̋͆͌̈̈̚͟ B̻͈̥͕̳̗̊͆̍̔͛̈̒͌̚͟ȅ̡̨͇̗̤̻̟̰̓́̏̕͝ S̷̞̟̮̼̪̓̀͊̾͒͢k̷̡͖̭̘͉̋͑̓͑͡i̸͉͎̮̰͈̦͐͌̿̾́̿͆͗̚n̵̢̜̬̙̣̱̥̱͈̜͊̆̐͂͗̐͑̏̚ṅ̵̢͕͉̳̯̦̜̽̿̊̓͠ͅͅḙ̴̬̫͓͈͙͚̘͛͂͒͛͠ͅd̴̨̛͇̝͕́̐̏̏͟ T̷̨̯̭̮̩̗͖̪̈́͐̍͐̀͗͜ͅő̺̦̬̺͚̯͈̫͂͒̇̒͛̄͑͒͡ F̴̛̯̪̥̝̣͙̤́̇̿͊͛̄͘͢͡ì̵̢̳̱͈̪̆̐̀͑́͛̑͜x̨̩̰̥̳̜̺͚͉͗̎̀̊̂͟͠ T̶͔͈̩̯͖̰͔̍͆̒̈̀̏̓h̸̭͔͉̦̪̑̈́̔̎̄̓͊ë̶̡̙̫͕͎̉̉͐͋̆̌͘͘ Ẅ̹̠̪̤́̑́͗̔̿͘ͅh̵̡̝̼͈̯̍̾̃͘͝e̶̫̞̺̤̭̙̘̥̟͂̎̑̏͜͝͝ȩ̷̘͙͇͉̭̊͑̊̌́̾ľ̸̙̹̯̖̙̠̹̆̓̾́͟͝͝mfw our job is to eat Leviathan
>>3134036>+5 Hunger"Anyways, every couple of months one of the shits picks a spot, shows up, kicks everyone's ass until they are driven off, we clean up, and it happens all over again." He says while kicking a can down the road as you absorb his rant. You both stop in front of a run-down tenement building, with a large M with two dashes drawn through it horizontally spray painted above the front door."Well, we're here. Once the city found out about a bunch of us crashing here, they shut off the power and water, but not like that effects us that much. Squealer hooked some kinda generator and pump inside so at least we still get clean water and heat."He leads you inside the building, where you see various other vagabonds in different states of eating, intoxication, or just merely playing cards. They first see Red enter the room and nod to acknowledge his presence. Then when their gaze shift to you a strange silence enters the room. Many take a look at their drinks and subtly push them to the sides. Then they actually notice you. Many first reach for weapons, but after Red gives them a quick rundown, they relax and go back to their activities.You two both progress through the building, moving from floor to floor, room to room. Until finally Red stops in front of a door from which loud music is pounding. He turns back to face you. "Listen bud, Skids can be a little... abrasive, he just does it as a power-play. Don't take it personally." He opens the door and steps inside while motioning you to follow."Hey Skids, ran across this guy in the old hidey hole by the warehouses-" He barely gets to finish."WHAT THE SHIT RED?! BRINGING A MANGY STRAY IS ONE THING, BUT WHAT IN THE CUM-SOAKED HELL IS THAT?!" Shouts a gangly man in a blue costume with a mask covering the upper portion of his face. His teeth have clearly seen better days, and he when he finishes his tirade he lets out a smoke cloud, likely from the pipe on the table he is sitting in front of. A blonde woman with... extremely large assets its messing with some sort of machinery in the corner of the room.>What do?>Demand food, the pain is horrible (Roll d20, DC10, Red helping)>Attempt to introduce yourself.>Write in?>STATS:???: ??????: ??????: ???HUNGER: -30SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET
>>3134044>Attempt to introduce yourself.
>>3134044>>Attempt to introduce yourself.
>>3134044QM, can you elaborate what different values on the hunger meter mean?We were receiving +hunter but the meter went down. My guess was the more we eat the stronger we crave for more.
>>3134044>Attempt to introduce yourself
>>3134059rip my mistake on that part. Poor formating. Your hunger affects your reasoning and restraint. When your hunger is in the negatives you feel it gnawing at you. However you can never feel quite full. Once you have a positive hunger you will feel clear-headed, but your hunger returns faster. I.E. if your hunger is +30, you can reason easily and resist urges, however it can drop by -20 hunger overnight. Only meat can suffice (and beans, baked beans) and some meals are more filling than others. Going into the negatives is not a terrible thing in the right situation, but you may lose yourself temporarily. Your hunger also changes your appearance.
>>3134063Do we get STRONKer when we're hungry? Say yes.
>>3134063I'd pay good money for that to make me a burger desu
>>3134044His yelling makes your blood boil. Red seems to notice your apparent discontent. "As I was telling yah Skids. I found this guy in my old spot, as you can see he's one of them monster capes." He says standing beside you pointing. "Well no fucking duh, guy looks like he crawled out of a fucking horror movie, you're a guy right? Not like you got a pair of tits on you." Skids spits out. "I think soes, I just woke up hungry, and cold. All I remember is rot. Some bald guys were beating the hell out of this black dude." You say with a shrug of your shoulders, reclining into a squating position. The woman in the corner notices you and turns back to her work."Of fucking course, goddamn E88 bastards goose-fucking-stepping around this city. Shitty cunts will beat anyone not fitting Kaiser's Mein Cunt checklist. Hungry eh?" He looks you up and down. "You're a big fucking guy, but yet look like you boxed your way out of a concentration camp. Squeal's, grab this hungry shithead some shit!""Why the fuck do I have to do it? Can't you see I'm busy?" Shouts the woman, not even looking up. "Listen bitch, just do as I say. I want to do an interview." He yells back. The blonde woman huffs, setting down her tools. She walks into another room of the apartment like area of the building. "What the fuck do you want?" She yells."Meat, any kindes." You growl out, teeth clacking. She re-enters the room with a package of hotdogs and lunchmeat. As soon as she's in arms length of you; you snag the items from her hands with a snap. With mechanical efficiency and bestial savagery you open the packaging and let loose.>+20 Hunger.As you feed yourself Skids slowly walks around you. "Big fucker. Those fingers of yours look sharp as hell." He says pacing."Theyes canes cuttes metals." You say between mouthfuls of meat. Skids lets out a low whistle."I think you're just what we're looking for. You see, my name's Skidmark; not fucking really but its my cape name, you dig? Like them old fucking comics and shit. Skids to the upper tier of our little family here.""Little family?" A flash of young girl getting on a school bus, a small hole in the ground on a rainy day. The memories leave as quick as they come. "We provide a service to the city of Brockton Bay here. The E88, literal nazis. They have the most capes, and hold territory in the "nicer parts" of the city. Kaiser usually keeps his shit real under the table you feel? Arms dealing, nighttime lynchings, pharmaceutical grade drugs.Shit like that, he likes to pretend that his folks are nice and clean, but those fuckers are as dirty as any other. Those were the skinhead cunts you saw earlier. Then you got the ABB, Asian led gang led by this new fuckerdragon named Lung, he once went toe to toe with Leviathan in Kyushu. The first day he showed he whipped the Protectorate's shit all over the Bay, now they don't fuck with em. He makes his money with human-trafficking, gambling, prostitution.">Cont
>>3134065ever seen a starved rat fight a fat rat. The starved rat always wins.>>3134074He continues his rant, giving you some crucial information. "Then you have the fucking Protectorate, and PRT. The biggest gang of them all. They walk around the Boardwalk, only caring about keeping us, the downtrodden, out! They sit out there on the fucking Rig, watching as this fucking city rots away. All I do is offer the forgotten people's a community, a place they are welcome, a place they aren't judged. Easy access to whatever they need or want. I'm a fuck mothering saint god damnit! They would have shot you on sight I bet." He stops in front of you. With one look from bottom to top he locks eyes with you, and even though you have a 4 foot height advantage the shear intensity of his gaze strikes you as he continues. "Listen man, I can get you all the food you want, and you can crash here. But if you want to be staying at my fucking place, you're gonna have to pull your weight."The promise of more food is much like the promise of water to a man abandoned in the desert."What do you want me to do?""We're the smallest group out of every fuckhead in this city. We've survived thus far due to being too small to bother with and never staying in one place too long. Our guys are all across the city, pushing product, making money. The problem comes when our stashhouses and profits get fucking snagged. That's where you come in. You'll be the beast in the night of the fucking Merchants, you'll make Kaiser be afraid to come out to this side of town at night. What'da say man?">What do?>Accept Skidmark's offer>Negotiate (what)>Ask a Question>Leave>Write in>STATS:???: ??????: ??????: ???HUNGER: -10SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET
>>3134088>Accept Skidmark's offerDoesn't sound like all that bad of an option right now. Demand a beef hindquarter with a juicy femur to gnaw on weekly in addition to daily supply of food.Can we scour the brain for any memories of the time before waking up? Places, time, the girl, the lover's face mentioned earlier.
>>3134088>>Accept Skidmark's offer
>>3134095>>3134098Aight gents, its 7 am, will continue after sleep and work
>>3134095>>3134098also seeing how accepting seems to be the consensus as well as getting some grub.Skidmark cracks a wide grin with his grimy teeth and barks out a laugh."Sheit Red you sure know how to pick the smart ones. I was worried you were gonna walk out. Now listen, since you're a Merchant now, you need a cape name. You can't go around slicing fools with a pussy ass name like Tom. Skidmark, Squeler, and Mush are all meant to make us seem weaker than we are, but you my friend, are our custom, Brockton-Bay made Thermofuckingnuclear device. You're gonna make those fuckin Asians and skinheads piss themselves.">Begin voting on cape name. Keep in mind what we're going for here.
>>3134088>Accept Skidmark's offer>>3134110>sleepingDidn't realize you were one of those weak people, qm.
>>3134088>Accept Skidmark's offer>Negotiate (Tell him about our predatory nature, and ask if he is ok with that we eat what we kill)Is that a good idea?
>>3134114>Negotiate (Tell him about our predatory nature, and ask if he is ok with that we eat what we kill)I like it>>3134112>Devourer (too literal)>Gourmand (lol)>Gorger >Fiend
>>3134112>Ghoul>StalkerWe could just go with Wendigo
>>3134112How about Bean?Beans are scary right?
>>3134112What about "Famine" for our cape's name?If I remember correctly the old myths, not only is the wendigo constantly hungry himself but he causes the same thing to others.Plus it's fucking cool as heck!
>>3134131>What about "Famine" for our cape's name?I was thinking the same name but then it sounds a bit feminine. Maybe keep it something monosyllabic or simple, like Ghoul.
>>3134131I'm always down for mythology
>>3134131In still of a opinion that giving killing machine funny name is 100% better. But if you want that edge why not call ourselves cardinal sin "gluttony"
>>3134146Meh, not particularly. If anything it sounds a little pompous rather which isn't necessarily a bad thing. The problem I have with something monosyllabic or overly simple is that we would be reducing ourselves to our role as a simple brute and welcoming it by making it an integrale part of our personality. Our long term goal should be if not to eradicate, at least to master our cravings and to try and keep our humanity but that's going to be very hard if we get ourselves a reputation as a stupid and violent man-eating creature. We probably won't be able to go full vampire and LARP as a noble aristocrat but something vaguely biblic and researched will probably give a better impression of us while still maintaining the awe we're trying to inspire.
>>3134153Horsemen>DemonsPlay Darksider, degenerate.
>>3134112I gotta support Ghoul. Short, simple, and evocative.
>>3134131Famine sounds cool as FuckI'm down with itThat or Ghoul
Seems like consensus is Famine. At work right now phoneposting, will have something typed atleast by 7 EST
A name. Your eyes sweep across the room, the tattered couch, Squealer in the corner at work, and Skidmark waiting expectantly before you.None of it matters really, all that seems to define you... is the insatiable hunger."Famine." You growl out with certainty. Skidmark cocks his head and lets out a chuckle."One of the fucking Horsemen, now that's what I'm talking about! Red, this shitlicker some taste. We're gonna starve out every other cocksucker in this city " He shouts, riling himself up."There's a thing... about the hunger." You start almost shamefully. How does one articulate the hunger for human flesh."Man, I don't give a shit. I'll get you a whole damn cow a week. I got connections. If you want to chow down on some fucking skinheads, be my guest. Just don't leave any evidence." He says waving you off.>Cont.Sorry mates we had a fryer catch on fire.
>>3135024>What do?>Chat with the local merchants.>Go prowling for some trouble in the territory.>Sleep>write in?You grab some chicken from one of the fridges >+10 Hunger>STATS:???: ??????: ??????: ???HUNGER: 0 ( Starving malus removed)SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET
>>3135060Let's introduce ourself to the rest of our new "family" and see if there is any pressing business requiring our help.
>>3135060>Go prowling for some trouble in the territory.I wanna find out our stats.
>>3135092>>3135070Alright I'm off. Will combine these I think. First give me a 1d100
Rolled 19 (1d100)fuck it I'm impatient.
Rolled 49 (1d100)>>3135309>>3135372oooph I just saw it
Rolled 86 (1d100)>>3135309
>>3135376You head back downstairs, mingling with the coherent Merchants you can find. With Red doing most of the introductions for you it saves some time. "Hey Jimmy, meet this guy I ran into. Met him in the alley, Skids liked him so he's gonna be running with us for now. Put the word out." He says to a middle aged black man in the middle of sprinkling some form of crystal on a sandwich. His eyes dart wildly between you and Red."Awwww Shiet, Red. Sure thing baby. What's your name man?" He asks, first going for a handshake, then seemingly reconsidering upon seeing your blades. He awkwardly reaches up and pats your shoulder."Famine. Skidmark said I'm supposed to be some kind of heavy hitter." You say."Oh really, damn. Yeah you look like some big ass Brute motherfucker. Hey listen baby, take a seat, listen to some tunes. We ain't got that much business goin on just ye-" In the middle of his sentence, a phone in his pocket rings. He stops immediately and begins talking into the phone."Hey Hank, what's good? Huh....What? Wait slow down. WAIT WHAT. HUH? NO NIGGA. I'M ON MY WAY NOW!" He screams into the phone, gradually becoming more and more frantic. Red's concern is apparent in his voice. "Something up Jimmy?""Listen Red, we got some boys that were slinging out by the South Docks near Winslow. They were jumped by some E88 capes. We need some boys to run out and get them and the product before they both get wasted.""Oh Fuck. I'll let Skids know. Any idea on the capes? Famine, it's time to earn your keep man, get some guys together with Jimmy and make it back in one piece." Red says before bolting upstairs.Jimmy turns to you. "Listen baby, just give me 2 min, and wait outside. We gonna get some guns together and help our boys out." He says before running about, waking up the sleeping, sobering the drunken, and steadying the tweaking.You're waiting outside before he joins you with about 15 other Merchants. Only about 6 have guns, the rest just have tire irons, knives, and some other improvised weapons. "Who are the capes we're expecting?" You ask as you all rush through the alleys. "Stormtiger, and Rune. Stormtiger is some air fucker that can deflect bullets and fire air blades. Rune can touch shit and then move it with her mine, she usually flies around on some concrete. We lost some guys to her last week when she speared them with rebar. She may look young, but don't hesitate man. She's killed before."You all eventually make it to the scene of the battle. Holed up in some dilapidated building are about 10 other Merchants who are exchanging fire with about 20 E88 across the street. Rune is flying above, flinging objects trying to hit any man caught out, while Stormtiger stands to the far left, cutting deep furrows into the building as he flings air blades and diverts fire. You all emerge from an alleyway on the east of the battle. It looks like this[------][MM]-------REEE ST F and gang
>>3135433>Catch a projectile and toss it back at R
>>3135433You are about 10 yards from Stormtiger.The scent of split blood hits your nostrils. You maintain your control, but your gut screams in yearning.>-15 Hunger>STATS:???: ??????: ??????: ???HUNGER: -15Skills: >Stealth Level 1- All Stealth checks DC's are reduced by 1>???>Finger Blades Level 1- Your fingers have been remolded into long, bone like blades that can tear through metal with ease.>Bestial Strength Level 1- You can easily lift beyond the human limit.>???>???>???SHARD PURPOSE: CONSUME & RESET>What do?>Bumrush Stormtiger. Roll 1d20>Grab something to throw at Rune. 1d20>Leap over Stormtiger and tear through the E88 gangmembers. 1d20>Write in?
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>3135451>Grab something to throw at Rune. 1d20See >>3135443
>>3135451>Bumrush Stormtiger.>Stormtiger sees this barreling towards him>regrets being born
>>3135451>>Bumrush Stormtiger>>3135458Wait until the vote has been called.
>>3135476>>3135487>>3135495Calling vote. Sometimes the simplest solutions are the best. Please roll.
Rolled 5 (1d20)>>3135522
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>3135522
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>3135522
>>3135522https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ViUJSxvfl8MYou fall into a sprinter's stance. Your claws sink into the asphalt with a simple application of pressure. ..Ş̟͇͍͎͎̦͗̂̊̆̊̽͗͜͞ͅČ̡̖̙̣̮̟̮̱̪̌͐̽̋̇R̵̯̬̻͓̺̜̭̉̈̏͛͛̒̕͜͠͡Ẻ̷̠͍͈̭̞̍́̀̇́͐̚Ą̷̬̪̟̥̣̣̖̤̳̓̃́̃͘̕͠M̧̟̣̝͕̰̹̭̌͋̑̾̇̊͟,̸̢̘̘͇̺̍̇̉̈́̌͐̔̑ L̡͉̘͚̣͚̠̟̦̂̆́͗͑̿̈́͡͡ͅE̡̩̭̹̖͎͙͇͐͐́̆̀͐̋̏T̸̨̨̖̞͍̞̗̱͚̓̂̍̓̋ Ṯ̛͉̘̬͂̐̍̆̑̾͜͞Ḩ̶͈͔͙̤̔̽̑̉̌́͘̚̚͢͡Ê̛̹̯͈̝͇̈̒̄̽͝M̸̡̺̫̟̦̝͓̂͑̋̋̀ K͈̙̥̘͚̭͗̍̑̕̕N̤̣̗̰͍̫͎̩͈̞̾͑̓́̒͛̊̚͡Ő̰͙̤̺̙͍̎̎̀̎̀̕͝͡W̬̼͈̬̹̙̾̇̆̾̑̓͑͗̔͟ F̡͍̘̯͂̒̔̇͌͊͜E̷̼͉͇̟̣̱̋͊̍͆͡A̛͓̤̟͍̻͐͒̑̈́͛͘̚͡R̴̢̡̯͔̘̬̻͗̉̑̄̚͜͠..>>3135529Stormtiger whips his head around, and let's out a loud. "What the fuck!" After which he flings 3 large crescents of rippling air at you. A quick leap to the left, your hind claws skittering on the ground keeps you out of the way of one. Stormtiger readjusts and manages to clip you with one blade. The cutting air sinks into your chest, splattering warm blood across the ground. Not that it slowed you in anyway. It was not so much of pain... but the acknowledgement that you have been injured. .>-60 Vitality>-20 Hunger>+30 VitalityYou feel your wounds quickly seal close, and your gut roars to action; now he's within your grasp.>>3135532With a quick sweep of your left arm, you send Stormtiger flying sans his right arm. His blood creates crimson tracers in the night air as he speeds by. Both Rune and the other E88 cease their assault of the compound and turn toward you.>STATS:Vitality: 270/300???: ??????: ???HUNGER: -35>What do?>Attempt to take out Rune (how)?>Finish off Stormtiger.>Mop up the gangmembers.>Write in?
>>3135543>Finish off StormtigerCould you explain to me how the dice system works? Do you just use the first two rolls and integrate them both into the story?
Rolled 18, 16 = 34 (2d20)>>3135560I generally run best of three. However I take liberties with combat. >>3135560 With a shitty first roll when you have ground to cover will end with you taking some hits, while the second good roll made it so Stormtiger took his bitchslap. I was already mostly through the post by the time the third roll was made, and considering it wasn't a crit I didn't bother. Consider that combat isn't just you doing things. Your enemies react, savy. Speaking of which
>>3135568Rune seems to be doing something - attempt to break her concentration by hurling Stormtiger's arm at her.
>>3135543>>3135574>Ş̟͇͍͎͎̦͗̂̊̆̊̽͗͜͞ͅČ̡̖̙̣̮̟̮̱̪̌͐̽̋̇R̵̯̬̻͓̺̜̭̉̈̏͛͛̒̕͜͠͡Ẻ̷̠͍͈̭̞̍́̀̇́͐̚Ą̷̬̪̟̥̣̣̖̤̳̓̃́̃͘̕͠M̧̟̣̝͕̰̹̭̌͋̑̾̇̊͟,̸̢̘̘͇̺̍̇̉̈́̌͐̔̑ L̡͉̘͚̣͚̠̟̦̂̆́͗͑̿̈́͡͡ͅE̡̩̭̹̖͎͙͇͐͐́̆̀͐̋̏T̸̨̨̖̞͍̞̗̱͚̓̂̍̓̋ Ṯ̛͉̘̬͂̐̍̆̑̾͜͞Ḩ̶͈͔͙̤̔̽̑̉̌́͘̚̚͢͡Ê̛̹̯͈̝͇̈̒̄̽͝M̸̡̺̫̟̦̝͓̂͑̋̋̀ K͈̙̥̘͚̭͗̍̑̕̕N̤̣̗̰͍̫͎̩͈̞̾͑̓́̒͛̊̚͡Ő̰͙̤̺̙͍̎̎̀̎̀̕͝͡W̬̼͈̬̹̙̾̇̆̾̑̓͑͗̔͟ F̡͍̘̯͂̒̔̇͌͊͜E̷̼͉͇̟̣̱̋͊̍͆͡A̛͓̤̟͍̻͐͒̑̈́͛͘̚͡R̴̢̡̯͔̘̬̻͗̉̑̄̚͜͠However now that I think of it it might have been a tip to Famine's one of the yet undiscovered powers>Take a lungful and do the scream thingCrowd control the bitches before that big roll of Rune's wrecks us
>>3135581You're a clever one.
>>3135581>>3135574>>3135560I can combine these. Give rolls. 1d20s please.
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>3135598Hopefully the scream only affects our enemies.
Rolled 36 (1d100)>>3135605
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>3135598
>>3135605Either our voice cracks mid-scream or literally everyone goes deaf.Including us.
>>3135605>>3135605Rune cries out as her green cloak flaps in the wind "Unc-Stormtiger. Open fire and grab him! We need to call in reinforcements." She begins to send large chunks of stone, a dumpster, and rebar hurtling towards you while her allies unload at you.>-60 Vitality>-15 Hunger>+25 VitalityYour blood seeps to the street as you shudder as the HUNGER grows. Craning your head to the side you can see the Merchants that came with you have take cover and are exchanging fire with the E88. Many of those that only have melee weapons as well as Jimmy has ran in through a side entrance of the building, and now are funneling the injured and large, black, unmarked duffel bags across the street and back through the alley, seemingly to the safehouse. It seems your large form has shielded most from the firefight, also considering how you're drawing most of the fire is doing your allies a great favor. You left arm is impaled through by a long piece of rebar. With a harsh growl you pull it out and throw it at a gangmember that was running to pull Stormtiger back behind their lines. He is ran through with a spray of blood, and pinned to the wall of the building. You clamber to Stormtiger in as quickly as you can, taking minor fire as you do.>-20 Vitality>HUNGER CAN NO LONGER BE DROPPED FOR VITALITY.The need for Flesh has come, The Thirst must be sated. You raise Stormtiger in before, and the gunfire ceases, as you partake in your Communion. .>Cont..
>>3135624>before you,Fuck..Ţ̶̥̬͉̝̥͚̗͎̓͑͌̿́͑̔͋͡h̳͙̮̮͇͈̠̉͑͒̽̏̄͐̚͠ę͎̯͎̖͚́̋̾̀͂̀͗͘̚̚͜ F̺̣̞͕̮̬̽̆̀̓̀̽͂͐͜͝͞ȧ̝̣͓̟̟̹̔͑͘͡t̟̜̰͎͍̫̔̿͛́̔͂̀̍͡h̡̡̦̤̱͈̬̞͖̔̈͆́̓e̙̗͈̤̤͐̿́̆̃́̓̓͘͟r͙̗̺͙͇̳͂͋͐̄̋̋́͂ S̵̜͔̩̞̺͙̼̼̳̔͌́̏͘͟͠ḧ̸̨̛̙̬̟͈̣̄̽͋͆̋̚͡í̵̠̻̹̮̦̾̄̀́͘̕f̵̗̹̙̹͖̘̫͕͂̆̉̑̋̕͘t͕̤̺̞̳̺͑̿͑̀̂͊̔̔ş̷͚͕̩̣̪̺̼̞̈́̃̀̌͛̈͛̀̕͞ Ĥ͙̻͖͇͓̈͒͆͘ị͔͕̘̳̭͈͊̐͊͐͊͋͘͘s̶̡̭̱̣̳̀̒͆͛͗͘͜͜ E̛͇̘̫͉̪͖̝͕̞̠̿͆̓̓̐͌͠y̢̻̩̪͖͚̑͆͑̌̂̀͜͝͝e̵̗̱̹͔̫̘̙͓̓̆̍̋̊̍̕͝s̢̨̻̮̬͍̙̬̙͋̿́͒͐̉̔͢͠ W̢̨̳͚̖̞̉͊̑͒̌͂̀͋̓e̹̥̠̣̰̻̫̎́̽̌͝s̛̰̤͙̖͎̝̔̇̓͒̇͐̽̚ţ͕̬͖̱̠͌͋̄̽̆̆̒͡ͅ.̵̗̖͇̫̰͚͗̉͛̉̐̍͊̔͟͠ Ǎ̴̛̟̤̩̭͐́̆̇͝ͅ Ş̠͍̭̙̖͍̋̿̿̄̄̄̓m̴̭͖̣̘̹͆̏̊̇̽͛͜͟͠ḭ̵̖̞͕͎̂̒͌͠͠͝l̷̰͔̮̝̼͙̳̰̔̏̌̆̄̑̚ë̸̺̭̤͚͎͙̞̫́͑͆͆̂͊͐͘͡ G̘͖͙̹̟̍͑̽͐̾͐͞ṛ͓̭̠̞̀͂͑̇́a̶̠̦̹͎͓̍͛̀́̒̕͞ͅc̙͈͎͇̞͈̳͚̍̽̂̽͋̌̉ḛ̶̡̧̣̘͖͙͋̌͂̈͐͆͐ş̴̛͕̦̱̹̭̎͐̌͑͢͢͜͝͡ H͔̻̠̘͓̦̼͈̎̈̂́̂̋̕ͅị̷͔̼̭̺̬̦̦̄͌̏̽̌̂̈͟s̼͖͖͔̹͌̓̃̀͂͂̈̄̌͊͢ͅ L̡͚͇͎̀́̏̀̂̎̓̄ĩ̷̠̙̺̜̺͇̬̩̜̋̽̀͌̎͝p̭̪̤͖̱͉̻͍̞̄̋́̎̓̒̽s̨̱̠̙̺̬͙̭̖̃̐̍̿͌̐̇̄̚͢͞.̨̠̪͈̗̦̏̍͒̇̎̓͐̐͟͜ Ĥ̨̢̼̯̜͇̯̦͙̈́̓͗̈́̽̈̽͋͜͡į̰͚͔̬̝̺͒́̄͞͝ş̺͇͓͚̓̍̀̓̍̑͟͢ͅ Ḟ̨͍͍͚̻͒̔͐̾͑̊͛͢o̞̰̻̟̙͔̯̿̑̿͗̾r̢̢̧̘͐̔̄͌̽̔͊͟͠g̦̦̳̘̠͙̾̊̏̂̑͟ò̸̹͓̬̜̼͈͒̒̔̉̔̄͛͘͟͝t̴̠̖͉͍̽͋̏̃̉̓͢ţ̵̜̦͍̹͔̯̣̑̈́̎̑̉̈́͜ę̸̗͇̦̝̘̜̞́͌͑̄͛͠͝͝n̴̡̨̧͙͓̮͚̯̑̂̏͗̌̊͋̓͐̕͢ Ş̢̝͙̜͖̟̺̓̎̓̀́̎̑̽̕̚͟o̶̠̭̱̭͎̞̍̎̋͗͋̓̎̌̕n̵̡̧̛̠̖̥̭͍̻͌̋̎͆̋̄͢ H̡̛̩̳͔̜̰̄̓͆̾͊́̒͝͞a̖͔̥̱͖̦̰͌͊̀̇̀͜ş̶̻̜̝̜̙̽͊̋͒̍́̃͢͞͝ C̷̻̹͉̰̺͍̫̎͑̈́̈̄̕̚o̸͉͚̩͇̻̙̗͚̯͒̀̓̋̽̆̏͟͞m̵͔̝̼̫̥̩͕̣͑̇̾̓̾̊̒͂͊͐e̸̡̢͚̼̠͆͌̐͌̄̂̆̃̄͢ͅ.̸̧̯͓̯̰̺̩̝̫̦͆͗͑̕̕..Dropping his hollow body to the ground, you rejoice in the tingles of ecstasy flowing through you. A girl screams in the background, joined by the gasps of many warriors of hate. You take a breath. Then you lend s̸̡͈̺͇̯̘̪̈́̍̃̋̿̊́͝i̸̻͇͓͎͎͚͋̃̆̏͐͐͝ļ̶̱̦͈̼̉̊̍̑͛̇̽ͅė̸̳͙͈̳͔͔̜̂́́̄̈̏ṇ̡̨̱̠̼̝͎̐̀̓͒͝c̴͚͎̦̦͉̜̔͆͒̔̈́̋̿̄̕ę͓̘̪͕̥̇̈́̐͋̀̊͗͜͡ to the sound. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKIH66EYic4 @ 0:57The men of the E88 fall to the ground, clasping their heads in pain. Tears and blood pour from their eyes. Rune falls from the sky, unconscious. >Cont
>>3135629Sirens echo in the distance, and a large motor roars as it approaches. Your wounds are closed, and you welcome the feast to come.One of the Merchants calls out from behind you. "Holy Fuck! Listen Famine man, we need to go...Fuck, just what the fuck . Look the Protectorate is going to be on the way, and we need to get the fuck out of here and lay low. Jimmy has the stuff, and we can't be bring this kind of heat back to the house. Follow me!">STATS:Vitality: 300/300RECLAMATION: 2/MANY???: ???HUNGER: 40>New Skill Discovered: Scream of Silence- By burning a point in Reclamation, you scream a cone of debilitating, psychic, power that seems to effect capes differently. Be wary, FATHER has heard you. The first try is always free.>What do?>Shake out of it, follow the member of your newly found family. (Will check) DC 14>Flee before the greater hunters come.>Prepare to feast>Write In?
>>3135629>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKIH66EYic4 [Embed] @ 0:57Fucking hell, that was genuinely hair-raising. What are we?! a baby endbringer?>>3135639>Flee before the greater hunters come.Need time to think this over, alone.
>>3135639>Write In?>Jam a piece of rebar through Rune, then flee with our friends.
>>3135661>>3135647I'm going to bed. Take this time to discuss while more votes trickle in.
>>3135661>Jam a piece of rebar through Rune, then flee with our friends.Empire 88 has a healer cape, so we either snuff Rune out (and risk PRT exposure) or let it go. A non-lethal injury won't achieve much.And frankly I am concerned about reprisal from Kaiser and co.That's all meta of course.
>>3135683I have only just in the last hour dipped into the source material. Still nearly totally clueless. I think if we use too much meta it will kill some of the excitement, but I see what you are saying. Seeing that we are a hungry boy, I change my vote >>3135661 to pulling off one of her arms as a snack. Keeps her weak for a while still, but also fills the belly. And as for getting us in trouble, we already killed and ate Stormtiger. Hollowed him out like a melon.
>>3135695>And as for getting us in trouble, we already killed and ate Stormtiger. Hollowed him out like a melon.I agree on the meta part.But what you're saying is that once in some shit you can't get into deeper shit. Its easy to get on everyone's shit list once you're branded as a cape-killer.Unrelated to E88, don't want PRT to get a good look at us and BOLO our ass while we're stealing another snack. In-universe I justify leaving as common sense to avoid greater danger and as need to mull over what we've turned into.
>>3135661>Take an arm to go then GTFO back to our "Family"
>>3135639Let's grab that rune girl and maybe one or two guys laying around and get the fuck out with our "family". If the hunger becomes unbearable, we can nibble on one or two of the peons but let's try and bring !notTatsumaki relatively safe and sound at home. I'm sure our new boss would appreciate such a valuable catch as a bit of "questioning" would be enough for him to get plenty of intelligence he'd be wanting on that gang she's part of.
>>3135639take the body with you to eat
>>3135639>Shake out of it, follow the member of your newly found family. (Will check) DC 14
>>3135835>>3135832>>3135742>>3135727So consensus seems to be >Grabbing a bite to eat from Rune>And then hightailing it with your friend.If so. Give me some d20s.
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>3135876
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>3135876
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>3135876
I just got back, what's going->Dropping his hollow body to the ground>RECLAMATION: 2/MANY>Be wary, FATHER has heard you.>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aKIH66EYic4 [Embed] @ 0:57I want to get off He Who Meddles' wild ride.
>>3136046IT'S TOO LATE NOW BOYOTHE RIDE NEVER ENDS
>>3135885Good pass. Writing.
>>3135647 The Shard left behind by the wondering Worm. One meant as a token begging forgiveness, One to right the wrongs. Your gaze levels at the prey, its quivers in.... Wait.NOThe humming that once filled your ears is gone, as well as the red that filled your eyes. You remember this Merchant. His name is Chuck, he gave you a beer while Red was doing introductions in the safe-house. A bit of "Merchant hospitality" he said."Lead the wa-GLACK-y, Chuck." You grind out, your jaws fighting the foreign words. As you start down the street, a gasp is let out from behind you. Rune is laying on the ground feebly, much like a young sparrow that has just left the nest to find its wings broken beyond repair. "It's... gone..." She mutters, before you, still thinking of the succulence of the meal that was once Stormtiger, extract your cruel tribute. Placing one clawed foot on her shoulder, you give a sharp tug, like one would do when pulling tissues from a box, and consider the one-time threat disarmed."Ah shit man, we don't have time for this. Just run!" Chuck says as flashing lights begin to appear rounding the streets. With your trophy in your jaws, and Chuck in one arm; you tear down the streets while Chuck shouts directions. "Left! RIGHT! STOP FUCKING JUMPING OH- " He stops to relieve his nausea. "How close are we?" You ask, scanning the area side to side and attempting to draw in the scent of anything nearby. "Close enough for you to put me down cocksucker."Chuck leads you to an iron gate in front of a door. Withdrawing a key ring, he thumbs through the keys before finding the right one and heading straight inside. It's not exactly the nicest place you've seen, but the sofa can fit you while Chuck takes the loveseat. Upon entering Chuck immediately heads to a small landline phone set up on an endtable. He holds down the 1 button before it dials and is quickly answered."Hey, listen Red. It's Chuck, me and Famine are hiding out in the old cholo place. ... Shit, he's not pissed is he?... What do you mean you don't know? Listen Red, we're gonna lay low here for a bit, but we need a company car to swing by and get us a pickup.... Well of fucking course it needs to have tinted windows, we can't drive through Downtown Brockton with Mr. Fucking Horror Movie with us in plain view. Please man, when we left the whole place was crawling with PRT.... Thanks Red. I'll let him know." Setting the phone down into the receiver, Chuck turns towards you as he begins to walk to the refrigerator. He begins to rummage through it, eventually pulling out several liquor bottles while speaking."Aight, Famine. We're gonna be here for about 6 hours. I'd recommend getting some sleep. Skids isn't mad or anything, but Red said he wants to talk to you a bit about rules of engagement."He opens a bottle and begins to drink. "Anything you want to ask or talk about? Like what the fuck happened there man?">Write in? 1d100 for sleep.
Rolled 3 (1d100)>>3136321"I don't know">chuck half of those bottles >try to sleep
Rolled 57 (1d100)>>3136321"What happened? I just got a snack, that's all."
>>3136348Fuck, what's the rule for the crits again?
Rolled 25 (1d100)>>3136321
Rolled 30 (1d100)>>3136321"Hunger that you can't comprehend, Chuck."
>>3136352This is not for any actual mechanic. It's for the dream sequence.
>>3136321"What happened? Those Fucksticks kept tried to Fucking up the boys So i Gave those Skinhead shitlickers a reminder Not to fuck with the Merchants"This sounds Merchanty right?
>>3136608Christ that looks really fucking bad now that i proofread it let me rephrase it"What happened? Those Fucksticks tried to Fuck up the boys So i Gave those Skinhead Shitlickers a reminder Not to fuck with the Merchants"There fixed
>>3136348You throw yourself onto the sofa with a sigh, and loop your blades around one of the glass bottles. You angle it towards Chuck and he opens it for you. I one quick motion you're taking pulls from it like a draft horse.It's the good stuff. "Chuck... Ever since I got up, I've been hungrier than anything imaginable. The only time I've felt satisfied was when I... when Stormtiger died." You gasp out between drinksChuck looks over at you, no longer carrying the look of fear or terror, but rather a strange sympathy most Merchants have when they look into each other's eyes. The Gaze of the Downtrodden.He flips on the TV and begins to channel surf. "Man... Don't worry about it, no matter what, Merchant's keep each-other's backs; we're all we got in this world. Hell that's the reason we're out here tonight, our boys were in trouble, we went out to rescue them... I'd say you did a pretty damn good job of it.""....Thanks Chuck.""Don't mention it Famine.">Merchant Rep: Enforcer/Liked (can have a party of 10 merchants for missions>E88 Rep: Hated/Public enemy number one >PRT Rep: Enigma, Assumed Merchant. Known to kill and maim.>ABB Rep: Highly amused, interested.You slip away into your dreams. The wind howls, a cutting scream that would freeze men... but you are not a mere man. You stride through the snow, bounding between the trees. You see the two totems...W̴̢̟̗̥͉̘̍̓͑̀͗̍̌̉͊̚ǐ̘̤̺̺̞͔̀̆͊͘͡n̶̖̩̦̪̭͚̄͐̿̈́d̶̢͚̣͓͍̰͔̩̥͔͗̋̽͊̉̔̄͡b̸͎͙̤̟̤͕̪̂̇̑̒̿̕r̶̭̣̫̭̪͌͌͐͒̀͟e̵̢̻̻͔̩͇̰͈͂̎̎͗͂͢à̵̘̮͖̘̭͕̆͌̿͋̄̂̓͋͆͜k̛̜͈͍̙̏́̔̌ͅe̛̯̟̹̫̱̽͒̾͗̄̋͟ŗ̷͉̺͉̰͍̝̙̱̜̐̇̏̔̽͑̋̄̈́̏̈́́͊̑͗́͘͝M̷̡̢̢̹͔̗̖̓̀̍̆͒ę̢̼̬͍̖̋͋͗͗͡n̵̨̧̥̣̪̹̩̏̓͋̍͆̋̀̚͜͡t̴̢̡̥̱̤͉͕̭͗̋͊̀͑͘͜ả̡͇͕͈͙͍̍̎͑̽̀̔͋͋l̵̬͇̱̙̪͈͈̬͓͒̌̽͋̒̈͝͞ͅi̷̡̦͉̥̖̫̎̓̾̉̓͡s̶̥̙̯̹͔͚̙͎̾̈̿͂̕͘͘͢͜͞͝ṫ̼̹̤͓̳̗̾͒́͋̉͂̇̀͢͡.̷̧̖͓̱̟̟͔͛̏̀̍͊͜͜ͅ.Testaments to a good hunt. The moon tracks across the sky, flying by faster and faster, and yet never becomes day. Soon it is just a pure white band in the sky...Ḯ̼̦̭͇̖͊̔̔̐͢t̫̖̯͋͆̈́̾̓͗̀͢͟͝ B̞͖̹̗̯̺͍͖̞̰̋̓̇̎̌L̷̨̹̦̦̪̫͔͋̊̒͘̕͢͟͡I̶̡̪̬͚͆͐̑̉̊̚͘͟͜ͅN̷̞̳̘͍̫͗̈͗̔́́̕͟͞͝K̷̛͔̦̪̙͂͗͊̆̔̌̚͠ͅS̷̵̢̢̩͈̙̗͓̫̝͍̪̫̫͎̼̻̣̫̤̝͙͂̀͑́̑͆̈́̓̽͂̃͗̀̋̽͊̊̓̃̐͘͢͟͝͝D̵͍̤͇̘̝̒̿̿̍̔̑͂͐͢͝a̵͕̗̥͓̘͉̯͗̂̈̉̂̍͝͡͡͡ḏ̷̩̟̮̗̞̓̓͒̾͒̽͞d͔̥̘̠͓͍̬͂̀̓̏̂ỹ̧͎̱̟̻̘̼̘̻̀̋́̈̚͠͝?̢̢̩̼̝͍͓̃̆͂͂͊̄̕..>Cont
>>3137306..B̶͓͖̰̭̭̀̌̂͊͝e̡͓̜̬̜͕̥͎̫̠̒͗̌̚͞ q̡̝̻̜̖̹̏̓̈́͆̕͝ū̢̬̥̭̫̠̀̄͗͐̀̈́ï̙̖̝̬̜̪̽̓̽̋́̕͜͡e̗͖̗̥̜̭͚͂̉͂͘͟͡t̰̘̪͍̜̟͈̽̿͛̃̚ ļ̸̙̟̦̊̉̋͢͡i̯̯̪̘̣̍̌͂́̄͘̚͜͡͠t̸̛̛̳̹̫͓͖̓̓̒͜ţ̴̛̹̩͉̣͍̑̿̿͊͗̐͘̚l̵̡̧̧͈͙̰̙̩̹̑̓̇͑͊͑͢e̢̠̘̥͓̜͉͓͆͆̈́̂͆̕͟͡ O̡̳̼̠̣̱̱͋͐̀̓͗̎̌̃͞w̧̡̹̻̳̖͚̻̥̳̃̓̓̚̕̚l̢̜͇̙̃͑́̌͋͐̇̋̈́̚ͅ.̡̛̘̟̤̭̿́̊͌̊̿̍͞.>-20 HungerYou jerk awake, and shake your head to clear the haziness of your sleep. Looking around you see Chuck warming up some hotdogs. Walking over, you snag some out of the microwave.>+5 Hunger"Hey man, Red should be over here with a company car in a bit, put on the news wouldya?" Walking over to the remote, you fumble with the buttons before setting it down and gently poking it so you don't destroy the small thing. The TV comes to life, and you can see a man in a suit sitting down, as most news stations do."Good morning! My name is Ryan Richards, and this is the 6 am news. We're joined here by PRT Agent Jones to discuss the event that took place by the South Dock, just a mere 5 miles from Winslow High School. Agent Jones?""Uh, yes. Thank you Ryan. Well the event last night was the result of a conflict between the Merchants and the E88. Apparently some Merchants were attacked by the E88, most likely over drug territory. The Merchants were able to return fire and hold out long enough to call in for help. Now we can't show the images because of their graphic nature, but it's clear that the murders last night do not fit Skidmarks M.O. The Merchants clearly have a new cape with very little hesitation when it comes to taking lives, and is highly experience. After questioning some of the onsite E88 that were left behind, very little is known. Please call our free tip lin-" Chuck comes up and turns off the T.V. "Hey man, don't beat yourself up about it, not like they would have let you walk down the Boardwalk anyway. Anyways Red's here" He says trying to lighten the mood. You huff out a forlorn sigh.Looking outside you see a large unmarked van backed up to the entrance with the back doors open. Red from the driver seat motions you in. You clamber in the back, while Chuck heads to the passenger seat."First things first, good job Famine." Chuck says with a cheeky smile."Wait, what?" You ask in confusion"We did exactly what we hoped to do, we saved our boys, rescued our dope. While I imagine Skids wanted a little more time before you started racking up bodies, he thought it over last night, he supposed you did exactly as asked.""But... I slaughtered them." You say looking at your blades, which were once buried in Stormtiger. "Man, you know how many boys we lose on an average op like that? Generally we lose 5, straight out dead. 4 more get arrested.">Cont>STATS:Vitality: 300/300RECLAMATION: 2/MANY???: ???HUNGER: 25
>>3137360What's this reclamation thing?
>>3137360"Plus we lose about half the dope." Chuck chimes in."True, point is, last night that didn't happen. Plainly speaking, we pushed their shit in last night, all thanks to you. Carry yourself like you got nuts man, some of the boys back home are alive because of you tonight."You grunt. Perhaps...You pull up to the large tenement building, entering behind Red, with Chuck behind you. On the ground floor there is a large gathering of people, with Skidmark standing on some large crate shouting. "Here he is you cocksuckers, the brutal assmotherfucker that saved all your cumgargling shits last night. Famine! Famine! FAMINE!"The crowd joins in with the chant and pulls you into the fold. Several people pat your back, and offer you a beer or some kind pipe. Skidmark pushes his way through the impromptu party towards you."Good fucking job man. You've done more in one night than most of these fuckers have done in their whole live. Now listen. You're one of us, you just killed an Empire cape, so WE just killed an Empire cape. They're gonna come swinging. We need some way of neutering that shit."He pulls you off to a side room where Squealer, and some extremely filthy, potbellied man both sit, Squealer tinkering and the man just eating some chips. "Aight full team introduction, Famine you know my girl Squealer, our resident tinker. She keeps the lights on and shit blowing up. We've also got Mush." The man gives you a wave, and in an instant trash from all over the room coalesces around him, forming some kind of suit."I ain't gonna lie Famine, but we need to make a plan to weaken the Empire even more so before they come for our heads. We can handle the capes, laying low is our specialty. But if they go kicking in every door in the docks and fucking looking for us... well...">What do?>Suggest the attacking of one of their arms deals>Suggest the raiding of an Empire warehouse>Write inAlso give me a fat 1d20.
>>3137383..Ç͉͔̯̭̦͎̙̦̌͊̾̍̏̑̉̍͋̚Ǫ̻̝̖͍̂̔́͛̈ͅN͇̳̩̪̥̟͐͆̈́̄̀̋͊S̷̡͎͍̰̹̓̊̄͐̑U̴̹̗̱̟̬̜̙̻͖̱͂̊̀̋̍͂͠M̛̩̮̗̮̣͒̍͆̌Ḛ̴̹̱͉͔͒̏̓̿͑̓̉̊͛,̵͙̝̘̦̟̂͐͊̈́̓̈́̑̔͊ Ą̶̨̳̳̱̖͚̺̘̤̿̌͋͋͒̈͝Ņ̷͖̣̟͔̝͚͈̓̈́̉͛͂͞D̜̳̬̣͓̘̣̦̰̄̔̌̊̍͟͡͡ R̴̻̦̫͔̝͈̖͎̜̄̑̊͗̄̃̕͘͟͡E̷̢͇̱͈̦͑̀̉̓́̓͊͐͘S͉̼̯͎̮̼̜͈̍͌̂̆̌͐͒͌̌̕E̡̩̪̋̆̏͋̑̚͢ͅT̵͕̻̳̪̓͋̉̾̿͂̾̚͟..
Rolled 1 (1d20)>>3137386Not sure what I'm voting for yet but here's my fat crit.
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>3137386>Suggest the attacking of one of their arms deals>>3137394Thanks.
>>3137401That's my second 1 this thread.
>>3137401>>3137394Aight. Gonna type an interlude before I go to sleep again.Choices are... The Empire of Iron The Dragon of Kyushu The Long Arm of the Law PHO: Merchant v.s. The Empire in the South Docks
>>3137463>The Empire of Iron
>>3137463>The Long Arm of the Law
>>3137463>PHO: Merchant v.s. The Empire in the South DocksSorry for keeping the tie, but I love PHO snippets.
>>3137463>PHO: Merchant v.s. The Empire in the South Docks
>>3137463>PHO: Merchant v.s. The Empire in the South DocksPHO always.>>3137405Please stop rolling, anon.
>>3137463>PHO: Merchant v.s. The Empire in the South DocksMaybe we've got fans?
>>3137463>PHOInb4 we're in another joker-worm quest derivative
>>3137463>PHO: Merchant v.s. The Empire in the South DocksVoid, is that you?
>>3137621I am not the lord alive. RIPIt looks like PHO is the consensus, gonna take today off to plan and prep. Will be back tomorrow with the main quest, should have the Interlude out before the end of the day.
Shard speculation time.It's pretty obvious that our trigger event was the death of our family and possibly us during the Leviathan attack. The two flashes of memories we got of were our family and being smack-dab in the middle of Leviathan's rampage. If we didn't luck out, they probably didn't either.That's probably how the reasoning for our powers looks on the surface: We want to get back at the giant crustacean, so we became a direct counter to him. I think.Each snippet of fucked-up text, along with some others, gives us a clue as to our true nature.>hungry, PLUMP, CONSUMEThis points to us not just killing Leviathan, but EATING him. This could have a deeper meaning, or not. For all we know, eating him might give us his powers.>The Second Son Dwells In The Waves / Churning The Broken Cycle / The Serpent Must Be Skinned To Fix The WheelSo Leviathan is fucking with the Cycle, and daddy Edenneeds him eaten. I'm guessing Eden because it makes the most sense with the "maintain the Cycle" and parent stuff. Although Eden is a she, maybe it's just a case of "they're bootleg Great Old Ones, gender doesn't matter".>His Forgotten Son Has Come.Since there's like, twenty, there MAY be a VERY small chance that we MIGHT possibly be an Endbringer. Maybe.>Reclamation & RESETThese could be a number of things, all we know is that they're linked. Whatever they are, they're important, since it's a whole point system and the other half of our Shard's purpose.>The Shard left behind by the wondering Worm. One meant as a token begging forgiveness, One to right the wrongs.>That whole dream sequenceAt this point, I got nothing. I'm not an expert on this shit, and who knows what Meddles has added, removed or changed to the story.
>>3137858This all reasonable, but why does it sound like FATHER is going to fuck us up if we use our freaky powers too much?
>>3137858I'm proud, some things are off ABBADON felt great sorrow for his mistake, Zion will welcome you with either forgiveness, or hatred
>>3137858My guess is that reclamation is us eating other capes and claiming their shards :p
Honestly. what could we have done besides join the Merchants? I really can't see anything else working out too well.
>>3139143I find the Merchant's unappreciated as a faction. Also I had no clue what the original op planned.
>>3139343You're doing a good job regardless bro, saying that I need to start contributing rather than lurking.
>>3134088Would it make sense to make fighting while hungry and sated mechanically different? For instance, you're stronger after feeding and hit harder with every attack, while ravenous hunger drives you into a frenzy and allows you more actions/attacks.
>>3139143Maybe Lung could've taken us in? He's quite a monster himself, so he probably wouldn't discriminate against Wendigo, especially if he saw his potential.
>>3143862Why do we need to be taken in at all? We're strong enough to take anyone short of the Endbringers.
>>3144025>Implying we weren't made to eat one of them
>>3144171>Implying we weren't made to eat the world"Il y a des faims qui n'ont d'autres fins que la Fin."
>>3144025>We're strong enough to take anyone short of the EndbringersReally? That's not the impression I got. We were taking damage from bullets.
>>3143862Lung wouldn't accept us into the ASIAN Bad Boys unless we could prove we were oriental before triggering.>>3144025Made to eat endbringers =/= as strong as an endbringer. If we were that strong we might be an endbringer ourself
>>3144741But Famine can heal as long as he keeps eating. He's like a cannibal Wolverine; he can be hurt, but he's tough as shit to actually put down. Fire would probably be one of his weaknesses, like the myth.>>3144025There are still plenty of big boys who could easily kick his ass, especially within the Protectorate who deal with monsters every odd Thursday. We're going to have to go through a lot of bulking before having him throw down with heavyweights instead of small-fry.
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>>3145206Cool, thanks for the new years update
>>3145206Thanks QM. Awesome stuff.
>>3145206Awesome. Have a happy New Years!
Thread has been archived, http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/3133909/Will create a new one either after the whiskey wears off or I get off work. Hope to see you all there.
>>3146006Will there be a link to the new thread?