[Ancient Reptilian Brain] - The warm, primordial soup of unconsciousness envelopes you like the loving mother you never had. Gentle waves of fragmented memories, never to be pieced together again, lap against the shores of your inner island. Beneath the grey skies, there is nothing -- nothing, except the island, the comfortably warm ocean, and you.So, you're back. I knew you would return, one way or another. We were never separated, you know. Only death do us part, and all that. Welcome to the place where nothing exists and nothing matters. You should stay awhile. You are safe, here... safe, away from the horrors of it all. [Limbic System] - Not all grey. The sky is interspersed with red. Ow.[Ancient Reptilian Brain] - Never you mind about that now. The precise pigmentation of the metaphorical ceiling of this nonexistent realm doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Not while you are here, cocooned away from whatever bullshit goes on in the "real world". Enjoy the null-sensation your ancestors experienced tens of thousands years ago, before they developed pesky thoughts like, "Maybe I should climb out of the tree and start walking on two legs."[Limbic System] - Or emerge from the real-life primordial nutrient-soup. That, that was a mistake.>Who am I?>Where am I?>I'm safe here?>[Write-in]
>>4036610>>Who am I?
>>4036610>WHEN am I. Nobody ever asks the real questions anymore. Also, the fuck is this?
>>4036618>Thought unlocked: Who Am I?Thoughts (with a Capital T) are narrative modifiers that you may choose to burn a spare point of Attribute to place within the Thought Cabinet. They can unlock new dialogues, provide small bonuses... or minuses.[Ancient Reptilian Brain] - You don't want to know. You never wanted to know. If anything, that blow to the head was a blessing from the gods, the way you were tearing yourself apart with inner struggles and all such high-concept moral problems. [Limbric System] - Problems... are problematic. Wrestling with them is hard. Better not think about these things. Let the waves carry you far away...[Ancient Reptilian Brain] - So far away...>Away from what?>So very, very far away...>[Write-in]
>>4036622>Well now I feel like staying. As a spiteful thing.Let's be sassy
>>4036624>Well now I feel like staying. As a spiteful thing.[Authority] - Yeah! Nobody tells us what to do! If we stay here, it's going to be because we do it, uh...[Conceptualisation] - Ironically.[Ancient Reptilian Brain] - Ooh, boy. You've done it now.[Limbic System] Why did you have to go ahead and do that? Why? You were at peace, here. Enjoying yourself. Or at least, not not enjoying yourself. Now you've gone and destroyed the calm. [Ancient Reptilian Brain] - Like lights slowly coming in after a municipal blackout in a poverty-stricken urbscape, the higher functions of your brain slowly begin to come online due to your attempt at wielding those mental functions for witticism. Voices begin to mingle and mix forming an unorchestrated cacophony of mental noise. You are waking up. Descending to the Hell that is meatspace, where nobody loves you. Not like the maternal thought-sea does.I warned you, friend. You should have just floated quietly. Unthinking.[Volition] - There will come a day when you truly die, a dessicated husk in the middle of nowhere. But today is not that day.[Perception] - You open your eyes. Red and dried brown streaks in your vision, preventing you from seeing much. There is a throbbing pain in the back of your head.[Logic] - You appear to have been hit in the head.[Hand/Eye Coordination] - By a blunt instrument. It was no squishy flesh-fist that did the deed.[Endurance] - Lesser men would have died from that blow.[Electrochemistry] - You know what this calls for? A drink! Alcohol is an antiseptic, you know. They're extremely useful when you're bleeding all over the place. Ignore pain, acquire elixir of shitfacing.>How bad is the injury?>Wait! Don't leave me here! There are too many voices, I'm afraid, and I want to go back.>Forget about the injury for a moment. Where am I?>[Write-in]
>>4036637>How bad is the injury?STATUS REPORT
>>4036637>Wipe your eyes and attempt to stand. Head hurts too much. Should probably look for something to bandage whatever wound you got. 'Were you guys always this chatty? I feel like there should only be one of me in here.'
When do we waifu Volition? He's my favorite
>>4036642>How bad is the injury?[Volition] - First of all, Don't Panic! Whatever happened, you're still alive. And that counts for something.[Endurance - Alive so far.[Perception (Tactile)] - It's pretty bad, but the pain is not intolerable. Like it's been hurting for a while. A bit too long of a while, actually.[Logic] - Someone hit you hard enough for you to black out. I concur: it's Pretty Bad.[Inner Island] - Oh, and your memories are gone.[Volition] - Remember -- Don't Panic!>Try not to panic. [Roll 2d6]>Panic.>[Write-in]
Oh, does our MC have a seperate mind for each part of himself?
>>4036646Once more voters come in and my writing pace slows down I'll do reader's choice vote, but right now it's mostly first-come first-serve since there aren't many people to break ties.>>4036647https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(mythology)
Rolled 4, 5 = 9 (2d6)>>4036648>>Try not to panic.
>>4036648>Try not to panic>Well are the memories gonna come back?
>>4036649You ever play Disco Elysium? We're basically doing that. Can't tell if the setting is the same though. From what I remember, every mental and physical station in our body has a purpose and voice. Volition being my favorite as just a total badass.
>>4036655>You ever play Disco Elysium?No, actually but I read a Worm fanfic with similiar premise which I liked so I might check it out. Thanks, anon
>>4036649[Conceptualisation - Like talking heads in the national congress. Factionalising. Pushing viewpoints. Trying to be the leading voice of the Vessel they are all stuck in.They are you, and you are them. Do others think like this? You have no idea.[Shiver] - Far away in Military Hospital No. 451, an old man dressed in a patient's livery lies on his cot, eyes blank. A medical orderly walks by, cheerfully says, "Hello, Mr. Avery!" and walks away, buoyant with the joy only the recently hired can have in this field of occupation. The old man does not reply, mute as he is. But inside his head, a thousand different responses float in stark, multicoloured cogno-texts, most of them lecherous. His eyes focus in on the orderly's shapely ass. Then she passes out of his line of sight.
>>4036651>9: Pass[YOU] - The moment passes, like a curtain of rainfall bypassing a little mountainside village in Saint-Saens. This is your life. Your body. You are in control. [Endurance] - Well, you weren't killed when the whatever-it-is hit you, and you aren't dead now. Looks like we've still got some steam on this engine. I think you're okay. For now.[Volition] - You did a good job. Atta boy. Or girl. You aren't not really sure yet.[Encyclopaedia] - Dissociative identity disorder (DID), previously known as multiple personality disorder (MPD), is a mental disorder characterized by at least two distinct and relatively enduring personality states. This is accompanied by memory gaps beyond what would be explained by ordinary forgetfulness.[Inner Island] - Are you suggesting we're mental?[Encyclopaedia] - I don't suggest anything. I merely state facts.[Electrochemistry] - If we're psycho anyway, a little more happy-pill-time wouldn't hurt. Who knows, the craziness might cancel each other out and make you *cool* and *hip* and... not ordinary, what's a better word for this?[Conceptualisation] - Extraordinary.[Perception] - You are lying on a canyon floor. There is no plant-life here, only rocky outcrops and coarse grains of sand. Correction: almost no plant-life. There's a bushy outcropping upon which a brilliant-red scarf flutters weakly, tangled up amidst its spiny branches.[Encyclopaedia] - A druiz, commonly worn to cover the head among the people of the Transoriental Erg. This particular one is feminine, and small. It was for a little girl.[Perception] - I probably should have told you this earlier, but there's blood in your hands. It's dried and scabbed over. The blood isn't yours -- not all of it, at any rate.[Inner Island] - Fuck. How did that thing stay here after all the wind? Actually, don't ask. Don't find out. Let's just leave it hanging in the bush and go elsewhere.>What is this... feeling I get when I look at the scarf?>I want to feel extraordinary. [Ignore the scarf]>[Write-in]
>>4036685>What is this... feeling I get when I look at the scarf?>Wear the scarf too. Could get cold
>>4036691>What is this... feeling I get when I look at the scarf?[YOU] - Now there is a new sensation of pain, entirely unlike the one that is bothering the back of your head. This one squeezes your heart, ties your intestines to knots, quakes your bowels. Water condenses beneath your eyelids. You are on the verge of tears.[Endurance] - Water. I could use something to drink. So thirsty.[Inner Island] - You shouldn't have done that. Who knows what sort of bad memories it might conjure? There is still time to turn back from this ill-informed choice.[Drama] - Too late! I sense a story budding from this development, sire. One that will be worthy of hard-back novels, not some paperback erotica flimsies they sell to berks in the underhive.[Logic] - You have been hit in the head, in a desolate location far away from modern civilisation (assuming this planet's civilisation is modern), with the bodily fluids of a person or persons unknown and a clothing item belonging to a girl. [Conceptualisation] - Blood on your hands.>Thought unlocked: Blood On My Hands>Oh no.>I always knew I was one hard-core motherfucker, but... child murder?>You know, on second thought... I don't really feel strongly about this. Let's skip to the part where I explore myself, figure out if I am a girl or a guy.>[Write-in]
>>4036704>Okay... maybe it's a misunderstanding? Besides, I don't even remember what happened, I can't jump to conclusions until I know everything.
>>4036704>Oh no.>No, can't think about this yet. I have to explore myself, then I have to look around me.
(Going off to purchase sustenance, be back in an indeterminate amount of earth-hours)
>>4036704>You know, on second thought... I don't really feel strongly about this. Let's skip to the part where I explore myself, figure out if I am a girl or a guy.
>Okay... maybe it's a misunderstanding? Besides, I don't even remember what happened, I can't jump to conclusions until I know everything.[Inner Island] - Yeah! You might *not* be a child murderer. Ever think of that possibility?[Drama] - I sense dishonesty, sire. [Inner Island] - Fucking snitch.[Logic] - But not necessarily an outright lie. We might not have been the child's murderer. Just involved in it.[Empathy] - And either way, you feel bad about it. Very, very bad. That means your sins are forgiven, right?[Volition] - No.[Perception] - The walls of the canyon has formed a near grotto, the wind-chipped rocks swooping together to envelope this particular patch of the ground. There is only one visible exit, a one-meter tall opening through which the evening sun's faint rays illuminate the sanded floor.[Conceptualisation] - What circumstances could have come together to carve out this unusual geographic formation?[Perception (Hearing)] - You hear scuffling outside, like that of leather boots scraping loose earth. Someone is outside, and they are getting closer.>Quick, draw my weapon! Wait, do I even have a weapon? [Hand/Eye Coordination]>Raise your fists defensively. [Physical Instrument]>"Hello? Is anybody there?">Attempt to find a hiding place amidst the shadowed rocks. [Conceptualisation]>[Write-in]
>>4036913>Attempt to find a hiding place amidst the shadowed rocks. [Conceptualisation]If they look harmless we can come out
>>4036913>>"Hello? Is anybody there?"
>>4036913>>Attempt to find a hiding place amidst the shadowed rocks. [Conceptualisation]
>>Attempt to find a hiding place amidst the shadowed rocks. [Conceptualisation]
>>4036929>>4037033>>4037370>Attempt to find a hiding place amidst the shadowed rocks. [Conceptualisation][Conceptualisation] - Thousands of years of windborne sands have cut against the ravine walls, forming sizeable shelves upon shelves -- some of them could envelope *you*. The lack of sunlight directly illuminating the grotto will also work to your advantage, if you choose to-[Volition] - No time! Hide![Physical Instrument] - You nampy-pamby. Stand and fight![You] - You scuttle between the rocky shelves to find a hiding place, stifling a wince as the granular exture of the sedimentary rock scratches your arms. It draws blood. [Perception (Smell)] - Whiff of pungent iron tickles your nostrils. You are suddenly aware of just how little blood is in your system already, much of it absorbed by the water-greedy sandfloor.The intruder pauses a moment -- probably to stoop to fit throughout the entrance -- and then continues their ingress. Their footsteps are measured and unhurried. "Hello?" a feminine voice is tossed into thin air, just loud enough to be heard by people within this miniature valley of rock. "Is anybody here?"[Rhetoric] - A practiced accent -- her Gymnasium-bred Standard has undertones of the rusticity of a windtrapper's commune, especially recogniseable in her affected rhoticity. Educated, but from humble beginnings.[Empathy] - She's awfully brave to be wandering alone, wherever here is. You were spared most of the elements while unconscious thanks to this natural cove-like formation, but you're pretty sure that outside is going to be a desert.[Inner Island] - Or she had reason to be here. Like checking up on your corpse. Didn't think of that, did you?[Endurance] - Do you reckon she's carrying water? I could do with some water.>Pop out from the shelf-spot. "Hello!">Wait for her to pass me by. She could be... The Enemy.>Maybe I don't want to be rescued. Maybe the one that needs rescuing... is *her*.>[Write-in]
>>4037442>>Pop out from the shelf-spot. "Hello!"
>>4037442>>Maybe I don't want to be rescued. Maybe the one that needs rescuing... is *her*.
>>4037442>Pop out from the shelf-spot. "Hello!"
>>4037475>>4038237>Pop out from the shelf-spot. "Hello!"[Rhetoric] - Real suave, cowboy.[Perception] - The voice crawling out of your throat is decidedly masculine. It comes out more hoarsely than you intended due to dehydration. At least you know what gender you are now. The woman stifles a cry of alarm, stepping back away from your no doubt wild visage, raising a complicated-looking tube the length of a man's arm. [Physical Instrument] - Watch out! It's a sword![Logic] - Look at the way she's pointing the end toward us. It's clearly a projectile launcher of some sort.[Drama] - A laser gun! A laser gun! I've always wanted to be in a space opera setting![Empathy] - Maybe it's not a weapon at all, but a peace offering. It could be a drinking-tube she's offering to us.[Suggestion - Her stance doesn't look very offering-y to me.[You] - Wait, so which is it? A sword or a gun?[Empathy] - Or a water tube.[Drama] - It's up to you to interpret our data input, sire.[Inner Island] - You are the boss.[Physical Instrument] - The Man.[Volition] - Don't get *too* wild, though. Reality might not like that.>I think that's a gun.>...that shoots lasers.>Nope, that's definitely a sword. She's holding it a bit weird, though.>A peace offering, no doubt about it.>[Write-in]
>>4038586>Does it matter what it is? She's holding it like a weapon, so it probably is one! Try to calm her down. "Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you. I'm a bit lost." Hold your hands out. Don't scare her... hey voices, is she cute?
>>4038586What's the distance between us and her? Is there sand on the ground we could throw into her eyes?
>[Drama] - A laser gun! A laser gun! I've always wanted to be in a space opera setting![Drama] a cute
>>4038616Probably best to wait on a hostile action untilvwe can tell whether she's actually gonna hurt us. We just shocked her
>>4038621Yeah, but it never hurts to prepare especially since there are personalities who can do it while others are doing diplomacy
>>4038616Roll 2d6, Visual Calculus DC8
Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d6)>>4038658Rolling
>Does it matter what it is? She's holding it like a weapon, so it probably is one! Try to calm her down. "Sorry, didn't mean to surprise you. I'm a bit lost." Hold your hands out. Don't scare her... hey voices, is she cute?[Conceptualisation] - Her eyes are like those of a deer looking into the headlights of a lorry rushing toward her.[Inland Empire] - You're the truck in this metaphor.[Perception] - Wide and round, with monochromatic irises that make you think of the expansive skies over the perfectly flat plains of Yurzhen, uninterrupted by hills and mountains. Stretching endlessly to the horizon where the field of green meets the ice-cold blue. Her skin is unblemished from the ceaseless sandstorms that plague the TransOr eco-zone, protected from the elements by a pearl-white druiz donned around her head. The rest of her accoutrements are not nearly as native-looking. She is wearing a patterned uniform of beige and various shades of brown.[Esprit de Corps] - An arid-environment camouflage uniform issued to members of His Majesty's Armed Forces for desert tours. Hers is plain and unadorned by unit patches or insignia, save for a small lapel pin of a red hawk on a background of black. The first production run of the uniforms were notoriously hot and not at all suited for the desert conditions they were intended for.[Electrochemistry] - And the verdict on her cuteness?[Conceptualisation] - That depends.[You] - Depends on what?[Conceptualisation] - What is your opinion on people with brown skins?[Physical Instrument] - They took our jobs.[Authority] - Resisted our attempts in spreading civilisation.[Empathy] - ...while we bulldozed down their thousands-of-years-old monuments and destroyed their cities.[Visual Calculus] - While you cretins were busy debating the shaggability of the first human being you met in your remembered life, I figured out a way for us to get out alive. You're welcome. The floor is sandy. The fucking *wind* is sandy. Kick the sand and spray it on her face and she just might be distracted enough not to shoot you in the face, or at least miss, giving you time to overwhelm her physically.[Physical Instrument] - I like this plan. You should do it.>Wait, "our attempts"?>I'm okay with brown-skinned people.>Say aloud: "I am okay with brown-skinned people." You have to let her know that you're one of the *good* guys.>I loath them with every fibre of my being.>I don't *hate* them, but phylogenetically speaking, they are inferior to whatever people-group I belong to.>I have no strong opinions toward an entire race group. I'm boring like that.>Sand attack! [Foot/Eye Coordination DC10 - 2 (Visual Calculus success)]>[Write-in]
For some reason I'm not able to delete the post where I messed up with the font colours. Just ignore that one. Unless you can't see them, then that probably means 4chan server is only showing me the borked update post, like some kind of special QM hell.
>>4038709>>I don't *hate* them, but phylogenetically speaking, they are inferior to whatever people-group I belong to.Based and Redpilled.
>>4038763>inb4 we're black too
>>4038709>I don't *hate* them, but phylogenetically speaking, they are inferior to whatever people-group I belong to
>>4038709>I'm okay with the "good one's".
>>4038763>>4038836>I don't *hate* them, but phylogenetically speaking, they are inferior to whatever people-group I belong to.>Thought Unlocked: Not Racist, Just Race-Aware> Esprit de Corps: 1 Morale Damage[Esprit de Corps] - In one of the numerous sentry-strongholds that dot the ecological border between the Trans-Oriental Erg and the pocket of green civilisation, five men and women in beige-and-browns uniforms share stories of their separate homeworlds under the shade, waiting for nightfall and the onset of cooler climes. Black, brown, white -- their skin colours do not act as borders between these troopers, all united under the icon of the crimson bird fastened on their lapels. Why does that uniform feel so familiar? And why have you begun chastising yourself for disparaging a woman in the uniform? What is the significance of the red bird against the black sky to you?[Physical Instruments] - You don't hate them even though they are inferior? What kind of wishy-washy decision is that? Say out loud that you despise her and her kind. Only then shall you be worthy of entering the halls of your ancestors without shame.[Conceptualisation] - She isn't cute. You are definitely not having feelings of *attraction* toward her. You are above and beyond this sort of primal lust -- that is for the tribal savages and rustic villeins. No, your eyes definitely aren't straying to her sweat-pearled neckline... or the barely-visible collar bones that stand out sedately like gentle waves mid-roll climbing onto the golden-white beach. She is a good two heads shorter than you, giving you a natural line of sight advantage...[Logic] - It looks like you consider her to be beautiful, more than cute. [Suggestion] - Forget about the head injury. Ask her if she would like to spend the night together in the desert...[Drama] - ...and watch the falling stars, numbering the infinite cosmos with our naked fingers...[Endurance] - Say it. Say, "Would you like to see my etchings?" I mean, when was the last time you had a good fuck?
[Logic] - Obviously he wouldn't remember. He's an amnesiac.[Endurance] - All the more reason to re-experience his first, innit?[Empathy] - You have a really ugly side in you, you know that? But it's okay. I understand. I love you just the way you are.[Soldier Lady] - Her hands steady as piercing ice-blue eyes scan over you with a practiced familiarity. An ocular pat-down for weapons. [Esprit de Corps] - For hidden knives. Explosives. Fragile and deadly vials of suicide chem.[Visual Calculus] - She is just far enough that you might be able to reach her in a single leap, but her lasgun--[Drama] - So cool.[Visual Calculus] - --is trained on you resolutely. And it looks like she knows how to use it. You may choose multiple options, but only ONE dice-rolling option per thread.>Raise your hand.>Do I know that bird? [Encyclopaedia DC8]>"Wait, that red bird..." You slowly point your finger at the insignia. "I've seen that symbol before.">Display my racial superiority with brute, unrelenting force. [Physical Instruments DC10]>Point at her weapon-tube. "Is that a lasgun?">[Write-in]
>>4039145>Do I know that bird? [Encyclopaedia DC8]>"Wait, that red bird..." You slowly point your finger at the insignia. "I've seen that symbol before."
>>4039145start to flirt with her
>>4039145>Do I know that bird? [Encyclopaedia DC8]>"Wait, that red bird..." You slowly point your finger at the insignia. "I've seen that symbol before."Don't mind us, we're just a harmless canyon enthusiast.
>>4039145>>Display my racial superiority with brute, unrelenting force. [Physical Instruments DC10]
>>4039145>Sand to the eyes and roll!
>>4039161>>4039402I can't update until a few hours later but please do roll me 2D6, either of you
Rolled 6, 5 = 11 (2d6)>>4039994
Rolled 4, 2 = 6 (2d6)>>4039994all i can imagine is a hairy hunched over golum posturing and acting figure
>>4040002>11: Pass>"Wait, that red bird..." You slowly point your finger at the insignia. "I've seen that symbol before."[Encyclopaedia] - The red bird upon a sky of black represents the Shrike, the symbol of the ducal house of the Aenides, one of the Houses Major originating from Ilium, with representation in the Imperial Divan of the Sublime Porte. The current patriarch of the House is Duke Kreios Aenides. [Composure] - Ilium. The word inspires a glowing warmth in your heart. There is preexisting mental connotations within your mind of happiness and prosperity. And then a profound sense of sadness half a second later. [Empathy] - Regret. Regret. Regret.[Soldier Lady] - She lowers her firearm, brows furrowed with concern. "You're not one of the natives... wait, you're bleeding. Were you attacked?" [Esprit de Corps] - What am I doing, pointing a gun at a wounded man?[Physical Instruments] - She's distracted with feminine degeneracy like *pity*, typical of her kind. Strike her now, son. You'll never get a better chance.[Empathy] - Are you some kind of an antisocial animal? Just talk to her and explain that you were hit in the head and lost your memories and ask for her assistance. [Authority] - No. You can't admit DEFEAT. Tell her that you are just fine, and make her go away, before she thinks you are WEAK. We can find our own way out of this. Slight correction: not one dice roll option per thread, but, uh, update. Also some dice-roll options are incompatible with non-dice options. Just try to use common sense.>I *am* an antisocial animal. [Physical Instruments DC8] (Gun lowered -1, Not considered a threat -1)>"Oh, this? It's just an old battle scar, totally fine. You don't have to worry about me. I'm just your run of the mill desert hermit. Please go away." [Authority DC10] (You look terrible +2, Head wound +2)>Lie down and cry because this is the first time in my remembered life that someone showed concern for me.>[Write-in]
Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)>>4040240>I *am* an antisocial animal. [Physical Instruments DC8] (Gun lowered -1, Not considered a threat -1)
>>4040240>ask WHO she are and WHERE this is
Rolled 2, 2 = 4 (2d6)>>4040240>>I *am* an antisocial animal. [Physical Instruments DC8] (Gun lowered -1, Not considered a threat -1)
Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d6)>>4040240>>I *am* an antisocial animal. [Physical Instruments DC8] (Gun lowered -1, Not considered a threat -1)
>>4040240>ask WHO she are and WHERE this isConsidering you guys just failed the fucking checks against a bitch with a fucking laser gun, we can't be committing to it. Good job dumbasses
>>4040303>>4040358>>4040369you may want to change your votes why are you even doing this?
>>4040303 >3: Abject failure [You] - The inner urgings of your manly side is clear: dominate this woman and show her who truly belongs in the position of authority. Your cause is righteous, your intentions pure. You will reenact the Sacking of Berghana, one punch at a time. [Physical Instruments] - Your right fist is a weapon of RACIAL JUSTICE, and your left, the claw of CULTURAL SUPERIORITY. Fuck the uppity woman. Bash her brains out. Make her rue the day she ever pointed her stolen techno-stick your way. [Endurance] - And maybe *use* her the way women are intended to be, afterward. [Physical Instruments] - Race-mixing is the road to damnation, fool. Just kill her and be done with it. [You] - You raise yourself up to your full height, puffing up your chest in an intimidating display of masculinity, and begin to charge- [Perception (All)] - Going off-line.[Volition] - *whimper* [Logic] - You are a fucking moro... [Limbic System] - Ow. [Ancient Reptilian Brain] - Back so soon? - End -
>>4040303>>4040358>>4040369look what you have done
>>4040469Disco Elysium, the game where straining yourself by trying to reach for you neck tie can cause a heart attack. Not surprised failing a check to charge a woman with a damn laser ends in our death. GG OP, hope to see you run something again, with an audience that actually gives a fuck.
>>4040486Well, it isn't going to be on /qst/ again, that's for sure! On the flip side of things, the materials I've prepped can be recycled for my RL game, so not all is lost.I hope you readers were at least entertained for the short duration of the quest. I'd just finished playing DE for the first time ~3 days ago so it was very fresh in my mind. I miss the /tg/ questing days, where voters are a little more circumspect.By the way, have you any recommendations for some questing forums or boards?
>>4040491kind of bummed it was so short
>>4040491Other places? I mean, depends on what you're looking for. Only other big ones I know are SV and SB, but they have pretty strict rulesets on what can and can't be displayed. Depending on how mature the quest is and if there's NSFW material in it, Questionable Questing or Akun (fiction.live) are two choices. If you're not doing NSFW stuff though, either Spacebattles or Sufficient Velocity will work. Probably get a wider audience for this kinda setting too.
>>4040530fiction.live or as its called is fast paced questing with a chat
>>4040474I wasn't sure how voting worked so since 2 guys already voted to attack I thought I might as well see if I can roll higher ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d6)lets see our chances
>>4040491>>4040530Akun is even more retarded than this place. The other places which were mentioned likely dont have the readership /qst does.
>>4040491>>>4040486 #>Well, it isn't going to be on /qst/ again, that's for sure!Awww, were we really so bad?
>>4040491That's a shame, this was very entertaining and a marvelous read.
>>4040491Damn. It was a fun read while it lasted.Let us know where you decide to go
>>4044141>>4041902Oh well I'm gratified if nothing else, seemed like all the players wanted was get the character killed and end the quest.>>4040766It's equal parts "MC ded so story ended" and "not willing to spend time writing up hooks and introductory paragraphs for aforementioned quick-death game", really. There's not much to do once the vehicle for the narrative breaks down.
>>4040766We voted to randomly attack the chick with the gun after she already decided not to shoot us. Yeah we were pretty bad
>>4040469>holy crap, a disco elysium style quest!>It ends like thatWhelp. Oh well, just want to say I appreciate the effort, must have taken some time. Was this meant to be the same setting or an oc? I hope you'll try again, consider maybe not having an amnesiac start. Just drop it in a criminal investigation or something like that, a battle, to make it as easy for the widest possible audience.Good writing op!
>>4044798I think the amnesia is part of the experience. It would have allowed us to discover the setting and its intricacies piece by piece.
>>4044802It only kind of works in the video game. There are thousands, millions of works of fiction set in OC settings without resorting to the amnesiac thing. It is really hit and miss even if I get what you are saying. You've got to know your audience. And, protip, don't give retarded players the option of picking retarded shit that will end the quest. Someone's gonna IP hop to spam it to end it early.
>>4044811Not to mention, most importantly, when you pick dumb shit that kills you in the game, you get to reload and do something smarter. So not wise "unironicly" keeping that element without adjusting for quest format.
>>4040491Ugh. I just saw this on the archives. Sorry to see this Fortuna, I hope you're not bummed out of this place yet
>>4044811>>4044813That is actually a good point, but a "reloading" mechanic on a quest is going to turn tiresome very quick unlike video games, and slow down the progress of the whole thing. Also giving retarded options was part and parcel of DE. I just didn't think anons would aggressively seek out suicide-by-soldier.>>4045394Don't be sorry, it wasn't you putting those votes. And it IS partly my fault for putting in those choices. I'm still around on /qst/ since there are a couple quests I follow!It's an interesting question - how far can a QM expect his players not to do obviously retarded things while also keeping the DE-style consequence-heavy "free choice"? I had started the quest assuming players wanted to survive. I guess DE with its tendency to encourage players to do wild and wacky things is not compatible with a questing format.
>>4047258yeah... honestly, it can happen even in the best of times. Just a good idea not to have absolute failure (death) as an option so early rather than relative. I hope you don't feel discouraged, look forward to reading other stuff of yours. Maybe try sufficient velocity if you want to try again with the same thing.
>>4047258Well, in DE, the worst real-life consequence of your last free choice is you hitting the F9 key for a quick-reload. Best case, you lost mere minutes, worst case, a few hours went down the drain. Quests have a far higher time investment than a game like DE has. A fuck-up can result in hours, even days worth of progress unraveling in a few votes. Not all quests, and QM for that matter, can handle that. The quests I have run in the past have blank-slate protagonists, to a certain extend. If the players were to fuck up and kill themselves, they would simply go back to square one with a new character, maybe a few new mechanics, knowledge of tings to come and maybe a boon or two left behind by the previous MC.A DE-Style quest cloud really use a "quick save" of sorts. If the character dies, he could be put back a few minutes, or something like that. Should this not appeal to you, a simple way to keep players from fucking up too hard is, simply put, not letting them. Of course, this runs contrary to the approach you took, but maybe this could prevent another incident like this in the future.In any case, I do hope you run more quests, even if it's not on here. Don't let one bad experience sour the entire hobby for yourself.
>>4047258>how far can a QM expect his players not to do obviously retarded things while also keeping the DE-style consequence-heavy "free choice"?You should always expect some anons are gonna try their best to wreck the quest. I think the best counter is having MC acknowledge and consider any reckless suggestions anons may make, then discard them. Example: >>4032668 >>4032801Another option is to wait for more votes to come in, sensible anons are usually in majority.If it still isn't enough, just proceed but soften the consequences. After all you are the OP and in the end you are 100% in control of your story.