>>3251682
(All stats start at 2, with the next few choices adding atop to form your base stats.)
(Update Schedule and Game Mechanics can be found in the link below:)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1MHR0AGRXh3cSP3xM8dFyvQbLOB8vpuVEIy5Y5YpRru4/edit?usp=sharing
(Character Sheet and Inventory shall be posted later, once base stats have been chosen and the introductory segment has finished.)

(I will be available for a few hours tonight to get things started, otherwise Voting ends in an hour, or 5:30pm tomorrow if things are too slow today.)
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>>3251682
>She was a pretty thing, she had caught your eye, and before you knew it, she was here, with you...if you were going to kill, you were going to enjoy it.(+2 Speed, +1 Stealth)
Let's have fun with this, at least.

>>3251682
>>She was a Lawyer, a dirty one at that. Thats why you had chosen her as your victim. If you were going to kill, you were going to clean up the town, not slaughter the innocent.( +1 Stamina,+2 Stubbornness)
A man who desperately tries to justify his wrongdoing

>>3251682
>She was a girl you knew from highschool. She had teased you, made your life miserable. If you were going to kill, you were going to set things straight, fix things you left unfinished in the past. ( +1 Strength, +1 Stubbornness, +1 Stealth)

>>3251682
>She was a pretty thing, she had caught your eye, and before you knew it, she was here, with you...if you were going to kill, you were going to enjoy it.(+2 Speed, +1 Stealth)

>>3251682
>She was a pretty thing, she had caught your eye, and before you knew it, she was here, with you...if you were going to kill, you were going to enjoy it.(+2 Speed, +1 Stealth)

(Voting closed, Writing now)

>>3251697
>>3251843
>>3251857
>+2 Speed
>+1 Stealth

She was a pretty thing, not just her eyes, but skin, smooth and perfect, hair like a light reddish blond that caught your eye like a spurring fire. You looked away, fidgeting with your knife a bit. You had always been the outcast, hardly one to be good with interactions, and her natural charms were hardly making this easier.

Still, with a sigh, you ruffle your unkept brown locks and look back to her, dull eyes which knew little sleep meeting her perfect, horrified blue, two seas of pleading, desperate perfection calling out to you. You scoff, frowning. If she wasn't about to die, she would probably never have even given you a glance. Now, she was yours, until her soul was given over to beings who would treat it worse than you ever could.

She was done talking it seemed, staring back silently, as you finally found it within you to act, taking a moment to feel the mental caress of the dark thoughts invading your mind, edging you forward.

You snap your attention downward as you take a step forward, watching as the action makes her squirm like a worm. Below her, upon the ground, eight outlines of tentacles stretched from where she sat, etched into the concrete with unnatural perfection.

Her eyes followed yours, and she squirmed more once she saw them too, once she heard the patter of your dagger, being tossed from hand to hand. She probably thought you had made the marks, carved the tendrils in before she awoke. How wrong she was.

A few more steps, each one deliberate, each one letting you delight as she cried, as she squirmed uselessly in her bindings. It was time you got to business. It was time for the darkness to have its blood feast.

>Stab her ankles, it'll get this over with quicker, and wont cause too much pain, so you'll still get to enjoy her features not too warped by agony.(+1 Speed, +1 Stealth)

>Go for her gut. Go wild. Enjoy watching her face as her guts are twisted up with each stab. Itll be messy, but why should it be clean? (+1 Stamina, +1 Strength)

> Slowly push the knife into her throat. She'll be theirs before she dies, and meeting her eyes as you slowly drive it in will bring you close, and personal. (+2 Stubbornness)

(Voting will close in one hour)

>>3251950
>Stab her ankles, it'll get this over with quicker, and wont cause too much pain, so you'll still get to enjoy her features not too warped by agony.(+1 Speed, +1 Stealth)

>>3251950
>Stab her ankles, it'll get this over with quicker, and wont cause too much pain, so you'll still get to enjoy her features not too warped by agony.(+1 Speed, +1 Stealth)
Part of me wants to go for balancing our stats, but specialization is probably better.

>>3251950
>Slowly push the knife into her throat. She'll be theirs before she dies, and meeting her eyes as you slowly drive it in will bring you close, and personal.

>people voting for pretty thing because they want to have fun
>but then vote to end it as quickly and painlessly as possible
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>>3251962
Supporting

>>3252040
Body needs to be intact when we go full on necrophiliac.

>>3252040
Hey man, I'm just trying to max stealth.

>>3251960
Support, as long as it's still warm.

(voting closed, writing now.)

>>3251960
>>3251962
>>3252041
>>3252108
>+1 Speed
>+1 Stealth

Leaning down, dagger gripped tightly, you grip her leg tightly, holding it steady as she tries in vain to struggle. Though you hardly are the strongest man around, her bindings were strong, and she hardly was an athlete either.

With quick precision, you slip the dagger neatly into her ankles, feeling tendons snap and watch hot blood wash out as you pull back, the woman letting out a whimper of a scream as you step back, the corners of your mouth twitching towards a smile, as you snap your eyes upwards, meeting her crystalline eyes as they seem to go dim, all hope fading as she meets your gaze, and your smile breaks loose.

Snapping your attention back downwards, you watch as the blood flows out, caressing forward into the tentacle pattern, not one drop escaping their outline as they slowly fill up. You smirk a bit, watching her eyes snap downwards as the tips of the tendrils start to twitch, then slowly, peel upwards from the ground, bubbling, hissing as they twist inward towards her, her struggling going hectic as they slowly become more and more solid, slowly peel further and further from the ground, snaking their way towards her, slowly wrapping around and working up her legs and torso gently.

The room was filled with voices, like screaming whispers, words you couldn't understand, but had heard many times now.

You meet her gaze one last time as the tentacles of her own bubbling blood make their way over her face and up her arms, before in one solid motions she is pulled down, her restraints snapping as the glistening red double over inward on themselves. She lets out one last scream, before she is gone. Downward, nothing left but a hissing, steaming puddle of red, slowly draining downward into itself until not a single drop is left.

And just like that, the whispers cease. The world goes silent, though to you it felt so much louder than before. You frown, having hoped to enjoy her a bit more, but it was hardly your decision. Next time, maybe you'll have more luck.

(cont.)

>>3252287
Quickly cleaning your blade and stuffing it back into its sheath, buried deeply in your jacket, you waste little time turning heel and heading out, only a moment spent slipping out your notebook and scratching off the top item, leaving three more chores so far your dark masters had left to you. But those could be done tomorrow. It was late, and these things did not happen easily.

Taking one last look back, seeing naught one sign of your deeds today left, you cant help but remember but three weeks ago, when you wondered if you could even harm a person, huddled up in your home outside of town, alone, nothing to be said for your existence but that you were alive.

Now, though, you had purpose, and though you could never say you were in the right, the creatures buried under this towns foggy atmosphere had given you a reason to move forward, no matter the grist and gore it bathed you in.

as you reach the exit and enter the chill of the night, you contemplate your next move.

>Head to the bar. You need to drown out what you are, and alcohol helps make sure if they send more nightmares your way, you might still get some sleep out of this night. (+2 Stamina, +1 Strength)

>You still need to go grocery shopping. Your current job doesn't mean you don't still have human needs to fill. (+1 Stamina, +1 Strength, +1 Stealth)

>Go for a jog, clear your head, it'll help you come to terms with it all and calm your nerves down. (+1 Stubbornness, +2 Speed)

>Just head home, you need sleep and its where you feel most at ease planning your next jobs out at.(+1 Stamina, +2 Stubbornness)

(voting will close in one hour)

>>3252295
>Just head home, you need sleep and its where you feel most at ease planning your next jobs out at

>>3252295
>You still need to go grocery shopping. Your current job doesn't mean you don't still have human needs to fill. (+1 Stamina, +1 Strength, +1 Stealth)

>>3252295
>You still need to go grocery shopping. Your current job doesn't mean you don't still have human needs to fill. (+1 Stamina, +1 Strength, +1 Stealth)
A man's gotta eat.

>>3252295
>You still need to go grocery shopping. Your current job doesn't mean you don't still have human needs to fill. (+1 Stamina, +1 Strength, +1 Stealth)

Let's learn to cook. Hobbies are good. Also maybe we can turn cooking into a career that can possibly let us murder people?? Many possibilities down the "murder people from work" line of thinking.

(voting closed, Writing now)

>>3252314
>>3252411
>>3252484

>+1 Stamina
>+1 Strength
>+1 Stealth

You rub at your belly, the grumbling of your stomach breaking you out of your stupor a bit as it reminds you of your need to go shopping, having run out of time earlier in the day due to your, well, busy schedule.

Its a strange comfort, reminding you of just how human you really are, as you slug off to your car, and old pickup truck, and toss yourself inside without much thought, the jumping of the engine and blast of heat breaking with the icy chill of the autumn night outside, as you head off towards your destination, mind more than happy to recall your shopping necessities over current events.

It was only a quick drive to the nearest 'Howdymart', some local brand. The town was old, though modernization had made its way in, old habits like the lack of name brand superstores had yet to invade the land, and considering what you knew, you couldn't help but wonder if its strange disconnection from the outside world wasn't the intentional meddling of the dark rot it hid on its underbelly.

Stepping back out of the truck as you throw it into park, you shake your head clear. Such thoughts hardly mattered, you weren't the one who was going to change that, not before all of this, and certainly not now. Your entire job as far as you could tell, was to keep the status quo. To keep the ancient shadows satisfied and complacent, to keep do their dirty work for them so they wouldn't feel the need to rampage and disrupt a good thing going on for the rest of them.

Or something like that. In truth you didn't know, but you weren't sure if you should care, or had a right to. As you step into the blindingly bright food mart, you blink your eyes into adjustment as a familiar voice makes you jump.

(cont.)

>>3252667
“Well well well, Jacob Lee, what would your mother think, if she caught you dragging your sorry butt in here at 3am in the morning?!” you snap your attention to the left, a chirpy, tall blond, hair up in a bun, square glasses settling on her nose smirks at you, leaning on a mop as she awaits your response.

You grumble, waving her off as you stuff your hands in your pockets and grouchily march towards the aisles. “thats frankly none of your business Cherilee, and considering she lives three states over and I haven't called in a year, she would probably just be happy to know im alive.” you quip back, the middle aged, though aged gracefully, woman hardly your favorite person to talk to, but her monopoly on large foodstore in the town left you with little choice but to meet her smirky, cheery expression in order to feed yourself.

You ignore her laugh and whatever she snaps back with, knowing a battle of words with her is a losing one, as you set about grabbing what you need and doing it quickly, before she has the time to drag this trip on all night. Shes done it before, and frankly, your half convinced at least some of the color under your eyes is from her instead of the nightmares.

>Fuck it, just grab whatever, you just need to get out of here quickly.(+2 Speed)

>You like a good home grill-out, so grab some steaks and potatoes. You'll feast tonight.(+1 Stamina, +1 Stubbornness)

>Trying new things never hurts, maybe some orange chicken and rice, or something Mexican?( +2 Stamina)

>You don't trust your cooking, just go for some microwave meals, not like you got time for all this anyways.(+1 Strength, +1 Speed)

(Voting to close in one hour, thank you for participating, this is the last Stat changing decision you will have)

>>3252676
>You like a good home grill-out, so grab some steaks and potatoes. You'll feast tonight.

>>3252676
>Trying new things never hurts, maybe some orange chicken and rice, or something Mexican?( +2 Stamina)

>>3252676
>You like a good home grill-out, so grab some steaks and potatoes. You'll feast tonight.(+1 Stamina, +1 Stubbornness)
I have to admit, I'm just picking this because steak and potatoes make for one of my own favorite dinner options.

>She was a pretty thing, she had caught your eye, and before you knew it, she was here, with you...if you were going to kill, you were going to enjoy it.(+2 Speed, +1 Stealth)
Huh. I thought this implied we were going to fuck her before killing her. heh.

>>3252676
>attempt to flirt Cherilee

>>3252797
Supporting flirting with the chritmass cake

>>3252797
Supporting

>>3252797
Supportan

(voting closed, writing now, and certainly not entirely what i expected to be writing.)

>>3252689
>>3252780
>>3252797
>+1 Stamina
>+1 Stubbornness

Making your way to the beef aisle, you waste no time picking out a pack of large Ribeyes to satisfy your cravings with, stopping on the way back up to grab a bag of potatoes and some assorted goods for later in the week.

With everything tucked neatly under your arm, you cautiously approach the checkout lane, setting the goods down as you nervously look around, the only employee you have seen nowhere to be found.

“Find everything alright?” a cheeky voice stabs in from behind you, nearly making your soul shred out of your skin as you jump and twirl around, Cherilees bright green eyes staring back at you through her glasses, a small smirk on her face as she stifles a chuckle with her hand.

“god almighty woman you're quieter than a mouse.” you stammer out as you attempt to calm down you heart before it shatters in your chest. Your met with a chuckle and a raised eyebrow as she slides around to the cash register, eyes locking with yours, her smirk never dying, it never did as far as you knew.

“Well, no ones been brave enough to try and get any noise outta me in awhile, but I assure you I can make quite a bit of it when I want.” she says, giving you a wink.

You blink, quickly clearing your throat as you break away from her gaze to stare at your purchases as she starts to scan them. She was always like this, though in different levels of lack of tact. Your natural instinct to shut her down harshly starts to crawl from your throat, but something halts you. Your mind jumps back to the woman before, her rusty locks and perfect skin flashing in your eyes like specters.

Wasted opportunities, a mesmerizing waste in a way, a chance given away out of necessity to greater purposes. But maybe you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. The worst case possible is you get nothing out of the fr from unattractive woman before you, something you were far from unused to.

Besides, she taunted you enough, she shouldn't complain if you give some back. Giving a smirk all your own, you meet her emerald eyes once again. “well, I tend to like the quite honestly, but a little noise might be a good change of pace, if your so inclined to offer it.”

(cont.)

>>3253079
You cant help but grin from ear to ear as the smug exterior of this woman who has stood firm before you for years cracks, her eyes going wide in a moment of shock and vulnerability, hands pausing on scanning your soda carton. But in but a moment she pulls herself back together, a large grin showing off pearly perfect teeth as she giggles, a surprisingly genuine one.

“Well, wasn't meant to be much of an offer, but in all these years I think that's the most spine ive seen you ever show.” her grin doesn't let up, as she finishes packing up your goods and hands them to you with a wink. “keep improving on your pickup lines a bit and maybe next time you'll win a ladies heart around here, hm?”

you cant help but keep grinning along with her as you take your bags from her, eyes locked on hers as they shine brightly in the overhead lights. “Well, if you wanted me to come by more often, that's certainly a way to ask.” you wink back, getting a light whistle from her as you say your goodbyes and head out of the store, unsure of exactly how to take what you had just done. You weren't sure if you were more shocked you had done it, or that it hadn't gone south for you.

Regardless, you head home in a surprisingly better mood than you had expected, your ability to put the gruesome events you had enacted into the back of your mind much easier than you had hoped. You might even get to sleep well tonight, a rarity you would be more than happy to cherish.

(cont.)

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>>3253084
The night went by fast, dinner cooked slow and right, perfection of a steak with a baked potato loaded with everything you could muster. A belly filled with good food never hurt to put you at ease, a comfort you cherished when you had so few to look forward to.

And to your surprise, no nightmares ate away at your sleep, no darkness crawled into your mind and whispered to you, demanding dark deeds from you. A blessing, if you could call it that, as you groggily pull yourself from your bed and stumble into the bathroom, as your list was already quite damn full.

As pulled your mind out of the coils of sleep and prepared for the day, you couldn't help but rubbed at the chain marked burned into your left palm, the six locks a reminder of your life, tracing them having become a morning ritual you didn't think you would ever stop.

A reminder, of that first night. You had thought it all that. A nightmare. Ignored their demands, their warnings. Until night fell, and you thought you could sleep the feeling of terror away.

You still remember being dragged from your bed into the forest. You still remember the shadows, holding distorted faces and horrors you still could not imagine. You still remember them holding you down and stringing the chain across your palm, the searing pain as they burned you down to the bone.

And when you awoke under the harsh light upon the deafeningly cold forest floor, hand healed save for this mark, you knew it was all real, and you knew better than to disappoint the muck that lived in the darkness of this town.

As you sit down to try and enjoy your breakfast, eggs and bacon stacked haphazardly upon your plate, you flip open your notebook, and look over what you had to do, what devils deeds you were to commit next.

>There is apparently some unauthorized creature lurking and hunting around the old grain mill on the other side of town. It needs to be killed, its remains displayed as a lesson to others who would undermine whatever authority commands you and rules this town.

>There is a new club in town that has setup shop inside ground claimed by some specter. And she is not at all happy about it. You're supposed to get the place shut down and its own made an example of, before the damned soul inside the place gets too bloodthirsty and makes a mess too big to cover up.

>There is a beast, a creature ancient and powerful deep in the woods. Its growing restless, and demands the blood of 'three related, but grown apart' to be sacrificed, otherwise it'll wake up and ravage the townside. A big no no, if you understand correctly.

(ill be taking a break for the night here. the Quests introduction is officially over, and now you must choose which demand you will complete first, though in time all must be fulfilled. )
(Voting will be open til 5:30pm CST as stated before, and ill have the character sheet and inventory up in a moment. thank you all for your interest, and i hope you all enjoy this going forward.)

>>3253094
(and here is the link. all future Character sheets of any necessary characters will be posted here, not just the main characters.)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yooThVopNF49uEVqNIT36uUGjQwFHcZYZrgknwyd6Lw/edit?usp=sharing

(with that, thank you all for participating so far, please feel free to discuss and critique as you see fit.)

>>3253094
>Regardless, you head home in a surprisingly better mood than you had expected, your ability to put the gruesome events you had enacted into the back of your mind much easier than you had hoped. You might even get to sleep well tonight, a rarity you would be more than happy to cherish.
>+1 Sanity

>There is apparently some unauthorized creature lurking and hunting around the old grain mill on the other side of town. It needs to be killed, its remains displayed as a lesson to others who would undermine whatever authority commands you and rules this town.

>>3253094
>There is a new club in town that has setup shop inside ground claimed by some specter. And she is not at all happy about it. You're supposed to get the place shut down and its own made an example of, before the damned soul inside the place gets too bloodthirsty and makes a mess too big to cover up.
This seems like the most entertaining job, and I don't feel like we're ready to take on a monster yet.

>>3253094
>There is apparently some unauthorized creature lurking and hunting around the old grain mill on the other side of town. It needs to be killed, its remains displayed as a lesson to others who would undermine whatever authority commands you and rules this town.
A good starter quest to ease us into things.

>>3253094
>There is a new club in town that has setup shop inside ground claimed by some specter. And she is not at all happy about it. You're supposed to get the place shut down and its own made an example of, before the damned soul inside the place gets too bloodthirsty and makes a mess too big to cover up.

(Players, it seems luck would have it i was able to get home early today, however due to the need for a tie breaker i shall leave voting open still til the tie is broken, or 5:30pm as planned, to see if one shows up, otherwise ill simply flip a coin to decide the choice. cheers.)

>>3253094
>There is a new club in town that has setup shop inside ground claimed by some specter. And she is not at all happy about it. You're supposed to get the place shut down and its own made an example of, before the damned soul inside the place gets too bloodthirsty and makes a mess too big to cover up.

(ah, well there you have it, voting closed, writing now then)

>>3253232
>>3253341
>>3254421
After contemplating your options as you slowly dribble down your breakfast, you finally settle upon the second one listed.

It seems some old haunted warehouse in the upside of town had been turned into a quite popular nightclub, a strange sight for such an old fashioned town, but perhaps that alone is why it gained traction so quickly with the local youth and thrill seekers. The issue, of course, was that some specter had laid claim to the abode, the warehouse being her haunt, and she was far from pleased at the intruders.

As the whispers had demanded, you were to get the place shut down and remove the owner, some frat-like middle aged man, leaving him as a display to ward off any further attempts at livelihood in the town. Or something like that. Maybe it was just to satisfy the girl haunting the place, you really never were given full details on these matters.

With the last of your breakfast scarfed down, you stretch your limbs and slip from your chair, taking a look around your empty, though comforting, home. Despite everything, you still felt safe here, still felt like it was the one place you could be at ease.

But you couldn't hide in here forever, not like before. Taking a shallow breath, you step out of the kitchen and into the hallway, taking a moment to collect your thoughts as you contemplated how best to go about your business.

>Drive over and give it a good look over the place while you still have daylight to burn. See how its layed out, where you can slip in from the back, that sorta thing.
>>Maybe you can sneak in and cause trouble, get people to stop coming, cause a few accidents or something.
Or
>>if you can slip in and out unnoticed, maybe you can get to the owner when hes there and leave him strung up. No one would want to come to a club after its owners strung up on display.

>Locate and stalk the owner, find out where he goes outside his club, where he is must vulnerable to strike down. You cant be sure, but maybe just getting rid of him alone will do the trick.

>Just figure out how to enjoy your day, or focus on another objective til night comes around. Regardless of how you do this, it'll work out better if you just wait til its bustling and slip in with the crowd
>>Write in what you wish to do in the meantime.

>Write-In Suggestion

>>3254476
(voting will remain open for one hour)

>>3254476
>>>if you can slip in and out unnoticed, maybe you can get to the owner when hes there and leave him strung up. No one would want to come to a club after its owners strung up on display.

>>3254496
support, make it really fucking gruesome and also spin a tale of it being on top of some native american burial ground or some shit, no one will ever come there again

>>3254476
>>>if you can slip in and out unnoticed, maybe you can get to the owner when hes there and leave him strung up. No one would want to come to a club after its owners strung up on display.

>>3254476
can we loot the body?

>>3254514
that sounds pretty cool

>>3254525
(the Club Owners body? i mean, once you kill or incapacitate him ,sure, it would be possible to loot his belongings.)

>>3254545
Then after that we can take his house keys and loot his home. I hope he's got so money and weapons stashed away.

>>3254545
Is it a him though? Do we even recognize who the owner is?

>>3254589
(well, no. Jacob has yet to ever see the man, though the owner is not one to hide from his status so it might not be hard to locate him.)

(voting is closed,writing now)

>>3254496
>>3254514
>>3254515
>>3254540
After much contemplation as you slip on your jacket and prepare for the mornings journey, you decide it would be best to take a drive over to the place and see its layout, see where you might slip in and out unnoticed. You hardly wanted your name on the entry list if you could avoid it, that was for sure.

Stepping out into the chill of the fall air, you scrunch your jacket tighter around you are you march quickly to your truck, running the plan through your mind as you slip into your vehicle and get the heater started.

The best plan you could think of was to get to the owner and leave him one hell of a mutilated mess for the night-goers to discover. No one sane would want to return to a place after its owner was found strung up like dogs had gone at him. Hell, you could even spin it to look like the place was some sorta native burial ground, maybe leave a hatchet in his skull and some beads strangling his neck, make the scene a gorefest none would forget anytime soon.

Nodding, you headed into town, your mind made up upon your plan as you make your way up town. The difficult part would be getting the materials you needed. You knew exactly where to get Indian shit from, the problem was making sure nothing was traced back to you.

Rubbing your chin, you think over your options here.

>Just buy the shit. You use cash and you hardly ever come to this part of town, much less visit this shop. No one will be able to trace it back to you, too few in this town even know you exist as it is, and more than not, most people keep to themselves and their own business around here. (-$50)

>It'll be a bit more expensive, but you're sure you can find someone willing to buy the items for you for a bit of a buyers fee. You can throw up your hood and leave no real trace, but your not sure you want to spend the extra cash. (-$75)

>You'll just slip in and sneak out with what you need. You've murdered people, why the hell should you care about a little bit of robbery? (-1 Speed or Stealth)

>Write-In Suggestion

(voting to remain open for one hour)

>>3254642
>It'll be a bit more expensive, but you're sure you can find someone willing to buy the items for you for a bit of a buyers fee. You can throw up your hood and leave no real trace, but your not sure you want to spend the extra cash. (-$75)

>>3254642
>You'll just slip in and sneak out with what you need. You've murdered people, why the hell should you care about a little bit of robbery?

>>3254642
>>It'll be a bit more expensive, but you're sure you can find someone willing to buy the items for you for a bit of a buyers fee. You can throw up your hood and leave no real trace, but your not sure you want to spend the extra cash. (-$75)
We'll need that speed and stealth for the actual murder, can't spend it on getting the supplies.

>>3254642
>It'll be a bit more expensive, but you're sure you can find someone willing to buy the items for you for a bit of a buyers fee. You can throw up your hood and leave no real trace, but your not sure you want to spend the extra cash. (-$75)
No amount of money is worth risking our identity.
Plus, we can just loot the guy after we kill him.

>>3254648
>>3254681
>>3254685
support, just steal his shit when we're done and recuperate the money lol

plus if it's a bumping club, guarantee there's a safe either in his house or his club that we can bust into - so before we kill him, we HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO demand where his safe is and the code to it (if it's a code lock), so we can get that sweet ass money

>>3254722
good idea

>>3254722
also we need to buy latex gloves and shit since the body and murder weapons, by necessity, won't be hidden by the ooga booga deities living beneath the town

(Voting is now closed, Writing now.)

>>3254648
>>3254681
>>3254685
>>3254722
>-$85

Screw it, you think to yourself, its not like you didn't have more money you could access from your accounts later, and it was hardly worth the risk of getting exposed to buy the goods yourself. Plus, it was quite possible you could swipe a good bit of funds from the club owner once you had taken him down.

For now, the best option you had was to pay someone to get the items you needed. Taking a moment to take a quick glance at the honestly kinda already shady shop as you passed it to park a few buildings down, you slip up your hood and out into the only somewhat active town, eyes peeled for potential business partners, however temporarily.

Spotting either a bum or a man who had a worse habit of keeping worn down clothing than you downing a bottle in nearby alleyway, you decide to approach cautiously.

“morning.” You say, cutting into the silence of the morning fog as the gruff looking man ignores you, bottle up and contents draining. “er, well, you seem busy, so ill cut to the chase. Ive got a small favor to ask of you.”

“fuk off.” he mumbles, letting the bottle slip from his lips as the contents cease to flow, the glass pinging loudly off the gravel as it bounces and rolls away from the man, clearly at least a bit drunk already.

You sigh, making sure to keep your head down. “there's cash involved. You want to earn something today or not?” the man sneers at you, but his eyes linger, curious at your offer.

“what fuk you want then?” he says, breaking the growing tension between the two of you. You smile lightly, and fish out eighty five dollars, holding the wad out to the man. “I need a Hatchet, some Indian beads, and some latex gloves from that shop two doors down. Whatever you dont spend is yours to keep. Sound fair? “

(cont.)

>>3254801
The bum stares from you to the cash, whatever level of drunk he was far from enough to keep his suspicions at bay. “da fuk ya need me fer ta do that?” he mumbles out, his speech broken, though you weren't so sure it was from alcohol alone.

Quickly sewing together a narrative, you scratch at the back of your head, chuckling weakly in an attempt to convince the man of your story. “ah, well, me and the store owner don't get along, but I need the items for an art project a friend of mines working on. Cute girl, trying to impress her, ya know?” you say, giving the man a smile you can only hope is convincing.

He stares back, eyes narrowed into slits, his mouth pursed tight, clearly not entirely buying your creative spur of the moment story. But after a moment he snatches up the money, running his hand through the wad as he nods. “ahn ah keep tha extra?”

You nod, your smile only partially fake. “that's right.” with another nod, he pushes past you, grumbling to himself as he sniffs the money. “wait ere then, be back wit yer crud.” he says, almost out of earshot. Shrugging, you lean back against the bricks of the alleyway, looking up at the growing light of the dying morning. Always were a night person, never liked being up early, but honestly with what night now entailed for you, you couldn't help but appreciate it when you weren't up in the darkest depths of the day, when you had nothing keeping you from just...being home. Sure, your tasks were a better reason to pull yourself to your feet than you ever had before, but they had also warped your life and your little joys, tearing out more from you than you cared to admit.

You snap back to attention at the sound of footsteps approaching, turning just in time to nearly get knocked off your feet by the force of the bag being shoved into your hands, the bum saying no words as he stumbled past you, disappearing around the bend at the back of the alley, fresh bottle to his lips as two more lazily hung from the fingers of his other hand. Well, you knew where your change had gone at least.

Searching through the bag, you frown a bit. The tomahawk was much smaller than you had expected, though still capable of getting the job done. The beads were cheap looking, but long enough to choke, so that wasn't too bad. The gloves were only a single, yes a single set of latex gloves. You didn't even know if they sold them in singles, or maybe they didn't and you had just been ripped off more than you had expected so the man could get more of his addiction.

Still though, you cant help but chuckle a bit as you slump back to your car, not sure you should've expected anything less than a shady business deal to end a bit shadily for you.

(cont.)

>>3254803
It was not too long a drive to get from the shop to the nightclub, the brightly colored sign of a girl waving her hips back and forth clearly labeling the large building as the infamous 'Den of Dreamers', whatever the seventh hell that even meant. Sometimes despite only being in your mid twenties, you felt like your fellow young adults had already left you far, far behind culturally. And you weren't so sure that was such a bad thing either.

Taking a few drives around the block, you are surprised to find the place had been renovated and restored in ways that did not at all suit your needs. No window on the fist floor was available, all boarded up and bard up, a strange occurrence you thought. The town was hardly known for heavy crime even in its run down trailer parks, let alone in one of the better part of towns. The man was an outsider though, so maybe he was from a place where risks weren't something you took, or was afraid old troubles might follow him here.

Regardless, your only other points of entry besides the front was a heavy metal door in the back alley that was probably locked well and guarded you would expect, but would certainly lead to the back where you would avoid being seen.

Otherwise, your option was the unguarded large windows of the second story, some you might be able to reach from the building next door or with a bit of climbing, though where they lead was much less known. Possibly storage, maybe just to the overhead walkways for the lights and speakers, or maybe to nowhere. But you doubted anyone at all would see you up there, so it was much less likely to get you a run in with staff.

Regardless, as you pull into a parking lot of a donuts shop across the street, you had your options layed out, and as you drummed on your steering wheel, your mind stirred as it planned.

>Head in now. Maybe he is here, but even if he is not, you can simply wait for him to come back. Plus, it'll let you scope out the best place to display his remains, and scope out any goods you could swipe. (-1 Stealth)

>Wait til the place opens, til its a bit more bustling. The noise and commotion will mask your movements, aswell as the dimmed light from being later in the day. The issue is more staff will be around, so once inside you'll have a harder time getting about or snooping out where to make your mark. (-1 Stubbornness)

plus;

>Sneak in through the back, it'll require a bit of force, but its the most likely to put you where you need to be. (-1 Strength)

>Sneak in through the upper windows. Less effort honestly, despite the climb, and wont leave any trace you were around. The issue is you have no idea where you'll end up at.(-1 Stealth)

(Voting to close in one hour)
(for reference, the extra money lost was for the gloves suggestion, however the bum took advantage of the situation.)

>>3254806
>Head in now. Maybe he is here, but even if he is not, you can simply wait for him to come back. Plus, it'll let you scope out the best place to display his remains, and scope out any goods you could swipe. (-1 Stealth)
Work smart, not hard.
>Sneak in through the upper windows. Less effort honestly, despite the climb, and wont leave any trace you were around. The issue is you have no idea where you'll end up at.(-1 Stealth)
Let's not make a commotion; plus signs of forced entry would be easy to figure out. Let's let the investigators puzzle over how we got the man

>>3254806
>>Head in now. Maybe he is here, but even if he is not, you can simply wait for him to come back. Plus, it'll let you scope out the best place to display his remains, and scope out any goods you could swipe. (-1 Stealth)
>Sneak in through the back, it'll require a bit of force, but its the most likely to put you where you need to be. (-1 Strength)

This makes the most sense. Committing high-profile, brutal murder isn't something you do on top of a busy and bustling club, and besides, we need to clean up any trace of it being us that did the murder - for that, we need time.

>>3254812
Actually I change my mind to
>Sneak in through the upper windows. Less effort honestly, despite the climb, and wont leave any trace you were around. The issue is you have no idea where you'll end up at.(-1 Stealth)

Due to the whole forced entry thing. We went to the effort of getting the latex gloves, so why leave significant amounts of evidence?

>>3254806
>>Head in now. Maybe he is here, but even if he is not, you can simply wait for him to come back. Plus, it'll let you scope out the best place to display his remains, and scope out any goods you could swipe. (-1 Stealth)

>Sneak in through the upper windows. Less effort honestly, despite the climb, and wont leave any trace you were around. The issue is you have no idea where you'll end up at.(-1 Stealth)

Supporting >>3254812

>>3254806
>despite only being in your mid twenties, you felt like your fellow young adults had already left you far, far behind culturally
pls don't do this to me

(voting is now closed, writing now.)

>>3254933
(hah, did that line hit a bit too close to home i guess?)

>>3254814
>>3254815
>>3254850
>-2 Stealth

taking but a moment to better stash your newfound goods within your jacket, you slip out of your truck and casually head across the street, few eyes even around to notice you, and less than none drawing towards you. You're just some guy going for a walk after all, just some guy heading to where he needs to be.

Taking only a moment to make sure no eyes had glued themselves to you, you slip into the alleyway and out of sight. Screw waiting, you didn't want this to take all day anyways, and frankly you didn't want to be around for the music either. With but a few moments of testing a few pipes and looking around, you find a path upwards to climb to one of the windows, heaving yourself upwards on old drainage tubes and windowsills.

Not the safest thing you had ever done, but then again, you currently murdered people for a living in order to satisfy the hunger of eldritch daemons, often coming close to contact with them. A quick climb up some rusted metal hardly seemed like the thing to complain about.

With a final grunt, you sit yourself down on the upper windowsill, pressing your hands silently to the glass as you tested it, and thankfully found it to slowly press inward, into the dim darkness of the upper floor of the 'Den of Dreamers', though by tonight, you were pretty sure most would be joining you for a bout of hellish nightmares. A gift you were not upset to be handing out honestly, given the crowd.

(cont.)

>>3255027
slipping inside, you found yourself in what appeared to be the attic, or at least the storage space of the place. Dark, musty, dusty, you had to wonder if the new owners had ever even been up here, but upon inspecting further, you saw what seemed to be much newer merchandise up ahead near a old metal door, which probably lead downstairs, or into the more used areas of the second floor. Seems they had simply forgone throwing any of the old crap out, merely stacking their own shit where space still remained.

Looking at the stacks of surprisingly well built crates surrounding you, you couldn't blame them, this shit looked heavy and you certainly didn't know how it had ever gotten up here, some of them a bit too big for the doorway if you had to guess. A mystery for some other guy, you shrugged, and started to tip toe your way forward.

“Christ its cold.” you mutter to yourself, rubbing your arms as your breath starts to mist before you, your pace quickening a bit towards the door, mumbling to yourself about how such a place could be so popular when they dont even heat the place, before you stop dead in your tracks, heart skipping a beat as you blink, realization hitting hard.

It wasn't that cold. Not outside, and this was hardly a freezer. It shouldn't be so cold, you mutter inside your head, as you stare down at the fog seeping past your feet from behind you. No, it shouldn't be so cold, not unless something was damn well making it so.

With a grunt, you gnash your teeth, thinking yourself an idiot for overlooking the simplicity of what you had just done. You spin around, dagger gripped hard and ready, as you stare into the inky blackness behind you, fog slowly wafting forwards as you realize your idiocy.

You had just entered the home of an angry, annoyed spirit, and more to the point, had intruded upon the one last spot she had to keep away from the pests invading her home.

(cont.)

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>>3255029
the Girl who slowly twists her way out of the fog before you had seen better days, though that was hardly surprising considering she had met an end terrible enough to where she felt the need to stick around.

Skin gray, cold, lifeless, like her pale white eyes, black hair drooping down her face. Her chest was translucent, hollow, an empty rib cage, her body cloaked in a dress of veins and blood. And her eyes shown with that of a creature the exact opposite of happy to see you.

You hated ghosts. You had only met one other in your three weeks as a servant, and frankly he was much less terrifying but had been so utterly mind numbingly irritating you cursed whoever allowed them to be immune to physical weaponry. You didnt usually actually want to kill, usually more of just indifferent to the idea. But that bastard had stirred up within you a bloodthirst you still felt thinking about him.

This unfortunate young girl however, did not do that to you. Instead, you felt like ice was forming in your veins, her angry, dead stare more of stirring forth feelings of 'get the fuck out of here' than anything else.

“why...here?” she hisses out, red mist leaving her lips with every word, the ever growing fog pulsing red like a heartbeat as she spoke, the echoes of screams of rage whispering against the walls of the now all too cramped attic you found yourself inside.

You were surprised she had not just gone in for the kill, but you guessed perhaps she could sense you were marked. That, or being obviously not one of the party goers from below, maybe she just didn't want to waste her energy on a common burglar.

>Fuck this. Shes mad, shes not glad, get out of here before you become a victim instead of making one. (-1 Speed)

>you really don't know if talking to her will save your sorry ass, but maybe if shes already talking she'll be reasonable. That, or she wont care and this will not be fun.(Write what you wish to say, results may vary)

>Write-In Suggestion.

(Voting will last one and a half hours, as i need to make myself dinner.)
(thank you all for participating so far, i look forward to seeing what you do here.)

>>3255037
>you really don't know if talking to her will save your sorry ass, but maybe if shes already talking she'll be reasonable. That, or she wont care and this will not be fun.
We're here to eliminate the interloper. We will be in and out, and she won't ever have to see us again.

>>3255037
>you really don't know if talking to her will save your sorry ass, but maybe if shes already talking she'll be reasonable. That, or she wont care and this will not be fun.
Me friend. Intruder will be killed. Then I go.

>>3255037
>>you really don't know if talking to her will save your sorry ass, but maybe if shes already talking she'll be reasonable. That, or she wont care and this will not be fun.(Write what you wish to say, results may vary)
"I'm here to wipe out the people desecrating this place. I'll leave when my work is done, and you can rest without intrusion."

>>3255037
>Show her our brand
"They sent me here to fix a problem for you.
And I will. By tonight."

(voting closed, writing now)

>>3255059
>>3255065
>>3255075
>>3255174
thinking quickly, you slip your dagger from your left hand into your right, and cautiously hold out your open palm to the enraged wraith, only slightly having to gulp down a bit of fear.

“er, 'they' sent me to fix your problem for you. Were here to eliminate the interloper, and get rid of the people desecrating this place. And I will. By Tonight. I'll leave when my work is done, and you can rest without intrusion.”

you quickly string out your response, mouth moving a bit faster than you thought you could talk, but considering the situation you were thankful for the newfound gift of gab. The murky eyes of the woman look over the mark upon your palm, edging ever closer as she tilts her head with an audible snap, before her head unnaturally shifts upward to meet your gaze. He pulls back her mouth in scowl, but then she stops.

Like suddenly frozen in ice, her form does not even twitch. You blink, fear giving way to confusion and you let your fingers curl back a bit, unsure of what to do in the situation. And then her lips crack, and shatter into a wicked smile, and before you know if her face is nearly pushing you back, dead white spheres staring point blank into your dull brown, her breath and form bringing forth a chill so cold you can actually feel frost forming upon your face.

“You have Tonight, or you are mine for breaking your word.” she whispers gently, her words digging into your skull, deep into your mind, as her form slowly melts away before you, like sludge hissing away into steam, before a rush of heat washes back into the room, and you find yourself stepping back, pulling in a fresh breath as you find yourself alone once again.

Well, not at all what you had wanted, but much better a situation than it could have been. Sucking some nervous air through your teeth, you turn and grip the doorknob to the door out of this damned place, and slip out of the room, more than happy to get a move on now.


(cont.)

>>3255336
(cont.)

as you gently close the door behind you, you find yourself in a dimly lit hallway, one direction to your left a thin hallway that then seemed to lead to the walkways over the main dance floor, most likely the way maintenance messed with the lights and other overhanging equipment. To the right was a staircase leading down into what seemed to be the backstage rooms, and your most likely destination for finding the owner.

Slowly making your way down the stairs, you peek around the corner, finding one direction to the right leading to a metal door you guessed maybe was the exit to the alley, with one door next to it leading to another room, though what it was for you couldn't read. The left seemed to lead down a hallway that split at the end, one room along the way, and from what little you could tell the next right lead out to the dance floor, meaning the left was probably the offices.

Before you can move however, you are forced backwards as you hear two sets of footsteps and voices coming from where you think the dancefloor is.

“Look, Carl-”

“Its Mr.Bigsby, ive told you that. You think anyone would come to a club run by a damned 'Carl'? Geezus....” a middle aged voice scoffs out, a man walking forth that looked like he was trying way too hard to look young, frosted tipped hair and red leather jacket, and sunglasses inside, all failed to mask the fact he was clearly in his thirties and didn't like it.

“Right, Mr.Bigsby. Im just saying, the music lineup is a bit...experimental. We've done some crazy soundtracks here sure, but this one might be a bit too off the rocker for our usual guests.” another man, a bald, skinny skeleton of a man says back next to him, as he follows Carl down into the other hallway, possibly to Bigsbys office if you had to guess.

“Well, if they complain just switch back to last nights. Easy peasy. Geez I pay you to DJ, why am I the one telling you how to do things out there?” Carl chuckles back condescendingly.

The Skeletal man stops just still in sight as Carl disappears from sight, shaking his head. “yeah, my thoughts exactly...” he mumbles to himself, before following after his boss. And just like that, silence comes back to the halls, as their voices slowly die out into the unknown.

>Wait here til Carl comes back out, and then drag him upstairs. You'll deal with him where no one seems to go, and you'll have easy access to string him up and drop him down from the rafters.(-1 Stubbornness)

>Wait Til the DJ leaves, then sneak down the hall. You'll catch Mr.Bigsby in his office, get what you want out of him, before you give him a good old Indian send off where he feels safest.(-1 Stealth)

>Damned be waiting, you'll take them both out if you need to, you'll head after them now. Besides, you have no idea how long they'll take or who else might show up before you can act. Its now or never. (-1 Speed, -1 Stealth)

>Write-In Suggestion

(Ill be pausing here to the night. thank you all for participating, and i hope you so far have enjoyed it.)
(as stated, ill be available again tomorrow at 5:30pm CST, and Voting shall be open until then.)
(please feel free to leaves discussion, comments, critique, and suggestions as you please, and enjoy your night.)

>>3255341
>>Wait Til the DJ leaves, then sneak down the hall. You'll catch Mr.Bigsby in his office, get what you want out of him, before you give him a good old Indian send off where he feels safest.(-1 Stealth)

>>3255341
>Wait Til the DJ leaves, then sneak down the hall. You'll catch Mr.Bigsby in his office, get what you want out of him, before you give him a good old Indian send off where he feels safest.(-1 Stealth)

I think completely fucking murdering him in his office and leaving a trail of Indian-style paintings with his own blood would be the most fantastic way to do this publicity stunt. But we gotta remember to interrogate and rob his ass.

>>3255341
>Wait Til the DJ leaves, then sneak down the hall. You'll catch Mr.Bigsby in his office, get what you want out of him, before you give him a good old Indian send off where he feels safest.

>“You have Tonight, or you are mine for breaking your word.” she whispers gently
As cold as she is that sounds fucking hot. Ghost fucking weeeeew!
>>3255346
why are there minuses to stats for each choice?

>>3255374
I'm guessing the stats are actually point pools we can pull from for actions. The question is, how do we get those points back?

>>3255374
(semi-difficult actions in where the point is to make you think about how you strain your character even before an 'event' or 'fight' takes place. even a body builder would get tired and start to run out of steam if he abuses his own strength to beat down every door in his way, for example.)

>>3255379
(yes, your stats are essentially point pools. they are fully regained upon getting good sleep/rest,shadow nightmare orders included, or certain actions and situations can regain some individual points at times.)

>>3255341
>Wait Til the DJ leaves, then sneak down the hall. You'll catch Mr.Bigsby in his office, get what you want out of him, before you give him a good old Indian send off where he feels safest.(-1 Stealth)
We have stealth for a reason, hopefully we don't need to use it in a fight.

(Writing now, thank you for your patience)

>>3255348
>>3255349
>>3255367
>>3255765
You decide its best to wait til the DJ leaves and slip in to deal with Carl in his office. Taking him down where he feels most safe will certainly leave an impression, and plus, its probably also the best place to rob the bastard in.

Taking a small step back, you are about to sit down on the stairs in anticipation for a long wait when you see the DJ dragging himself back out of the hallway, laptop tucked under his arm, and looking far from pleased with whatever was going on. Wasting no time, he heads back out to the dance floor, mumbling to himself too quietly to hear. Not one to waste an opportunity, you slip out into the still silence of the hall, slipping into the left hallway and down its length with naught a sound being made.

Considering there was only one room of the three with a light on this direction, it was easy enough to guess where you needed to head, if Mr.Bigsbys voice talking on the phone didn't give it away by itself.

“Nah man, look, either get the damned kegs here by tonight or the orders canceled. You think you're the only provider in town? Bitch please, ill have you know...” he trails on, tearing into the unfortunate soul on the other end like a starving wolf into a lamb, his shadow dancing upon the window of the door like a mad jester at a fest, as you square up next to the opening and peer inside the crack of the ajar door.

Inside the man spun this way and that in a old wheeled chair before a large and well polished wooden desk, a laptop and mounds of paperwork stacked atop the thing. The only other thing you could see from this angle was another desk covered in alcohol behind him, which the man casually snatches a half empty bottle of scotch from and starts to down as he pulls away his cellphone, sneering into it as he finishes his call. “Damn idiots. Im the damn heart of this town and they still don't respect me.” he scoffs, taking another swig as he spins a bit, and starts idly messing with his laptop.

Taking one simple breath, you slowly put your hand on the door, ready to open it and get down to business.

>Write-In Action
(Players, instead of taking off a point, ive instead decided to use this time to give you your first true System Action. The way this is meant to work is, you may spend however many points you wish from those you have remaining, so long as said points make sense in correspondence with the actions you have chosen. The goal is to outclass your opponents own action, his Character having both stats and spent points in the background, and in future situations in retaliation if they so know you are present. While no bonus is awarded for it, do keep in mind playing to the situation does have its advantages, such as now and the fact he does not expect you.)
(Any questions, please feel free to ask)
(Voting shall remain open for one hour, thank you)

>>3257229
oh shit

>>3257229
Call upon the powers of the dark eldritch horrors that lurk beneath this town to throw the tomahawk straight into that motherfucker's skull

If we can't do that (I'm not sure what our character is able to do yet), then walk into the room pretending like we're the DJ's freshly hired intern/assistant to help with the sound system while the club is bouncing, and we're asking how he likes his sound system organized, idfk

When we get close, we tomahawk him in the face and then across the neck, ending him quick

>>3257327
(you can attempt to throw it but you as of yet do not have eldritch powers.)
(you must also still spend points, even if it is just Stubbornness to try and ruse the man)

>>3257359
What's our current stats?

(ill be extending Voting by one hour, as it seems to be a slow day, to give others time to vote and those current plans time to be completed)

>>3257382
Oh very nice. Sneak behind him (Stealth) and strangle him with the beads (Stubbornness). When that's over drag him as quick as possible back into that creepy attic area we snuck in through (Strength+Speed?). Make sure to leave a conspicuous trail of blood for when the staff come by, but only AFTER* we've ritually mutilated him.

>>3257375
(whoops, forgot the new items, that is my mistake)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yooThVopNF49uEVqNIT36uUGjQwFHcZYZrgknwyd6Lw/edit?usp=sharing
Jacob Lee
Stamina- 4/4
Strength- 3/3
Stubbornness- 3/3
Speed- 5/5
Stealth- 3/5

Inventory;
15$ Cash
Keys(Home, Car)
Latex Gloves
Indian Beads
Tomahawk Hatchet(+2 Stamina loss When inflicted Physically)
Dagger(+1 Stamina loss when inflicted Physically)

>>3257398
(my apologizes if it was not clear, stat points spent are a sum total decided by you for the entire action(s) taken. the number to be determined by you. obviously, spending more points leads to a greater chance of success, but conversely leaves you weaker for later actions and engagements)
(at the moment, id say Stubbornness would be unnecessary to spend on this cation, leaving you wishing to spend 1 Stealth, Speed, and Strength?)

>>3257421
Yes!

(voting closed, writing now)

>>3257398
Jacob;
>-1 Strength, Speed, and Stealth
>Total Score, 4

Carl;
>-2 Stubbornness
>Total Score, 3

With deft hands, you wait til Carl is distracted, then push the door open just enough to slip in low, slipping out the beads as you do so in hopes of strangling out any noise the man makes as you choke the life out of him. But things do not go exactly as planned as Bigsby spins around before you get close enough, standing quickly as he notices his door open. “what tha he-”

You waste no time as he spots you, dashing forward quickly in his moment of confusion to bring a fist down hard on his face, knocking him backwards into the wall. With nimble hands, you slip the beads around his neck as he bounces off the wall, pulling tightly as you catch his weight as he stumbles forward, the double blow disorienting him heavily. Pulling tightly, you grit your teeth as the heavy man struggles in your grip, but the blows to his head leave him weak and confused, despite the life draining from his body as he foams at the mouth, body desperate for oxygen you refuse to allow in, jerking the beads tighter as you slide to the ground against the wall, breathing slowly as you watch him kick and claw for his life.

In vain though, as within but a little while his struggling stops, then ceases all together. And after but a few moments later, you can be sure he is gone of this world. Slowly letting the beads go, feeling them slowly slip from your grasp as you watch his corpse slide to the ground, face twisted in agony, you groan.

You were gonna have to drag his sorry ass all the way upstairs. Grunting, you waste no time crawling to your feet, tucking your arms under his and hefting him upward as you start to drag him out of the room.

Making your way down the hall, you pause, ears picking up noise ahead. Turning sharply, you hear the pitter patter of footsteps, a familiar voice ringing out as a man comes into view. “alright Mr.Bigsby, everything's setup, I hope you're right abou-” the DJ stops dead in his tracks as his eyes meet the scene before him, his body freezing like someone had hit pause on a TV.

Neither of you dare to twitch, as your eyes meet, the weight of the corpse in your arms slowly growing, as your breathing seems to halt.

And then a click catches in your ear, and glancing down, you spot a pocket knife now held firmly in the Djs hand, the action so subtle you hadn't even noticed him drawing it out.

>Write-In Action

(With how slow it is tonight, i think ill call it for today. Voting like always will be open til 5:30pm tomorrow, though if enough people show up i may still have time tonight.)
(regardless, thank you for participating, and i look forward to your actions)

>>3257598
Fuck
-2 Speed -1 Strength to rush him with the tomahawk

>>3257709
Do you think it'd be too nuts of an idea to try to call upon our masters to convert this man into our henchman?

>>3257760
(ill go ahead and say they most likely would not listen at this point, however if it is any consolation as you progress you may end up with abilities, powers, and favors that make needing a henchmen a moot point, if you play your cards right.)

>>3257598
Fuck me mate
Drop the body, draw the tomahawk and get ready for some blood.
>>3257709
Supporting this

>>3257598
drop the corpse, pray to the ancient dead indian spirits for your aim to be true, then throw the tomahawk at the guy.

(sleep has so far refused to come to me, so ill close voting now and post one more update to get the tick out of my system. writing now.)

>>3258110
BASED AND REDPILLED

>>3257709
>>3257841
Jacob;
>-2 Speed, -1 Strength
>Total Score, 4

The DJ;
>-2 Speed, -1 Strength
>Total Score, 4

Everything goes slow, like syrup flowing down a pancake, as in but a single fluid motion you drop the corpse and bring out the tomahawk, going in for a side swing as the DJ steps forward, blade going in straight for you.

Like two trains going full speed, neither of you has time to alter your course, neither realizing their mistake until it was too late to fully avoid what was coming.

Pain. It was something you were not alien too, but certainly far from used to. Like red flashing through your vision, a shock to the system, your muscles twitching and straining as you jerk back, cursing loudly as you find a folding knife hilt deep in your shoulder, hot red slipping down your arm as you pull back the tomahawk, red glistening off its blade as it sends tendrils of blood across the wall, the DJ dropping to the ground, howling as he grips his side, rolling back and forth as he mutters to himself in panic as he tries in vain to stem the red tide coming from his right side.

Jacob;
>-1 Stamina

The DJ;
>-2 Stamina
>DJ Defeated

you take a moment to steady your breathing, ass thrumming along with your shoulder as you grip tightly to the wooden handle of your axe, hand rubbing around the knife wound, unsure of what you were supposed to do in this situation. Your eyes snap forward back to the pitiful wails of the DJ, now muttering to himself where he was bleeding out, vainly trying uselessly to spend his waning strength to push himself away from you.

Gripping your axe tight, you use the wall to push yourself back to your feet. You had a job to finish.

>This bastard. Lets have some fun with the fucker. Lets make him suffer. We have an axe, he has some limbs. Lets go wild.

>We don't have time for this. Who knows who may have been around to hear him. Plus, you are injured. A quick hit to the back of his head, then get back to business.

>Leave hi. Hes as good as dead with an injury like that. Let him die slowly, while you do what you came here to do.

>Write-In Suggestion.

PLUS

>Take Carls body up the stairs, as planned. You cant let an injury ruin a good plan.

>Fuck stairs, fuck this. Just set him up in his office and do what you need there. Plus, it'll save time when you loot the place.

>This has gotten personal. Drag his ass to the dance floor and gut him there. Beats using the stairs but is much more public and personal than his office.

>Write-In Suggestion.

(NOW Voting is open til 5:30pm this coming day. thank you all for participating, and hope your night is much more sleep based than mine appears to be. or at least let it be pleasant!)

>>3258150
>We don't have time for this. Who knows who may have been around to hear him. Plus, you are injured. A quick hit to the back of his head, then get back to business.
We have a time limit. Let's not get caught up.
>This has gotten personal. Drag his ass to the dance floor and gut him there. Beats using the stairs but is much more public and personal than his office.
Can we gut the DJ there and take Carl upstairs or only do one thing?
Also, we should take they money they have in their wallets and nothing else. No jewelry, nothing. Just cash.

>>3258150
>We don't have time for this. Who knows who may have been around to hear him. Plus, you are injured. A quick hit to the back of his head, then get back to business.
If this is a lethal blow then I'm all for this. No witnesses. if this is not a lethal blow then we better make it one.

>Fuck stairs, fuck this. Just set him up in his office and do what you need there. Plus, it'll save time when you loot the place.
I'm voting for this but...

>Take Carls body up the stairs, as planned. You cant let an injury ruin a good plan.
What was the plan for dragging him upstairs?

>>3258158
(you can add a third action sure, but due to the situation id say it will most likely cost you a stat point.)

>>3258174
(the plan was to mutilate him in the attic.)

(right, i am heading to bed now, but i should have some time before voting closes tomorrow at work to answer further questions then. cheers)

>>3258188
why the attic again?

>>3258150
>This bastard. Lets have some fun with the fucker. Lets make him suffer. We have an axe, he has some limbs. Lets go wild.

^ Fits in with the theme of the Native American spirits fucking up the club boys. Make an effigy out of this motherfucker. Spend some speed points to move quickly, though.

>This has gotten personal. Drag his ass to the dance floor and gut him there. Beats using the stairs but is much more public and personal than his office.

Liquidate the rest of our speed points to do that and then fucking rush the place for loot. Get the safe, get out, etc.

>>3258231
Fuck, supporting this, I forgot that we can spend out points on actions.
I really like this system AA, how'd you come up with it?

>>3258194
(You would have to ask the anon who suggested it, but my guess is either to show off to the ghost, or because the creepy atmosphere of the place may help push the narrative.)

>>3258247
(Honestly just didn't want a system relying on dice rolls, while also taking into account fatigue in a form. Im positive it'll need some tweaks as we progress but we shall see.)

(On phone so im not sure how IDs work with transitioning like this, just incase i messed it up.)

>>3258150
>>We don't have time for this. Who knows who may have been around to hear him. Plus, you are injured. A quick hit to the back of his head, then get back to business. Also be sure to take that knife. Wouldn't do to leave our blood at the scene of the crime.

>Fuck stairs, fuck this. Just set him up in his office and do what you need there. Plus, it'll save time when you loot the place.

(Voting is closed, writing now)
(there was a tie for the second part of the vote, so that one will be decided between the two options via a coin toss)

>>3258158
>>3258174
>>3258231
>>3258811
Fuck this, you think to yourself, you don't have time. Especially with all the damned noise the bastard is making, you can't be sure no one else may of heard the DJ. Gripping your weapon tightly, you take two deliberate steps forward and with one clean, effortless motion, bring the hatchet down and into the mans skull, a hard thud and crunching of bone sending him to his end, the poor man didnt even have the energy to try and block the swing.

Grimacing a bit, you rub at your wound again, and with gritted teeth, slip the blade out, gasping a bit in pain, before you take a bit of your shirt and tie it over the wound, stuffing the bloodied weapon into your pocket. Turning back to Carl Bigsbys corpse, you frown intimately.

Well, this had certainly gotten personal. And with your shoulder like it was, fuck trying to drag his ass up the stairs. You were more than just a bit peeved now, and damned not making a good example out of him now. With grunt, you heft the body back into your arms, and start dragging him towards the dance floor, pulling the Hatchet out of the DJs skull with a yank and odd slurping noise, his head smacking on the hard ground again as you pull the literal dead weight down the hallway.

The Dance floor was much bigger than you had expected, the DJs stage quite small for the size of the joint, and only a sparse few tables near the sides for any semblance of a place to do anything. The bar off to the right seemed out of place, but was none the less seemingly undersized for the joint.

Regardless, you don't let this oddity distract you, quickly pulling the mans body up onto the stage, and stretching out your arm a bit, get down to business. Hatchet raised in your good arm, you start swinging.

The scene you left behind was quite lovely, in a way. The poor bastard looking like he had been brutalized like all hell, hung limply from the center stage by his neck, beads digging into his flesh, body spilling out blood and gore that slowly pooled and dripped off the stage, Hatchet buried deep in his skull. You dont know where his left hand ended up, you got a bit carried away you will admit.

With work done, you slip back into the back, more than glad no one else had shown up, though it was only now getting close to opening hour. Quickly rushing back to the offices, looted keys from Carl in your gloved hands, you slip back into his office and quickly looking around, find a safe under his desk. Thank the lord it was key operated, you didn't find any combination reminders on his person.

(cont.)

>>3259868
Throwing open the vault, you cant help but whistle, stopping for a moment in a bit of admirable shock. Slowly, you lift out the first item you see inside, a very short, and very very illegal, sawed-off shotgun. Thank fuck the dude had no idea you were coming, he was packing some damn fine heat it seems.

Stuffing the gun as best you can under you jacket, you reach in and slip out what cash was in there too, combining it with what little you could find in the two victims wallets. Already having spent more time than you wanted loitering around, you slam the safe shut and toss the keys on the desk, and head for the back door.

Stumbling into your Truck, you flop your head back as you take a breath, having pushed yourself damn near the point of exhaustion in order to get out of there before anyone else showed up. Switching on the vehicle, you quickly leave the scene, knowing only time would tell if your actions worked or not, as night slowly eats away the last droplets of light over the building tops. As you drive off though, you cant help but think you saw someone smiling at you from the upper floor. You can guess how real such a sight may actually be, but you're not so sure you want to know.

Staring down the road, body sore from both a long day and physical injury, you contemplate your next move.

>-4 Speed
Gained;
>$250
>Pocket Knife(+1 Speed when using both Stealth and Strength in a physical attack Action)
>Sawed-Off Shotgun(Capacity:2)(Deals 4 Stamina loss as a Physical Attack at close Range, 2 Stamina Loss at Medium Range, and costs at least 1 Stubbornness to fire.)

>Just go home. You'll stitch yourself up then get to bed. Your days been long enough and you need rest.(Ends Current Day and Task, Resets Stats. Any overlooked events, items, or rewards lost. Risk of temporary Debuff from Injury.)

>damn it, you deserve a reward for this. You got some spare cash now, and you know some good restaurants where no one will ask questions. Go treat yourself a bit.(+1 Stamina, +1 Stubbornness, +1 Stat of Choice)

>You're no doctor, and your shoulder is pretty bad. It might eat up your newly acquired funds, but you could maybe find someone to patch you up and keep it off the record for a hefty price. (+3 Stamina, No risk of Temporary Debuff from Injury, -$???)

>Write-In Suggestion

(Voting to close in one Hour)

>>3259871
>damn it, you deserve a reward for this. You got some spare cash now, and you know some good restaurants where no one will ask questions. Go treat yourself a bit.(+1 Stamina, +1 Stubbornness, +1 Stat of Choice)

>>3259871
>You're no doctor, and your shoulder is pretty bad. It might eat up your newly acquired funds, but you could maybe find someone to patch you up and keep it off the record for a hefty price. (+3 Stamina, No risk of Temporary Debuff from Injury, -$???)
Eventually we're gonna need to learn some basic first aid. It's possible we won't always have access to this doctor friend of ours. Also, OP, is there any way to increase our stat maximum beyond our chargen choices?

>>3259871
We don't need anyone to patch up a little shallow pocket knife wound, lmao. We'll be fine, just head down to the drug store, buy some disinfectant, and sew the fucker up. But first,

>damn it, you deserve a reward for this. You got some spare cash now, and you know some good restaurants where no one will ask questions. Go treat yourself a bit.(+1 Stamina, +1 Stubbornness, +1 Stat of Choice)

Stat of Choice: Speed

>>3259895
(yes, there will be opportunities in the future for permanent stat increases)

>>3259871
What about the DJ's laptop?

>>3259912
(no one seemed interested in it, but if you need an IC reason, assume you didn't have time and/or did not want to grab an item that could potentially be tracked down remotely. )

(voting closed, writing now)

>>3259877
>>3259896
Turning the wheel down a road towards the less developed part of town, you feel the pain of hunger overshadow the pain in your shoulder by miles honestly. And damn it, after tonight, you deserved a nice, good meal not made by your own hands.

Pulling up the truck into the parking lot of a bustling little diner on the edge of town, a subtle kinda transitioning point between the real town and the redneck village of motor homes clinging to the east side of the old place, you already smell a plethora of salivating dishes wafting through your windows and caressing your senses.

Doing your best to be as presentable as one in your condition can seem to be, you slip outside into the chill of the falling night, and head for the bright bustling bubble of civilization before you. Gods, at this point, you may be tempted to order just about half the menu.

It took longer to be seated than you wished, and longer still to get your food, but considering you had ordered three burgers, two hotdogs, five tacos, and a steak, you only had yourself to blame. Digging in quickly, you savor every taste, every little bit of joy they bring to you.

And then a voice cuts out over the chatter. “oh shit. Martha, fuck the game, switch to the news!” someone shouts, the whole building slowly dying down in chatter. After a bit of back and forth, words too drowned out by the crowd and confusion, the channel is finally changed. The news plays, a symphony of background pleasure to your meal.

“...Authorities still have no leads to the brutal murder of one Mr.Bigsby, the owner of a still fairly new nightclub to our little town, and his beloved DJ, one Jeffery Deskop, Both of who met extremely graphic ends. Many locals are claiming it to be the work of vengeful spirits, but the police...” the rest is cut out as the chatter picks back up full swing inside the little bustling eatery, people discussing both their worries and their fears, their theories and their tears. You fight to keep your grin nothing more than a tiny sliver of a smile, as you take another well deserved bite of your burger, before slipping out your notebook, and crossing off yet another item from your list.

Another task fulfilled, another job well done. Shame no one was around to congratulate you, but no one ever had been, not for as long as you can remember.

>+1 Stamina, Stubbornness, Speed
>-$35

(cont.)

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>>3260069
You finish your meal a bit after the commotion had died down, many and more guests losing their appetite and heading home. You lean back, simply enjoying the growing quite as you wait for your check to come back, idly letting the world melt away, taking any feelings, any thoughts of your actions along with it. Dude had been kinda a douche anyways, so why should you really give a damn?

You almost don't notice, as someone slips into your booth, that is, until their fucking glowing goddamned eyes peek up at you from under their hoodie, eyes which are full of anger, a rage burning deeply, perhaps even the source of the unnatural green glow before you. The young womans next words though, those fully snap you to attention.

“I know what you are. I know you've killed people.” she hisses out, resting her arms on the table as she stares you down, unwavering, unblinking, as you stutter inwardly, eyes going wide in shock.

“And you're going to help me kill someone, or im gonna turn you over to people worse than the police. And trust me, ive got enough evidence, as if that chain scar on your palm wasn't enough to satisfy who im talking about.”

Your mouth opens and closes, your mind static. You are so caught off guard you jump when your check and change is set down infront of you, the waiter wishing you a lovely night before heading off again. Heart beating a million miles an hour, you slowly turn back, meeting the deadly gaze of your visitor.

Whispers wafe around your ears, though real or a hallucination brought about by fear you do not know. But what you do know is, this girl isn't normal, she isn't playing around, and you need to deal with this, no matter how you do it.

>Agree to her terms. You're already an errand boy, whats one more customer? Plus, you're curious why she even needs you, and who she needs put down.

>Shes bluffing. Or at least, you doubt shes a threat. Just leave, if she follows, its not your fault she made getting rid of her easy.

>You should play along, but only til she lowers her guard and you can get her secluded. Then, you deal with her, permanently. Maybe beforehand she'll even reveal how she even knows as much as she does.

>Write-In Suggestion.

(Voting to close in one hour)

>>3260074
>you had ordered three burgers, two hotdogs, five tacos, and a steak
That is one hell of an appetite.

>>3260074
Did the Saw-off have any rounds in it, and were there any bullets in the safe?

>>3260074
>Write-In Suggestion.
I don't know what's got you so angry. If you know whatthis mark is then you should already know I don't got a choice in any of this, and since my bosses never tell me anything more coherent that death threads and eldritch screams, well....what is it exactly you want for me?

>>3260091
(yes, it was loaded, and ill say it had four extra rounds you took from the safe.)

>>3260074
>You should play along, but only til she lowers her guard and you can get her secluded. Then, you deal with her, permanently. Maybe beforehand she'll even reveal how she even knows as much as she does.
Another victim in waiting

>>3260093
Soooo....about the stab wound?

>>3260093
How much would a cut & stab proof sleeved shirt and pants cost?

>>3260101
(you still have it, it still hurts and sucks, but Stamina wise its 'taken care of' as in you're no longer really bleeding/its not getting worse, and will heal on its own, albeit still with temporary risk. right now though, it is still a factor to take into account of course.)

>>3260115
do we own a first aid kit at home or just a needle and thread or sutures?

>>3260091
Support, except..

Just be really curt, like you've been doing this for so long you can't fucking be bothered anymore. Something like,

"Listen up, bitch, I just killed two people tonight, and I've probably got a few more tomorrow, plus my 5:00 just got taken up by some eldritch horror that I can't be fucked to describe, so you better make what you want to happen clear right now, or I'm leaving and taking care of this fucking wound I have on my arm."

>>3260111
(prices would vary on quality, but anywhere from $30 to potentially several hundred.)

>>3260121
(you do not own an actual first aid kit, but do own more than just a thread and needle. think a decently supplied medical cabinet.)

>>3260069
>three burgers, two hotdogs, five tacos, and a steak
>35$
this makes it all worth it desu

>>3260074
>Ask her what it is she wants and who exactly she's working for.
Why should we fear this girl's patron more than we do ours?

>>3260132
We'll need to stock up on more medical supplies for when we rest at home, buy a first aid kit to leave in the truck, look online on how to stick different kinds of wounds gooder?
We should probably check the thrift store or search online for some cut & stab resistance clothes later.

(Voting Closed, Writing now)

>>3260091
>>3260129
>>3260144
It takes a few moments, but after the initial shock and fear slowly wanes you realize something. Why the actual hell should you fear this girl, or whoever the bloody hell she was threatening to turn you over to? She clearly wasn't normal, so you probably couldn't go to the actual police, and you worked for literal nightmarish eldrich abominations, who could she possibly work for you should fear? No one, thats fucking who.

Squaring up with newfound confidence, you give her back a scowl as you pocket your change and lean on the table a bit yourself. “I dont know whats got you so angry, but if you know what this mark is, then you know I hardly have a choice in the matter.”

she rolls her eyes at that, and leans forwards. “don't you? Well, either way, you've murdered people, and ive got leverage over you.” she sternly responds, leaving herself leaned toward you and invading your personal space.

“Bitch, ive killed two people tonight,and ill probably have to kill more tomorrow. My time is constantly eaten up by eldritch horrors I cant be fucked to describe, and my bosses tell me nothing but eldritch screams and death threads. So you better make clear what you want from me right fucking now, or im leaving and taking care of this goddamned wound in my shoulder. Understood?” you rattle back, almost forgetting to take a breath between sentences, as you lock your sleep depraved eyes with her rage filled green orbs, and let the words mull round her head.

She hesitates, but answers, her words more carefully chosen this time around. “I, I need you help killing my father...and my brother...and if you could take out my mother too, that would be wonderful.”

(cont.)

>>3260256
you blink. She doesn't move or act, she doesn't do anything to make this seem like she was jesting with you. Because, she seems to be entirely serious. Slowly sitting up straight again, you run at your head a bit, trying to come to terms with what she just said. “i, what? Why? No, why do you need me to do that? Your eyes glow, surely that means you got something nifty about ya to take care of business yourself, right?” you finish by pointing to her special eyes, motioning for her to explain herself.

Her confidence only lowers by a smidgen, and she shrugs. “Families not normal either. And they have connections. That, and ive never killed before. I need someone with experience, who wont hesitate and is used to weird shit. So I did some snooping and spying and I found someone who fits the bill...barely, but still, beggars cant be choosers.” you just shake your head a bit, trying to uncloud it from the utter nonsense of the situation now before you.

She suddenly nods, and slams her hands down on the table, nearly making you go for a defensive lunge right then and there. “So, now that we're in agreement, where should we meet tomorrow, so I can give you more details. I need to get moving, I wont stay off my dads goons trail for long. “

you stare at her, completely flabbergasted by her audacity to even imply this was a done deal. You're about to respond, when the whispering picks back up, your head swimming with a simple thought, a simple caress put into your mind from beings you have not felt while awake since this all first started. You feel like your blood is turning to ink, like your lungs are feeling with charcoal, as the words bounce around in your head.

“Opportunity... Father... Deal With....” you stutter, the taste of something akin to oil in your mouth, before the whispers slowly fade, and leave you sitting in awed silence. Well, that was unexpected, but it seems like your masters saw an unexpected opening here.

You sigh, and grumbling to yourself, meet her eyes again, a bit of confusion having seeped into them as you probably looked like a mad man for the past few moments.

>”Alright. I guess I do have no choice, but hardly because of you.” Hand her your address, and tell her to meet you after lunch. You'll deal with this after a long, long nap and a good lunch.

>”Goddamnit bitch you just had to make my life more difficult, didn't you? Fine, come on.” she needs to shake off her dads goons? Well then, your house is outside of town and you are an unknown. You''ll let her bunk on the couch and deal with her whenever you wake up. At least this way, her being an idiot or something wont mean you lose your only lead to whatever your lords want you to do with her father.

>”fuck you and fuck today and yeah ok ill help.” Give her someplace to meetup for lunch the next day.(write in suggestion.)

>Write-In Suggestion.

>>3260259
(With this, i will be taking a break for tonight. thank you all for playing, and i look forward to how you respond to this situation.)
(Voting will be open til 5:30pm tomorrow like always, but i should be free a bit sporadically to answer any questions, comments, etc. enjoy your night.)

>>3260259
>>”Goddamnit bitch you just had to make my life more difficult, didn't you? Fine, come on.” she needs to shake off her dads goons? Well then, your house is outside of town and you are an unknown. You''ll let her bunk on the couch and deal with her whenever you wake up. At least this way, her being an idiot or something wont mean you lose your only lead to whatever your lords want you to do with her father.

Green-eyed waifu

>>3260259
>”fuck you and fuck today and yeah ok ill help.” Give her someplace to meetup for lunch the next day.(write in suggestion.)
Another equally isolated diner like this. I don't fancy giving this girl the location of our home. Sure, she might already know that information, but then again, she might not. Don't trust her anymore than we need to.

>>3260280
Green-eyed waifu

>>3260286
bro don't you have like 5 quests to be running right now

>>3260295
nah just two, and I've been keeping up with them atm - I'm actually waiting for more responses on one of them, it just hasn't gotten any all day

>>3260259
You're a real piece of work, you know that kid?
Can she tell us how dangerous are her dad's goons? Maybe we can kill them.

Give her someplace to meetup for lunch the next day.(write in suggestion.)
a bar

>>3260301
which one? I dropped the samurai one when you mentioned you were gonna be focusing on the Civil War quest

>>3260303
Oh yeah, samurai one was a flop, I'm talking about Hedge Knight, which is >>3248810

>>3260265
If we sacrifice more people to our dark masters, will be get any extra stamina or stuff like that?

>>3260259
>”Alright.” Hand her your address, and tell her to meet you after lunch. You'll deal with this after a long, long nap and a good lunch.
We just finished a job, no need to rush things. Let's rest and recuperate.
Also, since she's a big figure and all, and our overlords seem to think she's important, we should probably treat her with some respect and stop calling her a bitch. Just treat her like a normal vampire, you know?

>>3260355
We need to show dominance over green-eyed goth vampire waifu

>>3260363
>>3260355
Who's said she's a vampire?

>>3260367
Green-eyed goth waifu is good as well

>>3260363
>We need to show dominance over green-eyed goth vampire waifu
We can show that without calling her a bitch. She needs us more than we need her (she doesn't have to know our masters demand we do this for her), and plus, we could probably kill her and only lose a limb or two.

>>3260372
Only thing that has to get stabbed is that green-eyed goth waifu pussy amirite or amirite xd

>>3260374
Officer, she only looks 13, she's actually 18 thousand years old

>>3260377
>young woman

I don't think she's under-age, and even if she is we're not THAT old, so if she's like 16/17 we'd probably get away with it.

>>3260265
If we miraculously get slugs forvthe sawed off, how much damage can it deal per range?

>>3260315
(Potentially, though your masters can be fickle beings when i comes to rewards.)

>>3261199
( 3 up to medium)

(Also vampire is an interesting guess haha)

>>3261244
would we be able to squeeze a few questions out of her before she'd either have to leave or leave with us?

>>3261715
(Potentially you will have time question her depending on your choice yes.)

(sorry for the late start, but voting is closed now, and writing is started)

>>3260280
>>3260302
“Fuck you.” You was to her almost unflinching form. “Fuck today.” you mutter more to yourself than her, as you break eyes contact to take a long sip of your drink. It was long gone into watered down territory, but you were fine with that now. “And? Yeah ok ill help.” you shrug, and restrain from smiling as, just for a moment, her stone faced demeanor gives way, showing off a face of genuine surprise. She, of course, quickly tries to cover it up, looking back at you with all the hatred of a kid who had just lost their ice cream cone to gravity.

“Good. Then we shoul-” you wave her off, having already been writing down an address on a napkin, which you casually toss to her as you start to get up. “Meet me there tomorrow. Its a bar diner. We'll have lunch then you can fucking explain this shit to me, that way I can actually do something instead of just listen to you angrily babble at me? Ok?”

She blink's, but slowly nods, slipping the paper into her pocket as she gets up aswell, now standing across from you. You cant help but realize she is a good little bit shorter than you, her frame hidden well in her hoodie, but she was obviously still not yet an adult. Probably late teens, if you had to guess. You nod, and give her one last half assed wave, more than done with today after all this nonsense.

“Im Jacob by the way, though im damn sure you probably already knew that.” you say, and she nods.

“Kathrine....Kathrine Einstein.” she mutters back, and after a moment, she breaks eye contact and swerves on her heel, quickly leaving out the back doors of the diner, the darkness outside swallowing her whole in but a moment. You simple turn and leave yourself, having no reason to stick around.

You really don't know how to feel about the whole situation, you think, as you drag your sorry ass into your home. Annoyed? Angry? Maybe, but more than anything you were just tired, and disappointed what should've been a good end to your day instead became yet another problem heaped upon your shoulders.

But that was how it was now. And it was what kept you moving forward. Sad as it often was, you knew you didn't have anything else to do anyways. You were wasting away, a sad, lonely existence before this all happened. For what little it was worth, at least this got you out of bed at a reasonable time, or more importantly, made it feel justified when you didn't.

Yawning loudly, you slump around your house, slowly getting ready for bed before flopping down in said covers, rolling yourself up in the warm covers before letting sleep hit you like a truck, your mind scattering instantly into the sweet abyss like a kid would if hit by such a vehicle.

(cont.)

>>3262661
NO

WE CANNOT MISS THE CHANCE FOR GREEN-EYED GOTH VAMPIRE WAIFU

>>3262661
'Your dream is one where you await in a endless fog, a smog of dusty, floaty brown, like the foam off a rootbeer float. You wander this way and that, hoping to find something, anything solid to latch onto, to give you a semblance of direction. Yet nothing comes, not even the ground allows for a difference in height, no patch of hardwood below any different than another.'

'you start to wonder if maybe you are meant to eat the fog. It was hardly the most unappetizing thing you had ever witnessed, but trying to give it a taste test, you simply couldn't get a bite out of any of it. Disappointing actually, as you had no other ideas on what to do here.'

'conceding defeat, you cross your legs and arms like a pouty child and flop to the ground, angry at the absurdity of having nothing to do, only to suddenly find yourself in a small little stone cabin, staring into a fire, as someone behind you rocked in a chair.'

'Your breathing goes shallow. Your heart pounds heavy. You know it, every hair on your body stands up and tell you. Do not turn around. Do not look at what is behind you. Do. Not.'

'”What is it you really desire, oh, my lost little lamb? Why is it you do not fight the chains given to you? Is it because they are polished and shine? Or because they alleviate you of pain or responsibility?”'

'You gulp down your fear, and slam your eyes shut. But you answer.'

>”I simply desire purpose, and this gives it to me, not matter how cruel and evil a purpose it is, these chains don't alleviate anything, they only give pain and responsibility, but thats more than ever had before.”

>”Im not sure what I desire. Honestly ive never sought anything on my own. Maybe that means your right, that I don't fight them because, that means im not making a choice, that I don't have to feel pain for not acting, nor responsibility for anything. Im just another victim, so why worry? Why seek, when things will be pushed to you anyways?”

>Write-In Suggestion

(Voting to remain open for two hours, thank you all for playing.)

>>3262665
(haha. fear not, you are far from done interacting with her.)

>>3262666
I bet the little twat listens to my chemical romance or whatever it's called.

>>3262665
Feels like prison bait to me.

>>3262666
>”Im not sure what I desire. Honestly ive never sought anything on my own. Maybe that means your right, that I don't fight them because, that means im not making a choice, that I don't have to feel pain for not acting, nor responsibility for anything. Im just another victim, so why worry? Why seek, when things will be pushed to you anyways?”
>Write-In Suggestion
Also a bit out of fear for what might happen if I don't do what I'm told to do, and the fact what my bosses would probably go on a rampage if I don't make sacrifices to them every once in a while by my reconning.

>>3262666
>”Im not sure what I desire. Honestly ive never sought anything on my own. Maybe that means your right, that I don't fight them because, that means im not making a choice, that I don't have to feel pain for not acting, nor responsibility for anything. Im just another victim, so why worry? Why seek, when things will be pushed to you anyways?”

>>3262666
(i just noticed my Satan Trips. fitting, given CERTAIN THINGS going on.)

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>>3262666
>Satan

>I'm just a normal guy. I didn't want any of this, but I was coerced into doing it. I wanted to get married, I wanted to have babies and a half-decent blue collar job... this is all their fault.

>>3262666
>”Im not sure what I desire. Honestly ive never sought anything on my own. Maybe that means your right, that I don't fight them because, that means im not making a choice, that I don't have to feel pain for not acting, nor responsibility for anything. Im just another victim, so why worry? Why seek, when things will be pushed to you anyways?”
OP delet this
also nice demonic get

(Voting closed, writing now.)

>>3262977
(there is no delet, there is only marching forwards into the dark. not even lucky doubles can change what you refuse to change~)

>>3262694
>>3262697
>>3262977
'You shudder, pulling your legs up to your chest as you hug them tightly, feeling like a kid lost in a world he doesn't recognize, his parents uncaring about where he is.'

'”Im not sure what I desire. Honestly ive never sought anything on my own. Maybe that means your right, that I don't fight them because, that means im not making a choice, that I don't have to feel pain for not acting, nor responsibility for anything. Im just another victim, so why worry? Why seek, when things will be pushed to you anyways?” you respond to whatever sits behind you, yours voice weak at first, but by the end of it you have regained a bit of control, of spine, as you remind yourself you really have no reason to let it get to you, to let anything get to you.'

'Something behind you cracks, and you just know it is now smiling, its mouth now shattered into a grin you hope you never have to witness.'

'You hug your legs harder, feeling its hands, flesh tight over ancient fingers, slowly reaching towards you. It sucks in air in a sorta excited jitter, as you feel its hands caress your cheeks before wrapping around your face and neck gingerly, pulling your head backwards a bit.'

(cont.)

>>3263056
'“Then you should not expect to ever find anything you desire, only to fulfill what others desires you are tasked with. Ah, but so you have already done, so you shall continue. So content you are, have become. A collar and leash you seem to accept more than even a dog would.” she chuckles, and her grip tightens upon you, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you you are at her mercy.'

'“You are about to face something unexpected, something we never thought to find our little abode. This man must be dealt with, though his blood might not need be spilled to do so, such a thing is up to him. He and his family are strong, dangerous. You must be too.” her grip tightens further, your breath now nearly stopped, her fingers rubbing into your skull, your skin as tight as it can go. “you have done admirable so far, our young chained, but now you face your real test, to see if you are worthy to serve us, or only another soul to feed our hunger. Power, we give you, but Power can never be something that you do not in some form already contain. You have no one but yourself to blame for the gifts we offer you, no one but yourself to curse when you regret what you willingly let be put upon you.”'

'And just like that, she squeezes hard, and pain showers through your body as your neck shatters like glass, as your skull caves inwards, as her darkness seeps into your pores and your mind screams as evil itself warps you, your body twisting and churning in on itself.'

(Choose one POWER)
>Acceptance Overload; You accept the fate others give to you, you accept the pain and misery you are destined to live through. That does not mean you dont fight back, however.
>>(Cost; 1 Stamina); when spending a Stamina point as another Stat, it now always counts as double, meaning if it counteracts another Stat it is strong against, it now counts as 4.

>Meek Minds Alike; Your refusal to fight your situation has warped into a perception of your fate being beyond others control too.
>>(Cost; 3 Stubbornness); You may now activate an Aura for the remainder of a Fight/Event that makes everyone around you take double Stamina Damage from Mental Attacks, aswell as inflicting 1 Stubbornness loss every 3 Actions to all enemies, other than ones at long Range for both affects.

>Chained and Bound; You are bound, marked with chain. So now chain is bound and marked to you.
>>(Cost; 1 Stubbornness); you may now influence and control a single chain within Medium range to do your bidding, whether slashing out at an enemy, tripping them, or wrapping them up like a python. However, the effects only last one Action,unless you spend another point the following Actions to remain in control.

>>3263061
(players, ill be stopping here for the night, to give time for more discussion and voting on this very important choice. thank you all for your patience and participation, i look forward to your choice.)
(Voting, of course, open until 5:30pm tomorrow, thank you.)

>>3263061
>Acceptance Overload; You accept the fate others give to you, you accept the pain and misery you are destined to live through. That does not mean you dont fight back, however.
>>(Cost; 1 Stamina); when spending a Stamina point as another Stat, it now always counts as double, meaning if it counteracts another Stat it is strong against, it now counts as 4.

>>3263061
>Chained and Bound; You are bound, marked with chain. So now chain is bound and marked to you.
>>(Cost; 1 Stubbornness); you may now influence and control a single chain within Medium range to do your bidding, whether slashing out at an enemy, tripping them, or wrapping them up like a python. However, the effects only last one Action,unless you spend another point the following Actions to remain in control.
Maybe we can start carrying around a chain as a weapon. Maybe even weld a weapon to the end of it.

>>3263095
Support, put a fucking broadsword at the end of a chain

Even better, buy an AR-15 and give it to the chain, have it fire it around corners while we sit back lol

>>3263128
>command chain to gun
>chain use gun
>gun

>>3263128
just have the chain wrap itself around the stock and trigger and give it a huge ass 100 round drum magazine or some shit so it doesnt have to reload lmao

>>3263061
>Meek Minds Alike; Your refusal to fight your situation has warped into a perception of your fate being beyond others control too.
>>(Cost; 3 Stubbornness); You may now activate an Aura for the remainder of a Fight/Event that makes everyone around you take double Stamina Damage from Mental Attacks, aswell as inflicting 1 Stubbornness loss every 3 Actions to all enemies, other than ones at long Range for both affects.
Refusal is a choice. We choose to be powerless. We choose to follow the dark. And we will choose to be more powerful, so that none may choose for us.
except that's literally the opposite of what we just said

(ah, my apologizes a bit lads, 'Acceptance Overload, should kinda say 'Passive' for its cost rather than 1, or, rather, it overrides how spending Stamina usually works, meaning you must still spend the Stamina but does not cost extra.)
(my apologizes just in case that did cause any confusion.)

(Voting closed, writing now)

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>>3263095
>>3263128
>POWER GAINED
>Chained and Bound; You are bound, marked with chain. So now chain is bound and marked to you.
>>(Cost; 1 Stubbornness); you may now influence and control a single chain within Medium range to do your bidding, whether slashing out at an enemy, tripping them, or wrapping them up like a python. However, the effects only last one Action,unless you spend another point the following Actions to remain in control.

'You gurgle on your own mutilated brain matter, eyes rolling out of your crushed skull and onto the ground, one bouncing off and hissing as it is eaten inside the flames of the fireplace.'

'You twitch, and as the lady of the darkness behind you lets go, chains, thousands of tiny chains laced with razors and spikes erupt out of the ground around you, twisting and gnawing into your flesh as they tear you to ribbons.'

And then you awake, screaming into the faded dawn of your room, gasping for reality as you claw at your head and throat, mind rushing into the waking world, as you try and regain your sanity. Slowly but surely you come to your senses, mind throbbing like a blender had been smashed into it, as you blink slowly into the inky faded room, shoulders slumped as you wobble in place, and flop backwards into the pillows once again.

You pull the covers tightly around you, shivering despite the heat of the room. Sleep does not return to you, and frankly ,you don't know if that is a blessing or not anymore.

(cont.)

>>3265138
>Stats Recovered due to sleep
>-1 Stubbornness due to nightmare penalty

The morning went by slow, filled with agony as you forced yourself to make even the slightest of moves, mind whirring with sleep deprivation, the worst you have yet to experience. You didn't drink much coffee, nor often, but today you found yourself slumping into your truck with the entire kettle in hand, a second one finished and soaking in your sink.

Taking a big sip, you head out, your destination a local Diner Bar named 'Pits End” over on the less well polished part of town. Focusing all your efforts on actually driving, you greatly do not look forward to the day ahead, but know you don't much have a choice.

While you don't remember doing it, you pull into the parking lot of the diner with an empty kettle, cursing your lack of forethought in not bringing further stimulants with you, as you groan, and throw open your truck door, hissing at the light of the outside world as you push yourself out and onto your feet, stumbling a bit as you blink your eyes into adjustment with your environment.

Slowly looking into the place, you notice a familiar blue hoodie poking out from one of the booths, and with a hard, grumpy sigh, enter into the building with apprehension in your veins.

Sitting down into the booth with less grace than an elephant on a rampage, you don't even have the energy to glare back at the girls green, glowing eyes as she stares at you with contempt and a little bit of disgust. “You look like absolute garbage.” Kathrine says, scrunching up her nose.

You simply lean your head on the table, slowly lifting your eyes to look at her as you contemplate how to respond to the bitch.

>”And you'll find your last breath taken among garbage if you don't straighten the fuck up. Ain't got it in me today to deal with your shit, so get to explaining something useful to me.”

>”Bitch, if you knew what id gone through tonight, you'd know your putting your life on the line pushing my buttons. Now, Tell me about your dad, and don't leave out anything. If im gonna help with this, I need to know what im fucking with here.”

>”Kathrine. One warning only. Keep your shit shut today unless whats coming out of it is useful to me, or for the love of eldritch grandmas ill sew it the fuck shut. Now, what the fuck is the plan lady.”

>Write-In Suggestion.

(Voting shall remain open for one hour.)

>>3265147
>”Bitch, if you knew what id gone through tonight, you'd know your putting your life on the line pushing my buttons. Now, Tell me about your dad, and don't leave out anything. If im gonna help with this, I need to know what im fucking with here.”

>>3265147
>>”Bitch, if you knew what id gone through tonight, you'd know your putting your life on the line pushing my buttons. Now, Tell me about your dad, and don't leave out anything. If im gonna help with this, I need to know what im fucking with here.”

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>>3265190
>>3265244
”Bitch, if you knew what id gone through tonight, you'd know you're putting your life on the line pushing my buttons. Now, Tell me about your dad, and don't leave out anything. If im gonna help with this, I need to know what im fucking with here.” you sputter out, more aggression in your voice than you thought you could muster.

She simply stares you down from beyond her menu, but after a moment returns her gaze to the list of sustenance, and begins to talk. “Richard Einstein. Publicly, he is the CEO of a local pharmaceutical and biological research lab. Off the record, he is in charge of a branch of an organization that studies and collects the paranormal and supernatural, usually at the behest of the rich and powerful for their own personal goals.” she shrugs. “He is powerful, both in resources, allies, and physical and supernatural prowess. A Ruthless man, but he doesn't like to get his own hands dirty.” she flinches, looking off to the side a bit, a bit of nausea green coming to her cheeks. “when he does get involved personally...” she shakes her head, and looks back to you.

“He needs to die. Aswell as my brother, whos more than happily being groomed to take over for father once he gets his next promotion up the ladder of his little occult circle.” she simply stares into your eyes, the anger and determination burning deep in her irises as you slowly straighten up, and...

...pick up your own menu, and casually shrug. “yeah I could've guessed half of that shit. But like, what is he? You guys aren't human, or fully human I presume, so what? He just, use his knowledge and influence to self improve with ghastly eldritch powers and shit?”

>>3265407
“yes. Well, not eldritch, but essentially.” she slowly lowers her menu, her eyes going down to the table, glowing a bit brighter. You blink, seeing the menu start to bubble and warp in her hands, and her breath started to come out tinged green, as she squeezes the poor helpless plastic menu with unrelenting rage. “He used me as a guinea pig, though I shouldn't feel special about it, he uses anyone as whatever he wants when he feels like it. The bastard.” you simply watch in awed curiosity as she seems to slowly be losing control, heart beating as you not only fear drawing attention, but being around her if she actually explodes or something.

“yeah, yeah, ok. Calm down. I get it, hes a terrible person who has the power to do terrible things, and you want to put a stop to it.” you respond, trying to calm her down.

Her head snaps up, and to your surprise, she laughs, a deep, hardly happy one, before in an instant she is back to angry, though calmed down enough to be back to just her usual glowing eyes, as she tosses her destroyed menu aside and swipes your from your grip. “no, fuck that shit. I just want revenge.” she grumbles out, and waves over a waiter. “All you need to be concerned about is, hes a threat to you, your town, and most importantly, those freaks you work for. Got it?”

You nod, though from how things were worded to you, she might be slightly wrong about that. Why and how, you didn't care.

As the waiter reaches you, Kathrine quickly turns to the woman, catching her quite off guard as she starts to order. “Two Number threes, and Two Number eights. The man will have a water and ill have a coffee and a fanta. Give the bill to the man, thank you.” the waiter quickly writes it all down and leaves, much before you can even open your mouth, as you stare at the goddamned bitch who dared order for you, on YOUR money too. You didn't even know what she ordered was! And that didn't sit well with you.

>Food is food. Focus on the mission, ask her details about his workplace, how to enter, what kinda security it has, the whole works.

>This bitch is out of line. Its one thing to talk back to you, but ordering your food for you? And not even getting you a coffee? She needs to be told her place, you have enough people bossing you around as it is, and frankly, you don't trust her enough to follow her lead on this one. If she could do this without you, you wouldn't be here.

>Write-In Suggestion.

(Voting will close in one and a half hours.)

>>3265415
>This bitch is out of line. Its one thing to talk back to you, but ordering your food for you? And not even getting you a coffee? She needs to be told her place, you have enough people bossing you around as it is, and frankly, you don't trust her enough to follow her lead on this one. If she could do this without you, you wouldn't be here.
You can endure many insults but not this!

>>3265415
>Food is food. Focus on the mission, ask her details about his workplace, how to enter, what kinda security it has, the whole works.
I feel like Jacob, full of apathy as he is, is the type to burn out quick after letting out his anger.

>>3265415
>Food is food. Focus on the mission, ask her details about his workplace, how to enter, what kinda security it has, the whole works.
>Write-In Suggestion.
Be angry. Be cool. Let the hate slowly simmer to in an inferno. We'll have revenge one way or another.

(voting closed, writing now)

>>3265415
>Write-In Suggestion.
More stuff to ask. As we are now, just a normal guy with a knife, what does she honestly think are our odds of linking her dad, brother and possibly her mother? Because I know they're shit. Speaking of mother, what can she tell us about her? What exactly can her father, brother and mother do in regards to occultic bullshit powers?

Is there a time frame she wants this done or is "the sooner the better" her answer?

What can she tell us about the local pharmaceutical and biological research lab?

>“yes. Well, not eldritch, but essentially.”
What is it then?

Where and how did her perform these experiments on you?

>“Two Number threes, and Two Number eights. The man will have a water and ill have a coffee and a fanta.
Check the menu. How much is this gonna cost us? Now that I think about this little bird is probably broke a fuck. That's kind of funny. Now that I think about it.

>>3265467
>>3265614

You narrow your eyes at Kathrine, but decide to just let your the simmer for now. Food was food after all, and you would have plenty of opportunity to enact any revenge on her at a later date.

“yeah, threat. Right. Anyways, can you tell me about his workplace? What entrances does it have? Security? If we're gonna get to him, I need to know our options.” you say, rolling your hand to motion for her to speak, though she clearly does not like the gesture.

“Well, the building is pretty secluded, its outside town just a bit, so sneaking up will be difficult. Private land too, gated. Only really has the front entrance but if we get onto the property it does have a few back doors people use to walk between buildings, but cameras are basically everywhere and they have pretty well trained guards too. Frankly, if he had wanted to keep me there, which he has before, id never be able to make it out, which was happened before.” she says casually, accepting her coffee as the waiter brings your drinks over. You don't touch your water, only stare at her with disdain as she sips on the black nectar of life, mocking you openly, or so it feels like.

“Then how about we get to him when he heads home?” you ask, though think you already know the answer.

She scoffs, a dry chuckle leaving her lips as she sets the drink down. “yeah, the once in a blue moon he does, im sure that'll work out. Our house has its own cameras and guards though, mind you, though nowhere near as much as the laboratory of course.” she meets your gaze again, as you mull over the situation in your head.

(cont.)

>>3265714
Honestly, it felt kinda like an impossible scenario, but you doubted that was the case, right? You let the silence sit, mulling over the information slowly, not even realizing how much time had passed til the waiter places two dishes before you. You both are pleasantly and horribly surprised.

One is a steak, a big one, one that screams 'not cheap'. The other is lobster, again, 'not cheap.' you blink in horror as your funds seem to squirm in pain in your pocket, the damned girl smirking slightly as she digs into her own portions. “thanks for the meal by the way.” she says mockingly.

“fuck you.” you grumble, but cant help but be drawn in by the smells yourself, taking a few bites. “so, that all sounds like we're not getting to him, unless of course you have something you're not telling me?” you ask casually.

And then blink, your vision suddenly blurring badly for a moment. You shake your head, confusion starting to seep into your head a bit, but when it happens again, a horrible numbness washing over you, you cant help but see how she has suddenly put down her utensils, staring at you with her arms crossed on the table.

“Well, actually, im allowed to enter under certain conditions myself. And bringing Dad new 'toy' to experiment on would get us both in without a second word. Sorry, ill make sure to break you out before he kills you, but just endure the scalpels for a bit, ok?” she says, a her voice full of triumph and mocking support, as you flop onto the table, your whole body slowly feeling loosey goosey.

Oh, yeah. Fuck this girl. You were gonna stab her, at least fucking once, before this was damn well over, you think to yourself. And then everything went peacefully dark.

(cont.)

>>3265720
You awake with a start, body convulsing for a few moment, as feeling and control all return at once, like a train slamming full speed through your nervous system. You cough and wheeze, and struggle, only to find yourself strapped down to some bed or table or something, a bright light above you.

“Ah. Awake. Good. Now we can begin. Sorry to say, Mr.Einstein is busy with another newcomer right now, so ill be your playmate for now, ok? The voice, a thin, jittery and excited male voice speaks out, though you cant see whos saying it.

“Now, what shall we do first? Maybe we can inject you with 'the serum' and see what happens! Or maybe I could introduce you to a playmate, see how they react to your presence? Ill make sure they don't kill you of course, though limb loss....” he chuckles.

You frown. Surprisingly not too afraid, more miffed and annoyed than anything actually. You strangely trusted what Kathrine had said as she fucking poisoned you, the bitch, now it was just a matter of that 'enduring it til she came part'...

>”Uhh, 'the serum' sounds like the better option? I think?”

>”bitch please, if I wasn't strapped down id be the 'playmate' to worry about. Send the fucker in, I can handle them.”

>”inject me with that serum or whatever then send them in. if you're gonna try and scare me, then don't pull your punches.”

>”How about we don't do any of those at all and instead we do something else?” look for a way to escape, instead of playing along with this crap.

>Write-In Suggestion.

(Voting to close in one and a half hours, thank you for your patience.)

>>3265726
Can we see the guy? What does he look like?

>>3265726
>”Uhh, 'the serum' sounds like the better option? I think?”

>>3265736
>The voice, a thin, jittery and excited male voice speaks out, though you cant see whos saying it.
(no, at the moment the blinding lights above and his position are hiding his identity.)

>>3265745
Does the chain power require line of sight, or can we just *know* Where a chain is within medium range?

>>3265761
(you can sense them ill say, but without direct line of sight it will be much harder to control and understand what you are truly making it do.)

>>3265766
Can we understand how far they are from us, the direction and position?

>>3265726
>”inject me with that serum or whatever then send them in. if you're gonna try and scare me, then don't pull your punches.”

>>3265726
Changing vote to
>”inject me with that serum or whatever then send them in. if you're gonna try and scare me, then don't pull your punches.”

>>3265771
(probably just a few feet and seems to be to the left.)

>>3265726
>>”inject me with that serum or whatever then send them in. if you're gonna try and scare me, then don't pull your punches.”
We're totally killing the girl after this right?

>>3265775
Can't wait for this to blow up in our face, btw. I'm counting on OP to make our end magnificent

>>3265802
Where is the voice coming from? Are we able to move our head to the side in the hopes our eyes can adjust? I hope the guy is too the left.

>>3265854
(the voice is to the left like i said. you cant seem to move your head much no.)

(voting now closed, writing now.)

>>3265775
>>3265793
>>3265832
You scoff a bit, and would roll your eyes if that didn't involve moving your head, which seems strapped down aswell. “Inject me with 'the serum'” you say, moving your fingers in air quotes, “and then send whoever the hell in. If you're gonna try and scare me, dont pull your punches.” you spit out, clenching your hands into fists.

“HAH! We got a brave one then? Well...if you insist~!” the man laughs, a giggly, overexcited laugh, that bordered on that of insanity. You hear footsteps approaching from the left, and suddenly the light is shoved aside, you eyes blinking as they are no longer assaulted by them, as a face covers your vision.

He was a skinny man, with black, curly hair he never brushed, a grin far too wide, a chin far too pointed, and oddly enough a nose ring on his right nostril. Also his eyes glowed a deep red, so there was that. What really caught your attention though, was the syringe in his hand.

Something about it didn't seem right. Technically, it was black, but somehow you couldn't quite tell if it was softly glowing a sickening purple or not, the plastic holding it either twisting and churning, or not. “ready then, my brave little guinea pig?” he asks, rolling back and forth on his heels.

“sure?” you say, now actually a bit concerned. And with an over dramatic nod, he shoves the needles straight into your goddamned chest and slams down on the injector with his entire fucking fist. Fucking. ow.

You feel like little slugs are swimming in your veins, worms making their way through your body quickly as you squirm, the feeling not painful but so alien your mind cannot handle it well at all.

>-1 Stubbornness

(cont.)

>>3266050
You grit your teeth, and breath shallow and quickly, as the feeling envelopes your entire form. The man giggles, and throws a switch next to you, and your suddenly rushing upwards, suddenly standing straight up, or rather the bed you were strapped to was.

“INTERESTING!” the skinny man, you refuse to call him a scientist, chuckles, and points to a door you now face. “ah, and here is your friend. Hopefully, the effects of 'the serum' wont activate too fast, you'll need to be sane for this, maybe?” he shrugs, and as the door before you slowly opens, the man disappears behind you, another door opening and closing, presumably meaning he has left the room.

Slowly, silently, a being steps out of the darkness before you, at first, you it seems like just some little kid, green hospital gown a bit too large for his tiny frame. That is, until he looks at you, or rather, his head goes up, and you see he doesn't have a face. He cocks his head to the side, his bones creaking as if made of rusty metal, and then he takes a step forward. And then another.

And you notice his skin is pulsing with colors, like a cuttlefish shifting its skin, though the only pattern that appears is what looks like rust splotches on his skin. What worries you is, when such marks go across his feet, where they touch the ground, the tiles suddenly seem to rapidly age, to the point some becomes dust.

“well, uhg, lets not be hasty here kid. Uhhh.” you grimace, the feeling of worms and slugs in your system ever growing, now in your mind, clouding your head a bit. But you dont have time to go insane, you need to figure this one out.

>Show him your mark, maybe he wont kill you then, maybe he will even help?

>Try talking him down. Who knows, maybe he is a reasonable little rust monster?(Write-In Response.)

>well fuck, what n- oh, is that a little chain on that door there? One of those made to make sure it doesn't open too far? Its a long shit but, maybe you can get it to break free and distract the kid at least, while you think of how to get out of this. (Must pay Chained and Bound cost.)

(voting will be open for two hours, so i may have a very late dinner. thank you.)

>>3266053
>Try talking him down. Who knows, maybe he is a reasonable little rust monster?(Write-In Response.)
Holy shit can you not approach me please?

>>3266053
>Try talking him down. Who knows, maybe he is a reasonable little rust monster?
"What's your angle here, kid? What do you gain from "playing" with me?"
Remember to hold our hands up, with our mark showing.

(due to something coming up, ill be extending voting til sometime later today, in which ill give an hour warning before voting ends then. sorry and i hope to see you then.)

>>3266317
see you later

(well, seems the weekend is understandably a dead time for these thing. but we shall see how things go. voting to close in one hour.)

>>3266053
>well fuck, what n- oh, is that a little chain on that door there? One of those made to make sure it doesn't open too far? Its a long shit but, maybe you can get it to break free and distract the kid at least, while you think of how to get out of this. (Must pay Chained and Bound cost.)
Then let's spend 2 strength to try and break out.

>>3268253
Scratch that. I want to focus on the slugs and see if they give us any powers.

>>3266081
>>3266127
“uhh, holy shit, can you not approach me please?” you say, eyes pinned to where the tiles under him have suddenly decided to not exist. This does little to persuade the kid, still taking deliberate, careful, joint creaking steps forward.

“so, whats your angle here kid?” you say, half smile on your nervous face, seeing if a different angle might get him to stop, “what do you even get for 'playing' with me anyways?” you ask, and watch as, surprisingly, the rust kid tops, head tilting to the side a bit. Not wasting but a second to see if you cant take advantage of this, you ignore the churning in your head from the damned sreum, and with a bit of struggling, twist your left hand around so you can show him your palm.

The kids faceless attention snaps towards the chain marks now visible upon your limb, and you smile. “cause, er, if you recognize this, then you might know you could get more outta helping me, or at least not interfering? Maybe?” in truth you have no idea if your masters reward loyalty, only that they very much punish those that get in their way, even if that doesn't seem to stop a lot of things from trying it seems.

The kid simply 'stares' frozen in place for a moment, before he goes to 'meet' your gaze. For a moment, you swear the flashing rust pattern crosses his face to form a smile. And then with one loud, audible movement, he lunges for you, and you cant help but grit your teeth and suck in some air, wondering how your gonna live it down if a little kid is what finally makes you lose a limb, or worse.

But to your shock, and a bit of dismay, your bindings snap, the kid aging them to breaking, and steps aside as you flop forward and barely avoid smacking your face into the ground.

“ah, thanks? Glad to-” you start, only to curl into a ball as your entire body suddenly twitches and stiffens, the feeling of things crawling through your veins giving way to feeling like all the little worms and slugs just exploded and expanded into sharp, pointy crystal. And then as you scream, pain erupting through you, it all suddenly is gone, and you feel consciousness again leave you for the second time today.

Something shakes your shoulder, as you mumble to yourself, ears ringing. Your eyes snap open as a hard kick hits your gut, and as you scramble to your knees, coughing a sputtering out black muck, you blink, everything tinted murky, everything sounding muted, as you look up, and see a familiar set of green, glowing eyes staring down at you, bloody hands resting on her hips as her mouth moves.

(cont.)

>>3269710
“Jacob get the fuck up, we need to get moving. Only so damn long before they realize the good doctors been put down, so if we don't act now we're both worse than dead, got it?” she hisses out, as your hearing goes in and out, before adjusting to normal with a painful pop, making you wince.

You slowly push yourself onto wobbly feet, surprised when you find Kathrine under your arm, helping steady you. A look crosses her face, only for a second though, before she looks forward, and nearly starts dragging you forward.

“...it'll even itself out, the serum I mean. Its not so bad, once your immune system adjusts.” she mutters, seemingly as if she doesn't want you to actually hear, or is embarrassed that you might. You don't have it in you to respond, or even nod your head, eyes still clearing out of the murky darkness that eats at your sights edges, mind still pushing back the awful cloud that tried to devour it. If this is the type of shit her own dad puts her through though, you're beginning to understand why shes turned into such a bitch. You're still gonna stab her though, she put you through it too, after all, so fuck her anyways.

Grumbling to yourself, you look around groggily as she pulls you into the hallway, only catching a slight glance at the doctor laying on the ground, head pulverized and more goop than not. The hallway was thankfully empty, bright lights n a gaudy 60s teal interior, even the ceiling was the damn color. Rooms lined both walls in both directions, with a double door set to the left, and a split into two other hallways to the right.

Kathrine pauses, looking both directions, and frowning. “Well,damn. The commotion of you breaking out set me back a little. So we cant catch Father in his personal experimentation room. If we take the stairs past the double doors, we might be able to get to his office first, but guarantee you we'll run into people on the way. That, and your sorry ass would have to take the stairs. If we take the right hallway to the right, we'll be able to tail him, maybe even catch up to him, though in your condition maybe not. The good news will be, folks tend to clear out at his approach, so it might be safer.” she finishes, and turns to you. You're not sure why she is giving you the choice, maybe she was trying to make up for this, or maybe she just didn't want to guess what you were capable of doing in your condition.

Either way, it seems the choice was yours to make.

>Take the Stairs. You can handle it, and while you might have to beat down some doctors, ambushing the man once he thinks he's safe will give you an advantage.

>Follow him down the hallways. You aren't up for climbing or fighting, it'll give you time to recover, and even if you don't catch up to him, you'll be in better condition to deal with him when you do.

>>3269714
(sorry, as it seems, this weekend did not go as planned haha.)
(Voting shall be open til very late Sunday night/ Very Early Monday morning.)

(Otherwise, Kathrines Character Sheet as been added to the Doc.)
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1yooThVopNF49uEVqNIT36uUGjQwFHcZYZrgknwyd6Lw/edit?usp=sharing

>>3269714
>>Follow him down the hallways. You aren't up for climbing or fighting, it'll give you time to recover, and even if you don't catch up to him, you'll be in better condition to deal with him when you do.
And ask her where the kid went.

>>3269714
Where's my shit

>>3269714
>Follow him down the hallways. You aren't up for climbing or fighting, it'll give you time to recover, and even if you don't catch up to him, you'll be in better condition to deal with him when you do.

>>3269733
>>3269748
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>>3272709

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