LAST THREAD>>4601638My meds have been fucking with me lately, and the last bit was written while I was constipated and in a shitty mood, so the qsts not over yet. LAST THREAD SUMMARY: After finishing up the quest for the weird old guy, Anon bought a bunch of weird shit, and chugged down some goo a weird old man gave to him while winking. He got a sudden craving for the flesh of the living, but thankfully only killed a deer before passing out and finding he was starting to transform into another of Queenie's species! He could now understand her, and spit some real burns. This is because his spit was acid. Two asswipes named Nathan and Riko were picked up and added to the caravan, though Riko is 89% of the asswipe-ery. Anon fucked Queenie, and the QM had a brief fit of intense autism and wrote it out in detail using advice from Wattpad, and forgot to include enough handholding. Hector then approached the pair and said that they really needed to ice the clown. After recruiting a mentally unstable child soldier, Anon and Queenie attacked Bobble. Anon attempted to chug another vial of GOOP, but Bobble shot it out of his hand while panicking, we now resume the adventures of autist and alien. > MINE You leap towards the vial of goo, and Bobble whips his pistol back at you and lands a shitload of darts in your chest, you power through the numbness, and snap it open like shredder at then end of the good tmnt video game, chug it down, and yell at Greenkid to clear the fuck out.>" OUT *SKREEE* WAY *HAAAAK* OR DIE-DIE MIDGET!!!"Now, the bloodlust and pain will surge thorugh your body and you will tear this barnum and bailey reject! Just gotta... wait a bit. Now? no? Howaboutnow? FUCK!>"Idiot! I'm using tranq darts! Your metabolism is dead! It won't stop you from eventually getting your gifts bestowed, but it's enough time to kill you three!"With that, Bobble hurls his tranq gun at Queenie, and it just kinda... bounces off, not doing any actual damage. He then suddenly produces a shitload of throwing knives out of his weird baggy clown clothes, and starts hurling them at you. Queenie roars and attempts to charge, but is forced to leap from a small barrage of knives. The GreenKid simply throws himself on the ground and attempts to start slowly crawling towards Bobble while he continues to blabber on.>"By the way, did I mention I coated my knives and knives in a special blend of virus I made and I have friends coming to help? You're walking corpses now! Not the purified kind, but we mortus can fix that reaaaal nice."Wat do?>"Oh no! It's not like Queenies totally immune to the virus and I'm slowly turning into her species! Alas, I was only able to consummate our love once, and never even got to propose to her and see her in a beautiful crimson wedding gown! ">Lob Acid at him from a distance> PITIFUL > BARRIER > THE HUNGER NEVER SLEEPS>Write inInventory:Snake rings (Ivory, Ebony)Snake Spear
>>4642716>I was constipated and in a shitty moodIf you were constipated you actually couldn't have been in a shitty mood.
> THE HUNGER NEVER SLEEPSCan't get tranq'd, there's clown to killDid the ring say anything about working against ailments or just injury?
>>4642716>> THE HUNGER NEVER SLEEPS
>>4643399> THE HUNGER NEVER SLEEPSOvertaken by a surge of bloodlust, you dash directly at the giggling bastard, forgoing all attempts to dodge his attacks. Panicking, Bobble tosses one aim directly at your leg, but you just power through the pain while another lands itself in your shoulder. Bobble attempts to do another backflip as you get close, but you pounce and tackle him to the ground and rip out a chunk of his chest. As you do, you suddenly feel a searing pain run across the length of your back. While getting ready to bash Bobble's head in, you whipe your head around, suddenly hearing shouts and cries coming from the camp. Taking advantage of your distraction, Bobble takes out a butterfly knife and rakes it across your forehead and kicks you off, doing a *COMBAT CARTWHEEL* away from you and takes out even more fucking knives. GreenKid has already run off to assumedly help with the Camp, and Queenie is preparing to charge at Bobble, following your example.>"What now, you slime? You can't kill me in time, and help stop my pals from UTTERLY DEVESTATING your pathetic companions. Ohohohohoho!~ Quite a Dilemma, Yes?"Wat do?>Send Queenie to help caravan> MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA > RIP AND TEAR > HELL'S ANGEL > KLOWN KEBAB >Write in (50% chance of failure due to RED RAGE)Health:Light Bleeding Knife in leg+shoulderInventory:Snake SpearsSnake Ring (Ivory, Ebony)
>>4644969>> HELL'S ANGEL
Going full Doom on him sounds good but +1 to> HELL'S ANGEL for now.We also can't keep taking injuries at this rate. At least the rings should help with the bleeding. Maybe get the knifes out from our leg/shoulder?
>>4644990>>4645097> HELL'S ANGEL >"SSS-TOP RUN-HIDING *KREEEEEEK*"You dash towards Bobble again, and jump onto a nearby van, roll into the skylight, cut yourself on the glass and jump out the broken windshield onto the roof of another car as another knives whizz past you, some cutting across your skin.>"AHAHAHAHA-HEEEEE! Are you scared worm? Leaping and scurrying from my delightful blades? Are so you idiotic you forgot to run the right w-"You give a mighty roar, and leap as high as you can with your spear pointed right at his stupid red nose. Bobble panics, and he fires a shot that manages to land in your upper left arm as he dashes backwards. Your spear rips through his costumed leg, going clean through his thigh and pinning him in place.>"AAAAGGHHHHH! I-I'm not out yet you moron, die!"Instead of taking out another knife, he simply makes a wild punch at the one lodged in your shoulder, making half the hilt disappear as the dagger sinks further in. Queenie roars, and Bobble weakly tosses another knife at her before it clinks off her much more well armored shoulder before she brutally clotheslines his arm off with her claws with her charge.>"YAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!"He quickly takes his other hand, and uses it to whistle a high pitched tune.Wat do?> FUN > CONSUME > TROPHY > MIST > DISGRACE >GOTTA GET A GRIP (calm down)>Write in (75% chance to fail due to red rage) Health:Bleeding badlyKnife in leg+shoulder+stomachKnife in Shoulder in hammered inInventory:Snake SpearsSnake Ring (Ivory, Ebony)
>>4645194>Knife in stomachThat's not good. >AND THE ANGEL SEARED THE FLESH FROM HIS BONES.(low number of votes so to not create a tie, I'm fine with CONSUME)
>>4645194>GOTTA GET A GRIP (calm down)I feel like it's not a good idea to go insane...again.
>>4645197>>4645263>>4645774>CONSUMEYou suddenly feel so very, very hungry, and cravings something sweet. Cotton candy really. Cotton Candy is served at carnivals and circuses, Clowns perform at circuses, circuses serve cotton candy, clowns eat their lunches, people who eat lunches usually buy random things to go along with it, Bobble's hair is poofy, Cotton candy is poofy, therefore his hair is sweet, therefore you should EATEATEATEATEATEATEATEATEATEAT As Bobble frantically scrabbles to pull out his butterfly knife, you open your mouth and tear off a chunk of his nose. He screams and attempts to punch you, but you simply open your maw and savor the pain and the taste of blood as he impales his hand on your teeth. You then clamp down your jaws, jerking your head down then whipping it upwards, ripping off Bobble's hand in half, with most of his fingers sailing into the air. He manages to get a poor grip on his knife, but simply makes a ineffectual shallow cut across your sternum before you forcibly grasp his head and begin devouring him. As you bathe in the carnage, your vision grows cloudy as like in the cabin, and you also notice a searing pain run across your body as you greedily slurp up every single bit of blood from the fractured bits of his skull. Queenie also joins you in your feast, and Bobble is quickly reduced into nothing but a couple of unpleasant smears and bones not worth breaking to suck on the marrow inside. As you stand up, the pain begins to grow, but you barely notice it as you hear the sounds of battle. Where there is battle, there are the fighters, where there are fighters, there is distracted prey. RED RAGE and GOOP dual-activation. Special state achieved. You are unable to distinguish friend from foe reliably, and are imbued with unholy strength and bloodlust. Only Queenie will not be a target, and she is under a similar influence. You will soon fall unconscious from the strain.Roll a d20> SCREAM > HUNT > CARNAGE > MELT 5 choices left!
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>4645872>> SCREAM
>>4645872>5 choices leftWe might want to use some actions playing for time.>SCREAM>>4645998>20Hear me and despair!
>>4646464>>4645998oh shit lol nat 20
>>4645998>>4646464>>4646480You drop to all fours and begin dashing your way back into the caravan, and Queenie joins you in this endeavor. As you approach, you see a throng of bodies slowly streaming into the parking lot, with a scant few other bodies walking around and making noises with the hole in their heads. As you reach your mobile cave, you unleash a mighty roar to let the intruders know they are upon your territory. Some ignore you, but a couple in robes turn to look at you, letting a old-creature shoot them down. You continue screaming, and a smaller creature begins crying as her ears leak blood. We jump down and rip through some of the slower bodies. One of the bodies appears turns around, and extends his arm, then protrudes his thumb. Most curious. You feel hands molest your tail, and whip it around, sending some of the cold-bodies to the side. The exertion causes the sharp-metals to bury themselves deeper into the skin, and your twin head-pains grow ever stronger.Wat do?> REMOVE WORMS> FEAST > MULTIPLY >GET A GRIP! (50% sucess rate, consumes two choices, roll a 1d20) > GIVEINGIVEINGIVEIN 4 choices leftHealth:Unable to be veiwed at this time.Inventory:Snake SpearSnake Ring (Ivory, Ebony)
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>4647485>>GET A GRIP! (50% sucess rate, consumes two choices, roll a 1d20)NAT 20 GOOOOOO
>>4647499OH DICE GODS ARE WITH ME! I FEEL LIKE A GOD!!!!!
>>4647499Guess we're doing this then. If we're about to go down (> Queenie will not be a target, and she is under a similar influence. You will soon fall unconscious from the strain.) we need to get to a safer place, otherwise i'd remove these worms. We're also suffering more from our injuries. Curse for not having an armor like our mate.
>>4647499>>4647505>>4648251>"FHAUCK!"AGGGH! Your head throbs violently as a extra intense wave of pain washes over you, and you throw up all over a zombie next to the car you were standing on. Nice. You still feel the UNRELENTING BLOODLUST Course through your veins, but you seem... slightly less prone to passing out at any second now, at least from the headache, you're still bleeding slightly less than when you last checked, but still bleeding. As you glance around, you see there are around 3 of those screamy zombies with holes for faces surrounding the camp, pointing and wailing for the hordes of zombies that emerge out of the night to attack. A couple of cultists armed with whips and bows hang back near the squealers, taking potshots at anyone who's getting too close. The corpses of zombies litter the ground, along with a couple of cultists. Hector is currently trying to carve a path through the zombies with a machete to get to the cultists.>"TASTE DOG-STEEL YOU ROTTING BASTARDS!"Emperor is currently reloading his crossbow as he prepare to shoot at the cultists. Nathan is... Just standing there, being ignored by everyone, even the zombies. A spray of shots somehow miss hitting anything threatening as Chuck pops out from the backseat of your car. Zoey and Sarah are crouching behind Emperor, and Zoey appears to be bleeding from the ears. Leon is also in his car and taking shots at the cultists, but every time he lines up a shot, the cultist crack their whips and a zombie crowd forms in front of them, taking the shots for them. Greenkid is currently spinning around in a circle with his sword, wacking everyone in the kneecaps. Tyler is desperately trying to punch the zombies out of Hector's car, which has been totally swarmed. You can still feel the pain and rage clawing at your skull, gnawing your reason awayWat do?>Help Tyler clear out the car>Focus on killing zombies>Lob Acid at the cultists> MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA> POUNCE > GIVEINGIVEINGIVEIN>Write inHealth:BleedingKnife in leg+shoulder+stomachKnife in Shoulder in hammered inInventory:Snake SpearSnake Ring (Ivory, Ebony)
>>4649205>>Lob Acid at the cultists
>>4649205Queenie should be able to keep zombies from piling on us. Try to circle back and get to one of the cultist so we can sink the spear in him to feed on his life force and summon a snake. Just maim him first so he can't fight back. Maim and rip and tear and bite and....
>>4649319>>4649777You leap off the car and attempt to circle around to the back, and attempt to ambush the cultists. Queenie follows you, battering the zombies that get too close. Unfortunately, having the cutest spacebug on the whole planet zealously smashing anything that's threatening you isn't conductive to stealth, leading to the cultists spotting you a bit earlier than you'd like. Thankfully, they just launched some bolts at Sarah that... sorta missed, so they resort to lashing at you with their whips, which lash and bite into your body. You lob a actually half decent glob of acid at one's chest causing him to scream and desperately claw his clothes off. As you approach, you bite off his face and impale his body with the spear, causing the snake begin to form again. A whip painfully hits your left hand, and a sickening crunch emanates from it. Queenie attempts to charge, but a cultist screams an incomprehensible plan, and the zombies suddenly take on an unhealthy speed, breaking their brittle legs as they swarm her and attempt to drag her back into the throng.Wat do?>Double back and Help Queenie.>Pull the spear out now and attack the cultists>leave the spear in and attack with your claws>Rip out the knives to use while you leave the spear imbedded in you> WALLS OF FLESH >Write inHealth:BleedingKnife in leg+shoulder+stomachKnife in Shoulder in hammered inSlightly Fractured left handInventory:Snake SpearSnake Ring (Ivory, Ebony)
>>4651255>>Rip out the knives to use while you leave the spear imbedded in youKill the cultists = save queenie
>>4651255>Pull the spear out now and attack the cultistsLet's get into the SPEARit of things!
How many cultists there are left? This won't really end before they're all dead first. We could always just ditch the caravan, but we're wounded so badly that we need some medical aid after this.>>4651309This. It should be better to get them out since the rings help to stop the bleeding. We can stick the knives in the cultist and continue to rake with our claws. The first instinct would be to help queenie, but we need her to hold on her own and get the cultists directing the horde. Perhaps the growing snake takes some of their attention as well. > leave the spear imbedded in you*in cultist?
>>4651448>>4651309>>4651313You decide that keeping these knives in you is incredibly stupid, considering the fact that they keeping digging deeper while you move around. Trying to deal with the cultists Quickly, you abandon the spear and rip out the knife in your leg, rushing down a cultist and stab into his leg, causing him to fall to the ground, writhing in pain and spewing profanities, but not out. As yet another lash strikes you on the back of the head, you struggle to stay upright, and tear the knife in your shoulder out, throwing it blindly at the bastard, scoring a lucky shot directly in the chest. The remaining three cultists huddle together, and two step forward while the other calmly pulls out another arrow and begins to reload. Screw that. You rip out the knife in your stomach, but hear a sickening tearing sound as you do. Resisting the urge to look down (You remembered the lessons taught to you by the Fox Den Summer Camp splatter incident) you throw your remaining dagger, hitting one of the forward cultist's hands, causing him to drop his whip. You glance down, and see that the knife unfortunately hit one of your carapace-y bits, and you tore it off, and a... concerning amount of exposed not-really-organs-but-like-the-fleshy-skin-parts leaking blood. You can actually see your rings start to glow as they struggle to contain the favored drink of goths who took it way too far. You take a quick glance behind you to see how the fellow members of the caravan are dealing with the zombies. You can see that Sarah has gotten a stylish new ear piercing. Shame that the ear is no longer attached, and that she's unconscious. Emperor has picked her up, and is swatting away zombies as he dashes to his motorbike. Everyone else has generally made it to a car, and just trying to clear out the nearby zombies to make a path that won't destroy their transmission. Except for Nathan, who's still just... standing around. There are currently 2 completely uninjured cultists left, one cultist without a whip and a knife in his hand, and one rolling around the ground. Your snake is currently of medium size.Wat do?>Pull out the spear and start stabbing!>Leave the spear in, continue fighting with knife>Screw this, run to Queenie and get to the cars! >Just rush the cultists down> GIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEIN >Write inHealth:Bleeding BadlyGiant tear: StomachInjured shoulderSlightly Fractured left handInventory:KnifeSnake Ring (Ivory, Ebony)
>>4652060>and you tore it off What? Idgaf. >GIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEINGIVEIN
>>4652102So like, think of the carapace chunks sorta working as scabs. You tore off a chunk of it, and you know how scabs bleed a lot if you tear them off too early?
>>4652102You struggle to maintain consciousness, but it's all too much. You're bleeding everywhere, the moans of the dead reach a peak, and you just... let go. YOUPOUNCEANDYOURBLOODISBLESSEDTHEROBEDONESFALLANDDIESCRAMBLINGFORTHEIRINNARDSTHEHORDEISPARTEDBYTHEMACHINESOFMETALANDTHUNDERTHEABOMINATIONSAREPURGEDBYTHEHOLYWEAPONANDTHEFEASTBEGINSANDYOUDEVOURDEVOURDEVOURDEVOURDEVOURDEVOURDEVOURANDNOWITHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTSHURTS > Our blood>Our skin>Our being (roll 2d8)
>>4654820>Our skinAnyone have ideas what the being is? Seems like risk/reward option.
Rolled 7, 6 = 13 (2d8)Eh, I'll roll the dice and change my vote... But if it will be a bad roll does it not make sense for others to not vote for it.? Shouldn't the roll be made after the vote?
>>4655061Oooh... So close. It was off a table and there were no real results that were better than the other.>"*kkhhhhhkkkk*"You struggle to get up again, or to even open your eyes. You feel like the mother of all hangovers just pounded in your head with a mace made of pure arsenic and left you to die. You can't even muster the energy to open your eyes. Your entire body constantly burns, and you grit your teeth and wait for the pain to subside, but it never does. Doesn't exactly help that you feel like you've stuffed yourself to the brim with concrete yet are ravenously hungry too. As you finally rip open your eyelids, you see that much more of your skin has been converted to the black carapace, but nothing really protrudes out to the point of your tail. As you touch your face, you realize quite a bit of it has formed around your cheeks in particular, and your teeth feel a little sharper. You are currently tied face down next to the sleeping form of queenie on the back of a rapidly moving pickup truck. She's asleep.Wat do?>Lie there and wait>Try to Wake Queenie up>Attempt to break out of the bonds>Write in.
>>4656280>Try to Wake Queenie up>So close.To what? Do I want to stay ignorant and not get sad we missed something?
>>4656396>"*HHHHHK!* QU-Eeenie? *COUGH-Sputter*"Gah! Your throat feels like it's been gorilla glued shut, and it hurts to speak too. After a few minutes, you give up on trying to clear your throat and just poke Queenie with your tail. After a few minutes of this, she wakes up. >"A-anon? What *HAAAAK*-ppen? Queenie head's *Chik* hurts. Did Anon get hurt!?"It's been quite a while, and while you can't really see anything, the truck is most definitely moving through a forest right now. Queenie is desperately trying to break through her bonds, which are chains instead of the ropes you find yourself wrapped up in. There also appears to be a hastily constructed muzzle around her face, stopping her from opening her mouth too wide. You also notice a... Collar on her neck.Wat do?>Lie there and wait>Try acid spitting your way out of your bonds>Shout out to the driver> MINE>Write in
>>4657160try to use the tail(s) and claws to cut the ropes aro...>someone putting a muzzle and collar on her, on something that is>MINE
>>4657178Alright, time to get out of... Wait, they put a collar on Queenie? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UsVfElI-7ooFUCK THEM, YOU WERE GOING TO BUY MATCHING LEATHER COLLARS WITH CUSTOM DESIGNS THAT TURNS INTO ONE BIG PICTURE WHEN YOU TOUCHED THEM TOGHETER BUT NOW IT'S FUCKING GONE TO SHIT YOU'LL KILL THEM KILL THEM KILL THEM!!!!!>"*REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*"You scream and thrash as hard as you can, acid spilling from your mouth. Queenie pauses to look at you briefly before joining you in the frenzy, and you break free of one of the ropes tying your hand, and-*ZZZZZAAAAAAPPP*You realize you've also had a collar put on you, and both are those electro shock things. This doesn't stop you however, and you simply thrash around more, ripping off your ropes while a second current runs through you, making you cough up a copious amount of acid. Suddenly, the truck slams to a halt, smashing you against the back of the cabin. You hear a unfamiliar voice call out>"SUBJECTS HAVE AWOKEN! CARAVAN ESCORTS PREPARE NON-LETHAL WEAPONARY TO SUBDUE SPECIMENS!">"Don't call them that it'll piss him off, just chill for five seconds you spaz!"Wat do?>Leap out of the car, ready to fight>Grab Queenie, and run for the hills>"Don't move a muscle, or I'll... Uh... Kill myself and deprive you of research materials!"> TORRENT >Write in
>>4657333On the other hand, they might be a lot who knows something about the goop. On the other hand, our consent doesn't seem to be required. >Grab Queenie, and run for the hills
>>4657627You attempt to princess carry Queenie, and she makes a cute peeing sound as you do, and attempts to nuzzle your chest. You leap out of the back, and see a rather large group of people with dart guns take aim at you. You duck, and dash low to the ground, avoiding many shots. Queenie points to another car with a open door and a key in the ignition, and you make a sharp turn towards it, and begin to sprint at the speed of sound, knocking over a person in a gas mask as you do. You reach the car and prepare to throw Queenie into the ba-*DOUBLE ZAP BECAUSE YOU'RE BOTH TOUCHING!!!*Ow. You're now on the ground, you limbs twitching and shitloads of acid pouring out of your mouth. A lot of acid actually. Like, jeez. >"SUBJECTS HAVE BEE-">"Shut the hell up before you make them grow wings in panic or something.">"Mr. Collins, I am your superior, and I will not-">"Hey Anon? It's me, Hector. For the record, tying you up wasn't my idea this time. We had to throw you in the back since Queenie wouldn't fit in any of the cars.">"It is PROPER PROCEDURE to SUBDUE ANY AND ALL NON-NORMAL ENTITES UPON CONTACT. FAILURE TO-">"Gimme a break Andy, you know those asshats in charge only put in those procedures as dressing."Wat do?>"Could you untie us now?">"What did I do this time when I blanked out?">Write in
>>4658449>peeingPeeping?>"What did I do this time when I blanked out?">Look at queenie and point at the acid pouring out from our mouth in a questioning manner. 'is this normal'?
>>4659151>peeingFUCK SHIT. YES PEEPING. AGH. I NEED TO PROOFREAD THESE MORE
>>4658449>"What did I do this time when I blanked out?"Seems our mutations advanced and the Caravan is relatively fine, i'd call this a win.
>>4659151>>4660463>>4660463>"W-what do when I- *HAAAAAAAAZZZ* pass o-ut this ti-time?">"SUBJECT, DURIN-">"Please go somewhere else, just... go check on Na-">"I WILL MONITOR THE CONDITION OF ENTITY 3, BUT YOU ARE STILL BEING REPORTED FOR INSUBORDINATI-">"Yeah yeah, fuck off."You hear someone stomping off in a huff. Some guy in a gas mask and "combat gear" made out of bits of old sports equipment and scrap metal ripped off toasters and the like attempts to make you sit up straight, and begins fiddling with the lock. Hector sits down in front of you, and lights a cigarette as he begins to explain.>"So, after you came out of nowhere, screamed your head off, and threw those knives, you went completely apeshit.">"You dove at the cultists, ripped them to shreds while they shot you full of arrows, tacked the screamy zombies, and then ran straight into the horde of zombies with Queenie, which was... a really dumb thing to do.">"I mean, you killed them, but holy shit, was that a lot of blood leaking out of you, and only when you started forcing down the last bit of zombie body parts down your throat did these guys"He jerks his thumb to the guys standing around.>"show up, and then you uh... started... uh... eating your own car by spitting on it then slurping the insides.">"We had to tranq you and Queenie, then perform emergency medical care on both of you, then we tied you in the back, collared you in case you permanently went feral, and now we're here."The guy with the gas mask is still fiddling with your locks. At this point, you're 90% sure he's lost the keys or something.Wat do?
>>4660507>Tell the gas mask guy that if he lost the key, us and Queenie can mutually melt the lock off.>"Well, killing bobble wasn't a walk in the park. Asshole was a damn cultie!">"I appreciate that after everything you still haven't tried to kill me or Queenie Hector. I really do."
>>4660519>"MASSSSSSSSK, if no key, then bring-move *REEEEK* Queenie ove-"*sniff* *sniff* Eugh. He just pissed himself. At least it got his ass into gear. He rushes over to Queenie, than stops dead in his tracks as he realizes what he has to do. Queenie doesn't exactly help that much with her hissing either. While you watch with mild amusement at how the poor guy tries to work out how to get Queenie over, you continue talking with Hector.>"Clown-thing, hard *chit-chit-chit* kill-murder was *KHHHK* cultie.">"Yeah, Kinda figured that out after, y'know, the other cultists showed up with the horde of zombies that tried to kill us all while screaming "THE SIGNAL, WE SHALL CAPTURE THE CATALYST" and other bullshit. I think they were going to shoot off a flare or something, but well, you happened."Alright, big emotional moment here Anon, don't fuck it up by talking in a language Hector doesn't understand. >"I appreciate that after everything you still haven't tried to kill me or Queenie Hector. I really do.">"Pssh, don't worry about it. Really, you've hurt yourself more than anyone else in the caravan. Like, you actually ate so many zombies we had to pump your stomach. You also show... A degree of restraint, so everything should be fine. Just... Please actually warn me next time when you freak out like that."You give a weak thumbs up, and finally the gas mask guy has decided to... roll Queenie over by nudging her gently with rifle butt. He has to readjust and poke the other end every now and then to get her to roll straight. Queenie expresses her displeasure.>"I *HHHK* hate all bug-humans now."The gas masker nearly pisses his pants for a second time, and finally gets Queenie close enough for both of you to melt each other's chains off. You attempt to stand, but feel pain shoot through your legs as you do. Another "soldier" in a gas mask attempts to help you up, but Queenie lightly shoves him out of her way, and puts you into a princess carry. You hear a shrill cry from somewhere far away.>"IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED TO LET ENTITY 2 SELF-LOCOMOTE DUE TO POSSILBITY OF REOPENING WOUNDS!"Wat do?>"Alright, let's get going. ...Do I still have to sit in the back?">"Right, before I forget, can I please get the shock collar taken off?">"Uh, what happened to the rest of the group?">Write in
>"Right, before I forget, can I please get the shock collar taken off?"Off.Alright, lets try to not fuck up our legs again. Would sitting in the back be so bad? We can spend time with Queenie since she fits in there too.
>>4661188>>4661311+1also>"Are the others alright?"
>>4661311>>4661356>"Are *KHHHHK* other al-*BLURGH* safe-notdead?">"Uh, Mostly... Nathan's the main problem, but everyone else is doing somewhat alright, techincially."Hector motions at the soldiers in gas masks to clear a path, and the scurry to get out of the way as Queenie reluctantly places you back into the back of the Truck. A couple of old blankets and pillows have been thrown in the back, and a crappy cage appears to been attached through the rapid deployment of hotglue and tape.>"You were tied down when you were asleep, but I'm guessing you wouldn't like that."Queenie climbs in and starts attempting to build a burrow of some sort, while you remember to ask Hector to take off these damned collars. >"Sure, those things are probably out of battery anyway, so it's just dead weight at this point."He rifles around in his backpack for a few moments before furrowing his brows. He turns and shouts over his shoulder.>"HEY ANDY, GEDDOVER HERE!""Andy" runs over, a clearly displeased by the fact she's being yelled at.>"What do you want Collins, breaking procedure like this is highl-">"Send out the court martials later, we need to get the collars off. You have the tools right?">"...What? I thought you had them.">"Well, what do they look like then? Remember how we had a shortage of "String-Defangers" and those were just those weird smooth wrenches with a bit of string wrapped around them, might be like that.">"...I have no idea."Uh oh.Wat do?>"It's alright, I can live with it for a bit">"It's alright, I can just melt it off.">"You can stop lying, I'm not going to rip out anyone's throat, I don't think I could if I wanted to anyways" *Flail noodle limbs to show non-threateningness*>Write in
>>4662401>"It's alright, I can just melt it off."
>>4662966>"Alright, I melt-spit."You hock up some more acid and beign to drip away at the latch of the collar, taking care to avoid th-*ZAAAAAAAAP*>"Huh, I guess it has a failsafe.">"Andy, stop messing around and hand me the fucking collar remover!">"I don't know what you're talking about! They handed me only the collars, but didn't give me any keys! I thought you had to hambone the latches with a special combo!">"The hell is hamboning?"Wat do?>Try again>Just live with it for now>Write in(Sorry for the inconsistent updates)
>>4665199>Try againWe already had acid pouring on the ground earlier. If that's inert by now, suffering another shock may get us drool some involuntarily. Gonna hurt, but worth a try if those runts can't get it off.
>>4665913>"Uh, Anon, I don't think that's a good"*ZAAAAAAAAAP*>"F-Fuck-k-k "Great, now you have a stutter from being shocked all the time. Andy roughly grabs you by the neck to stop your spasms and takes a look at the lock.>"Well, whatever we're SUPPOSED to use to remove this thing would probably disable the shocks before actually detaching it, so we might be able to get whatever we need at the base.">"Right, then we shou-">"RETRIVAL AND RESCUE TEAM CODENAME:PEST-CONTROL RESUME ROUTE!!!"And with that, Andy marches off to the front of the group of cars. Hector sheepishly gives you a apologetic smile and a thumbs up before jogging to catch up with her, and you can hear him talking to her as he walks away.>"Are you sure you didn't just forget to put in a requisition? I mean, not to shit on you or anything, but weren't you in charge of that thing with alask-">"I WILL COURT MARTIAL YOU SO HARD THAT A MAGGOT RANKS ABOVE YOU IF YOU SPEAK ONE MORE WORD ABOUT ALASKA!" Sighing, Queenie drags you into the back. You spend a couple of hours wiggling around like an idiot before you finally regain your senses, and spend the time doing random shit with Queenie, like competing to see who can keep away the tail from the other longer, and just cuddling when you both get bored. Finally, as the sun begins to set, the caravan begins to slow as you see a former hospital with tons of graffiti, hastily applied repairs, and a bunch of random people running around in uniforms. It seems that you've finally arrived. After another poor guy in a gas mask nearly faints from having to get too close to unlock your cage, Hector greets you again while poring over a catalogue.>"Hey there Anon! Uh, I need to work out what I need to order to get that thing off you, but apparently word has spread real fast about you, and there are a bunch of people who want to... meet you.">"There's the medical officer, the guy in charge of this camp, and..." He takes a moment to spit on the ground>"Someone from central, y'know, canada.">"Andy's pissed, and the best way to calm her down is to make her think she's in charge of something important. Keyword is think, so she insisted on being your escort, but you're actually in charge of who you want to meet first.">"Me, I would meet the medical officer first, but it's all up to you. Hell, I could try to just sneak you past all this bullshit and let you catch up with Tyler or whatever, but that'd be kinda hard."Wat do?>Meet the medical officer>Meet the camp leader>Meet the person from central>Try to sneak off (Roll 1d20, best of three, each poster only gets one roll.)>Write in
>>4667574>Meet the person from centralFirst things first, making sure we wont get treated like animals or test subjects in Canada.After that i'd go with the medical officer and camp leader in that order. Really interested in how we will all interact amd their reactions to our "quirks".
>>4667574The route that gets this thing off around from our necks the fastest, before someone gets any bright ideas.
>>4667776>>4667819Well, it stands to reason the person from central is probably the one who can just order the engineers or whatever they have to do something about your malfunctioning repurposed sex toy (you're 90% sure you can feel bits of fluff they forgot to tear off). You thank Hector, and he apologizes once again for not being able to find the collar remover. You then meet with... Andy, and she appears to start yelling at you, but hesitates from the fact Queenie is already growling at her, she coughs into her hand, and begins speaking loudly, just enough for it not to be considered "yelling".>"Subject anon! I have been instructed to inform you that three officials wish to meet with you, they are, in ascending rank and therefore importance-">" *Hk-k-k* Hec-TOR already told me-Queenie about them, *chrak* want to-to see-meet central person.">"Ugh. He's not supposed to divulge information that way, but whatever. The official is in the hospital."She then does one of those 180 one legged turns and begins walking while pointing at random rooms and what they are for. Eventually, you reach the stairs, and Andy takes out a chain of keys and unlocks the door.>"The official is on the 6th floor, the only one with a fire escape we've managed to breach, so don't start complaining."You begin to trudge up the stairs, with Queenie holding your hand beside you.Wat do?>Remain silent>"So... what happened in Alaska?">"What does the fire escape have to do with anything?">Write in
>>4668829You remain silent, it's extremely awkward, until after 12 flights of stairs, then you get dumped out into a dimly light floor.>"Right... Well, he's in the room at the end of the hall."You step over to it and open it slightly, hearing the tinny sounds of some random jazz track playing. You turn around, only to see Andy already heading back down the steps. Queenie steps into the office with you, and begins growling at the luxury chair in front of you, facing away while a hand holding a cigar pokes out at the side. A hoarse male voice emerges, far too damaged to consider merely smoking to be the cause of it. >"Ah... Anon, I've been expecting you. Come, sit down."What do?>"Really? Are you seriously doing the whole faceless master thing?">Sit down>Write in
>>4670509>"Really? Are you seriously doing the whole faceless master thing?"
>>4670603>"*Sigh* Indulge my whims a little, won't you? I'll turn around later so you know who to maul if things go south. But first, please, sit down."You reluctantly plop yourself down on a Ikea plastic chair, while queenie slinks around before deciding to curl around the bottom of the chair, like a moat made of death and cuteness.>"Now, Anon, we've been notified of your transformation, and we are VERY, interested in studying the implications of it, not just on a biological level, but a dimensional one too.">"You've heard of URBY yes? The mystical technology that allows each and every one of you vagrants to cross the border to Canada, regenerate food, and create something out of nothing? You must have also heard of how despite this, we don't believe in individuals like you, or that horrid clown you fought, no? You must think us delusional, or at least in denial.">"Would you like to know why?"Wat do?>"Sure">"It's not like I have a choice, do I?">"I'd like to know why I STILL HAVE THIS COLLAR ON!">Write in
>>4672432>"I'd like to know why I STILL HAVE THIS COLLAR ON!"Acting agressive is the best way to show unneccessary it is. Wait...
>>4672755>"I want-know, why I still *KHAAAK* COLLAR!">"Ah, yes, that. We're going to have to keep it on, but I'll get the special tools for it at the end of your stay."Well that's good, I mean, it's not great, bu->"Of course, that would take around 2 weeks since Hector has suddenly been swamped with paperwork, making your food supplies would fall low quickly no doubt.">"Now, I was never all that great at indirect threats, or coercion, so I have a very simple deal. Let us study you for four days and you get to walk out early. Let us study you along with Queenie, and we'll get you out of here in two. Of course, if you think you're up to it, there is the special deal, but I've gotten sidetracked.">"Tell me Anon, how many times do you think a average caravan, or motley crew encounters the cult on a trip?">"Once? Twice? Harried by them in the same way you are?"Wat do?>"It doesn't really matter what I say does it?">"Uhh, 42?">Write in
>>4673490>"It doesn't really matter what I say does it?">"Bet they don't have picked up clowns either"
>>4673558>"Does-not, mater what I I*KRRK* say-think, no? Bet-gamble no one has *CLOWNS* either. *chitter*">"No, not really. See, we have seen a disturbing trend where any... unusual individuals, or those have come into contact with them have a sort of butterfly effect, where they rapidly happen across more and more anomalous events and individuals until a "peak" is reached. "Queenie appears to be growing impatient, and emits a low growl, but yelps as you hear a click as the hand casually whip out a remote and a small shock is administered.>"Imagine this. An event is like shit, and entities such as you are flies. Flies are drawn to shit, and since you aren't actually flies, you make friends with the other flies, and therefore are more likely to find another event due to your poop-sniffing skills working overdrive, leading you to potentially meet more and more fellow flies.">"In order to mitigate these events, we have been subtly separating those, and with little incident so far and with great success. That is until Hector reported his findings."Wat do?>Continue listening to EXPOSITION>"Wait, isn't this a good thing? I mean, more than one Bobble running around isn't good, but the greenkid, and the uh, dogs seem to be chill. ">Write in
>>4674628>casually whip out a remote and a small shock is administeredHe's on the shitlist>Continue listening to EXPOSITION
>>4674816>"He had come into contact with a dangerously high concentration of flux through his contact with the... talking dogs. We had to go in, and broker a deal with them to remain nomadic and disavow contact with humans in return for supplies delivered by drone drops.">"He did keep a souvenir, which we thought was harmless. Of course, given the fact he picked up Greenkid and... Bobble, we have to assume either the knife or contact can somehow spread it.">"Therein lies the problem, we need to figure out how anomalies are created in the first place. So after all of this, the most important question, and something I probably should have started off with anyway."The chair turns around, revealing a heavily scarred older asian man, around his 60's if you'd have to guess. The scars aren't enough to consider him disfigured, but they blanket his face.>"How did you meet it?"He gestures to Queenie, who begins a low growl again.>"Don't omit any details, lie, and please don't do something stupid, those collars have... a little extra kick to them if you catch my drift."Wat do?>Make up a elaborate story to fuck with him>Tell him the truth, that you met her during a scavenging trip>"Fuck you, get these bombs off first or I'm not telling you shit."> SOMETHING STUPID>Write in
>>4675149>"You really are making me consider doing it with that generic villain shtick, but fine, better tell you than some cultie.">Tell him the truth, that you met her during a scavenging trip
>>4675149> SOMETHING ST...>"Remove this thing, and I'll tell the truth"
>>4675285>>4675497No longer going to do greentext arrows for talking 100% of the time since they fuck up whenever I try to format something. Flipping a coin to see who goes, heads, so first poster."You act like *CHRAK* shit-eat spy villain, but, better than *mrrllllk* cult-maniac."He leans in, a grin spreading ear to ear, as he waits for the thrilling story of how you met... and his face flashes to shock, disappointment, sadness, and finally anger as you inform him you just happened upon her near a scavenging trip."FUCK!"He looks around for something to grab, realizes everything is either too heavy or valuable for him to throw, so he angrily roots around the desk until he finds a stapler, and finally tries to chuck it across the room... only to realize it's been chained there."*Ahem* I apologize for the outburst, we were hoping, given the nature of your, uh... pet? you somehow created it, or at least know how it was born. Do you at least know what caused your, ah. Transition?"Wat do?>"I bought some goop from some weird old guy and ate it"(OMISSION TRUTH)>"I bought some goop from some weird old guy and ate it, he was also selling a bunch of other anomalous stuff."(STANDARD TRUTH.)>"I bought some goop from some weird old guy and ate it, he was also selling a bunch of other anomalous stuff. I bought all of it."(FULL TRUTH.)>"I just kinda woke up like this, after a couple of weeks.." (LIE)>"Still haven't explained why you want to prevent these events in the first place..."Write in
>>4675874>"Still haven't explained why you want to prevent these events in the first place..."
>>4675874>"Still haven't explained why you want to prevent these events in the first place...">"I bought some goop from some weird old guy and ate it, he was also selling a bunch of other anomalous stuff."(STANDARD TRUTH.)
>>4676766>>4677255Quest is on semi-pause, for real this time. Health issues and a lack of time are my main problems. May or may not turn into weekend only updates. This quest won't die completely if I can help it. Sorry.
>>4679352No problem, man--your health is the main priority. Thanks for running and hope you feel better soon!
>>4679352No problem chief, i appreciate the heads up