>>3663075
And you did

>>3663075
>And you did
As you do

>>3663075
>>And you did

>>3663105
>>3663095
>>3663094
I need 3 1d100s

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3663125
Aye aye

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>3663125

>>3663125
Guess i- nevermind.
>>3663218
Type dice+1d100 into 'options'

Like this?

>>3663236

dice+1d100

Exactly how it's stated above, no uppercase, use the +.

Sorry. I’m new around here.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

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>>3663141
>>3663142
>>3663242

DC:50 passed
DC: 75, 100 failed.

>>3663263
>>3663075

You groan, feeling something on the corners of your senses. It's... it's scared, like you. It lashes out and...

>Shadows lacerate your skin, tearing the bed you are in to pieces.
>Your bones strain, small cracking noises fill your head as your muscles writhe.
>The beeping monitor at your side creaks before the metal twists too far and it crashes against your head.

You struggle against the fear and terror, suppressing it with your stressed willpower. Left gasping at the exertion, you look around you.

>The white walls of a hospital greet you, and you see four people sleeping in the same room as you. Their faces marked with a variety of fitful expressions, but all are still trapped in the dream. (Hard)
>... Your room. It's well cleaned, as you would expect. You wonder who's been tending to you, was it your father's men? Or perhaps... did he hire a parahuman to oversee you?(Easy)
>A shelter, one you've seen a few times before. There's rows of people in 'beds' like yours, and some of them are waking up too... (Unknown)

Shadows lacerate your skin, tearing the bed you are in to pieces.

A shelter, one you've seen a few times before. There's rows of people in 'beds' like yours, and some of them are waking up too... (Unknown)

>>3663437
>Your bones strain, small cracking noises fill your head as your muscles writhe.
>unknown
Mystery box always

Should I have told you guys the power classification of these powers? Maybe I should have, but I wanted to leave it vague since the character themselves don't really know.

>>3663437
>>Shadows lacerate your skin, tearing the bed you are in to pieces.
>A shelter, one you've seen a few times before. There's rows of people in 'beds' like yours, and some of them are waking up too... (Unknown)

>>3663468
tis fine qm

>>3663468
It’s alright, I prefer knowing the general outline

>>3663468
I just don’t want to be shadow stalker that leaves a trail

>>3663484
Yeah, gives us some fun set up to discover things.
I will give you guys this though.
They're all the same shard. Just different forms of expression.

>>3663474
>>3663461
>>3663448
Three votes for Shelter (Unknown)
But the power vote is still stuck at just 2 votes for Shadows and 1 for Muscles.

I'm wondering if I ought to wait for something to reach three or not.
This is arguably as important as the 'do you have powers' vote.

>>3663437
>Shadows lacerate your skin, tearing the bed you are in to pieces.
>A shelter, one you've seen a few times before. There's rows of people in 'beds' like yours, and some of them are waking up too... (Unknown)

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>>3663619
Lo and behold, our savior reigns!~

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You're surrounded by others like you, other dreamers, others... waking up. They're like you, mostly. Some are being injured before they suppress the terror... But others aren't suppressing it! They're screaming, the screaming resounds throughout the open warehouse as they fight to break the leather bindings on their arms and legs.
You notice that the darkness beneath your skin has already destroyed your own restraints. You feel... invigorated. Like heat and light are soaking into you, warming your bones and blood.
But you can't be distracted by the strange sense you seem to have. You hear panic and shouts down the way as people in costumes, parahumans, rush into the room!

>Run. You can't afford to be found with powers. Even before whatever happened to you happened, parahumans in the undercities were strictly controlled by either the gangs or the feds. Judging by what's happening... this place is a parahuman farm.
>Fight. Your blood SCREAMS at you to rush towards the incessant screeching. You want to free them, to fight them, to fight the incoming capes. You want to rage and scream with them and fight with everything you have!
>Write in.

>Run. You can't afford to be found with powers. Even before whatever happened to you happened, parahumans in the undercities were strictly controlled by either the gangs or the feds. Judging by what's happening... this place is a parahuman farm

>>3663700
Ditto
So, did we get endbrigered into E-Bet

>>3663709
Nah, this is just an AU of one of the many worlds of Worm. The first 'hundred' were taken for golden morning though.

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>>3663700
>>3663709

Alrighty. Roll me 3 1d100
DC: 65,85

Rolled 30 (1d100)

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>3663752

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>>3663752
Anyone willing to take responsibility for the potential fail here? Got one more try after all.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3663752

O_o

>>3663801
clutch anon

>>3663801
nice

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>>3663680
A vicious fight breaks out when the first of the raging people rips her way from the bindings. You manage to catch a glimpse of her arms split in half as metal spikes began growing from her back.
Her demented screams follow you as you run away. You hear that one of the capes is chasing after you and shouting something, but you're not going to give them a chance. You've gotta get outta here!
... There! You found a way, noticing the window bars on a nearby window were half hanging off the frame. You use a piece of rubble against the wall to smash through the glass as the cape behind you comes rocketing across the distance you had gained.
You see his masked face come much to close for comfort as you pull yourself up and out of the small gap in the bars.
His much larger body can't fit, but he grips the bars, bending them slowly. "Stop running damn it!.You're going to get yourself killed!" He says, but you just salute him off handedly and flick the salute away.

"Sorry fag, not interested in your rhetoric. I saw your little farm with my own eyes." You say, bolting off into the half familiar alleys of the Undercity...

The familiar neon glow, the constant hum of the generators beneath your feet and the plasma lighting up the buildings around you... It's calming.
You can't help but notice it, though. The shifting mass beneath your skin. It slides under it, between your muscles, and even over your bones. The more you focus, the more of it you feel. But somehow, you can't feel the revulsion, the disgust that you should be... but maybe that's because this is yours? Regardless of anything else, this is your power and it makes you feel... prepared? It's not safety, it's not really confidence. It's like a kind of 'determination'. It feels like, no matter what comes your way, you'll be ready to face it with this thing in your corner...
Well. Fighting isn't the only concerns down here. You feel like you haven't eaten in weeks... again. They might have kept you on an IV drip, but that didn't prevent your bowels from emptying themselves.

What should you do?

>Find and reclaim one of your old stash-houses.
>Experiment with the thing inside of you.
>Scrounge for some food behind a food place or something.
>Call your sister, you don't know how long you've been gone and she might be worried... you hope she's still in school, and didn't do something stupid like come to find you.
>Write in.

>>3663853
>>Scrounge for some food behind a food place or something.
>>Call your sister, you don't know how long you've been gone and she might be worried... you hope she's still in school, and didn't do something stupid like come to find you.

>>Scrounge for some food behind a food place or something.
>>Call your sister, you don't know how long you've been gone and she might be worried... you hope she's still in school, and didn't do something stupid like come to find you.

How old are we?
Are you set with how the character looks?
please say no

>>3663867
+1

>>3663928
12
Cute loli albino girl with long hair
It's highly optimal form so it's obvious OP will choose it

>>3663853
>Scrounge for some food behind a food place or something.
>Call your sister, you don't know how long you've been gone and she might be worried... you hope she's still in school, and didn't do something stupid like come to find you.

>>3664094
>Cute shota albino boy with long hair
Is what I think you meant

>>3663928
if you have suggestions, link or post them. I have three base ones but I'm open to something else if that's what people really want.

What is your name?
>Amy Dusklittle
>Clark Anderson
>Nathan Anarachy

>>3664942
>Nathan Anarachy
Neatest name

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>>3664942
fugggg, dropped my damn picture

>>3664949
Well, there is a pic to go with it. I just, dumbly, dropped it.

>Clark Anderson

>>3664958
It's also the best physical profile

>>3663867
>>3663888
>>3663932
>>3664801
I need 3 rolls of 2d100 from you guys.
DC: 40|85

Rolled 69, 87 = 156 (2d100)

>>3664971
ez

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>>3664972
Well shit
No point in waiting for more. thanks anon.

>>3664974
I bottled the power roll, so I must compensate

>>3663853
>>3664972
You manage to find some fresh food tossed into the alley you were walking. Fruitcup, some pudding, huh, even a sandwich with just a bite taken out of it.
You eat the food, which was probably some poor kids lunch some asshole bully stole and threw away, and savor the taste of the potato chips while you walk around the undercity looking for a phone to steal...

A bit of time passes, before you see your chance. Two chances, actually.

>A man in a bit of a wealthy attire, for these parts, just set his phone on the balcony of the second story restaurant he's eating in. Hop up there and steal it while he's distracted.
>A tech-shop just left their back door open in a nearby alley. The young guy who was on a smoke break was called by a yelling voice and dashed inside. If you're quick, you might be able to steal something good from their back-stock.

>A tech-shop just left their back door open in a nearby alley. The young guy who was on a smoke break was called by a yelling voice and dashed inside. If you're quick, you might be able to steal something good from their back-stock

>>3664988
>A tech-shop just left their back door open in a nearby alley. The young guy who was on a smoke break was called by a yelling voice and dashed inside. If you're quick, you might be able to steal something good from their back-stock.

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Redoing the character vote with a new image and new information.

The only statistics I think I need to explain is Conflict. It's the stat used for shard assistance and power growth.
Also, 3 is considered 'normal' for a stat.

So
>Amy Dusklittle - A science savvy recluse with few morals and a few issues.
>Clark Anderson - Hardy, stubborn, and somehow charming despite his criminal leanings, he's a survivor.
>Nathan Anarchy - Talented and content. Someone with no bone to pick, no dream to chase. A drifter with the skills to pay the bills, and nothing more.

>Clark Anderson - Hardy, stubborn, and somehow charming despite his criminal leanings, he's a survivor.

>>3665111
>Nathan Anarchy - Talented and content. Someone with no bone to pick, no dream to chase. A drifter with the skills to pay the bills, and nothing more.
Lets see what power does to this deadbeat

>>3665111
I'll leave this vote open until an option gets three votes. Need a consensus on our character.

>>3665111
Right, ps also, 3 is average, 5 is human peak, 1 is what would be expected from children.

>>3665111
>Nathan Anarchy - Talented and content. Someone with no bone to pick, no dream to chase. A drifter with the skills to pay the bills, and nothing more.

>>3665111
>Clark Anderson - Hardy, stubborn, and somehow charming despite his criminal leanings, he's a survivor.

>>3665111
>>Amy Dusklittle - A science savvy recluse with few morals and a few issues.

Clark and Nathan are both tied at 2. need a tie breaker to seal the deal, or for two people to show up and want to play the slightly awkward science girl who has the highest compatibility with her power.

>>3665111
>Clark Anderson - Hardy, stubborn, and somehow charming despite his criminal leanings, he's a survivor

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>>3665293
>>3665124
>>3665253
Clark Anderson wins.

>>3665354
>>3664988

Roll 3 1d100
DC 55

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>3665412
This is a robbery

>>3665414
Looks like a jobbery to me...

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>3665412

>>3665414
>>3665432
Someone gonna go for a crit?
>>3665412

Rolled 67 (1d100)

>>3665457
>>3665432
love to see it.
That's a decent success

>>3664988

You tie a rag from the alley floor around your face, hiding it from any camera footage, and then you dart for the door, managing to get into the building only a few seconds after noticing your chance. The smell of the dirty rag is noxious, but thankfully, the back was empty. You should be able to get out of here quickly. You manage to hear the conversation going on between the man and his shift manager as you look around. Seems like he tried to take an early break and left the store empty when a customer came in. Now the rookie's left the back of the store open too, 'poor fucker.' You think, going over the inventory at hand... Huh, that's a bit concerning. The older models are phones you remember being pretty damn popular before whatever happened to you. 'It might not have been just a week or two...' you realize. 'I might have been out for months...' You restrain your anger though, you don't want an outburst while trying to sneak around. You need to make a choice, what are you going to steal?

>Everything you can. Grab an empty cardboard box and shovel shit in. This'll definitely get attention from the city defense force when it's reported, but you think you'll be able to make a pretty penny off of what you don't use.
>Something hightech, cutting edge specialty item. You know that stores like this won't have the actual cutting edge, but the best they have will be better than 90% of what they normally sell. The store will definitely know something's missing, but they probably won't be able to get anyone after you.
>Something simple and average. If they notice its missing, you don't think they'll bother to report it.

Boo it my bad for missing the vote but not picking the smart one come on Taylor war a smart one look at what she did.

>>3665505
>Something hightech, cutting edge specialty item. You know that stores like this won't have the actual cutting edge, but the best they have will be better than 90% of what they normally sell. The store will definitely know something's missing, but they probably won't be able to get anyone after you.

>>3665505
>Something hightech, cutting edge specialty item. You know that stores like this won't have the actual cutting edge, but the best they have will be better than 90% of what they normally sell. The store will definitely know something's missing, but they probably won't be able to get anyone after you.

>>3665510
Forgot to spoiler.
If it makes you feel better.
If you guys die, those two are second chances for you.
[P

>>3665505
>Something simple and average. If they notice its missing, you don't think they'll bother to report it

>>3665510
>wanting to be like taylor

>>3665527
>>3665511
>>3665527
Alright guys. Hit me with your 3 1d100s
DC 8545 for just getting it.

>>3665539
It's better to be someone like best Wildbow protag Blake Thorburn.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>3665548
here goes

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>3665548

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>3665548
crit pls

>>3665555
Baaaarely.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

You only have a few moments to think it over, before deciding. "Fuck it." You whisper. 'Might as well get something that'll be useful.'
You move with an unnatural grace as you look over at the locked cabinet that has the specialty devices and next gen inventory.
You find some discarded tie wrapping in the trash and twist it together. Using a nickel you found under the counter, you insert both into the keyhole as the argument starts to die down in the other room. 'Come on comeon!' You think to yourself as you struggle with the last pin.
*click!* You turn it and fling the cabinet open. You see a variety of boxes and names, but there's the jingle of keys at the door, so you just grab something and close the cabinet before ducking behind a shelf.

The door opens immediately afterwards, and you can hear the blood boiling in the manager's veins as he sucks air in through his teeth.
He turns around and stomps back into the front of the store, but you're bolting out the back before you hear a word of the tirade sure to come.
You head out and don't look back, even climbing a four story service ladder to make it to the next level of the city.
In a little nook between a bridge and the buildings it goes over, you take a look at what you've got in the dim light of your hiding space.
cont.

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>>3665709
"Heheheh." You chuckle while reading the description in the dim light. A wide smile on your face, as you realize you've got your hands on something actually worth the risk you just took, a dozen times over.

>A phone with revolutionary hardware. It's the production of an indie tinker living in your city, his newest production line it seems. (A phone that can decompress into a laptop, charges while inactive from ambient energy including gravity, and can run tinker-tech programs if you ever get some.)
>Customized to a high degree... well, for this part of the city. It's got a few tinker-tech parts to do what it does, but they are obviously low level modular ones. (Phone is a digital secretary, a learning Virtual intelligence that can perform actions you request, from secure calling to predictive scheduling, even analysis of your environment. It can also develop new skills if you help it grow.)

>>3665771
>>Customized to a high degree... well, for this part of the city. It's got a few tinker-tech parts to do what it does, but they are obviously low level modular ones. (Phone is a digital secretary, a learning Virtual intelligence that can perform actions you request, from secure calling to predictive scheduling, even analysis of your environment. It can also develop new skills if you help it grow.)

>>3665771
>A phone with revolutionary hardware. It's the production of an indie tinker living in your city, his newest production line it seems. (A phone that can decompress into a laptop, charges while inactive from ambient energy including gravity, and can run tinker-tech programs if you ever get some.)
Gib tinkertech

>>3665771
>Customized to a high degree... well, for this part of the city. It's got a few tinker-tech parts to do what it does, but they are obviously low level modular ones. (Phone is a digital secretary, a learning Virtual intelligence that can perform actions you request, from secure calling to predictive scheduling, even analysis of your environment. It can also develop new skills if you help it grow.)

>Customized to a high degree... well, for this part of the city. It's got a few tinker-tech parts to do what it does, but they are obviously low level modular ones. (Phone is a digital secretary, a learning Virtual intelligence that can perform actions you request, from secure calling to predictive scheduling, even analysis of your environment. It can also develop new skills if you help it grow.)

>>3665784
>>3665790
>>3665826
Well, you're gonna have to find someplace to charge it up and someone to crack it for you.

It might have been a few months, but as much as the undercity seems to change, everything tends to stay the same. Same providers, same buyers, it's only the middlemen who fight bleed and die down here... People like your old crew.
Your hand goes to your chest, but the shredded jumpsuit doesn't have a breast pocket. Normally, you'd pull out an old picture of your friends to help you through these states of fugue... 'Damn it.'
Damn it indeed. You sigh after a few minutes ruminating over the absurdity of this situation... You hope your sister's alright, that she moved on eventually. That she didn't get dragged back down here, and actually finished her courses.

"Alright, enough moping. Gotta make a decision." You gotta get things in order if you want a chance at getting some normalcy into your life again, after all.

>Search some of your old hideouts and stashes across the city. It'll take a few hours, and there's a good chance most of it's gone, but you'll need what you can get to find housing and get this phone working.
>You know more than a few fences down here, start picking the streets for stuff to sell. You don't want to risk a territory fight without anyone to back you up.
>Get a hold of some old friends, not all of them died... Or you hope they haven't, it's only been a few months and showing up might make their lives a bit hectic, but... You've got no one else to turn to.
>Try to force a techie to crack the phone for you. You are a parahuman now, so you've got a lot more clout than a teenage smuggler.
>Write in?

>>3665901
>>Search some of your old hideouts and stashes across the city. It'll take a few hours, and there's a good chance most of it's gone, but you'll need what you can get to find housing and get this phone working.

I figure we should probably get a base of operations set up, try to wrangle up some backup, then try to get the phone cracked / fence stuff, just in case someone tries to muscle us out of our ill-gotten gains.

>>3665901
>Search some of your old hideouts and stashes across the city. It'll take a few hours, and there's a good chance most of it's gone, but you'll need what you can get to find housing and get this phone working.

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>>3665901
damn, Italic leak. Formatting suuuuuucks.

>>3665901
>Search some of your old hideouts and stashes across the city. It'll take a few hours, and there's a good chance most of it's gone, but you'll need what you can get to find housing and get this phone working.

>>3665920
>>3665923
>>3665933

Rolled 47 (1d100)

>>3666049

Rolled 1 + 2 (1d4 + 2)

>>3666049
Wow, dropped fucking roll.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>3666049

>>3666185
You had three 'bases', really just places you lived out of and switched between when someone in your area got pissed at some shit you did.

One in the fifteenth layer of the undercity, another in the seventeenth, and then your main 'house' all the way down on level twenty-one.

Right now, you're on the sixteenth level, you ascended from the fifteenth, where you just stole a phone from. Where do you want to go?

>17th - One of the places your crew used to distribute out of. It's got some memories, and some entrenched equipment too.
>15th - Where you kept the leftover stuff from your old crew as well as where you went to school from.
>21st - Where you kept most of your shit.

>>3666208
>21st - Where you kept most of your shit.
Need that LOOT

>21st - Where you kept most of your shit

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>3666220
>>3666230
Let's see how scuffed your house is.

>>3666208
>21st - Where you kept most of your shit.

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>>3666239
>>3666208

You spent the next hour descending through dark and grimy maintenance areas. When you felt safe to, you made use of public lifts or multi-level buildings to get where you needed to go.
You walked through the massive crowds and down grand avenues of lights and sound, reveling in the sense of wonder that the Undercity can inspire, even for someone like you who grew up in this underground world.
Each level of the Undercity is unique and special. Each was crafted from the bedrock of Nevada, shaped and molded into futuristic urban paradises, into advanced industrial complexes, attractions and private sectors galore. Each level is practically a city unto itself, but there's some similarities and patterns that emerge after going as deep as we have. Every fifth level is humongous, acting as a hub for the five levels below, and connecting to the outside world for evacuation and the flow of goods in and out of the greater Undercity
Once you hit the nineteenth level, things started getting fresh and new. Considering the twentieth was only built thirty years ago, it makes a certain amount of sense. Well, a twisted kind of sense. A sense where corporations fight tooth and nail under the mask of a pristine and thriving cityscape in order to control new developments in the city.

You slip through two more levels and finally find yourself on your home turf. Minerz, Greaphers, even the Goat-trodders. Familiar shitheads who knew better than to fuck with you. Of course, you see a few new tags up and down the alleys.
You hop up a familiar group of pipes and swing into a bridge crossing the alley you were just in. You cross over and... find an area devoid of tags. The walls are clean, and in this part of the slums too... You're getting a bad feeling about this.

>Keep going. You want to see who's in charge of the place you used to live. You might even be able to get some of your stuff if no-one found the loose ceiling tile you used to sneak in and out of your house sometimes.
>Maybe you should stake this place out for a bit, see what kind of people come and go before you make a decision.
>Damn, what a waste of time... You kinda wish you'd checked 15 and 17 first, now that it's come to this. Well, time to make the trek back up...
>Actually... maybe it's best you leave the city altogether. You can steal the cash you need for a train ride out of here... maybe head to Texas or California? You could even get to your sister in person. You've never seen the surface, and a part of you longs for the warm sun you've heard so much about...
>Write in.

>>3666874
Sorry for the wait. real life took a shit on me for a second there. But I'm here now, ready to write.

>>3666874
>Maybe you should stake this place out for a bit, see what kind of people come and go before you make a decision.
>>3666877
It's cool.

>>3666877
actually, it is a bit late if I'm being honest. I should probably just leave this vote open and come back to this in the morning or the day after.
Anyways. I'll see if this picks up a bit, then I'll decide.

Alright, I'm having some SERIOUS fucking problems with recaptcha here. Please tell me I'm not the only one? My damn computer won't even load it. I have to reload the page a dozen times, and then struggle to make the damn thing work. I've been trying to post this for 20 minutes.
"Cannot contact reCAPTCHA. Check your connection and try again." Infuriating.

>>3666874
>Maybe you should stake this place out for a bit, see what kind of people come and go before you make a decision

>>3666874
>Maybe you should stake this place out for a bit, see what kind of people come and go before you make a decision

>Maybe you should stake this place out for a bit, see what kind of people come and go before you make a decision

>>3666898
>>3667333
>>3667329
>>3667088
Roll 3 1d100+10
DC 65/92

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>3667455

Rolled 24 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

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>>3667475
>>3667456
Just a small thing, but when you roll, make sure you have the right modifier and you link my post, if you can.
Just to make sure we don't get joke rolls and real ones mixed up, if people ever start doing it here.

>>3667499
Understood, wilco

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3667455

>>3667456
>>3667475
>>3667510
Damn, a total wash

Rolled 37 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>3667455

>>3667532
Yep.
You got got Bois.

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Rolled 11, 8 + 15 = 34 (2d100 + 15)

>>3667558
>>3667455
DC:62

>>3667630
Lmao what losers

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>>3667630
>>3667532
>>3666874

You roam around the area for almost an hour. Scaling walls and sliding onto walkways below you in order to get a good scope on the area and see if you can catch any traffic heading in or out of the renovated slums you used to live in. 'Surely, there's gotta be some company or something responsible for this.' You think to yourself.
A few ideas come up, and you can't help but get distracted by them for a time. You ended up looking down a corridor for a few minutes straight without realizing it, too caught up in your thoughts to actually pay attention to what you were looking at or what was around you.

Suddenly, though, you were snapped out of your daydream of runaway trains of thought. "Hey, what the hell are you doi-ing..." A voice from behind you calls out, petering off as he ruffles some clothing.
*Bzzt!~*"Hey, I've got an injured youth on the premises. Shredded clothes with NaPC identifiers on them and some signs of minor bleeding."

*Bzzt!~* "Does the youth have white hair and reddish eyes?"

"Confirmed." He says.

"Keep eyes on the target and be careful, they're an awakened parahuman who's displayed signs of confusion and outburst-symptoms. Backup is en-route, do your best to keep things from escalating."

"Roger that. Out." He turns back to where you were...

>But you've already started to run.
>And you've stayed still, this guy is actual police, not the private 'peace corps' that so many companies employ in their 'areas'.
>Write in.

>>3667662
>And you've stayed still, this guy is actual police, not the private 'peace corps' that so many companies employ in their 'areas'.

>But you've already started to run

>>3667662
>But you've already started to run.

>>3667742
>>3667662
>>3667766

Yeah, you aren't prepared to sit around and let yourself get captured by the government. This guy knows where your jumpsuit comes from, and that means that parahuman farm you woke up in has government approval.
You're getting the fuck out of here... and two new items added to your 'to do' list... 'damn it. I like how I look, but that's going to have to change I guess.' You think to yourself with a sigh.
You turn and bolt right as the officer finishes his conversation with dispatch, or whoever oversees his audio reports...

roll 3 1d100+1(Power assisting.)

Rolled 90 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>3667815

Rolled 40 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

Rolled 90, 25 + 14 = 129 (2d100 + 14)

>>3667815
Dropped officer's roll. My bad.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>3667815

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>>3667854
>>3667847
>>3667815
One more roll, let's hope for a crit, yeah?

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>>3667847
>>3667815
>>3667858

>91 vs 104
Well that's a Failure. Looks like we've got a potential conflict on our hands.

"H-hey! Hold on kid!" The officer shouts, but you're already scrambling away.
You leap off a railing and grab a windowsill on a higher level, pulling yourself up and walking on the thin ledge.
"Damn it..." He says, but you can hardly hear him, until a blast of air and deep *thump* noise is heard. You look behind you and see he managed to take a leap that overshot you by a bit. His boots scratch against the masonry near you as his hands easily grab onto the flat concrete wall. "Don't run kid. You're only going to put us both at risk, just relax. I get you're confused, but we've got the answers dammit!" He says, detaching one of his hands and offering it to you. "Just take my hand and I'll get us to solid ground. Just talk with me, alright?"

>Grab his hand, but try to pull him off the wall instead of accepting his offer.
>Call on the power beneath your skin, you can feel it writhing and twisting. It wants to take you away from here, and you want to let it.
>Accept his offer. DC: 62
>Write in?

>>3667882
>Call on the power beneath your skin, you can feel it writhing and twisting. It wants to take you away from here, and you want to let it.

>Call on the power beneath your skin, you can feel it writhing and twisting. It wants to take you away from here, and you want to let it.

>>3667890
>>3667902
Roll me 3 1d100+1 to establish some control over what lies within.
DC 50/98

Rolled 53 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>3667909
>implying I want control

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>>3667914

>>3667919
Ja......

Rolled 54 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>3667909

Rolled 30 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>3667909

Here’s to hoping the Worm curse doesn’t kill this quest too.

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>>3667945
hahah!
>>3667930
>>3667882

It's... there, you want to use it. The officer's outstretched hand didn't beckon to you, it drove you away. Your mind balks at the idea of just... stopping here. Your body follows suite.
You smirk, and fall away from the wall. Your veins writhe and split as darkness splits your skin.
It feels amazing, agonizing, aweful even. Your spine shudders as a viscous shadows thread together into a tight structure of rigid bones and thick membranes. Two limbs raise from your shoulders, the fibers that make them up emerging from all over your torso, beneath your stomach, the middle of your back, all the way up to your neck. every square inch bleeds as most of the black tissue in your body squeezes out into the massive limbs that catch you in the air.
They tear finger holds into the concrete to suspend you, though the shape of the limbs continues to fluctuate.
You can't help but laugh at the ludicrous sensation, you can feel it. You hadn't realized it when it was inside of you, but this stuff is a part of your body. But, it's a part you can't really control.
Even as the officer starts scrambling after you, your arms are already taking you away from him at an astonishing rate...

Roll 3 1d100+27

Rolled 32 + 27 (1d100 + 27)

>>3668128

Rolled 63 + 27 (1d100 + 27)

>>3668128
You run AWAY from the super foolish cop

check qtg if you want to see the abomination that was my attempt at mirroring this image.>>3668128

>>3668151
lel

Rolled 99 + 27 (1d100 + 27)

>>3668128

>>3668173
jesus

>>3668173
well then... huh. Hope the cop doesn't get a 100, cause that'd be hella destructive.

Rolled 15, 80 + 14 = 109 (2d100 + 14)

>>3668271

>>3668277
>94
Fucking pigs with their bullshit rolls

Rolled 2 + 1 (1d3 + 1)

>>3668173
>>3668277
126vs94

You lead the bastard on a wild chase, forcing him to pull out all the stops as your hands tear down bricks and signs to throw at him.

He keeps slowing down in order to take care of the damage you're doing, because you can tell he's a lot faster than you are, with his grappler and mobility boots.

But even a chase like this won't last forever...

>>3668296

You were in the middle of climbing up to the 20th floor when it happened.
Three police officers were in the maintenance tunnel with two hoverbikes laying on the ground behind them.
"Come on kid. We've got thinkers and two more squads ready to track you down. Just give in before someone gets hurt and we're forced to subdue you!" One of them says.
None of them has weapons drawn, and the stairway you just ran up still has the first officer in pursuit.

>Fight them. If you can get their cameras off you, the thinkers will lose track and you can escape!
>Dig deeper, the darkness inside of you has been weakening, but it has more to give. You know you can get away!
>Go with them. It makes sense, damn it! DC:82
>Write in.

>>3668650
>Dig deeper, the darkness inside of you has been weakening, but it has more to give. You know you can get away!
Nah, fuck this noise

>>3668650
>Dig deeper, the darkness inside of you has been weakening, but it has more to give. You know you can get away!

>>3668650
>>Dig deeper, the darkness inside of you has been weakening, but it has more to give. You know you can get away!

>Dig deeper, the darkness inside of you has been weakening, but it has more to give. You know you can get away!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>3668654
>>3668685
>>3668691
>>3668701
Roll me 3 1d100+(20+my roll result)
Okay? Your shard is getting exhausted at this massive expenditure. That's why there's a chance of getting lower.

Rolled 17 + 31 (1d100 + 31)

>>3668732

Rolled 33 + 31 (1d100 + 31)

>>3668732
Our shard is exhausted? Quirk of our power or putting the alternate in alternate universe?

>>3668736
Both
shards lost This is serious, don't look unless you're really curious...
all their bodies except the corona pollentia inside of their potential hosts when the split happened[/spoiler

Rolled 62 + 31 (1d100 + 31)

>>3668732
PATHETIC SHARD

>>3668736
But I've said in the story that you feel... invigorated. Like heat and light are soaking into you, warming your bones and blood.
So basically, your power feeds on stuff and certain foods will work better than others. You have a basic storage of energy with limits you don't know and since this is the first time using you power you don't know how to use it with any kind of 'reservation'.

Damn it. The captcha is fucking up again...

Rolled 1 + 31 (1d100 + 31)

>>3668732

>>3668788
Good thing I rolled first cheeky lil bugger

Rolled 29, 1 + 33 = 63 (2d100 + 33)

>>3668779
>>3668736
>>3668734
So a 94 vs the best that the Twentieth floor has to offer? Let's hope...
(14 for individual stats. 3 whole squads is a +15. Strangely, their thinkers can't get much of a read on you +4)

>>3668797
F for the poor bastards who're gonna feel that natty

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>>3668797
Damn... Just, wow. A bit early for this...
Well it's to be expected that somethings would come early. I'll give you guys a chance though, don't worry. But you've been acting like the perfect little host so far. Don't know how ic it would be to suddenly regain control, at least you have the willpower to justify an attempt.

>>3668797
>>3668779
>93vsNAT 1
>Failure...Opportunity...Growth...


>>3668650

You flex your hands, mind racing as you think of your options here. You can't just give in, these guys... You just can't trust them. Your power, this darkness, it's getting weaker the longer you keep it outside of your body. Already you've felt almost a fourth of it's mass return to its proper place. You don't want to hurt them though. They'll obviously react with hostility if you do, and with a plethora of weapons and gadgets, that sounds like a bad end for you.
'There's only one thing I can do...' You realize, clenching your fists and concentrating on the mass inside of you. 'I don't know if you can hear me or not, but... I need more of you. I need you to make me even faster.' You focus and imagine pathing the mass yourself. Envisioning a split as it encases your natural limbs instead of creating its own. 'Together, we can do this. Just work with me a bit!'
...
...
Cooperation... Assimilation... Consummation...

An explosion of pain rocks your body as your skin peels away from your muscle. You catch a sight of grey and red flesh before blackness erupts around you. Immediately afterwards you can see, and you can hear. You move, taking a staggering step towards the officers in front of you as you realize your body has been stretched grotesquely to tower over them. Your every breath is a labored pain as your raw nerves taste the air and relay an overwhelming amount of information to you. You can sense everything, hear it, feel it. You don't have a word for it. But the vibration in the air is more than sound. The charged dust in air currents, the million new smells, the radiation of heat and life around you. You're abruptly forced to realize something else, though. Just how completely, absolutely, and utterly hungry you are.

>>3668851

Waves of information bombard you from the direction of the officers as millions of pieces of your skin and your inner darkness wave around you. Vibrations, waves, electrical bursts, heat, smell, light. It all soaks into you. You watch them reeling from the impact of your energy laden scream. From your agony... This sensation, their energy, your power... you want more! You want to get into the very essence of them, you want to crack their bones and spill their blood! Chemical energy, kinetic energy... thermal, neural, electrical, emotional!! Hell, even their potential energy is up for grabs. 'I can take it all from them!!'

>Get control over yourself. You're BETTER than this! You promised damn it, you PROMISED them all! Johnny, Sammy, Greg, Duncan, Jacob... Mel... "You won't make me hurt them! I WON'T!"DC:??
>DoitdoitdoitDOITDOITDOITOIIT!!!EATTHEM!KILLTHEM!TAKEITAAAAALLLLL!!!
>Run. Just run, just run. Stop, makeitstop!MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP!!!DC:75
>Write in.
I hope you guys aren't mad at me for this, but it just makes sense for it to happen here. You just weren't ready for digging deeper, and the guard's panic made your unprepared, ascended self trigger some extremely aggressive instincts.

>>3668853
>Run. Just run, just run. Stop, makeitstop!MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP!!!
Oh no, this makes all the sense. Mechanically, it's rather strange for THEIR failure to impacg OUR performance, but narrative-wise it's perfectly fine.

>>3668853
>Run. Just run, just run. Stop, makeitstop!MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP!!!

>>3668860
The issue of their failure in this, is that it triggered you into going too far. It's kind of like if you crit succeeded when trying to knock someone out.
Mechanically, that means your attack went super fucking well. But usually qm/dms are nice enough to read intent and narratively just make it a success. Even though mechanically, you would be braining them/knocking them into a coma.

In this case, the difference between your rolls, and the fact that they crit failed, is enough to mechanically let you get away while they all piss their pants and crap themselves. But narratively it's better that I bring to the table the fact that you aren't you anymore. You're you+. And that little + needs to be worked with, around, or through in some situations, even if everything is mechanically perfect.

>>3668853
also, I wish I could draw this scene. I'll be trying of course, but don't be shocked if it's just a mess of colors cause all I have is mspaint

>>3668853
>>Get control over yourself. You're BETTER than this! You promised damn it, you PROMISED them all! Johnny, Sammy, Greg, Duncan, Jacob... Mel... "You won't make me hurt them! I WON'T!"DC:??

Johnny, Sammy, Greg, Duncan, Jacob... Mel... "You won't make me hurt them! I WON'T!"DC:??

Rolled 17, 75, 99, 30, 99, 65, 51, 80 + 15 = 531 (8d100 + 15)

>>3668877
>>3668884
Good luck
roll 3 1d100+5

>>3668932
that's -15. Not +
so dc 84

>>3668932
damn it. And you have a +9, not a +5. I'm all messed up cause of this damn art shit.

Rolled 87 + 9 (1d100 + 9)

>>3668955
Still need two more rolls, you could crit fail after all.

Rolled 94 + 15 (1d100 + 15)

>>3668932

>>3668970
... I mean, it can still happen?

Rolled 15 + 9 (1d100 + 9)

>>3668932

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>3668932

>>3668993
Breaking out the algorithm, eh memester?

>>3668993
>Disbelief reaches critical levels
So you just managed to hit a 1 on 1d100 as the fourth roll, twice in a row?

>>3669005
>>3669010
I guess my luck is just trash. Looks like I should stop rolling for now

>>3669035
I dunno. If you manage to get a third 1 in a row, I'll have a special surprise in store...

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I've decided, I officially hate art. It sucks. Here though, some things other people made that don't suck...
Hope they manage to do something to help you imagine a monstrous shadow wreathed man. Features hidden but with intense glowing eyes and a gaping mouth.
Every now and then, abused flesh and broken bone can be seen within the mass of writhing shadow, and among the thousands of tendrils that wave and taste the air, you see scraps of bloody skin, still attached to the main body by a network of dark red veins.

>>3669053
I guess our superhuman health stat will be helpful with the recovery then.
You don't have to make the art, pictures as a visualization aid are much appreciated.
Also, not to scare you or anything, but cyberpunk quests and worm quests seem to just up and disappear on this board. Not to mention the standard "qm curse". There was a "cyberpunk worm quest" once... I miss it.

>>3669101
I miss rapes of cain city too, anon.

>>3669101
Well, while cyberpunk is the easiest tag for this world, it only applies in some places.
The Farmlands are full of utopian agricities and The Frontier is basically space age colony style reclamation/terraforming of the Earth's old ww3 and ww4 wounds.

Monoliths are the cream of the crop, though. The product of all humanity has to offer, all the engineering learned in the undercities, all the utopian resources of the agricities, all the cutting edge developments on the Frontier, and the sense of majesty and wonder that only the beacon of humanity's future could provide... Heh. That's the propaganda for it, at least.

Reality is, when humanity is trying to fit 34 billion people on a planet, there are certain inescapable issues.

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>>3669146
Did you refer to actual Wildbow resources for shit, OP? https://drive.google.com/open?id=1zNMXN_tDlieMbJslZZ0NkSpnyWQ_uim5 and https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1gcJoGA4wwkFbL6fpjaeiQTQ-hKrp6BOChOfgxRn14xk/edit#gid=1306724245? Also pic related?

>>3669152
I did actually. Used them as a reference when building EarthTau here. Not Earth Bet.

I have a history for why your world is how it is, and where it's going. Important bit is to find out how to get it into the story without an exposition dump.

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So guys, here's a question for you before I start writing.
How's everyone been enjoying the quest so far?

That's all I wanna know, writing.

>>3669891
The updates are a bit shorter than I'm used to so far, but quest is good

>>3668851

*-Crunch-snap* Your feet grind loudly against the pavement and you realize the noise is from one of your bones snapping, but it instantly reforms as darkness snaps it back into place and seals the break.
You smile at the sensation, before recoiling at what you're doing. "...Wa-it..." You mutter, looking at your outstretched hands. "-Wrong..." You mutter... This is wrong. You can't just kill people like that.
You can,t hough... 'We could easily do it... We could devour them ALL'
"I won't." You say to yourself, to the overwhelming hunger.
It screams at you, raging and thrashing in your gut as the mass of dark flesh engulfing you writhes. But through the agony that this sensation fills you with, you remain firm. Thoughts of your friends... the people you considered family, once. They give you strength, and they give you the willpower to hold on in the rapid torrents of your own desires.
'They're useless! They can't help anyone. Not you, not your mother, not Jacob or Duncan, Johnny, Sammy, GREG!! Even MEL died because these bastards overlooked th-'
Tears stream from your hidden eyes, dripping into your drooling and distended mouth. But, you still interrupt the dark thoughts thrashing against your stable root of conscious sanity. 'You're wrong. That... was my fault, I know it. You know it too. We've blamed others for long enough, and I'm not going to let you break our promise like this.' You turn your attention back to the world around you, aware that most of your writhing flesh has calmed down and formed a skin around you.
The darkness is quiet... for now.
Without taking another look at the officers, you take off. Your feet and hands leave marks in the concrete until your body begins to shrink.
You don't know how you're still conscious, with the agony of your bones snapping back into shattered joints, shards of bone held together only by the dark flesh that lives in you, and your nerves and skin slowly starting to weave themselves back into their original shape... but you do.
You remain conscious, taking staggering steps as you focus only on finding somewhere to hide. Somewhere to recover.

It's not until your senses begin to recede, that you finally find someplace. It's noisy, its warm, and it calls to your exhausted body.
You crawl into the pipes beneath a broken floor grate, slipping into the shadows and curling up on yourself.
... the last thought you have, is one you won't remember in the morning. 'I miss you... sis.'

>Dream of 'that day'. Of what happened to everyone. (Chance to gain Will)
>Dream of your sister, and why you live here all alone. (Chance to gain Smarts)
>Dream of that day... The day that you entered the dream. (Chance to gain Conflict and insight into your powers)
>Dream nothing. The scars won't heal if you open the wounds. (2x Chance to gain conflict and a chance to gain Will)

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>>3670010
A reminder on your stats.

>>3670010
>Dream of your sister, and why you live here all alone. (Chance to gain Smarts)

>>3670010
>Dream of your sister, and why you live here all alone. (Chance to gain Smarts)

>>3670010
>>Dream of your sister, and why you live here all alone. (Chance to gain Smarts)

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3670057
>>3670157
>>3670171
dc 80

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>3670183

Rolled 20 (1d100)

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>3670183

>>3670183
>>3669971

...------------------------...

'W-what's going on!?' You're... shocked, at what you see. You just turned eleven a few months ago, and mom told you you were growing up so big... but this, this doesn't make you feel big. You feel small, so small. Your sister is crying, your mom... the police found her. They found her in the alleys, three streets away from home.

Sis... don't cry. She's going to make you cry! Mom said don't cry anymore, I'm too old to cry! I'm a big boy, a h-handsome young man! 'I can't... I can't...'
...
...
The tears came anyway. They wash away the scene.
...------------------------...

Three months later

Your sister's really started to grow up. She's 15 now... She's working and working, all the time she works. She studies. She sings to you when you wake up with a nightmare, even though you wish she'd stop... She reminds you of mom, and you hate it. 'She's not mom!' You're getting angry with her, lately.

You didn't come home today. You hung out with the older kids, the tougher ones. They showed you how to throw a knife, and it felt good to watch it sink into the wood. They complimented you on your strong throwing arm, called you a natural... You smiled and laughed with them...
For the first time in months, you felt normal again.

...------------------------...

Next year

You're twelve, now. You'll be thirteen in a few months. Even though you've been skipping out on school, you managed to pass with the help of your friends.
The boys you used to hang out with graduated a few months after you met them. You heard they got into a fight though, one of their brothers told you about it. They all joined some groups of kids who thought like they did. They made money to support their families, they helped their moms and took care of their siblings... But they ended up getting hurt. 'Fighting your friends... idiots.' You can't help but think. You can't help but look down on them for being weak.
'I'd never do that.' You're certain of it. Jacob and Greg mean too much to you.

Maybe you'll make some more friends next semester? Your sister keeps prodding you about it.

She's been sticking her nose in your business for a while now... It's kinda agitating, but in a good way. She's really started to grow up now, and you can't help but notice she's pretty... Prettier than mom.
... That scares you. Even though you've drifted apart for a while now, you still care about her a lot. 'I should make money too. I was stronger than Manuel before he graduated, I bet I could handle the stuff they were doing. I'm smarter too...' Well, those were the kinds of thoughts you had had for a while now.
You want your sister to stop going out so much. If she'd die her hair, it might calm you down a bit. She wouldn't stand out so much. She wouldn't catch their attention like that, she won't end up like mom if she'd just listen to you. You're a handsome young man... It's one of the last things mom ever told you... But if you're handsome, then what is your sister?

...------------------------...

Another year passes

>>3670320


Sis got a boyfriend, you remember his name. Evan Markovich... He's an asshole, well, an adult nonetheless. She met him when he was visiting on business with his father.
Your mom worked there, your sis does too. It's a hotel and casino, and while sis managed to get a better job than mom did, she still had a few trouble with people.
You haven't been making enough money lately. You can't convince her to cut hours, let alone quit.

"Where are you getting this money from?!" You still remember her face at that time. Her disgust, her fear... she was mad at you. She didn't want to take your money, but we needed it.
You told her you had a friend who loaned it to you... She didn't believe you.
It was kinda true, all you had to do was a few favors here and there. You tried having a normal job, but most people won't hire you cause of the rules and laws around that sort of stuff.

It all makes you sick. You're a man, you should be able to take care of everyone who matters to you. They should let you, it's wrong to do things like this. It makes you mad, it makes you cry... You still break that promise every now and then, you still visit her grave and you still cry... You're still mom's little boy... Her handsome young man.

...------------------------...

Two years ago...

You turned 14 a while ago now, but your sister didn't celebrate it with you. Your gang all got together and toasted your successes. To think a bunch of middleschoolers got one of the best gigs in the undercity... You felt alive... you felt empty.
Since then, your sister's been begging you to study with her. She wants to get married, she wants to live above ground. She wants to take you to his house and be a family together.
'Family? ... What's that word even mean anymore...' You're sitting on the edge of the giant rail-bridge of the twentieth floor, thinking things like that.
Your legs dangle as one hand grips onto the railing, and the other onto one of your products... it's an enhancer... This is your ticket. If you use it, you would be able to pass the test. You could get a higher level citizenship I.D... You could live with your sister...

You could leave everyone behind, and start over in a new place, a better one...

'Heheheh'..."hahahAHAHAHAAA!!~" Your eyes go wide as you erupt in laughter, your eyes stream with tears as you think of your friends. As you think of mom, and you think of this place... your home.
The enhancer shatters in your hand... You've made your choice, and it hurts...

...-----------: Sister Split 1/2. Complete :-------------...

>>3670324

You wake up with an empty feeling, a dull hunger in every bone and every inch of flesh.
But the hunger is forced into silence by that hollow feeling you know so well... It sucks. Living like this... 'I don't have the power to do anything about it...'
You couldn't help your sister, and you couldn't help your friends... You couldn't just grow up.

And now, you're all alone... 'I want to hear her voice.'

You find the phone you'd stolen, hanging from the thread bare jumpsuit. Most of the torso has been destroyed, and the seams are ripped all down the legs and arms, causing it to hang in ribbons from your body.
The pockets still work, barely, which is the only reason you still have this thing at all.
'I need to get this working...' You just don't know how.
You're known, wanted, dangerous...

Mad at yourself, but too hollow to do anything about it...
>[Willpower 5]
You sit up, taking a look at your surroundings... Oil and grease accumulate in some parts of the pipes.
You grab some of the gunk and mix it with a dripping muddy dust spot. You spread the grime in your hair, slicking it back and tinging it a dusky brown.

As for your clothing, well...

>Clad yourself in that flesh. If you only do that, it shouldn't be a drain or enough to lose control, right?
>Go bare for now. You'll find some raggedy throwouts in an alley somewhere.

>>3670379
>>Go bare for now. You'll find some raggedy throwouts in an alley somewhere.

>>3670379
>Go bare for now. You'll find some raggedy throwouts in an alley somewhere.

>>3670379
>Go bare for now. You'll find some raggedy throwouts in an alley somewhere.

>>3670415
>>3670403
>>3670394
Roll me 3 1d100s
Get some loooooot

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>3670422
Puffer jacket s00n

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>3670422

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So guys, any comments on the backstory/dream-flashbacks?

Heavyhanded, not descriptive enoguh, anything?

>>3670434
I liked it, it was vague enough to not be heavyhanded, but wasn't so vague that I've got no idea of what's happening.

>>3670444
>>3670434
Seconded

>>3670422
need another roll

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>3670422
I'll roll again then, if it's cool with you. Unless it ends up being a 1, in which case this is just a test roll I swear

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>>3670429
You slink through the alleys, getting nary a second glance nor a double check when people actually notice you.

Finally, you find something to wear that suits your taste...
>1
>2
>3

>>3670536
Three obviously

>>3670536
>>3
Don't know how I screwed up my previous post

3

So be it~

>>3670536
2

We'll be back in a few more hours. Sorry for the delay guys.

>>3670536
>2

>>3670379
With a torn red morph-suit, smelly leather jacket, brown shirt, and some stained old blue jeans on, you complete your appearance with two mismatched old sneakers.
The left one is a size smaller than the right, but it doesn't bother you much.
Feeling a bit like a new man, and with the existential dread of living another day pushed far beneath the floating concerns and desires of the moment, you turn your attention towards more pressing matters.
Identity, Capital, Contact... With the first solved for the moment, you need to find some money to get this phone activated...
...why?
Or just use a more normal means of getting a hold of your sister. ...don't...
You could always beggar a phone off someone for a single call, if you're lucky enough to find a kind soul for it.

You could also try some of your remaining friends... though you've more or less fallen out with them ever since... well. It's been months and months, if your guess is correct.

You just... don't know what you should do.
...just stop...
'What's the best course of action?!'
...please...
>Get a phonecall from a kind soul.
>Show up at a friend's place. May be a welcome sight, may be chased out with an iron to the back of the head...
>Get some cash, as a parahuman in this get up you could hit a storehouse and... liquidate... some assets.
>Find another way.
>Try to realize what's wrong. DC:92

>>3671417
got a quicker post than I thought. Might be able to keep this up, no promises. I'll need votes though, hope you guys hung around til now.

>>3671417
>Try to realize what's wrong

>>3671417
>Try to realize what's wrong.

>>3671417
>>Try to realize what's wrong

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>>3671442
>>3671444
>>3671449
Well, let's see if your rolls can back up your votes.

3 1d100

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>3671457
Critfail time

Rolled 78 (1d100)

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>3671457

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>>3671417
>>3671457

78vs92
Failure!

You stop midstep, getting bumped from behind and pushed against the wall.
"Watch it asshole!" The guy says.
The girl walking behind him adds, "Freak," before continuing on.

But you hardly heard them. Something inside of you feels injured, it feels like... it feels like something vital was just... popped out of place. There's an unbearable sense of strain and pressure inside of you that's rising up your chest and undulating in waves from the back of your head.
It's making you nauseous, like you want to vomit, like you want to grind your head into the floor and make it stop!
...I know...
You gasp in pain, sliding against the wall as people walk around you, some look at you with a bit of interest, some with a bit of concern, but something pushes their attentions away, makes them keep going.
And we don't?
What is this?! What the hell is it, it's like the dark flesh sandwiching your battered and healing body. It's a squirming boiling writhing mass of emotions and pain, of anger and resentment and guilt. It leaves you gasping as the world goes on around you. Tears fill your eyes as every muscle in your body strains and twists. You're trying, but you can't relieve this pressure. It's a weight inside of you, but rising up through your spine. It fills your head and presses against your heart and skull. It... it makes you want to die, but you can't even muster the strength to take action.
...you will...all of you...
And then, there was darkness...

Roll 3 1d100+9 [Willpower]

Rolled 75 + 9 (1d100 + 9)

>>3671626
Hell's bells

Rolled 99 + 9 (1d100 + 9)

>>3671626

So, I'm sure you guys are a bit confused as to what's going on, right?
I've got a spoiler explanation that should help you understand a bit more about your power and your own situation, as well as the situation of the 'dreamers'.
Personally, your main power is 'master'.
While this is fan made.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WG11CeBbpsfUUPgEEWC_-CVWU-UIws-1nSHyM2KekUw/edit#
It's a good explanation for your power. To be specific, you're a Dyad/Swarm type Master. meaning you can create a single minion, but control many things of the same specific genre. While this may sound contradicting, your Minion is a Bane/Duplicate/Twin/Monster. This sounds absurd because it is. I'll keep the rest of this quiet for now, but all parahuman powers are 'breaking' like this. They've becoming overly diverse, too complex, and dangerous to the users sanity and life. The first Awakening was a desperate bid by shards to regain control. Each Awakening afterwards have had more progress towards normal powers.
As a 4th awakening cape, you're about in the middle of where powers were, broken wise, and where they'll go. That's why base dc was 50, but two more were 75 and 100.

>>3671802
To clarify a bit further.
If you had rolled a 75, you would have had 2 main powers of the original three you were given to choose from.
If you had rolled a 100, you would have all 3 of them.
You would have been as powerful as a 2nd awakening cape, but as stable as a 4th awakening cape. It would have upped the stakes on this quest by a wholllle damn lot right from the get go.

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Rolled 96 + 9 (1d100 + 9)

>>3671802
>>3671823
I hope this does nothing but whet you guys' appetites for more of this quest.

>>3671799
Also, holy crap man. Good job!
I almost don't think we need another roll, but a 1 is possible. I'll roll it though so we can hurry up and play some more.
>>3671626

>>3671860
I stared reading worm because of this quest and it's really good so far. Keep up the great work with the quest.

>>3671890
Well what a kind lurker!
You're in for a ride of dark emotions and something critics like to call grim-derp.
But it was definitely a ride worth riding once.
(The early bits are the best in my opinion, but that's just a personal thing I have with some of the drama that happens later in. Worm starts good, gets better, gets worse, gets better, hits rock bottom, and then peters out at a solid 5-7/10 for me.
Early on is 8-9/10.)

>>3671626
>>3671799

When light returns to you, you find yourself...

>With a backpack full of things, sitting next to a dumptster.
>With your phone in hand and waiting for your instructions, as you lean against a wall overlooking the 20th floor.
>...Outside. The light hurts, but it feels amazing in all its agony... This, is the sun?
>... A holding cell? Hold on, what the hell happened?!

>>3671922
Do you guys dig Wards? Its just too confusing for me, so much to follow as opposed to worm

>>3672055
I haven't started it yet.

The fact it's about glory girl is a major turn off, not going to lie.

>>3672036
>With your phone in hand and waiting for your instructions, as you lean against a wall overlooking the 20th floor.

>With your phone in hand and waiting for your instructions, as you lean against a wall overlooking the 20th floor.

>>3672061
Her character is vastly improved, she's nothing like she is in most of Worms. Wildbow has written two more books between and gotten much, much better at writing.

>>3672036
To be clear, I played out four options based on four of your stats.
1 = speed
2 = charm
3 = conflict
4 = will

>>3672036
Also
>With your phone in hand and waiting for your instructions, as you lean against a wall overlooking the 20th floor.

>>3672080
I get that, but it's justified with 'I spent two years as a blob of sentient me stuff'
At least, as far as I've heard.

She should be broken beyond restoration, not capable of taking the spot as a main character.

The work and effort to make her capable of being a backbone for a WORM sequel, would have been better spent making a new mc entirely, or choosing a better damn character at least.

>>3672082
So the time has come eh?
>>3672036
...she's gone...
The headache is still there, but it's small and beginning to recede.
maybe not
You don't know... what happened earlier. You can feel it, somewhat. You did some things, talked to some people... Your phone works, now. But what did you say? Who got it working? You're confused...
...
More and more...
we won't stop
You've begun to realize something.
...I...know...
...You aren't alone. There's something inside of you, but it's not between your muscles or under your skin, its deeper than your bones. Your power did something to your mind, or those assholes who were farming you did it.
It's the little things, you've started to notice... The 21st floor, the gang tags... but more than that. The maintenance tunnels... some of them, you've never been through, yet somehow you could navigate right through them.
But beyond that... beyond that, is your sister and your mother. What... what did they look like, again? White hair and red eyes? Or was it purple... Did your hair always have a little streak of grey behind your left ear? Why isn't their a birthmark between your pinkie and ring finger? Where's the scar you got skateboarding with Harold? Who was Harold?
It's the little things, really.
The longer you've been awake, the more that's jumping out at you.
The more afraid you are to dial that number... or was it this one?
"God... I must look pathetic." You whisper, looking down at the city below... "Just like that night." You walk up to the railing of the rail-bridge and look down on the 20th floor of your city...

>Call your sister.
>Break the phone.

>>3672154
>Call your sister.

>>3672154
>Call your sister.

>>3672086
The main focus of the story is based around recoveirnf from trauma. He really goes deep into the psychological side of it and discusses therapy at length.

>>3672154
>Call your sister

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Rolled 90, 79, 27 = 196 (3d100)

>>3672178
>>3672161
>>3672157
I hope this roll goes well for you guys.
I'm getting attached to this mc.
Don't want to make him go through too much crap...

>>3672243
high rolls.... hmmmmm