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You’re DIESEL CRASH: proud delivery boy for PIZZA MIND, your uncle’s pizza parlor, and tonight just isn’t your night!

What started as a not-so-routine delivery to a graduation party on a private island owned by HAUSER PHARMACEUTICALS quickly descended into a fight for your life! Though you managed to obtain an unofficial invite to the bash from the cold, yet surprisingly-alluring heiress and Student Council Prez MINA HAUSER, the price was steeper than you initially realized.

Convinced that her father, the CEO of the company, was up to something foul, Mina gave you the task of digging up some incriminating dirt in order to secure her path to inheriting the ‘throne’. Along the way you met some of GREENRIDGE HIGH’S key players… and a few of the not-so-key such as RAJ DAWOOD: Skater dude and generally chill guy, and PEPPER HORNSBY: a dyed-in-the-wool journalist with an unhealthy habit of sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong!

You barely had time to introduce yourself before disaster struck: people were going missing, a storm was brewing, and cellular service on the island was completely cut off!

Oh yea, and the party was crashed by a 12-foot slasher and a pack of scaled, tentacled dog monsters. That put a damper on the whole party too.

Dealing with the fallout led you to the bottom of the island’s abandoned mine in search of Pepper who, upon witnessing you getting a reward from Mina, struck out on her own to unearth Hauser’s dirty secrets! Though it took some doing, you managed to track the redhead down… as did REGINALD SMYTHE: Hauser’s Chief of Security!

With several guns pointed at your face and still no clue what’s going on, THIS is where your story continues…

>CONTD.
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>>5733791
Get the door–it’s SLICE QUEST! Peruse a few appetizers before we get started:

Archive Link to catch up with the story!
>https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Slice%20Quest

Twitter account for updates!
>https://twitter.com/DemBonez3

A HANDY PASTEBIN for INVENTORY, SKILLS, and MORE:
>https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh

Rolls are handled by a 1d100--I take the BEST OF THREE ROLLS! Certain boosts and maluses will be applied based on the situation and existing skills! Describing your actions, write-ins, FANART and GENERAL CREATIVITY are all APPRECIATED AND REWARDED--we like to keep things LIGHT and CHILL here, so come on in and have some fun! OR ELSE!

DISCLAIMER: ASSUME ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+! EVERYONE GOT HELD BACK, I DUNNO!

SECOND DISCLAIMER: PEOPLE CAN DIE IN THIS SLASHER QUEST… BE CAREFUL WHO YOU NEGLECT AND WHAT YOU CHOOSE TO DO! UNLESS YOU HATE ‘EM!

>CONTD.
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So this is how it ends, you think to yourself as you continue to laugh despite your sore ribs, killed by an Australian wearing the loudest shirt you’ve ever seen at the bottom of an abandoned mine…

You didn’t even get any of those rewards the girls promised you… figures!

As you ponder your bad luck, the tunnel Smythe and his gun-totin’ entourage entered from grows dark from the shadow of something BIG approaching! Holding the SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN close to your aching chest, you feel uncharacteristic optimism growing inside of you as the mysterious object approaches!

OPEN FIRE!

Well, there goes that plan. Lighting up the tunnel with a hail of bullets, Smythe’s Security Squad unloads into the shadow’s owner with military precision!

“Tough luck, mate…” Tsks the Security Chief before giving his team a sharp whistle, “But nobody sneaks up on Uncle Reggie!”

Apparently not… but as the gunfire stops and you and your pals unplug your ears, everyone in the room goes quiet when the light finally shines on the aforementioned object!

It appears to be a statue, that much is clear… a statue of a jerk you’re all too familiar with: one with a penchant for wearing a snakeskin jacket and ambushing you when you least expect it!

“What in the hell is that supposed to be?” Mutters Smythe as he and his squad examine the sculpture in closer detail!

Riddled with more holes than Swiss Cheese, the faint layer of white powder drifting through the air and the faint smell of cooked bread tells you all you need to know about who made the affront to nature, and the muffled hissing sound within gives you a pretty good idea of what to do next!

Guys, you hiss under your breath, Get ready to MOVE!

>ROLL ME 1d100+2 (+5 SPEED BONUS, +2 DISTRACTION, -5 CAN’T FOOL SMYTHE) TO BRACE YOURSELF! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
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Rolled 45 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5733795
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Rolled 88 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5733795
How come Rodney gets to have the explosive fun and not us?
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Rolled 72 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5733795
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>>5733797
>>5733815
>>5733819
>HIGHEST ROLL: 90!
Writing!

>>5733815
Uhhhh how do you know Diesel didn't set this all up in advance and went all 'unreliable narrator' on ya, hm?
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>>5733795
So Rodney wasn't useless, but he might just kill us all
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>>5733831
It's way funnier to imagine that Rodney became competent for a moment, snuck down here after them, stopped by the boom crate and made a booby-trapped effigy to save our asses.
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Your teeth tingle for a split second before the tunnel erupts in a blinding flash that sends you and your pals tumbling deeper into the pump room! Ears ringing and head spinning, you feel a wave of pain wash over your body as pieces of charred dough and chunks of rock fall around the blast’s epicenter!

Damn it, Rodney, you groan, barely hearing yourself over the high-pitched whining in your ears, you crazy bastard…

Ooouuughh…

The sudden groan behind you springs you out of your dazed state like a bucket of ice water! Rising to your feet and spinning to face the groaner, you deliver a bone-crushing smack to their face with the butt of your SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN!

Caked in charred, still-hissing pizza dough, your fellow Pizza Delivery Guy and (according to him) Archrival RODNEY is launched backwards by your attack into PEPPER AND RAJ’S wobbling forms! How the hell did HE get here!? What just happened?!

Oi…” He groans as your two pals prop him up, “Saw… saw those security goons comin’ in… so I followed ‘em down an’ whipped somethin’ up with my EMERGENCY DOUGH...”

“Yea, we saw…” Mutters Pepper as she pushes Rodney away when he starts to lean a little too much against her, “But how’d you end up here?”

Was… was gonna grab one of their guns… got LAUNCHED..

“Uhh… dudes?

Following Raj’s trembling finger, you feel any optimism you’ve gained disappear as you watch a few of Smythe’s Goons get to work untangling themselves from the rubble and dough! Carving through it with their TACTICAL KNIVES, the security officers begin tunneling through the rubble even faster when they realize their guns are still buried!

“C’mon, guys!” Shouts Pepper as she gestures towards the exit at the opposite end of the pump room, “We can get out this way!”

Tremors spread through the walls around you as you move to follow her. Scampering away, you stop dead in your tracks as you hear a now-familiar laugh from beneath the rubble!

That’s right, cunt… run away… Uncle Reggie’ll find ya…

Turning to face the voice’s owner, you find the abominable Aussie’s smiling face peeking out at you from the mountain of debris he and his men are trapped in!

… it would be so easy to kill them all right now…

“DIESEL!” Hollers Pepper as she, Raj, and even Rodney wait for you, “Chop, chop!”

What do?
>LEAVE! THIS PLACE IS COMIN’ DOWN!
>KILL SMYTHE! HE AIN’T FOLLOWING YA THIS TIME!
>ADD ANOTHER STICK OF DYNAMITE TO THE MESS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5733860
>LEAVE! THIS PLACE IS COMIN’ DOWN!
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>>5733860
>KILL SMYTHE! HE AIN’T FOLLOWING YA THIS TIME!
It's us or him, man! They ain't dead until you see their corpse! And he's definitely going to follow us home!
Also, you better not destroy all the pumps, I'm not leaving this place until we make it to Level 7.
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>>5733860
>ADD ANOTHER STICK OF DYNAMITE TO THE MESS!
Good luck, mate.
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>>5733860
>KILL SMYTHE! HE AIN’T FOLLOWING YA THIS TIME!
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>>5733860
>>ADD ANOTHER STICK OF DYNAMITE TO THE MESS!
Fuck That Guy, Plausible deniability too!
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>>5733874
>LEAVE WHILE YA STILL CAN!

>>5733880
>>5734008
>KILL SMYTHE WHILE YA STILL CAN!

>>5733908
>>5734094
>CHUCK SOME DYNAMITE AT 'EM WHILE YA STILL CAN!

I think I've found a solution that all parties shall find amenable:

Let's KILL SMYTHE... with DYNAMITE!

Writing! Got plans today so expect sporadic posting!
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A chunk of ceiling dislodges from above and comes crashing down uncomfortably close to you and your pals as the security team continues to break free of their doughy prison! There’s a slim chance of anyone escaping, sure, but that’s a chance you don’t feel like taking!

The hunger from before slowly wells up inside of your chest. They have to die. You have to make sure of it!

You gesture for Pepper to wait a sec as you reach into the pockets of your TRENDY TRACKSUIT and fish out a stick of that DYNAMITE you snagged earlier! Taking out your GOLD LIGHTER with your other hand, you flick it open and light the fuse in one fluid motion!

“You goddamn lunatic…” Mutters the Security Chief as he realizes what you’re planning, “You’ll kill EVERYONE, you big bloody IDIOT!

Special Delivery, you respond flatly as the security goons nearly finish unearthing their guns from the debris and Smythe squirms as well, careful, it’s HOT!

As you move to sling the dynamite into the fray, The Security Chief’s hand bursts from the pile of rocks and dough and flings a handful of dirt into your face! What a DICK!

>ROLL ME 1d100-3 (+5 COMBAT BONUS, +2 EASY TARGETS,-2 BACKUP SQUAD, -3 POCKET SAND, -5 SMYTHE COMBAT TRAINING) TO DELIVER! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
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Rolled 70 - 3 (1d100 - 3)

>>5734178
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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>5734178
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Rolled 59 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5734178
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Damn. I wanted his hat.
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>>5734179
>>5734185
>>5734217
>HIGHEST ROLL: 67!
WRRRRRRrITING!
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With the fresh sting of dirt, flour, and tasty pizza dough still in your eyes, you focus all of your energy into your SHORT-TERM MEMORY! Lobbing the stick of dynamite in the direction you think Smythe and the rest of his boy band are with a hissed ‘sonnovaBITCH…’, your gamble pays off when you hear a group of poor mooks struggling to push rubble out of the way!

“Aw Crikey-

Rodney’s last stunt’s got nothin’ on yours! Feeling a sensation akin to sticking your face into the pizza oven, you feel your body levitate as a sudden rush of stinging force launches you backwards once again!

Tumbling backwards like an onion that fell off the kitchen counter, you come to a stop moments later on your back with fresh aches all over your body!

Your vision recovers long before your ears do–at this point you’re gonna go deaf before you’re THIRTY! Brushing the debris from your eyes, you find yourself staring upwards at the rapidly-crumbling ceiling… and up Pepper’s skirt, the owner of which is clearly too concerned about you to notice!

“-el! DIESEL!

So that’s what she’s wearing down there, huh? Maybe throwing that dynamite and causing a deadly cave-in was a good idea-

DUUUUUUDE!

Blessed with perfect timing as always, Raj wastes no time in heaving you off the ground and princess-carrying you away from the growing mound of blood-soaked debris where Smythe and his men were a minute ago! H-hey, you stammer as you struggle to break free, I’m FINE, damn it! Leggo!

“Good thinkin’, slick!” Pepper remarks with a relieved smile forming on her face, “But we’re REALLY pushing i-”

Before she can finish, a hunk of ceiling plunges from above and onto one of the nearby tanks, rupturing it completely and sending an orchestra of warning alarms blaring across the mine!

“... well there goes that plan…” Mutters the redhead with annoyance quickly replacing her relieved expression.

Crap, you groan as you manage to break free of Raj’s grip and regain your footing, is there any other way bel-

This time another chunk of rock lands inches away from Rodney’s already-trembling form! Just a little more to the left…

“We’ll figure it out when we’re safe!” Pepper shouts as she makes a break for the only other door in the pump room! Following close behind, you and the rest of the dudes can barely keep your feet on the ground as it rumbles beneath you!

>ROLL 4d100 TO BEAT A HASTY RETREAT! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: (+5 SPEED BONUS, -3 SHIT’S COMIN DOWN!)
>PEPPER: (+1 HEAD START! -3 SHIT’S COMIN DOWN!)
>RAJ: (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -3 SHIT’S COMIN DOWN!)
>RODNEY: (+4 SPEED BONUS, -3 SHIT’S COMIN DOWN!)
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Rolled 79, 59, 37, 50 = 225 (4d100)

>>5734268
Time to outrun the boulder
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Rolled 59, 82, 64, 13 = 218 (4d100)

>>5734268
I wouldn't mind if Rodney got the guaranteed 1
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Rolled 3, 52, 33, 30 = 118 (4d100)

>>5734268
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>>5734277
>>5734309
>>5734310
>THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 81!
>PEPPER: 80!
>RAJ: 66!
>RODNEY: 51!

Writing! About to leave for some errands so expect a delay...

>>5734309
>Rodney
Don't say that, anon--you guys are gonna need a backup protagonist when Diesel bites the big one!
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>>5734314
We'll just play Pepper. We definitely would play her better than she plays herself.
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Tearing out of the room like a dog trying to avoid a bath, you’re too busy weaving between pieces of falling ceiling to check on Raj or Rodney, not that you really care about the latter… Thankfully Pepper’s just ahead of you, so you don’t have to worry about her running off again…

You think.

Emerging into an unfamiliar mine tunnel, the lamps hanging on the wall are already shaking when you enter, and though the footing is still somewhat stable when you arrive, running across it feels about as reassuring as jogging across a bridge made of popsicle sticks!

“This way!”

Following the redhead’s voice, you and the dudes hop over a growing fissure in your path and join Pepper around the corner! Nearly tripping over one of her NOTBUG kills, you feel a shiver run down your spine–if you run into any more of those damn things…

“WOAH!”

Rodney’s sudden yelp yanks you out of your thoughts. Whipping around to check on your supposed ‘Rival’, you feel a mixture of relief and dismay when a massive stalactite just barely misses skewering his dumb hair!

“Don’t worry, Pep–I’m A-OK!”

Thankfully she doesn’t notice his thumbs up. Following the girl down the tunnel, the mine opens up around you leading into a system of catwalks barely holding together through the chain reaction you started! Before you can ask where you’re headed, however, your answer presents itself sitting on a pair of rusty rails that lead deeper into the mine…

Oh hell no…

“Oh hell YES!” Counters Pepper as she jabs a finger into your chest! “Would you prefer digging our way out?”

No, you groan, but there was a MAINTENANCE STAIRWELL-

Before you can finish, another stalactite the size of a minivan smashes through a chunk of catwalk, taking the metal with it in an ear-splitting metallic shriek! Watching it tumble into the abyss, you punctuate your argument with a curt nod.

Okay, you huff, where to?

“No clue, chief,” She replies as she gestures to the three TRACKS with carts, “but anywhere’s better than HERE!

Which one do you ride?
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘SAND’!
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘OVERFLOW’!
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘LOWER’!
>NAH, THIS IS DUMB! LET’S GO BACK!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5734329
Ok. No idea where SAND goes, OVERFLOW probably takes you to a drain adit and the outside and LOWER probably takes you down some levels.
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘LOWER’!
Therefore, this might be our last chance to get downstairs! I won't give up on solving the Mystery of the Mine!
Hopefully the other levels are not falling down and we can come up the stairs later.
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Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>5734329
Sand = 1
Overflow = 2
Lower = 3
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>>5734329
>>THE TRACK LABELED ‘LOWER’!
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>>5734329
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘SAND’!
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>>5734329
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘LOWER’!
Fuck it.
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I did some research and rereading between the threads. There was exactly one instance where the Hunger didn’t come out during us fighting a monster, and it was at the Kitchen where we saved Vivian and Rodney. The correlation between it was I believe us not directly engaging the notwolf. We used a pan to block its attack so that it concussed itself. It was also the only instance where we engaged it purely to put it down while it was incapable of retaliating. It seems, and I could well be wrong, that the Hunger triggers when we attempt to actively engage other things in combat or violence. Passive actions, such as blocking, running, or indirectly attacking through traps or other means probably don’t trigger it.

Whatever the case, that’s what I think we should operate off of. We should try and avoid directly fighting things if we can help it, I think.
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>>5734329
>THE TRACK LABELED ‘OVERFLOW’!
Hopefully it will taie us OUT of here. Going deeper in will get us buried alive.
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>>5734340
>>5734343
>>5734365
>LOWERRRRR

>>5734341
>>5734462
>OVERFLOW!

>>5734347
>SAND!

No one wants to go to the SECRET SAND LEVEL, I guess... : c Anywho I'm back from errands! Writing!

>>5734377
Regarding this theory: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- : ^) ------------------------------------------------------ Hope that wasn't too meta...

>>5734462
>Going deeper will get us buried alive
Or worse... buried DEAD!
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It doesn’t take a mine reader to notice things aren’t looking good inside the HAUSER MINE–its infrastructure was, even to your untrained eyes, not up to standards when you entered, and the addition of a few uncontrolled blasts didn’t help its temperament much!

Feeling another explosion rock the tunnels behind you, you give Pepper a confident nod! Let’s do it!

“Quickly, please! Dis’ whole place is comin’ down!” Whines Rodney as another hunk of ceiling just misses your section of the catwalk! Leading the group over to the track with the word ‘LOWER’ stenciled above the tunnel corkscrewing downwards into the Earth, you motion for everyone to start pushing!

“Uh, dude,” Mutters Raj, apparently completely oblivious to the impending doom around you, “Isn’t down, like, the way opposite of out?”

“Yea, what he said!” Agrees your fellow delivery boy as he places a hand on Pepper’s shoulder! “We found the girl–time ta’ go while we still can!”

The Girl’ came here to get to the bottom of things!” Counters Pepper as she wriggles free of Rodney’s grasp! “And the fact that Hauser’s men are here just makes me even more curious!” She concludes as she turns to you for aid!

Every drop of survival instinct left in your battered body is telling you to find the closest exit from this deathtrap and LEAVE... but an even tinier drop buried deep within tells you that this might be your best and only chance to see what lies below the mountain… and what you hope is the aforementioned LEVEL 7! That’s why, you conclude, you HAVE to take this chance… and it has to be NOW!

Feeling the catwalk lurch beneath you, Raj and Rodney exchange nods before running to give the minecart a push! Clambering in front, Pepper slaps the side of the vehicle a few times for motivation!

“C’mon, boys! PUSH!”

Yes, MADAME! Christ…

>ROLL 1d100+1 (+3 TEAMWORK! -2 RUSTY!) TO GET THIS THING MOVING! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 50 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5734668
Here’s to hoping the bottom of this mine has more than one way out.
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Rolled 17 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5734668
All right, our ride has been slapped. Therefore, it can't fail us now.
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Rolled 65 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5734668
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>>5734672
>>5734677
>>5734687
>HIGHEST ROLL: 66!
Writing!

>>5734677
Fuck, forgot to add the 'ride slapped' bonus

>>5734672
I hope so too! Hahahaha!
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Combining your MAN FORCE into one action, you, Raj, and Rodney all push against the back of the cart with a synchronized MANLY GRUNT!

“... you guys know we’re gonna die if you don’t hurry, right?”

I’M pushin’ as hard as I can!” Whines Rodney as Pepper gives you all a nonplussed glare from her front row seat! “Tell ‘Dainty Diesel’ here ta’ put some backbone into it!”

“Uh…. dudes?”

Is he blind AND stupid!? You’re pressing your whole damn body into this thing, you grunt as you give Rodney’s side a nudge with your elbow!

“Then take a page from us tough guys an’ try harder, yea??”

“Dudes?”

If they were so tough they wouldn’t need you to push!

“Duuuudes-”

WHAT?!
WHAT!?

Yelling in perfect unison, both you and Rodney visibly deflate when you follow Raj’s pointed finger to a small, rusty LEVER on the side of the cart.

“This thing isn’t, like, a MANUAL SHIFT or whatever, right?”

Goddamn it… stepping around the skater as he stares blankly at you for an answer he ain’t gonna get, you tug the lever as hard as you can until you hear a metal groan from the wheels below! Brushing the rust and dust off of your hands, you look up to find Pepper staring at you with approval on her grimy face!

“Atta’ boy, sandcrab. That’s why you’re my favorite~”

“Hey, c’moooon!” Groans Rodney as he slides between you like some kind of dumb eel, “I was the one that saved us all back there! What about me, huh, sweetcheeks?”

“Hmm…” Muses Pepper as she mockingly rubs her chin in contemplation, “Good point. Guess you guys are gonna have to keep competing for it.”

You let out a weary sigh. This is dumb...
“HAH! Challenge ACCEPTED!
Son of a bitch… before you can kick Rodney off the catwalk, the two of you freeze up when you hear the sound of a rifle firing amidst the cacophony of tremors around you!

Darting to the side just in time to dodge a salvo of bullets plinking off of the cart, you and your fellow delivery boy stare wide-eyed at the way you came as a trio of pissed-off HAUSER SECURITY GOONS peer out from around the corner with their dough and dust-caked weapons pointed in your direction!

“Woah… how’d they get here?”

You’ll ask ‘em in HELL, you mutter as you drag Raj with you as you leap headfirst into the cart! Ducking to avoid another helping of lead, you and the others breathe a collective sigh of relief as your ride picks up speed as it heads downhill!

>CONTD.
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>>5734773
“Heh! Good luck followin’ us without wheels, ya damn jabronis!” Croons Rodney as he slumps against the inside of the minecart as if it was an easy chair, “Piece a’ pie, right, guys?”

You answer him with your usual frown. Quit tempting fate, moron.

“Quit bein’ a baby, D!” Counters Rodney as he dodges you attempt to flick his forehead, “We’re on a cart… just gotta sit back an’ enjoy da’ ride!”

“Yea, about that…” Mutters Pepper as she points forward, “Duck!”

“Where?!” Sputters Raj as he scans the side of the tunnel! Pulling him down, you and the rest of your buddies barely limbo below a low-hanging wooden barricade with the words ‘DANGER: CONDEMNED’ hastily stenciled on it!

Sitting back up with a much higher heart rate, your pulse goes even HIGHER when you feel Pepper scoot back and lean against you! Err, Pep, you stammer, white-knuckling the cart as it continues on a downward spiral deeper into the Earth, what’s the occasion?

Remember that whole water thing I told you about earlier?” She whispers as she looks back at you with growing fear in her eyes!

Yea…

I just remembered the lower levels are… flooded.

Ah.

A-and if there’s w-water down here,” She stammers as the four of you duck under another barricade…

She’s gonna need you to support her, you nod, gotcha!

NO, sandcrab! I’ll need you to SAVE MY ASS if I FREEZE UP!” Hisses the girl as she elbows your side! “Don’t get distracted!

Harder than it looks, you mutter as she practically sits in your lap! Damn it…

Biting your lip, you feel a little relief when the cart reaches the bottom of the spiraling track without tipping over! But as the tunnel straightens out again, you feel your anxiety return as you approach a SPLIT IN THE TRACKS!

The track you’re on leads towards a tunnel stenciled with the words ‘WARNING: DEMOLITION IN PROGRESS’! Before you can guess what kind, your answer comes in the form of a rotten crate filled with old sticks of DYNAMITE poking out!

The other track, however, appears to slope downwards with no foreboding warnings or exposed explosives!

The question is, how are you gonna hit that damn TRACK SWITCH?

“I got LOTSA ROCKS in here, D!” Reports Rodney as he picks up a handful of ROCKS from the bottom of the cart! “You wanna show us yer’ pitchin’ skills?!”

Which way do you go!?
>STAY ON COURSE TO THE DEMOLITION AREA!
>CHANGE TO THE DOWNWARD SLOPE!
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>>5734776
>CHANGE TO THE DOWNWARD SLOPE!
I’ve had enough of Trinitrotoluene, thanks.
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>>5734776
>>CHANGE TO THE DOWNWARD SLOPE!
Any more explosions and the whole cave will come down
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>>5734776
>>CHANGE TO THE DOWNWARD SLOPE!
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>>5734787
>>5734792
>>5734806
>DOWNWARD SLOPE!
Hey, just like Diesel's evening so far! Anyways, let's see if you can hit that switch, skip!

>ROLL ME 1d100+1(+5 SPEED BONUS, -2 RIDIN' FAST, -2 PEPPER JESUS SCOOT FORWARD YOU IDIOT I'M TRYING TO AIM HERE) TO GO THE WAY YOU WANT! BEST OF 3!
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>>5734776
>CHANGE TO THE DOWNWARD SLOPE!
Enough bang for one day
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Rolled 65 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5734823
there do be ninjas about
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Rolled 59 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5734823
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Rolled 63 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5734823
Ricochet it off the switch so that it takes out Rodney’s dumbass sunglasses.
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>>5734828
>>5734831
>>5734859
>HIGHEST ROLL: 66!
Writing!
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You’d be delighted to, you chirp as you gently push Pepper’s head out of the way of your shot! Sticking your tongue out in TOTAL CONCENTRATION, you pick up a ROCK from the bottom of the cart and toss it in the air to test the wei-

Whoops, it fell out. Man, you’re going FAST, huh?!

“Try again, slick…” Mutters the redhead, clearly annoyed by your not-so-polite means of getting her out of your way. Taking up a new rock in your hand, you let out a deep breath before chucking the rock at the SWITCH!

Sailing through the darkness with a slight spin to it, the ROCK hits the SWITCH with a resounding ‘CLANG’ before ricocheting back towards the cart! Hit the DEEEECK!

You and Pepper duck in time, but Raj isn’t so luck-wait… nope, he is so lucky! Watching the ROCK spin past him with a goofy smile on his face, his enthusiasm only wanes a bit when the rock smacks straight into Rodney’s nose!

DAAAAUUGH! MY NOOOSE!” He screams as he clutches the impact point, “Diesel, you RAT! I know ya’ did that on purpose!”

Hahaha, ‘whoops’! Watching the track shift ahead of you, your stomach preemptively braces itself as you realize just how steep the drop is you’re about to head down… seriously, though–did these assholes that built this place stop to think before maAAAAAUUUUUGH!

Clinging to the cart for dear life, you and the rest of your entourage wage war against GRAVITY as you hurtle down a rickety-looking track through complete and utter darkness! It’s hard to tell while you’re screaming your head off, but Raj and Pepper really seem to be enjoying it!

“SOMEBODY GRAB MEEEEE!”

Rodney, on the other hand, doesn’t sound too enthusiastic. While you watch him barely cling to the side of the cart with vague disinterest, your skater buddy is able to pull your ‘Rival’ back into the cart just before the track evens out. Hooray.

Skidding around a corner of track sends sparks into the air–their fleeting light illuminating rough-hewn cavern walls around you covered in more holes than a sponge…

“Y’think these were for DYNAMITE or somethin’?” Guesses Raj as he points his HEADLAMP into the recesses!

Nope, you groan, but you have a feeling you know what made ‘em-

As if on cue, a long, hairy STINGER jabs out from one of the holes at your neck! Though you manage to lean out of the way in time, Raj barely ducks a similar attack from another hole you pass!

“What the HELL is THAT?!” Screams Rodney as he chucks a rock at one of the NOTBUGS in abject panic!

Your MOM, you reply with a smirk! Got’em!

>CONTD.
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“They hate LIGHT!” Pepper shouts as she goes to town with her DIGITAL CAMERA! “Say ‘CHEESE’, creeps!”

“Well why didn’t ya’ say so!?” Sputters your rival as he takes his MINING HELMET off and points its lamp at your attackers! “Cripes, these things gimme the heebie-jeebies!”

Swinging at the bugs as they pop out of their holes with his FIRE AX, Raj nearly takes your head off before remembering how jam-packed you all are!

“They don’t like gettin’ CHOPPED UP either, dudes!”

You’ll keep that in mind, Raj, thanks! Squinting ahead as your team continues to fend off the overgrown cockroaches, you spot the faint glimmer of a light atop another SWITCH ahead… and this choice is EASY!

The track you’re currently on leads into a FLOODED PASSAGE– you’re just lucky Pepper hasn’t noticed it yet! Even if it is just water, that’ll stop your trip really quickly… and then you’ll have to deal with these bugs on their terms!

The other way, however, leads deeper into the mines… and a much drier part of it, from the looks of things! Readying another rock, something whiffs past your ear and takes a chunk of your hair off of your head before you realize what it is! Hissing menacingly above you, a NOTBUG scurries back into its hole once you notice where it is… no doubt to ready another attack against you and your pals!

“Sandcrab,” Shouts Pepper as her camera rapidly flashes, “We close to the end yet!?”

K-kinda?!

>ROLL 4d100 TO KEEP ON ROLLING… AND KEEP THE BUGS AWAY! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL+2 (+5 SPEED BONUS, -3 BUGS EVERYWHERE)
>PEPPER +2(+5 SNOOPIN BONUS, -3 BUGS EVERYWHERE)
>RAJ +2(+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -3 BUGS EVERYWHERE)
>RODNEY-3 (-3 BUGS EVERYWHERE)
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Rolled 43, 93, 66, 23 = 225 (4d100)

>>5734899
This reminds me of that scene from the Peter Jackson King Kong.
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>>5734901
Somebody save Rodney’s roll. I know we joke about offing him, but he did come in to the rescue back there.
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Rolled 59, 45, 42, 89 = 235 (4d100)

>>5734899
I've had enough of these motherfucking bugs in this motherfucking mine
When we're finished here, I'm going to set off all the dynamite I can possibly find.
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>>5734908
I also didn’t realize it, but you saved Diesel, too.
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Rolled 60, 94, 14, 61 = 229 (4d100)

>>5734899
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>>5734910
Just another day in the world of dice
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>>5734901
>>5734908
>>5734934
>ROLLLLLLLLLLS:
>DIESEL: 62!
>PEPPER: 96!
>RAJ: 68!
>RODNEY: 86!
Writing!

>>5734901
>scene from King Kong
Oh hell yes I was worried I was the only one! Those fucking worms, dude! Scary shit!

>>5734904
D'awww you guys LIKE him! You really LIIIIIKE HIM!

>>5734908
Would you say they're.... bugging you?

>>5735135
The dice are fickle mistresses indeed... hope the luck continues!
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As your trusty metal steed rapidly approaches the switch, the tunnel around you explodes into a hissing, chittering gauntlet of stingers, claws, and hairy bug limbs! Yep, you’re gonna need a shower after all this…

Armed with a ROCK in one hand and your MEAT CLEAVER in the other, you do your best to clear a path for your projectile as the cavern’s residents descend upon you like ants on a dropped ice cream scoop! A flash from Pepper’s camera sends one of your attackers tumbling head-over-many-heels to the ground, and though it scrambles to grab ahold of your ride, the bug proves to be a little too late!

“Catch the next one, freak!” She snickers as she continues her rapid-fire photography sesh! “And I’m keepin’ all of these!”

Meanwhile a pair of NOTBUGS drop onto the cart from above, but a quick flash from Rodney’s HEADLAMP stuns both of them just enough for you and Raj to cut into their legs with your CLEAVER and AX respectively!

Giving each other a thumbs up as your hitchhikers fall, you lock eyes with Rodney for a second… Though you both start off with stern stares, the two of you begrudgingly share a stoic nod as Raj bats another boarder off of your wheels!

Oh right, the SWITCH! With your shot about as clear as it’s ever gonna be, you hurl the ROCK at your target and watch in silent horror as a NOTBUG chooses that exact moment to drop down for a cheap scare!

Glancing off one of the monster’s chitinous armor plates, the rock bounces back towards your cart and just barely whizzes by your head!

THUNK!

AAAUGH! NOT AGAAIIIN!

In another admirable display of selfless heroism, Rodney offers his forehead as a springboard for the rock and sends it flying back over to the switch with a dull ‘TONG!

Despite all the chaos, you can immediately feel Pepper’s body freeze up as she sees where you were almost headed! Breathing a quiet sigh of relief, the girl tenses up again when she sees your next destination!

“Errr, guys!” She stammers as she points a shaking finger ahead, “Might wanna hold onta’ something!”

You feel a pit form in your stomach as you spot what’s spooked her: where there used to be a track over a yawning crevasse in the ground is now just that: a crevasse with a huge gap in the tracks! With no ledges to jump to or switches to hit, all you and the others can do is hold on for dear life as your cart prepares to jump!

“I dunno about you guys,” Begins Raj as you feel Pepper press against you for stability, “But I’M gonna hold onto the CART!

Not very compelling as far as last words go… before you can chide him, however, you feel the rusty wheels carrying you at breakneck speed leave the tracks!

And just like that, you’re FLYING!

>CONTD.
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Your stomach is halfway up your throat by the time you land on the other side of the gap! Sending a shower of sparks and an ear splitting metal screech into the air, you and the rest of the cart riders breathe a collective sigh of relief when your ride continues unhindered!

Except for Raj, who hoots and cheers like a kid on a roller coaster.

While he’s having a blast, however, Pepper freezes up like an ice sculpture–before you can ask why, your answer comes in the form of the stuff pooled around the tracks! Cascading from countless growing cracks in the ceiling above you comes a deluge of grimy, dirt-filled water… no doubt from the flooded levels above!

“Don’t worry, toots–I ain’t gonna let ya’ drown!” Announces Rodney, prompting Pepper to turn blue! Very reassuring, bonehead!

“I’m just sayin’ I know CPR!” The delivery boy counters as Raj watches the water fall from the ceiling with childlike mirth! He’s gonna NEED CPR if he doesn’t zip it!

If there’s any working drainage systems around you, you don’t see them… and despite your quick pace, the water is getting dangerously high around the rails! If you can just get through this cave without problems-

“Woah…” Remarks your skater buddy as he holds his hand up to examine it, “Check it, dudes!”

Check it you do… before swiftly tackling Raj to the foot of the cart! “What gives, man!?” He sputters as a salvo of BULLETS whizzes over your heads! It was a LASER, you idiot! A LASER SIGHT!

Peeking over the rim of the cart, your suspicion is confirmed: no, not the one about NOTBUGS learning to use automatic weaponry, but the one about a second cart slowly gaining on you from behind!

A cart FULL of FOUR HAUSER SECURITY GOONS! And they’re PISSED!

“How the hell did they get here!?” Sputters Rodney as another helping of bullet is served to the side of your cart! “Did they grab one and put it on OUR track!?

Yea, you shout at your pursuers, your stupid boss got BLOWN UP! GO HOME, IDIOTS!

The operators don’t seem keen on taking your advice. Sending another burst of rifle fire in your direction, the quartet seems dead-set on making sure your ride ends unpleasantly! Weaving through a forest of massive stalagmites like a skier going down a slalom, your heart sinks even LOWER when you spot a pack of antennaed silhouettes following close behind via the cavern ceiling!

“We gotta lose these guys!” Shouts Rodney as he chucks a rock at your pursuers! “Do somethin’, D!”

Oh, NOW he wants you to be the hero, huh?!

How do you lose these jerks!?
INVENTORY PASTEBIN:
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>SHOOT ‘EM! (FLARE GUN (1 SHOT)? FLAMETHROWER? SHOTGUN (2 SHELLS)
>CHUCK SOMETHING AT ‘EM! (ROCK? MOLOTOV? DYNAMITE?)
>TRY TO DERAIL THEIR CART!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5735229
>DROP DYNAMITE IN THE TRACKS BEHIND YOU
Easier than trying to hit their own cart, and the same result!
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>>5735229
>>DROP DYNAMITE IN THE TRACKS BEHIND YOU
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>>5735236
>DROP DYNAMITE ON THE TRACK
Light, cook, release.
This mine proudly designed by Pankot Engineering Corporation. Don't suppose we've got a sleeper handy in the back of the cart? Makes me really want to watch that film again.
also this is ebic, I would have been very disappointed if we didn't have a minecart shootout if we're going all in on the fun tropes.
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>>5735263
Wupps, meant to tag >>5735229
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>>5735236
>>5735251
>>5735263
>DROP DYNAMITE!
What's one more uncontrolled detonation in an already-collapsing mine, right? Psychos...

>ROLL ME 1d100+2(+5 SPEED BONUS, -3 SUPPRESSING FIRE) TO LIGHT UP THEIR DAY! BEST OF 3, BABY!

>>5735263
This anon GETS it! Fun DemBones Trivia time: I FUCKING LOVE MINECART ACTION SEQUENCES. LOVE EM. VIDEO GAME? MOVIE? BOOK? DON'T MATTER--LOVE ME SOME MINECARTS!

Gonna do some errands, but will write up your failing roll once I return!
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Rolled 51 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5735272
We will find a way out later
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Rolled 91 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5735272
click clack on the track this cart is unstoppable
I love anything to do with mines and digging. Probably why I do what I do offline but I love me some minecart.
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Rolled 2 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5735272
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>>5735304
Jesus fuck.
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>>5735277
>>5735280
>>5735304
>HIGHEST ROLL: 93!
No one's winning an Art Berry Award today, it seems... oh well!

>>5735304
So close!

Writing!
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You don’t really have the ammo or the training to get into a gunfight with these Rent-A-Cops, but you have something that doesn’t need much aiming! Retrieving one of your two remaining STICKS OF DYNAMITE from your pocket and your GOLD LIGHTER to go with it, you hold off on the fun part as you and the rest of the CART CREW press your collective weight against the side of the cart as two of its wheels lift off the rail on a tight turn!

Landing back on the tracks with a triumphant ‘CLANG’, you see your chance when you come to a straightaway where the tracks are already submerged under a layer of funky water! Still petrified, Pepper barely reacts as you light the fuse and prepare to drop it along the tracks! She’d better hope you don’t have to jump out or something…

Another hail of bullets speeds past your head as your pursuers gain on you, and as you let the dynamite go you watch in horror as one of the security goons puts his (or her, hard to tell) own devious plan into action! Pulling the pin out of some kind of GRENADE, they chuck the explosive ordnance your way just as their comrades realize what you’ve done!

The air around your cart becomes pure BULLET as the security guards try to prematurely detonate your gift, but it’s too late! The final nail in the coffin comes in the form of Raj chucking a rock at the GRENADE and knocking it off course! Holy CRAP, you shout, nice shot!

“Was aimin’ for that bug up there…” Mutters Raj as he points to the ceiling and completely misses what he just accomplished! Before you can correct him, your present for your pursuers EXPLODES and sends their cart flipping into the air!

The mass of NOTBUGS snags one of the guards mid-flight–though they waste no time in defending themself with their TACTICAL KNIFE, it isn’t long before you hear their screams echoing through the caves behind you!

Another security goon makes an abrupt landing against a stalagmite, his body twisted from the impact like a pretzel! You’d probably feel sorry for him if he didn’t try to shoot you earlier! Asshole!

Through some cruel disregard for physics, however, the two remaining security guards and their ride land with a menacing ‘CLANG’ a few feet ahead of you!

“Nice one, D!” Groans Rodney as the two goons engage in some TACTICAL LAUGHTER,, “Now I’m gonna die without gettin’ with any of the girls here an’ it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!

At least you can take solace in that…

>CONTD.
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>>5735559
As the two Hauser Security Guards prepare to send over a gift basket of delicious GRENADES, Raj pushes past you to point at the track ahead!

“Woah, dude! Look ]OUT!

Your pursuer-no, pursuees don’t take the bait, but for once the skater’s actually on to something! Drifting out from the shadows carried by the gross water below you comes a positively archaic-

FRUIIIIIIIIT CAAAAAAAARRT!

Oh hey, the security guys CAN talk! Crashing into a dilapidated cart made of rotting wood with a dinky sign that has the words ‘Hauser Mine Healthy Choice Snack Bar’ painted on it in fading white letters, the security goons lose hold of their GRENADES thanks to the torrent of rotting fruit that tumbles into their cart!

A few seconds later the whole shebang EXPLODES, sending your opponents, or what’s left of them, hurtling into the water like fish bait! Not to mention clearing the way for you! Score!

Turning to face Rodney, you give him a fresh scowl as he struggles to avoid your gaze! He was saying?

“... Eeeehhhh, I’m callin’ it luck!”

He’s gonna join those pricks if he doesn’t learn some manners… and FAST! Giving Pepper’s head a light poke, you confirm that yep, she’s still freaking out from the water which is still rising, by the way!

Even so, your cart makes its way through what’s starting to look like an underground lake and finally reaches a huge, spiral track delving deeper into a massive pit–its perimeter now transformed into a colossal waterfall!

“How deep do ya think this track goes?” Asks Raj as he peers over the edge into the yawning abyss below you!

You dunno, you frown, but one thing’s for sure: it would suck having to use this rail system to transport ore!

Slowly descending deeper, you make sure to shield Pepper with your body as the water falling from above splashes into the cart! Poor girl’s trembling like a leaf! Wherever you’re going you hope there’s a way out… you’re not exactly keen on swimming back to the surface…

“It’ll work out, man!” Raj counters with his usual chipperness! “Always does!”

You’d do terrible things to be even a fraction as optimistic as he is… finally reaching the bottom of the pit, your mood brightens as you spot a CATWALK up ahead–one that remains standing even with the growing RIVER rushing through the cave below you!

Though the catwalk seems to lead deeper into the mines, the rails appear to head deeper too…

Where to?
>KEEP RIDING!
>GET OFF HERE!
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>>5735562
>KEEP RIDING!
Let’s make some more distance between us and the bugs, goons, and collapsing sections of the caverns.
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>>5735562
>GET OFF HERE!
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>>5735562
>KEEP RIDING!
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>>5735562
>KEEP RIDING!
We're on the clock! The longer we take, the more the mine will fill with water. Snap that brake lever off and let her fly! We do have a brake, right?
I award Hauser Goons #032899, #975389, #826269 and #333063 the SLIGHTLY ABOVE AVERAGE HAUSER EMPLOYEE AWARD with a plastic medallion and a $25 bonus for their unwavering dedication to duty.
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>>5735569
>>5735605
>>5735647
>KEEP RIDING!

>>5735574
>HOP OFF!
Writing!

>>5735647
They accept the award with TACTICAL HUMBLENESS! Well, their next of kin does, what with them all being deader than doorknobs
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“We getting off here, dude?” Asks Raj as he jabs a thumb in the direction of the catwalk! Nah, you reply, this route was marked ‘LOWER’--you’re not getting off until the track ends!

“PuhLEASE…” Scoffs Rodney as you speed past the stop, “You just want more SNUGGLE TIME with red, don’tcha?”

Yep, you groan with a heavy helping of sarcasm in your voice, he got you!

“I uh… I’m not gonna tell ya’ how to live your life, bro…” Raj begins as he places a gentle hand on your shoulder, “but-”

It’s not because of SNUGGLE TIME, okay!? You’d just rather not hop off and wander into a random tunnel when there’s a brand new RIVER forming below you! Do they wanna SWIM back to the surface!?

“... N-no…” Stammers Rodney as he stares down at his thumbs.
“... Uh-uh.” Raj adds in an equally-sheepish tone.

So there, you huff, have a little faith now and then, will ya?

Good, they totally bought it! A faint smirk forms on your face as you give Pepper’s head another reassuring pat–she told you to take care of her in case there was water… and there’s nowhere safer than right in front of you!

There wasn’t a surplus of light in the tunnels before, but as you turn a corner and head deeper into the dark recesses of the Earth, it dawns on you that you can’t really see the tracks anymore… not without Rodney and Raj’s lights, at least! Emerging from a tunnel into a colossal cavern devoid of light, you barely hear the water running as it drops into the black abyss below!

For a time even the tremors seem to grow quieter… all you can hear is the squeak of the rusty wheels below you and the distant sound of Earth rumbling above. If you fell here, well…

That’d be it, huh?

“Whughh…” Groans Pepper as she slowly regains her pep, “Did… where are we?”

Deep, you reply as you gesture to the inky blackness surrounding you like fog, VERY!

“No kidding!” She remarks as she scoots forward a bit to look around, “These rails are in pretty decent condition… wonder where they end?”

“Knowin’ our luck I’m guessin’ some kind of SPIKE PIT!” Groans Rodney from the back of the cart, “With… with mutant SNAKES in it or somethin’!”

A sudden shift in the rocks puts your discussion on hold, and with a deep groan that reverberates across the cavern you and the rest of the passengers freeze up as a whole section of the wall detaches and tumbles into the pit below!

Holy CRAP, you exclaim as you crane your ear in the direction it fell, but don’t hear an impact, where the heck ARE we!?

“Somewhere SECRET, yo!” Announces Raj as he shines his lamp where the rocks used to be! “LOOK!

>CONTD.
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A faint squeal emanates from Pepper’s agape mouth as you all turn to see what he’s referring to–hidden beneath the rock sits another wall made up of some kind of metallic alloy–and it definitely looks man-made!

JACKPOT!” Squeaks the girl as she goes to town with her DIGITAL CAMERA! Errr, Pepper, you mutter as you and Rodney exchange confused glances, just what is this anyways?

“Remember that dirt I was talkin’ about, sandcrab!?” She asks, trembling like a kid on Christmas morning! “THIS is it! HAUSER’S DIRTY LAUNDRY! GOTTA BE!”

“Kinda screwy that they keep it all the way down here…” Mutters Raj as the girl cackles madly between photos, “It’s just gonna get moldy, dudes…”

You’re too speechless to respond. Pepper’s right–this… this is BIG! As your cart continues to descend deeper, you slowly realize that you’re headed right in the mysterious wall’s direction! Could… could this be SITE D?

“Won’t know until we investigate, chum!” Snickers Pepper as she gives your side a playful nudge! “Keep your eyes peeled for a place to get off!”

“Uh… found one?”

Following Raj’s gaze, you light up a bit as you see another catwalk bordering the wall–while you can’t see an entrance from this side, you’re certain that’s gonna be your way in!

“It’d BETTER be…” Whines Rodney. “Becau-wait, AW CRIPES!

Following his and Raj’s lamps, you quickly find out that you’re out of disembarking options–past the catwalk the rails trail off… into NOTHING!

“Maybe it’s uh… a fast way down?” Shrugs the skater as you immediately pounce on the brake lever! YEA, you snarl, it’ll be fast alright!

>ROLL ME 1d100+2(+5 SPEED ROLL, -3 GOING FAST!) TO PULL THE BRAKES! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 92 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5735676
Time to play the steel organ
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Rolled 1 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5735676
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>>5735691
Give me your coordinates so I can come to your house and strangle you
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Rolled 71 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5735676
I knew this shit would’ve been too easy.
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>>5735698
Don't worry, I'll handle it myself. :(
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>>5735701
Very thoughtful. You’ve restored your honor.

Bones will be happy. Time to kill Art again.
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istg if this invalidates everything that's gone right thus far and gets someone killed, something heavy is going to go sailing out of the window
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>>5735681
>>5735691
>>5735700
>THE ROLLS: NAT 1!
A little bummed it didn't happen with the dynamite for the FULL ART EFFECT, but I ain't complaining! Writing, but get ready to ROLL!

>>5735701
>>5735704
Glad to see I don't have to ask anymore! People are finally starting to understand the rules! Wonder what Art's up to these days, anyways?

>>5735709
That depends on you, buster!
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Clenching the lever handle as tightly as you can, you brace your feet against the inside of the cart and prepare to tug!

“You got this, sandcrab?” Asks Pepper as she and your pals prepare to jump!

Yea, you nod, just hang on to something! Pulling back on the lever with a mighty growl, you feel an uncharacteristic strength course through your muscles… TOO much!

The brake lever only lasts for a second or so before snapping off like an exceptionally-dry twig! As the reality of the situation settles in, you slowly turn towards your pals and show them your handiwork as an unintelligible gurgle creeps out from your mouth!

“Woah!” Smiles Raj with a nod of admiration, “You’re pretty strong, Diesel!”

Rodney doesn’t even wait before diving onto the catwalk with a panicked yelp! Seeing the lever still in your hand, you move to disembark along with the rest of your buddies!

>ROLL ME 3d100 TO MAKE IT! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +1 (+5 SPEED BONUS, -4 MISSED YOUR STOP!)
>PEPPER: -2 (+3 SCOOP SIGHTED! -4 MISSED YOUR STOP!)
>RAJ: +1 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -4 MISSED YOUR STOP!)
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It's getting lateish on my end, so I think it's time to talk SCHEDULING!

I go back to work starting tomorrow, so from now on updates are gonna slow down a bit, unfortunately. FROM NOW ON EXPECT WEEKDAY UPDATES TO HAPPEN AROUND 4-5PM PST UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE! If you're here from Bones Quest you're probably used to this scheduling already, if not know that I'm no quitter! We're getting through this quest together, damn it!

Thanks as always for your patience in my writing, drawing, and scheduling. You guys make it all worth while!
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Rolled 10, 36, 43 = 89 (3d100)

>>5735723
imagine if everyone goes over and the only survivor is Rodney
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Rolled 83, 64, 55 = 202 (3d100)

>>5735723
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>>5735724
Can't say I followed Bones unfortunately. Does this mean one update a day?
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Rolled 87, 5, 14 = 106 (3d100)

>>5735723
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>>5735729
>>5735730
>>5735732
>THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 88!
>PEPPER: 62!
>RAJ: 56!
Writing what might be the last update of the night!

>>5735731
Sometimes one, sometimes more... definitely less than how frequent they've been this Summer! In the past I pretty much updated at least once every day, though, so we'll see how things go! Rule of thumb is I'll mention it if there's a change in schedule!
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Rapidly approaching what would no doubt be a FINAL DESTINATION, the cart doesn’t slow down one bit as you clamber towards the safety of the catwalk!

Raj is the first to go. Flopping out of the cart like a ragdoll, the skater is quick to regain his footing and help Pepper out as she makes the jump! With both of your friends safely out of the cart, you’re just about to follow suit when you feel your ride tip over the end of the tracks!

Feeling gravity take its toll, you use your friend’s shocked faces (with the exception of Rodney who’s clearly crossing his fingers) as motivation and leap as far as you can!

Sailing through the darkness for a bit too long for your liking, you land on the catwalk with a triumphant ‘CLANG!’ as your trusty metal steed tumbles into what just might be a bottomless pit below!

“Nice jump, chief!” Remarks Pepper as she gives you an approving nod! “Those dynamite explosions earlier didn’t ding you one bit!”

Yea, you sigh as you glance longingly where your cart fell, but without any more railing you’re pretty much stuck here, huh?

“Eh! Snoop first, escape later!” The girl shrugs with a chipper tone of voice!

“What she said!” Nods Raj as he scans the surrounding area, “Anyone see a door around here?”

“There’d better be one along dis’ catwalk!” Frowns Rodney as he slides between you and Pepper! “I ain’t waitin’ around for this cave ta’ fill up with water!”

Your team’s journalist shivers a bit at the sound of the ‘W’ word, but quickly recovers! “W-well what say we split up and find an entrance? Gotta be one around here somewhere!”

The idea gives you pause. Is she sure we should be splitting up outside the scary bunker?

Pepper responds with a shrug as she dons a MINING HELMET from her pocket. “We can stick together too–just thought it’d be faster, slick. Y’know, shout when we find something?”

You have a hard time arguing–there’s nothing painted on the walls around you, nor are there any arrows or signs pointing you towards the delivery entrance or whatever… still, there’s no telling what might be lurking in the darkness… or inside!

What do?
>LET’S STICK TOGETHER!
>I’LL GO WITH (RAJ, PEPPER, RODNEY)
>I’LL GO ALONE… YOU GUYS TAKE THE OTHER WAY!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5735756
>LET’S STICK TOGETHER!
Of course. Because absolutely the smartest thing to do in a dark, convoluted underground complex teeming with hostile, mutated creatures that can tear men apart with ease is split up.

No. Stick together.
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>>5735756
>LET’S STICK TOGETHER!
I want to split despite the danger because Rodney is right - we're likely still in a race against the water and the clock's a-ticking.....but at the same time, we don't know what new mutant nasties might be in here. Everyone stay in sight of each other. Worst comes to worst we still have a D-stick left to make our own door because what's one more cave-in in this place?
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>>5735756
>I’LL GO WITH RAJ & PEPPER
>RODNEY, YOU DO WHATEVER THE HELL YOU WANT
I know he'll tag along, but it's more fun this way.
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>>5735762
>>5735775
>>5735777
>STICK TOGETHAAAA
Writing!

>>5735777
But probably this way because it made me laugh
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You give the catwalk a long, hard stare before eventually dramatically shaking your head! Nope, you reply, you’re not taking any chances! Not with a mysterious bunker and the mutants that are totally waiting inside!

“Yea… you’re probably right…” Pepper agrees with a sheepish grin forming on her face. “So what’s the plan then? We goin’ or what!? My SCOOP SENSE is tingling!”

That’s not a real thing. Walking away just as Pepper starts giving you that dumb ‘POUTING FACE’ again, you point further down the catwalk. Raj, Pep and I will head down there, you explain in a confident tone, there’s bound to be an entrance somewhere!

Rodney wastes no time in voicing his opinions. Loudly, of course.

WHAAAAAA!?!? What the hell do ya’ think you’re doin’ just leaving your ole’ pal in the lurch like that!? Are you kiddin’ me, D!? You bring me all the way down here and just expect me ta’ twiddle my thumbs while you-”

Just figure it out, okay? Quit whining for once and do what you want!

“What I want, hu-”

Let’s roll, you interrupt as you usher Pepper away from your rival’s leering eyes! Heading further along the catwalk dangling over the pit, you and your pals scan the bunker wall for any point of entry! Whatever they put down here has got to be pretty important, you remark!

AND pretty SECRET!” Adds the redhead as she thumbs her camera with a devious laugh under her breath!

“Should we uh… be here, then?” Raj asks as he pokes the wall with Linda as you continue your search! “What if something, like, really nasty is inside?”

“Then it’s even more important that we share our findings with the rest of the world!” Replies Pepper boldly! “We can’t let this ever happen again!”

You know better than to argue with the girl as you pass by a few empty and unmarked metal crates. She and Mina are gonna butt heads eventually–provided they both survive that long…

“JACKPOT!” Exclaims the redhead as she scurries over what appears to be a massive door built straight into the metal wall! Wait, you groan as she peeks inside, don’t stray too far, damn it!

Chasing after her like a cat that just rushed out the front door, you nearly bowl her over when the two of you skid to a halt inside of what appears to be some kind of…

SECURITY CHECKPOINT!

>CONTD.
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“Huh…” Mutters Pepper as she takes a picture of the scanner instruments and the walls of one-way tempered windows bordering them, “Where’d everybody go?”

You smell the answer quicker than you see it: passing through the sparking scanner, you peek around to where the security guards would normally be stationed and find a puddle of coagulated blood and a few tiny chunks of viscera next to a worn office stool along with several other similar puddles heading past the checkpoint!

Welp, you sigh, turning away from the carnage when you start to feel hungry staring at it, guess those monsters have been here… following close behind, Pepper’s eyes widen in shock as she sees what you saw before taking some fresh pictures on her camera!

“The question is, sandcrab:” she mutters as she gets a few different angles, “were the monsters coming in... or were they breaking out?

Definitely out, you reply as you turn back to examine the door with Raj and find its colossal mechanical hinges all but torn off! Which can only mean one thing…

Regrouping in the doorway leading deeper into the bunker, Raj’s light shines into the next room and briefly illuminates a yellow ‘7’ covered in blood, spent cartridges, and scratches!

This is where it began!

Cautiously passing through the doorway, you find yourself inside some kind of LAB... the entrance to one, at least! Devoid of any chairs, desks, or computers of any kind, you’re still pretty certain you’re in some kind of LOBBY that splits off into three different directions!

“Didn’t we get, like, a MAP of this place or something, dudes?” Asks Raj as he points his lamp down one of the hallways leading deeper into the facility. “Would come in real handy right about now!”

Yea, you nod as you take the LEVEL 7 MAP out, it would, wouldn’t it? Shine some light on me, please!

According to the map, the three paths split into distinct sections:

To the NORTH you’ve got the LABS, from the looks of it, but that way’s blocked by a HUGE airlock…

“A failsafe must’ve triggered and shut it…” Pepper guesses as you all examine the door in all its majesty. “Could probably open it with enough elbow grease, but I’m betting there’s a better way to crack that walnut!”

“Like over there?” Asks Raj as he points to the part of the map marked ‘POWER STATION’! “Could definitely go for some real lights right about now, dudes…”

You were thinking the other way, you reply as you give the part marked ‘ARMORY’ a tap! Could probably find something to blast open the door in there!

Where to?
>LET’S GET SOME POWER GOING!
>CHECK OUT THE BULKHEAD WHERE THE LABS ARE!
>RAID THE ARMORY!
>HIT THE CANTEEN!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5736335
>CHECK THE ESCAPE ROUTE
We might need to beat a retreat in a hurry. Better make sure our way out is clear first!
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>>5736335
>HIT THE CANTEEN!
We are hungry. For, uh, no particular reason. Frankly in SPITE of all the blood and viscera, hahaha, not... Not BECAUSE of...

...

Anyway, Canteen.
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>>5736335
>>LET’S GET SOME POWER GOING!
Just like in Request of Task's Undead mode, we should focus on getting the power on first!
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>>5736335
>LET’S GET SOME POWER GOING!
I’d be willing to bet that there are doors, elevators, and other equipment that would be cut off to us because they lack power.
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>>5736335
>>>LET’S GET SOME POWER GOING!
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>>5736343
>ESCAPE ROUTE!

>>5736347
>CANTEEN!

>>5736355
>>5736356
>>5736357
>POWER UP!

Writing!
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Watch us activate some sort of extensive automated security system and get shredded by turrets and other fun things.
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As fun as it’d be to blow open the door with whatever you find in the ARMORY, your money’s on a ROCKET LAUNCHER, Raj makes a decent point–it’s gonna get really annoying if you keep having to tug doors open like some kind of caveman!

“D’aww, and here I was looking forward to seeing you do more ‘Tough Guy’ stuff!” Replies Pepper with mock disappointment in her voice! “Bummer, sandcrab!”

Time enough for that later, you mutter under your breath, right now you really oughta check on the power situation… especially if you need to beat a hasty retreat later!

“Gotcher’ back, bro!” Smiles Raj as he readies his FIRE AX! “Lead the way!”

Gladly--if you hang around that blood puddle any longer you’re gonna start drooling… and you just know people are gonna hold that against you! Hanging a right takes you into a half caved-in tunnel–no doubt due to the theatrics you pulled up above earlier!

Crawling over the rubble like a cockroach, you wait until Pepper and Raj join you before continuing any further into the darkness! Fumbling forwards, your first stop takes you to what the MAP calls the POWER STATION... and sure enough the whole place is deader than Smythe!

“Hmm…” Muses Pepper as she flits to and fro like a red haired butterfly, “Weird…”

Okay, Pepper, you groan as you join Raj in examining the veritable forest of wires and pipes around you, what’s so weird, hmm?

“Most of this equipment seems to be in pretty decent shape!” She reports as she points to a CONSOLE nestled up against an electrical box flanked by even more wires, “You’d think there’d be more signs of sabotage, is all.”

Now that she mentions it, she’s right--try as you might to find evidence of someone or something carving through the electrical components as part of some grand escape plan, you just can’t see it! Sure, there are a few gashes here and there, but they’re erratic–probably just there thanks to a scuffle with a monster!

“Maybe someone just turned everything off an’ left?” Shrugs Raj as the lab groans around you! You’d like to tell him he’s wrong, but as the words sink into your heads, both you and Pepper exchange a wary glance!

“Follow me, boys...” The girl commands as she confidently strides towards the tunnel marked ‘GEOTHERMAL’, “I wanna check something.”

Oh boy…

>CONTD.
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>>5736416
WOAH.

Woah is RIGHT! Heading down the tunnel towards the aforementioned ‘GEOTHERMAL’, you find yourself in a chamber straight out of a sci-fi flick! Massive pipes snake across the room connected to one colossal central grated vent not unlike the air vents you saw back in the mines!

But the yawning abyss in front of you, well…

Whoof!” Groans Pepper as she tugs on her collar a bit, “Hotter n’ heck in here!”

“Least that means the GEOTHERMAL VENT’S unblocked!” Chirps Raj, prompting both you and Pepper to look at him with a mixture of surprise and concern.

Raj, you stammer, are you… you good, man?

“Is your head okay?” Asks the journalist as she cocks her head to the side with worry in her eyes!

“Right as rain, dudes!” The skater replies with the usual thumbs up! “Could go for a bite to eat, but feelin’ aces otherwise!”

Okay, you nod, still unable to process what you just heard, you just… he just said something somewhat… knowledgeable?

“Eh, alternative power sources are a bit of a fascination of mine!” Raj explains as he idly spins Linda on his finger, “See, geothermal energy works similarly to nuclear fission in that they both harness steam, yea? But while a nuclear reactor requires specific materials to function, usually the isotope URANIUM-235 or, in much older and smaller models PLUTONIUM, a geothermal reactor like that one over there,”

He pauses to point at the gargantuan DOOHICKY taking up the majority of the far end of the chamber.

“Primarily harnesses the natural heat vented upwards via CONVECTION CURRENTS through breakages and cracks in the Earth’s mantle, which when combined with an appropriate water source can-”

Holy crap, Raj, you remark with genuine pride in your voice, you’re glad you brought him along!

“Likewise!” Adds Pepper beaming with pride! “Do you think you can figure out what’s wrong?”

“Way ahead of ya, muchachos!” He laughs as he leads you both around the central pit where all the heat is emanating from, “Take a look up there for me!”

Following his headlamp, you blink in confusion as you find yourself staring at a pipe on the ceiling with a hole where…

Oh for crying out loud, ANOTHER missing part!?

>CONTD.
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>>5736417
“Looks like a VALVE…” Frowns Pepper with a dissatisfied click of her tongue. “My hunch is looking better by the second, guys…”

And what hunch is that, exactly, you ask as you scan the room for any sign of the missing part!

“I’m getting the feeling this was an inside job...” The girl whispers as Raj continues to look around the plant!

“Aha! Two more closed valves… missin’ the wheels too!”

SERIOUSLY!?

“No worries, dude–we’ll just find one around here!” The skater suggests, not flinching in the least as you stare at the huge pit dominating the room with nothing but a waist-high rusty safety rail keeping you from falling to certain doom!

… Raj, you huff, they probably chucked the valves down there!

“Huh.” He remarks, “... welp, better look for another!”

This guy…

>ROLL ME 3d100 TO SEARCH FOR ANOTHER! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:
>DIESEL-5 (-2 DARK, -3 IT’S HOT)
>PEPPER+0 (+5 SNOOPIN, -2 DARK, -3 IT’S HOT)
>RAJ+0 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -2 DARK, -3 IT’S HOT)
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Rolled 91, 64, 28 = 183 (3d100)

>>5736418
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Rolled 60, 9, 66 = 135 (3d100)

>>5736418
I thought Rodney was still going to follow us, but he’s out of our sight again. This bothers me. We should have known better than telling him to, “do what you want.”
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Rolled 74, 12, 56 = 142 (3d100)

>>5736418
I’m just gonna mosey things along here…
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>>5736471
I was gonna head to bed and call it for tonight actually, so no need to rush! I'll probably be back for more on Tuesday around 4-5PM PST. No need to roll again yet, but thanks for the support! I generally prefer 1 roll per player, but if I need an extra roll in the future I'll be sure to let you know!

>>5736440
Sorry to be a little metagamey here, but I noticed how I wrote that update and got worried that I didn't do what people voted for, so... Don't worry--Rodney followed you! He's just a little peeved, is all!
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>>5736473
Oh, I see. I thought he stayed behind and I got worried he would take, “do whatever you want,” literally and would get up to shenanigans.
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>>5736485
Yep, my bad! I never want to disregard the player's votes! Everyone's favorite delivery boy will be back before ya know it!
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>>5736418
Reminds me of playing Infra.
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Rolled 6, 13, 100 = 119 (3d100)

>>5736418
WATCH THIS!
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>>5736510
I NEVER MISS
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>>5736511
Too bad you were not up to bat
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>>5736517
This guy >>5736471 rolled twice and the QM shot it down here: >>5736473
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>>5736518
I can’t tell if he actually did scrap my second roll, but I hope he did now.
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>>5736423
>>5736440
>>5736510
THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 86!
>PEPPER: 64!
>RAJ: GODDAMN 100!

>>5736518
This anon's correct! Just to be clear again: I normally don't accept two rolls from the same player unless I explicitly ask for them--I know a lot of /qst/ers are in different timezones and have different schedules, so in cases like this I usually like to wait for a third roller.

That said, I know that I sometimes rush through other rolls--apologies to those that come in late.

Got work in a bit, but expect an update around 4-5PM PST! Thanks for your patience!

>>5736508
Literally one of my favorite games. God taste, anon!
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>>5736646
>God taste, anon!
I know.
That's why when I'm saying Pepper is worst girl, you better believe it.
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>>5736646
Sorry didn't see that they were from the same player, I thought that we had comically lost a crit.
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>>5736664
No worries-I wasnt exactly clear about it! Just happy to give you all a legit 100! In finding a Valve, no less

>>5736647
Shit, you've got a point... BRB killing Pepper
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>>5736665
Halflife three confirmed?
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>>5736749
Keep dreaming. Maybe the dreams will come true one day.
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>>5736749
Nah they're too busy making the official SLICE QUEST GAME with source physics and shit. I begged Gaben and he really liked Raj so we're in
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>>5737080
Now THAT'S a Nat 100! Good ol' Raj.
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Wiping the fresh layer of sweat off your forehead, you roll up your sleeves and unzip your TRENDY TRACKSUIT and get to SNOOPIN’! It’s a long shot for sure, but if there’s even just one valve lying around here you can-

Oh wait, here’s one!

“GOT IT!” Reports Pepper as she pops out from behind the generator with a VALVE in her hands! “Here, come on over a-oh wow, found another!

Wait, seriously? Making your way over to the redhead, you nearly trip on a piece of metal just lying in the middle of the chamber! Christ, is someone trying to make you fall into that pi-oh shit, it’s another VALVE!

“What was that!?” Hollers Pepper as she holds up another VALVE, “Got distracted by another VALVE!

THERE you jerks are!” Roars Rodney as he comes shuffling in from the power station dragging something behind him! “You’re stone cold, ya’ know that, D? An’ not in the cool way either! I coulda’ been picked off back there!”

And yet he still lives, you groan as you pick another VALVE off the floor. What’s that he’s dragging around behind him? His ego?

“Ha ha, you oughta’ do stand up…” Grumbles the delivery boy as he sets up shop next to the growing pile of VALVES you and Pepper have started. “I was busy lookin’ around an’ nearly got buried beneath these dang things–thought ya’ could use ‘em!”

Pouring a bag of VALVES onto the already sizable pile, Rodney puffs out his chest as Pepper studies the haul with a neutral expression. “Ya see that, red? These arms were made for carryin’ PRINCESSES, y’know!”

“My feet are starting to hurt a bit…” Muses the girl as she glances between you and Rodney. “But I think I’ll manage for now…” Peering in the direction of Raj’s light as it dances around the ceiling, Pepper climbs halfway up your VALVE MOUNTAIN and calls out to the skater!

“Raj,” she shouts, “We found some VALVES! C’mon back!”

“Un Momento, por favor!” He laughs from within a jungle of steam pipes! As he slowly makes his way back over, you and the others examine your hoard.

Still think it was sabotage? You ask as you shoot Pepper a skeptical glance. The girl shrugs.

“I can’t tell if we’re just real lucky or the saboteur was really lazy…”

>CONTD.
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“Hold on a sec–we got a saboteur now!?” Sputters Rodney as he hops into a kung fu pose! “Just point ‘em out to me, red–I’ll drop ‘em like a hot plate!”

“We just noticed that the lab looks pretty good considering it had a MONSTER OUTBREAK…” Explains the journalist, crossing her arms as a puzzled look forms on her face. “Almost like someone let ‘em out.”

And from what you’ve heard, you add, Hauser doesn’t sound like the kind of guy to do that… especially with how hard he’s trying to keep a lid on everything.

“Huh…” Mutters Rodney as he actually looks like he’s thinking for once, “So you’re sayin’... someone else did it?”

Before you answer in an appropriately-snarky way, Raj leaps into the middle of everyone grinning like an idiot! “Sup, dudes!?”

Sup himself, you growl as you nearly trip over another VALVE! It’s dark in here–is he trying to get slugged!?

“Well maybe this’ll brighten up your day, bro!” He counters as he reaches into his pockets! Look, Raj, you sigh as you preemptively rub your temples, we already found a lifetime supply of va-HOLY SHIT!

You barely manage to dart out of the way as a three-pronged metal pole whizzes past your cheek! Tripping over another VALVE, you shoot the skater an incredulous look! What the he-

Before you can ask your question, you get an answer in the form of a METAL POLE just barely shorter than you… its top half crackling with ELECTRICITY!

“Wh-where’d you find this, Raj!?” Asks Pepper as her blue eyes light up from the sparks!

“Found it behind the machines!” Raj replies as he gives the weapon a twirl! “Probably used it to make sure the critters played nice, huh?”

Yea, you stammer as you eye the weapon like a dog staring at a fresh steak, thanks for finding it for me, man!

Before you can take it off his hands, however, you’re bodychecked by Pepper!

>CONTD.
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>>5737138
Nah, just kidding. Who else would bodycheck you here?

“You get ALL the cool stuff, D!” Rodney protests as he reaches for the weapon! “Try thinkin’ of someone besides yourself for once, yea?”

Oh you’re thinking of him, alright, you growl, you’re thinking of him ‘accidentally’ falling down that pit right ther-

“Okay, boys… take a breather!” Interrupts Pepper as she slides between the two of you with a stern look on her face! “In case you forgot, Raj found it first!”

Yea, well, you stammer, Raj was totally about to give it to you! He’s nice like that!

“Raj is nice about everyone, sandcrab…” Sighs Pepper as she gestures to the skater’s smiling face. “Gotta try harder than that!”

She’s loving this, isn’t she? When the girl averts your gaze and starts whistling an unfamiliar tune, you decide to take matters into your own hands!

>BARTER! RAJ, I’LL GIVE YA’ SOMETHING IF YOU LET ME HAVE THAT!
>BE SELFLESS! FINE, ROD, YOU CAN HAVE IT!
>BE AGGRESSIVE! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS IF YOU TRY TO TAKE IT, ROD!
>JUST GRAB IT AND RUN!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5737140
>BE SELFLESS! FINE, ROD, YOU CAN HAVE IT!
He needs it more, obviously, being the weaker fighter.
Say that, btw. Aloud. While looking right at him.
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>>5737140
>BE SELFLESS! FINE, ROD, YOU CAN HAVE IT!
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>>5737140
>BE SELFLESS! FINE, ROD, YOU CAN HAVE IT!
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>>5737166
>>5737172
>>5737200
>BE SELFLESS!
Writingggg
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You’re conflicted. On one hand every minute you have to converse or even interact with Rodney is like sticking your hand into the pizza oven!

Wait, nope, you’ve pretty much built up an immunity to that by now. Bad simile!

On the other hand, though, you really want that weapon. Like, REALLY bad!

Knowing all too well that Pepper will surely instigate some sort of squabble between you for her sick enjoyment, you take a steadying breath and put on the best smile you can muster when dealing with your ‘Rival’. This calls for a different tactic!

You know what, Rod? You can keep it, man!

The sunglassed simpleton stares at you as if you just transformed into a polar bear.

“I… I can?

Well sure, you reply with a good-natured laugh as you give his stupid jacketed shoulder a friendly pat, why not? He doesn’t look convinced.

“But…” he mutters as he eyes you up and down like a dog guarding a chew toy, “But I thought you wanted it…”

“Yea…” Adds Pepper, clearly unamused by the lack of fighting, “What gives, sandcrab?”

“Don’t ya see, guys!?” Raj answers with a proud grin on his face, “They’re finally burying the hatchet after facing tonight together! Adversity’s made ‘em closer!”

Uh, no, you counter as you feel bile rise in your throat at the thought of being friends with Rodney again, you just know he’ll need all the cheap weapons and handicaps he can get… being, y’know, the WEAKER FIGHTER and all.

The delivery boy’s face goes through three stages in the span of three seconds: confusion, comprehension, and finally anger! “WHAD’ YOU SAY ABOUT ME, D!?

It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you shrug as you expertly brush his anger off, Pepper saw it herself back when you fought in the woods earlier–it’s okay if he needs a little help-

Snatching the weapon out of Raj’s hands, Rodney drops the TELESCOPING ZAP ROD at your feet! “Y-yea, well… y-YOU’RE the one that’s gonna need the handicap!”

Whatever, dude, you scoff, now go start turning some of those valves!

“HAH! I’ll have ‘em all done before you can even finish ONE, prick!” Scooping up a handful of VALVES in his arms, Rodney scurries off to unseal the pipes cackling all the way!

“Gotta say, sandcrab,” Pepper remarks as the three of you watch him zip around the chamber, “You’re pretty good at manipulating the poor guy…”

Not really, you shrug, he’s just stupid!

>CONTD.
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To Rodney’s credit, he finishes up pretty damn quickly! By the time he approaches you again panting and sweating like he’ll no doubt be at his inevitable sex crime trial, you and the others have already chucked several extra VALVES into the central pit!

D… done!” He wheezes as a smile forms on his sweaty face! “Beat… beat THAT, D…

Oh no, you beat me, you reply halfheartedly. Raj, is the power thing good to go now?

“Hmm….” Mutters the skater-turned-power plant technician as he scans the pipes and samples the dull humming emanating from within, “Sounds like she’s purrin’ to me, dude.”

“Then what are we waiting for!?” Sputters Pepper as she angrily stomps her foot on the ground! “We’ve got DIRT to unearth!”

Hey, you counter, she’s the one that started the game of ‘Toss-The Valve’!

“Irrelevant! Let’s go! C’mon, hustle! Move! Time’s-a-wastin’!”

Ushering everyone towards the exit like a deranged fire marshal, the girl’s enthusiasm is extinguished as quickly as it manifests! Hey, you groan as she stands in the doorway like a kid-sized statue, whatever happened to ‘hustling’, h-

Pepper barely has time to dart out of the way of a gleaming MACHETE! Scrambling frantically over to you, you and your pals stand dumbfounded as a familiar jumpsuited goliath ducks under the doorway and enters the geothermal chamber!

“Aw CRIPES,” Whines Rodney as he quickly regains his breath, “I thought we lost dis’ guy!”

Apparently not, you stammer as the giant stomps towards you! Before you can devise a plan, he charges!

>ROLL ME 4d100 TO NOT GET TACKLED! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:
>DIESEL+5 (+5 SPEED BONUS)
>PEPPER +0
>RAJ +5(+5 COOL CUSTOMER)
>RODNEY +4(+4 SPEED BONUS)
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Rolled 91, 85, 73 = 249 (3d100)

>>5737325
WATCH THIS!
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Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>5737334
NEVER MISS!!
also here's the last one
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Rolled 57, 86, 54, 70 = 267 (4d100)

>>5737325
>Rodney's speed bonus is JUST a little less than ours
Kek.
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>8 rolls
>none under 50
So far so good...
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Rolled 81, 40, 53, 92 = 266 (4d100)

>>5737325
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>>5737334
>>5737335
>>5737339
>>5737346
THE ROALZ:
>DIESEL: 96!
>PEPPER: 86!
>RAJ: 90!
>RODNEY: 96!
Writing!

>>5737339
And he rolled the EXACT amount as Diesel... c-could he be getting STRONGER?!
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>>5737365
Of course we planned to lure the slasher all the way down here
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Oh NO you don’t! Diving out of the way in perfect unison, your assailant swings his blade in a last-ditch attempt at hurting someone, but completely whiffs it! Coming to a halt long before it gets close to the pit, the slasher turns around to face you with grim impassiveness in its glowing ‘eye’!

“How the hell did it get down here!?” Stammers Pepper as she catches her breath!

No clue, you reply as you chuck the SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN into her waiting hands, but he ain’t stickin’ around for long!

Sensing your intent, the giant picks up a handful of VALVES from the pile and chucks them in your direction! You’ve already got a plan, though!

What is it? CHOOSE 1 OR MORE FOR YOUR TEAM!
INVENTORY PASTEBIN:
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>LIGHT ‘EM UP! (DIESEL-FLAMETHROWER, MOLOTOV) (RAJ-FLARE GUN)
>GO FOR THE LEGS! (DIESEL-MEAT CLEAVER, STUN STAFF) (RAJ-AX) (RODNEY-PICKAX)
>BLAST ‘EM! (PEPPER-SHOTGUN) (DIESEL-.38 REVOLVER)
>TRIP HIM UP! (DIESEL-HAND LOTION, GREASY PIZZA)
>RUN FOR IT!
>WRITE-IN!
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That's it for tonight, by the way! Should have more at the usual 4-5PM PST time! Sorry for the short updates tonight... still acclimating to going back to work!
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>>5737415
>>GO FOR THE LEGS! (DIESEL-MEAT CLEAVER, STUN STAFF) (RAJ-AX) (RODNEY-PICKAX)
Diesel using the staff to immobilize and Raj Using the axe on it's left leg
At worst we slow them down, at best we hit the carotid and put it on a bleed out timer timer
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>>5737445
>>5737415
+1
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>>5737415
>GO FOR THE LEGS! (DIESEL-MEAT CLEAVER, STUN STAFF) (RAJ-AX) (RODNEY-PICKAX)
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>>5737415
>TRIP HIM UP! (DIESEL-HAND LOTION, GREASY PIZZA)
I feel like he’s probably too tough to harm through mundane means. Let’s try and trick him into falling into the pit.
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>>5737445
Nevermind, forgot to refresh. This works. +1

Disregard >>5737478
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>>5737415
>GO FOR THE LEGS! (DIESEL-MEAT CLEAVER, STUN STAFF) (RAJ-AX) (RODNEY-PICKAX)
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>>5737445
>>5737415
+2
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>>5737445
>>5737459
>>5737477
>>5737479
>>5737495
>>5737515
>GO FOR THE LEEEEGS!

Time to roll! No pressure, now!
>ROLL ME 4d100 TO SWEEP THE LEG! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL:+1 (+5 COMBAT BONUS, -4 TOUGH GUY)
>RAJ:+1 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -4 TOUGH GUY)
>RODNEY:+0 (+4 COMBAT BONUS, -4 TOUGH GUY!)

Seeya again around 4-5PM PST!
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Rolled 8, 35, 73, 27 = 143 (4d100)

>>5737688
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Rolled 64, 53, 83, 48 = 248 (4d100)

>>5737688
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Rolled 27, 94, 79, 46 = 246 (4d100)

We here at Fazbear Entertainment support the running of other pizza related quest endeavors! And do not at all wish for scandalls to break out about them!

>>5737688
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>>5737707
>>5737710
>>5737714
>everyone passes but Rodney
Should have kept that shock-prod, buddy.
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Whoops, I'm a total moron--I asked for 4d100, but Pepper didn't get an attack action.... I know Rodney's gonna whiff, but did you guys want to apply the third roll to him instead and leave Pepper to do.... Pepper things? Either way works for me, just noticed I made stuff confusing! Apologies!
>GIVE THE THIRD ROLL TO RODNEY!
>SCREW THAT GUY! LET HIM KEEP THE FOURTH! PEPPER CAN DO SOME RANDOM CRAP!

>>5737714
Oh crap, a fellow Pizza Partaker! Good luck on the new quest, yo! Everyone go check it out for me--I want a report on my desk by the end of the day!
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>>5737802
>GIVE THE THIRD ROLL TO RODNEY!
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>>5737802
>GIVE THE THIRD ROLL TO RODNEY!
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>>5737802
>>GIVE THE THIRD ROLL TO RODNEY!
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>>5737802
>GIVE THE THIRD ROLL TO RODNEY!
But he better be grateful.
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>>5737707
>>5737710
>>5737714
THE ROLES:
>DIESEL: 65!
>RAJ: 95!
>RODNEY: 83!

Writing!

>>5738018
you know he won't
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With synchronization that would put a boy band to shame, you, Raj, and Rodney duck past the VALVE volley while Pepper takes a quick action shot! Rushing towards your freakishly-large foe, you ready your newly-acquired STUN STAFF as the slasher swings his machete at your head! As you slide underneath it like a baseball player stealing second, you use your momentum to jam the weapon’s business end into the giant’s coverall’d thigh!

The staff strikes true, but you’re met with almost unnatural resistance as the hit connects–like you’re spearing a brick wall or something! At the same time, however, the chucked VALVES crash into a canopy of pipes overhead causing steam to leak into the chamber!

If the brute feels the attack he barely shows it, but to your pleasant surprise the slasher doesn’t seem to move or react as both Raj and Rodney move in to do some damage! Struggling to intercept them, you feel a grim grin form on your face as your pals slip past the monster’s defenses and sink BOTH of their weapons into its meaty leg!

THAT’S for bustin’ those pipes, ya big idiot!” Sneers Rodney as he twists his PICKAX around! “I just fixed those, ya lug!”

“Lemme AX you something! Hahaha, get it?” Smirks Raj as he and Rodney exchange grins! Before they can retrieve their weaponry, however, the brute brings its machete down towards their heads!

Luckily Pepper was ready for it–distracting the monster with a timely flash of her camera, both Raj and Rodney have plenty of time to back off before the slasher can catch them! Stumbling after the duo with clear damage to its left leg, you don’t see much of a change in its almost drunken gait, but it’s still something!

As the already-sweltering temperature steadily increases, the floor slowly becomes obscured by a thick blanket of steam and smoke! In a bold display of courage bordering on stupidity, Raj starts to climb some of the pipes for what can only be a big attack!

Unfortunately he catches the attention of the slasher, who immediately makes a beeline for him even with his torn-up leg!

How do you support Raj?! ONE OR MORE!
>ZAP ‘EM AGAIN!
>GET HIM WITH THE CLEAVER!
>CO-OP ATTACK WITH RODNEY!
>LIGHT ‘EM UP!
>PEPPER, OPEN FIRE!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5738106
>>GET HIM WITH THE CLEAVER!
>>CO-OP ATTACK WITH RODNEY!
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>>5738106
>LIGHT ‘EM UP!
>PEPPER, OPEN FIRE!
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>>5738117
This.

Stay out of close combat. Don’t feed the hunger.
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>>5738163
But I WANT us to become a being of untold horrors!
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>>5738241
What if we go crazy and eat Raj or something, though?
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>>5738109
>MARIO AND LUIGI: SUPERSTAR SAGA

>>5738117
>>5738163
>LIGHT 'EM UPPPP!

Sorry anons, I guess players DON'T want the cool HUNGER ENDING! LAAAME!

>ROLL ME 2d100 TO BURN THIS BRUTE! AND BLAST 'EM! HOPE YOU DON'T HIT RAJ! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:

>DIESEL: +0(+5 COMBAT BONUS, -1 STEAMY IN HERE, -4 TOUGH GUY)
>PEPPER +0(+3 IMPROVED DUBIOUS FIREARMS, +2 BIG TARGET, -1 STEAMY, -4 TOUGH GUY)
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>>5738242
Died for a good cause!
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Rolled 35, 34 = 69 (2d100)

>>5738244
That's insulting to Luigi
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Rolled 32, 76 = 108 (2d100)

>>5738244
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Rolled 89, 68 = 157 (2d100)

>>5738244
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>>5738248
>>5738249
>>5738251
>HIGHEST ROALES:
>DIESEL: 89!
>PEPPER: 68!
Writing!
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>>5738257
Uh, you sure you got that right, boss? Guy above me rolled 76 for PEPPER.
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>>5738257
Whoops, you're absolutely right! Man, I've been TRIPPING since I got home... and not for the good reason either! Good catch anon!
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Oh no you DON’T, you roar as you draw your AGRICULTURAL FLAMETHROWER, no one’s hurting your bro on YOUR watch!

“That’s right! Watch THIS!

As Rodney rushes ahead of you with his PICKAX ready to clobber, you consider for a small, innocent moment that were you to let loose with your flamethrower now, well…

It’d really be his fault for jumping in front of you, right?

Before you can kill two birds with one stone, however, your rival thwarts himself by tripping on another VALVE obscured by the growing layer of steam on the ground! Tumbling face-first with a pathetic ‘nyeeeeh…’ escaping from his lips, Rodney manages to clear the way just as you order Raj to climb faster!

“Workin on i-”

The slasher, well, slashes at your friend as he continues to climb, and though he does a good job of dodging, Raj is only saved when you throw some flames onto the giant’s massive back!

A rank, fishlike scent fills the already-muggy air as the flames spread across your attacker, and once it realizes they aren’t going to extinguish themselves, the slasher turns around and shields its face from your fiery onslaught!

To Tall, Dark, and Scary’s credit, he tanks the flames like a pro as he slowly stomps over to you like a man trudging through a blizzard! As his coveralls crackle and pop from the heat, you nearly take your hand off the trigger when you see scores of tiny hair-like worms emerging from the boils forming in the flames!

Falling to the floor in steaming puddles of puss, they nearly distract you from the giant staggering towards you with his machete ready to stab! Just when he gets too close for comfort, though, Pepper slides in front of you with her SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN at the ready!

“Stomp on THIS!

Both barrels sound off like dueling thunder strikes as the burning behemoth takes them both in the chest! As the front of his jumpsuit explodes with steaming black gore, the slasher stumbles backwards just as Raj finishes scaling one of the machines!

“Awesome work, bros!” He cheers as he raises his ax and prepares to leap, “Now let me handle the rest!”

Still staggered from the shotgun blast, the monster is in the perfect position for the skater to leap onto… and that PIT is close too! If Raj can knock him that way, well…

You feel something inside of you churn.

No… it’s so weak now… You can handle this!

What do!?
>LET RAJ HANDLE IT!
>H AN D LE IT ! ! !
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>>5738291
>LET RAJ HANDLE IT!
Do not listen to the intrusive thoughts.
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>>5738291
>LET RAJ HANDLE IT!
But definitely sit there and tremble in a barely restrained desire for excessive violence.
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>>5738302
>suppressed violence tremors
Oh, yeah, 100%.
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>>5738291
>LET RAJ HANDLE IT!

Only honor between bros can hold back the hunger of the BEAST.
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>>5738299
>>5738302
>>5738330
>LEAVE IT TO RAJ!
You got it! Going to bed, but let's do a ROLL!

>ROLL ME 1d100+9 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, +5 SKATE ROLL, +5 DIESEL BELIEVES, -2 STEAMY, -3 NOT AS TOUGH GUY) TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

I'll update again around the usual time! Seeya then and good luck!
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Rolled 41 (1d100)

>>5738364
RAAAAAAAJ!
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Rolled 1 + 9 (1d100 + 9)

>>5738364
WATCH THIS
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Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>5738364
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I never miss...
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>>5738390
We watched, alright.
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>>5738390
Whoof, bad timing, but pretty funny ngl
Anyways gonna sleep but will figure this stuff out TOMORROW
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>>5738386
>>5738390
>>5738391
>HIGHEST ROLL: NAT 1!
Actually screw it we'll do it NOW! Writing the ABSOLUTE LAST UPDATE OF TONIGHT! HONEST!
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>>5738390
I think the laws of probability would have a problem with this quest so far.
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No, you think to yourself as you feel your head start to get cloudy, you’re… he can. You know Raj can…

It’s only after your fingers start to hurt that you realize how hard you’re clenching the FLAMETHROWER. Easing up just as the slasher recovers from Pepper’s attack, you slowly retreat with Pepper in tow as the monster marches after you with a murderous glint in its sole ‘eye’ peeking out from its tattered hood!

Splashing black, goopy blood on the geothermal chamber’s floor, the giant barely notices the sound of skateboard wheels against metal… but when he does, it’s already too late!

Letting a howl loose as he rockets off of the top of the machine he climbed, Raj soars like a messy-haired eagle towards your assailant with his FIRE AX raised and ready to chop! Tearing through the steam like it was smoke at a concert, the intensity of the skater’s grin is only matched by the look of determination on his scruffy face!

“Go, Raj!” Cheers Pepper as she pumps her fists! “Get ‘em!”
YEA, you add, KICK ITS TWELVE-FOOT ASS!

It’s all set up so perfectly: even if he whiffs the ax attack he’ll still knock the slasher into the pit! And if he screws that up, well, at least he can hit the bastard with an ax, right?

All that falls apart, however, when the slasher spins with frightening speed and snatches his would-be slayer out of the air like a foul ball! Stopped dead in his aerial tracks, Raj’s tongue pops out in surprise as both his FIRE AX and his trusty skateboard Linda go tumbling into the layer of steam!

Just when you thought the urge was gone, it comes back… and this time it’s more intense than ever before!

KILL OR BE KILLED!

ROLL 1d100+10 (+5 COMBAT ROLL, +10 HUNGER, -2 STEAMY, -3 NOT AS TOUGH GUY) TO INDULGE! BEST OF 3! DON’T EVEN THINK OF FAILING!
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Rolled 65 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5738410
w-watch this...?
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Rolled 64 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5738410
I’m imagining Raj squeaking like a dog toy when the giant grabs him out of the air.

Rip and tear time.
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Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>5738410

BEAAASSSSST!

please don't murder Raj in a blind rage...please...
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No indiscriminate murder... but I guess the beast is TOAST.
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>>5738679
---‐--------:^)------
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>>5738413
>>5738419
>>5738422
>HIGHEST ROLL: 107!!!!
Writing! Sorry, was wiped out when I got home from work-thanks for your patience!
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It was easier to resist before. Even if cutting up those NOTBUGS earlier made you feel better than that kiss from Mina, you were able to hold it together–even if whatever the hunger is makes you stronger, you get the feeling that you’re standing on the edge of a deep, deep pit… one you don’t think you’ll be climbing out of once you tumble in.

But when you see the giant’s machete rushing towards your friend Raj, well…

You can definitely say you tried.

A fire ignites in your legs and feet as you launch off the ground and over to the slasher like a heat seeking missile! Crashing into his blood-soaked torso, you feel a fresh coat of warmth wash over you as you tunnel through him–your fingers carving jagged swaths through his once-tough skin with each scrape!

Feeling hot chunks of flesh ball up underneath your nails, an unfamiliar energy courses through your muscles that makes each scrape, punch, and kick even easier than the last!

Each attack you land sends an almost ticklish sensation through your body, and by the time your prey realizes what’s happening, you’re erupting with laughter as you dig through its worm-riddled organs like you were cleaning a turkey!

All other sensations dull as you continue to coat yourself in the weakling’s viscera. Every splash, every wound, every second you remain alive is a testament to your power–undeniable truth that you, and you alone, are the worthiest!

YOU ARE WORTHY!

>KEEP INDULGING!
>THIS IS ENOUGH!
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>>5739006

>THIS IS ENOUGH!

REMEMBER THE BOND OF BROS!
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>>5739006
>>KEEP INDULGING!
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>>5739006
>THIS IS ENOUGH!
Well, it’ll be fun explaining this to the others.
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>>5739006
>THIS IS ENOUGH!
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>>5739006
>THIS IS ENOUGH!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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>>5739007
>>5739030
>>5739043
>>5739076
>THIS IS ENOUGH!

>>5739020
>INDULGE!

Writing!

>CAPTCHA: SPRAT
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A seed sprouts in the back of your mind–one planted by the thought of your friends seeing you like this: caked in blood and meat and digging around in your prey like the worms frantically fleeing the sinking ship that is its body!

Right, corrects the hunger growing ever stronger inside of you, they’re just like those wriggling worms, aren’t they? They’re all weaker than you–they can’t possibly understand how strong you are… and that makes them afraid!

It feels… GOOD!

The seed is stomped into the deep recesses of your burning brain as you feel your prey staggering with you inside it–the monster still clings to life even as you tear it to shreds! You can’t stop now! You need to prove yourself!

Stop? Why the hell would you ever do that!?

DON’T ROLL 1d100-11 (+4 Your friends…-15 YOU’RE FINE THE WAY YOU ARE!) TO SNAP OUT OF IT! THE BEST OF 3 WON’T BE TAKEN, SO DON’T BOTHER! YOU’RE FINE THE WAY YOU ARE RIGHT NOW! YOU’RE BETTER THAN FINE! YOU’RE FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC! YOU’RE THE GODDAMN UNIVERSE, BABY! THEY JUST DON’T SEE IT YET, BUT THEY WILL! DON’T YOU DARE ROLL!
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Rolled 25 - 11 (1d100 - 11)

>>5739098
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Rolled 44 - 11 (1d100 - 11)

>>5739098
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One more roll until Diesel am become vampire, destroyer of worlds.
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>>5739112
>WE were the secret vampire all along
What a twist! Someone get some garlic sausage and some Pope-approved communion wine in our spicy Irish-Italian face, fast, before we're too far gone!
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Rolled 75 + 11 (1d100 + 11)

>>5739098
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>>5739120
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>>5739120
That's the fucking ticket! Nice going, anon! Unfortunately I'm super wiped out from today so I'll update tomorrow after work... but damn fine rolling anyways!
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>>5739120
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>>5739113
Garlic won't work on us, pineapple however
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>>5739123
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>>5739126
Pineapple would just send us back into the Hunger.
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>>5739505
What about tuna and sweet corn?
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>>5739584
Mmmmm
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>>5739103
>>5739111
>>5739120
>HIGHEST ROLL: 65!
Writing! Thanks for being patient!
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YOU’Re fiNE! YOU’rE SoDa MN sTROnG THEY’Ll NEEd YoU TO… thEy neeD…NEed y ou…

You recall how close your friend just came to being killed in front of you, and In a moment of weakness, Raj’s words from before wriggle into your head:

Just focus on who YOU are, man… what makes Diesel DIESEL, y’know?

What makes Diesel Diesel, huh? Focusing as hard as you can on that question, you feel the stinging clouds surrounding your thoughts start to ease up a bit. What… what does make you you?

There’s the PIZZA PLACE, of course… the heat of the kitchen greeting your face as Uncle Emilio greets you with the usual enthusiastic ‘EEEEEYYY’ that nearly knocks the cigarette out of his mouth. The sweaty, hairy bear hug he always traps you in… and finally the chiding about how you aren’t eating enough.

That’s Diesel right there.

Then there’s Master Laika at your DOJO–your only refuge besides PIZZA MIND. The drills were tough, the master was strict, but at the end of the day sore muscles, drooping eyelids and a few cigarette burns were much better than what was waiting for you at school… or at home.

In these places you’re somebody. Not just a ‘new kid’ or a ‘little punk’. In these places you have power. In these places, you’re you.

DIESEL.

Here too, you realize as the fires of rage begrudgingly fade from your mind, you’re needed… you’ve got a PURPOSE! You’ve got people looking out for you–that need your help! That want you!

Girls. Boys. Friends. Rivals. Partners. Enemies. Everything’s connected, in a way, and all strings lead back to one thing:

DIESEL CRASH.

You open your eyes.

>CONTD.
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>>5739849
Blinking the coating of blood away, you find yourself lying on the floor next to a break in the railing surrounding the pit!

Diesel!?

Shaking off some of the fatigue from your body, you look around and see that Raj, Pepper, and even Rodney are gathered around you with genuine concern in their eyes!

… with a little fear mixed in too…

“Holy… holy shit, D…” Mutters your ‘rival’ as he wipes some sweat off of his brow onto one of his bloodstained jacket’s arms, “You good, man?”

You’re not really sure, you shrug, unable to think of a better answer! You saw that thing about to kill Raj an-

“You don’t gotta explain it, bro.” Raj interjects as he gives your shoulder a reassuring pat, “Whatever happened, you still managed to save my ass–that’s a win if ya’ ask me!”

Pepper’s the quietest of them all. Sensing you staring at her, the girl averts her eyes as a warm, trembling smile forms on her face!

“... you got him, Diesel.” She sighs in relief as she gestures to the break in the railing, “I don’t know how you did it, but you got his ass.”

Taking another steadying breath, she turns to face you with more resolve in her eyes. “And don’t worry: we’re gonna help you with whatever that was.”

“Damn right we are!” Nods Rodney before realizing how eager he sounds! “ERR, I mean… g-gotta keep our rivalry even, y’know? Can’t have ya’ cheatin’!”

“Glad you’re back with us, dude.” Raj remarks as he too gives you a grin! “You uh… you are back, right?”

You think you are… but something’s definitely changed... and something tells you it ain’t going back to normal any time soon!

CHANGES ARE HAPPENING…

Rising to unsteady feet, you look at the chamber around you and frown at the damages incurred by the fight–will the power still work?

“Didn’t have a chance to check yet.” Shrugs Pepper, “We were barely able to yank you outta’ that goon before he fell...”

You feel a pit form in your chest. So they saw that, huh?

“... there’s still more places to explore down here.” Replies Pepper as she looks back the way you entered from with an angry glint in her eyes. “And without that thing chasing us it’ll be a helluva lot easier to gather dirt on the sick bastards that ran this place…”

Motioning for you to follow, Raj and Pepper offer you their shoulders for support! Though you brush both of them off, they ignore you and help out anyways as Rodney brings up the rear!

Friends like these, huh…

>CONTD.
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>>5739853
JACKPOT!

Pumping her fist victoriously, Pepper’s trademark smug grin reappears as the monitor in the POWER STATION greets you with a dim, but functional glowing screen! Devoid of any of the graphics you’re used to in a computer, it still seems like someone could get it to work if they took a few minutes with it… where’s Hank or Cammy when you need ‘em?

“I can take a whack at it, dudes!” Explains Raj as he idly drums his fingers on the screen! “Done in a flash!”

“Thanks, Raj.” Pepper replies with a grateful nod before looking up at you. “Diesel, can I uh… can I talk to you real quick about something?”

Shit.

“An’ what the hell am I supposed ta’ do, huh!?” Whines Rodney as he swings his PICKAX around in frustration! “Sign up for the ‘CHOPPED LIVER CONVENTION’!? C’MOOON-”

“I would really appreciate it if you could scout ahead a bit, Rod…” Coos the girl as she bats her eyes at your rival. “You’re good at that… aren’t you?”

“W-well YEA!” Stammers the delivery boy, “C-course I am! Hey, don’t you worry, red–I’ll keep ya’ safe!”

A wink from Pepper is all it takes to get him to scamper off into the tunnel leading back to the LOBBY. With Raj shooting you a thumbs up as he works his magic on the terminal, you’re really not in any condition to argue as Pepper drags you deeper into the labyrinth of wires and machines!

Look, you begin, steadying yourself for the impending conversation with a long sigh, you-

You don’t manage to get the rest of the words out. Pinning you against one of the nearby machines with her entire body, Pepper wraps her arms around you and stands on her toes to press her lips against yours!

Oh boy...

Wh-what do!?
>LET HER HAVE HER KISS, BUT THAT’S IT!
>RECIPROCATE. HARD.
>PULL AWAY!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5739856
>LET HER HAVE HER KISS, BUT THAT’S IT!
I don't trust Mina OR Pepper. Pepper may be Best Girl, but she's also definitely trying to play with our emotions. Frankly, this might be a good time to ask her if she seriously thinks we're doing all this just to fool around later, and to remind her we're actually here because she's our friend and we care about her and the truth.

Now, maybe later, when we aren't working through a traumatic experience and emotional whiplash from two hot chicks simultaneously negging us for loyalty...
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>>5739856
>>WRITE-IN!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=laODfO86jyI
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>>5739856
>LET HER HAVE HER KISS, BUT THAT’S IT!
Ask what’s with the sudden change in behavior? Not that it isn’t appreciated. We need to know if her feelings are genuine. She also just saw us go psycho mode. If she seems hurt by our response, tell her that we’re still reeling from what we just did.
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>>5739862
>>5739863
>>5739867
>HUH WHUH
>LET HER, BUT THAT'S IT!
Writing!
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The gesture’s not exactly unwelcome, but with everything that’s happened since you’ve arrived on the island you just don’t have it in you to reciprocate. Gently pushing her coffee-scented lips away from yours, you notice a mixture of sadness and worry behind the girl’s blue eyes!

Sensing something in your gaze as well, Pepper quickly extracts herself from you and adjusts her skirt as she stares at her feet.

“... sorry… I know it’s a bad time…”

No shit, you reply as you struggle to understand what just happened, you just went psycho mode on that slasher and her first instinct is to kiss? She knows you aren’t doing all this investigating to fool around later, right? You don’t need, like, a reward for-

“It’s not a REWARD!” She snaps loud enough for Rodney to maybe hear and Raj to definitely hear! “It’s… shit, sandcrab… what WAS that back there?”

You don’t really know, you reply, silently fuming that you’re nowhere closer to figuring it out. All you know is that you started feeling it back at the mansion with those NOTWOLF things… and it’s been harder to resist since…

The redhead bites her lip as she looks up at your bloody face. “... I thought we lost you, Diesel. It looked BAD.

Her arms wrap around her midsection.

“I was worried... and then I was really relieved, okay?”

Yea, you sigh as you lean against the wall feeling a fresh headache coming on, you aren’t exactly thrilled either, okay? And if it weren’t for something Raj said earlier you probably wouldn’t be here complaining about it!

Resting against the wall next to you, the journalist stares at you with sympathy and embarrassment written on her face. “What did he say?”

Some crap about remembering what makes me me, you scoff as you hear the words out loud. Helped me keep things in perspective.

“We’re gonna find out everything, Diesel.” Pepper reassures you as a tiny grin slowly forms on her face. “And we’re gonna make sure you’re okay, too. That’s a promise.”

Hah! Promise! Well that seals the deal, doesn’t it?

She deflates a bit as the derisive comment hits her square in the gob.

“You’re… you’re right–we’ve got more important things to do right now.” She replies as her voice grows stern, “For us and everyone else trapped here.”

Pushing off of the wall, she takes a few steps back towards Raj before she turns your way again.

“Diesel?”

Yea?

The girl opens her mouth to say something, but ends up just shaking her head.

“Nevermind. Let’s roll.”

What you wouldn’t give to understand this crazy chick…

>CONTD.
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>>5739928
“Hey hey! Just in time, guys!”

Sensing your return long before you join him at the terminal, Raj mimics some triumphant fanfare as Rodney also returns from his journey!

“Place is creep-free, folks… got the whole place to ourselves!” His puffed-out chest sinks a bit. “Err, well… the LOBBY, at least…”

“Atta boy.” Replies Pepper before she turns her attention back to the skater. “Didja’ figure it out?”

“See for yourselves!” Announces the lab’s new electrician as he points to one of the lines of text on the dim screen!

GEOTHERMAL GENERATOR POWER SUPPLY ADEQUATE. BOOT? Y/N

“Torpedoes ready, dudes!” Smiles Raj as he steps aside for you to get a better look! “Ready to fire, that is!”

Cool, you frown, but what’s this gonna do anyways? Will it activate security? Lasers? DEATH ROBOTS?! Can we toggle that stuff?

“Probably,” Pepper answers with a shrug, “But we nearly died getting it ready and the on-site security seems to be out to lunch…”

Rod, you continue as you glance at your rival, did you notice anything different when you took your walk? Any open doors? New holes?

“Nope,” the sunglassed simpleton replies, “The big guy didn’t bust in through that AIRLOCK or anything… maybe he came in from that ESCAPE area or somethin’!”

Hm…

“We can always find another way into those labs, sandcrab.” Explains the redhead as she immediately catches on to your concern, “That way we won’t activate anything nasty…”

You’re not exactly a fan of stumbling around by headlamp light either, nor do you want to miss out on any info stored on lab computers… but still! RRRGH!

“Woah!” Remarks the newly-crowned electrician, “Don’t hit the screen, dude, you’ll bust it!”

Stupid ISLAND! Making you all PARANOID!

What’s the plan?
>POWER UP!
>KEEP IT OFF!

Also, where to next?
>THE LABS! (DIRECT ROUTE REQUIRES POWER)
>THE CANTEEN!
>THE ARMORY!
>THAT ESCAPE AREA!
>BACK TO THE GEOTHERMAL GENERATOR ROOM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5739930
>POWER UP!
>THE LABS! (DIRECT ROUTE REQUIRES POWER)
We need answers, damnit!
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>>5739930
>POWER UP!
I want to be able to have someone nearby to shut that power off quickly if needed. Whoever sabotaged this place shut that power down for a reason. There’s a good chance a facility like this has more security measures than just steel doors and guards…
>THE ARMORY!
I don’t really care for weapons. Something tells me it’s been looted already anyway. What I really want is a pair of radios. That’ll improve our flexibility so goddamn much. It might also let us listen in on Hauser’s goons.
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>>5739932
+1
We came for answers and we need them now more then ever
I feel we may have the same changes as the slasher so they may have answers on how to fix us
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Go ahead and switch me from >>5739938 to >>5739932

Also, please accept this as an apology for me rolling twice earlier in the thread like an asshat.

Team-Pepper bitches.
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>>5739957
Ncie art! Bestgirl is best.. But depending on how things play out, I'm okay with her being a best BUD while we go Team Mina or even simply abstain from putting our dick in crazy for once
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>>5739930
>POWER UP!
>THE LABS! (DIRECT ROUTE REQUIRES POWER)
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>>5739932
>>5739957
>>5739954
>>5739996
>POWER UP!
>LABS!

You got it! Writing!

>>5739957
Holy godDAMN, anon, I think you've made up for the twiceroll and THEN some because this looks fantastic! And pretty dang smug, too. Team Pepper is DANGEROUS...

Here's the scoop: Saturday is gonna be really busy for me so I can't promise many updates. I'll write one more tonight, but chances are I'll be doing more on SUNDAY at the earliest. Will let you know what happens!
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>>5739961
Thanks, anon.
>Spoiler
We’ll have to see how things play out from here. Turning into a creature of pure rage and annihilation will definitely put a hamper on romance of any kind.

>>5740002
Thanks, boss. Don’t work yourself too hard.
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Try as you might to reason your way out of it inside your head, you ultimately give Raj a nod. Light us up, bud.

FINALLY!” Exclaims Rodney as your ad-hoc computer whiz gets busy on the keyboard, “My eyes are startin’ ta’ hurt from relyin’ on this stupid HEADLAMP!

You’re about to tell him his dumb shades might be contributing to the problem too, but you know better than to try to reason with Rod… truth be told, you continue in a measured tone, you could really go for some answers right about now… and you’re willing to bet a few large pies that they’re waiting in those labs!

“Let’s just hope that no one trashed ‘em…” Grumbles Pepper as her face darkens just thinking about it! With a few more taps on the keyboard, Raj glances upwards as the sound of whirring, groaning machinery in the walls adds to the sound of rocks shifting outside–you just hope you have enough time before the whole place gets buried!

A moment later the room is lit by several yellow-tinted lights that were clearly picked for function over style! As you listen to the facility come to life around you, you feel a hint of a cool breeze wash over you as well–guess the ventilation is working too!

“About time–felt like a sauna in that generator room…” Running a hand through her sweaty red hair, Pepper is the first to investigate the tunnel.

“Hmmm….” She remarks, eyes narrowing like a cat’s.

What?

“Nothing…” The girl murmurs, “And I mean nothing--you guys see any CAMERAS or anything on those walls?”

A quick scan of the room tells you that no, you don’t… weird for a secret lab, right?

“Maybe they didn’t need ‘em?” Asks Raj as he clicks through the terminal some more! “I don’t see any options for them here…”

Sure, you scoff, or they’re HIDDEN. This whole place reeks of a TRAP!

“Let’s just keep an eye out for a terminal the SECURITY GUARDS would’ve used, then.” Suggests Pepper as she takes a few cautious steps back towards the LOBBY. “Didn’t see a working one on our way in, but that might be our best option…”

Yep, you sigh, out of the frying pan…

As you and the others retrace your steps, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched… even without the cameras!

>CONTD.
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“See!? Toldja!”

True to Rodney’s word, the LOBBY is pretty much how you left it–with the darkness replaced by calm blue light fixtures, however, the entrance exudes a much more welcoming atmosphere!

… aside from the pools of blood, massive scrapes in the metal walls, and the unidentifiable pieces of gore lying around like toys in a kid’s playpen. Leading the charge towards the AIRLOCK you noticed earlier, your breath catches a bit as you find it still completely secured… but built into the wall to the right of the massive door sits a KEYCARD READER–its surface lit up and ready for an appropriate sacrifice!

“Aw CRIPES,” groans your rival, “We gotta track down a KEYCARD now too?! That’s it–back to the cart tracks, we’re walkin’!”

Not so fast, you mutter as you fish out the KEYCARD you pilfered from Mr. Hauser’s office desk! You think you’ve got just the thing for this conundrum!

“Careful, chief…” Hisses Pepper as she preemptively scans the ceiling and walls for any changes, “There’s no telling what’ll happen if it’s the wrong card…”

Welp, you shrug, you’ve already had a lifetime’s-worth of near-death experiences tonight… What's one more for the pile? Twirling the card between your fingers, you give your pals a quiet nod before pressing it against the scanner!

Descending from the ceiling comes a quartet of sleek, sci-fi-esque TURRETS! Locking on to you and your friends with a cheerful ‘BEEP’, you only have time to make a confused grunt before they zap you all into piles of ashes!

“... that’s kinda grim, chief.”

“Yea… don’t joke about that, dude!” Chides Raj as he shakes his head with disapproval! “You’re gonna freak me out here!”

“Typical D humor!” Rodney remarks as the huge metal pistons built into the airlock begin to retract! “He’s a real class act, this guy!”

Pfft, you remark as the door continues to open at a glacial pace in front of you, so much for lightening the mood a little! Tough crowd! You’re just about to crouch under the door and go on ahead when a slab of bloody meat falls to the floor in front of you!

WOAH!” Raj exclaims as you step to the side of the puddle of dark blood oozing out from what you assume is a human organ, “Grody!”

“Must’ve been stuck on the inside of the door…” Observes Pepper as you enter the checkpoint beyond the airlock, “Poor bastard was probably trapped…”

“You… you don’t think that’s gonna happen to us, right!?” Stammers Rodney as he adjusts his shades after they nearly fall off his trembling head!

Nah, you reassure him, you wouldn’t let him suffer like that.

“Thanks, D, you’re a real o-HEY!

>CONTD.
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It takes even longer for the other end of the airlock to open, and while the smell in the room before was pretty rank, this one is-

“Holy COW, it smells like a pig’s butthole warmed over in here!” Hisses Rodney as he and Raj fan the air with their MINING HELMETS!

Yea, you agree as you struggle to avoid dry-heaving, you were gonna say something like that!

The culprit, or culprits lie ahead of you: arranged in a neat little circle around bits of cloth and fabric are several chunks of meat covered in flies and other creepy-crawlies… almost like it was something’s DEN!

“Looks cozy, huh, chief?” Asks Pepper as she sends a small grin your way! Yea, you scoff, prime real estate they got here…

Though the nest blocks the way into what is labeled ‘LAB C, the path branches off into two other directions–to the RIGHT sits the entrance to LAB B, and to the LEFT lies LAB A!

“Can I uh… can I vote here?” Asks Rodney as you weigh your options. Can you stop him?

“Nope!” He replies with a hint of misplaced pride in his voice! “Can we NOT go THAT way?”

Following your fellow pizza boy’s finger with your eyes leads you to LAB B–and you can kinda understand his apprehension! Globs of what you assume is spit and clumps of short, rigid hairs are caught in gossamer strings of what seem like webs… a feature LAB A’S entrance is lacking.

“My money’s on LAB C having the goods…” Observes Pepper with that journalistic glint returning to her eye, “But we oughta’ check ‘em all out just to be thorough, slick.”

We’re committing CORPORATE ESPIONAGE, not going SHOPPING, you counter! She has a bit of a point, though–you should choose something while you’re not being actively attacked…

Where to?
>LAB A! IT SEEMS CLEANER AND MAYBE FRIENDLIER!
>LAB B! IT’S DIRTY, BUT SO’S YOUR ROOM AT HOME… AND YOU’RE AN OKAY GUY!
>DIG THROUGH THE ‘DEN’ INTO LAB C’S ENTRANCE!
>LET’S GO BACK–I WANNA CHECK ANOTHER ROOM FIRST!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5740027
>DIG THROUGH THE ‘DEN’ INTO LAB C’S ENTRANCE!
Room A is either the Slasher's room or still occupied, Room B is probably the Notbug's room, room C seems to be blocked off, indicating some sort of preservation.
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>>5740027
>DIG THROUGH THE ‘DEN’ INTO LAB C’S ENTRANCE!
Wonder if any of the poor bastards survived. Recruiting a turncoat who knows some things would be nice. Or just someone to interrogate.
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>>5739856
That's sexual assault, Pepper. As expected of worst girl.

>>5740027
>LAB A! IT SEEMS CLEANER AND MAYBE FRIENDLIER!
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>>5740027
>DIG THROUGH THE ‘DEN’ INTO LAB C’S ENTRANCE!
Checking the other labs might alert the creatures in the nest, best to at least try for the element of surprise
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>>5740027
>DIG THROUGH THE ‘DEN’ INTO LAB C’S ENTRANCE!
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>>5740028
>>5740031
>>5740067
>>5740434
>LAB C!

>>5740036
>LAB A :3

We're back! Maybe! There's a slight chance of my internet cutting out today/tomorrow, so we'll see what we can do in the interim! Writing!
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You’ve never been one to avoid an opportunity to piss off Rodney, and all weird shit aside, today is no exception! Motioning the others towards the foul-smelling nest, you raise a finger to your lips and proceed closer!

“Aw man, REALLY, D?! C’MOOOON!”

There goes any element of surprise you had… with that advantage shattered into pieces like an old plate, you give your fellow pizza boy an irate eyeroll! Does he not see the gross nest right here?

“Oh I see it alright!” Counters your rival as his face scrunches up in exaggerated disgust, “And I smelled it a few rooms ago! You really wanna run into whatever made that!?”

Look, you huff, Pepper might be unhinged, you explain as the girl in question starts taking selfies with the bits of meat decorating the den, but she’s right–if this lab is somewhat blocked off that means something important and intact might be in there!

Rodney crosses his arms as a sour look forms on his face.

Alright, you shrug, he can go check out another lab on his own! Raj and Pep are coming, right guys?

“Yep!” Chirps Pepper like a dog about to go for a walk!
“Uh-huh!” Adds Raj with the usual enthusiasm!

“D’awww come OOON!” Rodney whines as the three of you put on your GAS MASKS before creeping through the mass of hair, meat, and other foul unidentifiable building blocks, “You’re… you’re gonna need me! I saved everyone from dat’ Aussie back there and… ah damn it, WAIT FER’ ME!

Delving into the twisted beaver dam is about as pleasant as you’d expect–the gas masks do little to dull the scent of death around you. Even more unpleasant, however, is the thought of what made this thing… and is it still around?

“Doubt it.” Mutters Pepper as she keeps pace with your crawling. “Too small for the big guy and those bug things don’t like light…”

So what, you frown, is she thinking it’s the wolves?

“Hope so!” She replies as you continue to work your way through the nest, “I’ve had enough surprises for today, thanks!”

You and me both, you nod. Pushing away a chunkier pile of hair, you instinctively tumble backwards as a half-eaten skull falls in front of you!

>CONTD.
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>>5741517
“Holy SHIT!” Sputters Raj as he falls back into Rodney!

“Eeugh…” Pepper observes before giving the still-fleshy body part a wide berth before continuing. How the hell is she so calm around all this gore!?

“Seen a few bodies before, is all.” The redhead shrugs as you cautiously continue, “Not my first rodeo, skip.”

The answer causes a frown to form on your face. What’s that supposed to mean?

“The uh… ORANGE CLIFFS PD doesn’t really like me hanging around crime scenes anymore.” She explains with an irritated sigh. “I say you aren’t a real reporter until you’ve done a homicide story!”

“Oh yea!” Laughs Raj, “That clip of you being removed that one time went viral on MeTube--good shit, man!”

“It’s not MY fault the coroner’s office just leaves doors unlocked! They should be thanking me!”

This girl…

After you’ve dug through enough MEAT DEN to last a lifetime, you finally emerge on the other side like a moth out of a really grody cocoon! Getting your bearings, you find yourself just inside a thick metal lab door propped open by the den… but in front of you lies something out of a World War 1 documentary!

“Hot DOG!” Exclaims Pepper as she gleefully starts taking pictures, “It’s like a FIELD HOSPITAL!

You couldn’t have said it better yourself–ahead of you is a maze of tarp dividers with the Hauser Pharmaceuticals logo emblazoned on their dull gray-blue sides!

Peeking inside the nearest one, you find yourself staring at a hospital cot soiled with old brown and black stains… you don’t have it in you to try and find out what they are. Old IV Drips stand like grim statues next to the cots, and atop some old crash carts you notice surgical tools that look like something out of a medieval torturer’s dungeon!

Which reminds you… you’ve gotta set up that dentist appointment once you get outta here!

“See anything?” Asks Raj as Pepper flits from hospital bed to hospital bed like a psychotic butterfly!

“And THEN some!” She replies with a manic giggle! “This whole room screams ‘WAR CRIMES’! It’ll be a front-pager for sure!”

“Pleasure’s all mine, red!” Replies Rodney as he watches the girl bounce around like a creepy uncle at the playground. You cringe–not just because of Rodney, but at Pepper’s rampant journaling. Something tells you Mina’s not gonna be cool with her gathering more dirt…

>CONTD.
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Making your way down the rows, you feel a cold finger run down your spine as you notice one more item of note: at the end of the field hospital lies another massive airlock! Letting your pals continue to snoop around the medical equipment, you take out your KEYCARD one more time and press it against the scanner!

Drawn over by the hissing and groaning of the door’s mechanisms, Pepper, Raj, and Rodney all join you as you wait for it to open…

What greets you inside blows the rest of your revelations out of the water!

“Is…” Stammers Rodney as he peeks over his shades, “What… what the hell IS that, D?”

“Looks like somethin’ out of a sci-fi flick!” Observes Raj as his eyes bulge out from underneath his bangs!

Pepper remains silent as she mashes the button on her camera with her mouth agape!

You, on the other hand, are still more or less lucid. Rod and Raj are right, you nod as you lead the way in, there’s only one thing it could be…

A PORTAL!

“A p-p-portal!?!” Rodney sputters as you enter the lab’s comparatively sleeker and more modern interior, “L-like teleportation or some shit!?”

Yea, you nod, that shit! Though smaller than the room behind you, the lab is dwarfed by a colossal rectangular gate cobbled together with wires and machines that make your head spin just looking at them!

A metal bridge extends across a small ‘moat’ filled with more unfamiliar gizmos, but no doubt about it–someone, or someTHING is definitely meant to walk into whatever this machine produces!

… or it would if it was still working! While the rest of the labs seemed to be in working order, all things considered, the ‘TELEPORTER’ and the console next to the bridge are utterly TRASHED! Kaput! Gone! DONE!

“I was wondering when we’d see some actual sabotage here…” Purrs Pepper as she slinks up next to you and takes a few pics of the machine. How the hell can she be so calm, you growl in an incredulous tone! It’s a dead-end!

SANDCRAB.” The girl states as she stares you dead in the eyes, “This right here is the biggest breadcrumb on the trail yet. THIS,” she continues as she places a hand on your shoulder and sweeps her other arm across the room, “THIS is just another step in the truth… and it’s a HUGE one!”

“Found a computer, dudes!”

>CONTD.
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>>5741520
The redhead gives you a ‘told-ya-so’ smirk and a wink before skipping over to Raj. Nestled past a square of massive blank monitors and inside a shell of a hard, plastic window and metal sits some kind of WORK AREA– its counters littered with scientific instruments, abandoned cups of stale coffee, a crusty coffee maker, and, most importantly…

“Here it is!” The skater announces as he gives the computer a pat! Pressing the power button on the tower, you’re quickly rewarded with a spinning ‘LABTECH’ logo before a login screen appears!

“Guess someone forgot to turn it off, huh?” Asks Rodney as he scratches his head. “Any idea what the password might be?”

Unlike the last one, this computer at least seems to have a ‘FORGOT MY PASSWORD’ command… but whether that’ll work or not remains to be seen…

What do you enter?
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>INDIANA52
>PASSWORD
>4321
>ADMIN
>SCIENCERULES
>CLICK ‘FORGOT PASSWORD’
>SCREW THIS, GO INVESTIGATE THE HOSPITAL ROOM MORE!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5741522
Oh god fucking damn it okay so to be clear there isn't a fucking MEWTWO in the portal thing--I'm just still really friggin tired and didn't wanna draw a whole big broken portal device. Sorry, folks, no pokemon.

YET

Also expect update to be a little sparse today--still tired as all hell.

>>5740036
>Sexual assault
Don't worry, we'll roll to see how the lawsuit goes in the epilogue assuming Pepper survives that long
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>>5741522
>INDIANA52
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>>5741522
>>INDIANA52
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>>5741522
>INDIANA52
Worth a go.
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>>5741533
>>5741552
>>5741566
>INDIANA52!
Writing!
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Staring at the screen like it owed you money, a revelation flashes through your brain–of COURSE!

Dramatically shoving Raj out of the way, you rapidly type a familiar phrase into the password box!
Nada.

“You should probably click that ‘show password’ button, chief-”

Yea, yea, you know, okay!? Clicking said button, you hide your embarrassment with an annoyed groan as you realize what you typed:

INDIANS52

“Ohhh… you’re trying that password we found in the toilet earlier, huh?” The girl asks as her eyes light up with recognition! “That’s the ticket!” Her smile sinks a bit. “Pretty sure it wasn’t ‘indians’ though-”

It’s this dumb keyboard–the keys are really thin so you pressed the wrong one! UUUGH! Correcting your mistake, you enter the CORRECT code this time and click ‘LOGIN’ with a smug grin on your face!

Nope.

“Mmmaybe you’ve got capslock on?”

No, Raj, you groan, you don’t have CAPSLOCK on! Retrieving the TOILET NOTE from your pocket, you show it off to all of your friends! See?! It’s fine!

“That one must go somewhere else then…” Muses the redhead as she peers at the paper with disdain! “Weird.”

Yea, you agree, you were certain the QM was just having the plot roll with whatever the players picked to streamline everything… but you guess not!

“Well think of somethin’ else, then!” Orders Rodney impatiently from behind you! “I don’t wanna be around if we get the password wrong too many times!”

Barely suppressing the urge to shove his dumb face through the monitor, you take a look at the password hint below the box:

‘SHOW T_ _ _ A _ _’

Huh.

“HEH! Don’t worry, red,” Boasts Rodney as he tries and fails to push past you, “I’LL figure it out for us!”

“Ooh, bold!” she replies with a smug grin and a glint in her eyes, “Hey, I’ll give a PRIZE to whoever figures it out first!”

Oh goddamn it… now you HAVE to beat Rodney!

What’s the password?! YOU HAVE ONE SHOT BEFORE RODNEY FIGURES IT OUT! AAAAH!
>SHOW THEM ART
>SHOW THEM ASS
>SHOW THEM ALL
>SHOW THEM ABS
>SHOW THEM ADS
>SHOW THEM ARM
>SHOW THEM ANT
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>>5741620
>SHOW THEM ALL

None of the others would make sense for a secret laboratory
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>>5741620
>SHOW THEM ANTS ALL ADS OF ART'S ARM, ABS AND ASS
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>>5741624
>none of the others would make sense
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>>5741624
Support

Nothing like a good rant.
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>>5741624
+1
Even if we get it wrong its not like Rodney has the brain cells to figure it out
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>>5741624
This.
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>>5741620
>>SHOW THEM ALL
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>>5741624
>>5741642
>>5741643
>>5741689
>>5741692
>SHOW THEM ALL!

>>5741639
>MASH IT ALL TOGETHER!

Writing!

>>5741643
>It's not like Rodney has the brain cells
Watch it, buddy--you're playing with fire here
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There’s really only one password you can think of with that hint and a secret lab… sticking your tongue out in concentration, you type in what you hope is the right password!

You don’t wanna imagine what would happen if the stars aligned and Rodney actually guessed right...

SHOW THEM ALL

A cheerful beep confirms your correct guess as the computer opens up to a sparsely-populated desktop! Got it!

“Yea, uh…” Stammers Rodney as he re-pops his garish collar, “I was… I was gonna guess that too.”

Yea right! So about that PRIZE-

Before you can finish, Pepper stands on her toes and gives your hair a playful tousle! Huh.

“Congratulations, sandcrab! Now crack open some of these files before someone cuts the power!”

Ever heard of the word ‘PLEASE’? When the girl responds by leaping for the keyboard, you spring into action and bodycheck her away! Landing in a pile of data sheets and spent coffee cups with a girly yelp, the redhead is doomed to look over your shoulder as you peruse your options!

First, the bad: checking the INTERNET CONNECTION yields predictable results. Either someone didn’t pay the Wifi bill or the island’s antenna still hasn’t been fixed yet… even with a FLOOGLE WEB BROWSER icon sitting on the desktop, double-clicking it gives you the usual ‘NO INTERNET CONNECTION’ message along with that little game were you jump over mushrooms with an ostrich!

… you’ll play that when the others aren’t looking.

There’s plenty more to sample from, though–three recent text files respectively dubbed ‘LOG1, LOG2,’ and ‘LOG 3’ lie strewn about the desktop along with two vaguely-named executable files: ‘RUN’ and ‘DOOR’.

Another executable named ‘BIRTHDAY’ sits in the corner underneath an icon of a SECURITY CAMERA. You can guess what that’s for! The camera one, that is. You don’t have a clue what the birthday file will do…

One more text document titled ‘BIOGRAPHY’ catches your eye… seems like some decent reading too!

There’s also the ‘COMPUTER’ icon in case you wanted more info about the operating system, accounts, nerd shit like that. You’re not exactly a computer whiz, so chances are you could probably change the computer’s color or something from there too if you wanted!

What’s FIRST?
>RUN THE BIRTHDAY FILE!
>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
>RUN THE DOOR FILE!
>RUN THE RUN FILE!
>READ THE LOGS!
>CHECK OUT THE BIOGRAPHY FILE–HUH… IT LAGGED A BIT HOVERING OVER IT!
>CLICK THE COMPUTER ICON!
>LEAVE TO EXPLORE A LITTLE MORE–THE COMPUTER WILL STILL BE ON WHEN YOU RETURN!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5741731
>RUN THE BIRTHDAY FILE!
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>>5741731
>>RUN THE BIRTHDAY FILE!

>>5741620
PEPPER YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! STOP PLAYING WITH DIESEL'S FEELS DAMMIT!!!
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>>5741731
>RUN THE BIRTHDAY FILE!

>>5741737
She wants us on-side, and also has feelings for us, so she ain't gonna' stop unless she stops liking us or we give her a REAL telling-off.
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>>5741731
>RUN THE BIRTHDAY FILE!
Hehe Bones Quest references.

>>5741737
>Spoiler
Raj all but confirmed that Pepper actually does have feelings for Diesel. I also believe she was being genuine with her feelings when she kissed him earlier. I think what we need to do is have a talk with her about being open and honest about things from now on. Not that I think she’s lying to us about anything at the moment. We can start by telling her about that fight we got into in our past, which was hinted at last thread when we were investigating the bathroom (it’ll also give us some Diesel backstory).
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>>5741735
>>5741737
>>5741751
>>5741771
>I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN
Writing!

>>5741737
>>5741751
You underestimate the power of journalistic autism
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Recovering from her spill with a haughty look on her face, Pepper stomps over just in time to see you move the mouse towards the ‘BIRTHDAY’ FILE!

“Birthday, huh?” She remarks as her anger quickly fades, “Good thinking, sandcrab–maybe it’ll shed some light on who’s running this circus!”

Right, you reply nodding slowly, that’s… that’s exactly why you were gonna click it! Waiting for your friends to lean in closer, you double-click the file and brace yourself as the system freezes for a moment!

… before plunging the whole room into utter DARKNESS!

Letting out a synchronized yelp, you freeze up like a puddle in a snowstorm while not one, not two, but all THREE of your dumbass friends–well, two friends and one RODNEY, jump and cling to you for safety!

Before you can chokeslam the latter for breathing garlic breath into your ear, the lab explodes with a rainbow of seizure-inducing lights as PARTY HATS fall from the ceiling along with showers of shiny confetti!

Paralyzed in complete and utter confusion, you become even more gobsmacked when a window on the computer opens revealing ASCII art of a blue cat dancing to a familiar song:

https://youtu.be/qePeg9kmiNE

“Woah, cool!” Raj remarks, letting go of you as you shake Rodney and Pepper off, “Who’s birthday is it?!”

The answer appears on-screen before you can make a snarky response. You and the others read it as you boogie down to the music:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAR ‘R’!
YOU KNOW YOU’RE A STAR!
YOU’RE COOL! YOU’RE CUTE! THE SMARTEST BY FAR!
SOON THE WHOLE WORLD WILL KNOW JUST HOW FANTASTIC YOU ARE!


You’re not sure how long you danced for, but eventually the confetti runs out and the lights return to their usual cool blue hue!

“Phew!” Pants the redhead as she straightens out her skirt, “That was fun!”

I’LL say!” Nods Rodney as he wipes his shades on his sleeve! “You know how to dance, Red…”

“Never heard of anyone named ‘R’ before!” Adds Raj as he wipes the sweat off of his brow! “All the people I know usually have longer names, but I’ve never really been abroad or anything…” The mirth in the skater’s face slowly fades into worry!

“Bros…I just realized how unworldly I am… I think we need to plan, like, a road trip… but, like, around the WORLD! Think of all the cool stuff and culture we’d learn abou-”

We can talk about trips after we survive tonight, okay? For now let’s just focus on the COMPUTER!

What’s NEXT?
>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
>RUN THE DOOR FILE!
>RUN THE RUN FILE!
>READ THE LOGS!
>CHECK OUT THE BIOGRAPHY FILE–HUH… IT LAGGED A BIT HOVERING OVER IT!
>CLICK THE COMPUTER ICON!
>LEAVE TO EXPLORE A LITTLE MORE–THE COMPUTER WILL STILL BE ON WHEN YOU RETURN!
>WRITE-IN!

Also,
WHO WEARS PARTY HATS?
>EVERYONE!
>RAJ!
>DIESEL!
>PEPPER!
>RODNEY!
>NO ONE!
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>>5741863
>READ THE LOGS!
>EVERYONE!
Any chance there were these things falling from the ceiling? Or any other noisemakers?
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>>5741863
>>READ THE LOGS!
>>EVERYONE!
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>>5741863
>READ THE LOGS!
>EVERYONE!
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>>5741863
>READ THE LOGS!
>EVERYONE!
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>>5741863
>READ THE LOGS!
>EVERYONE!
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>>5741877
>>5741880
>>5741885
>>5741904
>>5742020
>LOOOOOGS
>ERRYONE

You predictable motherfuckers and your hats... writing!

>>5741877
There was one, but it popped when it hit the ground since the string caught on, like, the floor or something. They don't make 'em like they used to
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Alright, you lied a bit about that ‘focusing on the computer’ part. Securing one of the gaudy red PARTY HATS to your head by the shitty elastic string attached to it that’s totally gonna snap and hit you in the eye, you rejoin your comrades at the computer looking fresher than a pizza right outta’ the oven!

“You’re pokin’ my face, red…” Whines Rodney as he struggles to defeat the pompom poking him in the cheek. YOU’RE TRYING TO READ! ZIP IT!

“Ready when you are, slick!” Announces the aforementioned ‘Red’ as she points her camera at the monitor! Stealing the SWIVEL STOOL before anyone else can nab it, you start with LOG 1!

An Interdimensional Matter Displacement Device. I had my doubts when Hauser claimed to have built one, of course, but upon hearing he had acquired the design from what he claimed to be an Atlantean Research Base, well… my curiosity was piqued, to say the least.

Seeing the gate with my own eyes I’ll admit I felt another stroke of utter GENIUS welling up inside me! Yes, the device was akin to a Kindergartener building a baking soda and vinegar volcano, but who was I to refuse?

A fully-stocked lab staffed with a full complement of dutiful minions is a far cry from that Egyptian prison cell. I began work immediately, of course–the first stop was what one of my not-so-subservient drones referred to as a ‘neighboring dimension’ boasting ‘rich and promising flora and fauna’.

How utterly STERILE his description was! Like describing the ocean as a ‘big puddle’! I led the first survey team myself and was utterly enthralled by what I saw: vines bigger than redwoods towering above in vast canopies! Plants emitting scents no human nose has ever sampled! Vast land masses floating through a nigh-infinite abyss like pollen through the air!

Hauser was not impressed at first–’too swampy for rich minerals’, he claimed! ‘Too dangerous’, he claimed! Idiotic piggy bank. Only after I enticed him with the prospect of new medicines and treatments these alien plants and animals could provide did he relent…

I’m leading the next expedition myself… that abhorrent Australian has volunteered himself as well. The environment is stable enough to establish an outpost–once the drones are finished with that we’ll be able to get some REAL work done!

A new, unspoiled dimension ripe for the picking… I think I’ll name it after myself…


>CONTD.
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>>5742336
By the time you click on LOG 2 you’ve already got a pretty decent picture in your head of this mysterious ‘R’...

Once again my predictions have proven to be completely and utterly infallible. A lesser scholar would probably grow weary of always being correct, but what is the scientific process if not rubbing your detractor’s tear-laden faces through the mud with your discoveries?

The border world is primitive. Untamed. It reminds me of my school days, in a way–painfully droll with fleeting bouts of minor excitement. The dimension’s inhabitants are brutish creatures–pack hunters, scavengers, nothing sentient among the lot of them–another parallel to my days in academia. It was only after the outpost was finished, however, when I made my BRILLIANT DISCOVERY!

One of the drones came stumbling into camp–I never bothered to learn his name. Panicked and babbling like a madman, it was only after one of his peers opened his cleansuit that we found it–a mass of annelids burrowing into his flesh! Taking a sample for study, I left the laborers to their labor and immediately began analyzing the newcomer.

My initial findings were dull, to be frank: the organism shared many similarities with parasitic worms in our own dimension: hookworms, ringworms, tapeworms–mere nuisances to modern medicine. It was only after one of the workers pleaded for me to help their colleague that I truly made a breakthrough!

I joined the rest in the medical tent and watched with glee at what I observed! Upon entering the worker’s flesh, the worms began to multiply–to grow! The medic’s tools could barely penetrate the thick sinew and scales that formed as the annelids spread throughout the body!

Like most things in life, the process ended in disappointment. One of the Australian’s men disrupted the process with a bullet to the host’s brain–’Hartley’ was his name… I NEVER forget someone that wronged me.

When I presented my findings to Hauser, the old man provided a compromise: his company would acquire test subjects–ones that weren’t Hauser employees. I acquiesced if only to strike while the iron was hot.

We began with animal testing, of course. Orange Cliffs, for all its endemic degeneracy and idiocy, is rife with fresh subjects–stray dogs, mostly, though many of them came to the lab with collars, not that I care. Children get replacements for everything these days, what’s another dog?


>CONTD.
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Initial tests proved uninspiring. Host musculature and dermal protection increased as the parasite settled in, but at a certain point the parasite’s symbiosis gave way to… confusion.

The host sprouted tentacles, hooklike teeth, vestigial appendages that only served to hinder the new organism… and how STUPID they were! Combat trials against Hauser Security personnel ended as well as one might expect: a trained combatant had the advantage in every test… until the organisms were allowed to work in PACKS…

I made sure Hartley’s name was on the roster for that trial. His death (along with his squadmates) provided crucial data. First, the pack hunters (ALPHAS as I’ve elected to designate them) have VORACIOUS appetites–upon making a kill they will devour almost every part of their prey, be it bone, gristle, or even weaponry. Effective in closed combat environments, but ultimately more of a liability than anything else. No private or government military would want them. Upsetting.

My second revelation, however, was that despite being parasitic in nature, the annelids (Dubbed R PARASITE) appear to operate under some sort of HIVE MIND… the more ALPHAS we added to the combat exercise, the better they performed.

It was time to proceed to human testing. Hauser resisted, of course. Said it was too early. So did his bootlicker from ‘Down Unda’, to use the parlance of our times. It’s to be expected, of course–the ignorant will always stand in opposition to the enlightened. Hauser stood firm until I showed him the data… after that he was all too eager to gather more strays for me to play with… this time of the human variety.

Failures. Failures, failures, FAILURES! Where they failed in life these subjects failed TENFOLD upon receiving my gift–surely there was something wrong with their physiology… Why was it that R PARASITE was so adverse to their bodies?! It was simple, or so I thought: malnutrition, drug use, illnesses… it all must have been interfering with the parasite’s growth! When I presented my grievances to Hauser he denied my requests for healthier subjects… How can a man so motivated by profit have such a CONSCIENCE!? Deplorable!

Science is founded on sacrifice… no one knows that better than I. There was a lab drone of mine… ‘Mika’ I believe her name was… spent most of her lab time watching my every move and constantly asking me personal questions with that mewling, stammering voice of hers… a mosquito in human clothing.

She was all too eager to accept an invitation to an after hours rendezvous with me in the lab. Disgusting thing. Her life proved to not be completely useless, however, because as her flesh warped into arachnid-like chitin and hairy appendages just like the vagrants before her, I realized my error:

We were working with adolescent parasites. I needed to locate the source.


>CONTD.
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You almost don’t want to continue to the last log, but you’ve come this far! Waiting for Pepper and the rest to finish reading, you save your comments for later as you open the final log…

Eureka! This lab has outlived its usefulness to me–Hauser has approved the construction of SITE B according to MY specifications. He will get his super soldiers, yes… but I will gain so much more…

Pepper blinks in confusion as you try to scroll further down the text document. That’s uh, you mutter, that’s all, folks.

“So… so those things we’ve been fighting…” Stammers Raj with an uncharacteristic solemness in his tone, “... those were dogs? And people?”

He shouldn’t think about it too hard, you reply as you slowly become aware of what might be inside you right now, it’ll just make it harder to survive tonight…

“... Diesel,” Pepper mutters as she looks up at you from her camera with worry on her face, “You don’t think-”

Look, you interrupt, whoever wrote this dumb diary is probably still on the island… and so is this ‘SITE B’! They wouldn’t dare put it somewhere else, right?

The girl doesn’t answer you. Seeing her concern just makes you feel worse–you’ve gotta do something else right now. ANYTHING!

>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
>RUN THE DOOR FILE!
>RUN THE RUN FILE!
>CHECK OUT THE BIOGRAPHY FILE–HUH… IT LAGGED A BIT HOVERING OVER IT!
>CLICK THE COMPUTER ICON!
>LEAVE TO EXPLORE A LITTLE MORE–THE COMPUTER WILL STILL BE ON WHEN YOU RETURN!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5742340
>>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
>CHECK OUT THE BIOGRAPHY FILE–HUH… IT LAGGED A BIT HOVERING OVER IT!
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>>5742340
>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
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>>5742340
>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
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>>5742340
>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!

Better make sure Choppy isn't pulling Itself (herself?) together.

Although if I were a narcissistic scientist my biography would be... important.
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>>5742340
>CHECK OUT THE SECURITY CAMERAS!
>RUN THE DOOR FILE!
>RUN THE RUN FILE!
>CHECK OUT THE BIOGRAPHY FILE–HUH… IT LAGGED A BIT HOVERING OVER IT!
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>>5742342
>>5742353
>>5742356
>>5742358
>>5742359
THE TALLY:
>SECURITY CAMERAS: 5
>BIOGRAPHY: 2
>DOOR FILE: 1
>RUN FILE: 1
Writing!
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Eager to take your mind off of what you just read, you shift your attention to the SECURITY CAMERA app on the desktop and give it a few clicks! To your surprise you find that despite having coverage across the entire lab and access to DOOR functions, all of the cameras are currently turned off.

As are the ‘TURRET’ functions paired with them…

“Hm…” Remarks Pepper as she leans over you to get a better look, “Any saved footage?”

Worth a look, you mutter as you root around in the app’s menu! Try as you might, however, your investigation bears little fruit: as you expected its history is wiped clean!

“Someone didn’t want to leave any evidence, huh?” Asks Rodney as he too leans in for a better look.

Sure, you retort, but why is that deleted and the logs aren’t? Doesn’t make any sense!

“Ya think they just did it on their phone or something?” Shrugs Raj as he leans in as well and makes your already crowded space even MORE crowded! “My folks have a security app for the store–they always check it at home and stuff.”

The phones aren’t working though, you add, so that’d mean they did it a while ago… or earlier tonight!

“So whoever this is must have let some critters out from here…” Suggests Pepper as she works through it word by word, “But this app only controls doors and security… What if those monsters were in cages? How would they be let out remotely?”

Dunno, you shrug, but you’ll probably get an idea if you check out those other labs… the real question is: do we wanna turn the cameras back on?

“I dunno, man,” Raj shudders as he continues to stare at the monitor, “If someone’s still on the app they might see us messin’ with it…”

“But our phones aren’t working, remember.” Counters Pepper as she points to her own cellular device! “So how would anyone connect?”

“Oh yea, huh…” The skater replies with a bashful smile on his face! “Well yea, guess that’d be fine then!”

“Wait…” The redhead interrupts as her expression darkens, “There’s a few cameras in here--see?”

“Wha? No there ain’t!”

“I mean on the computer.” The girl corrects as she points Rodney away from the ceiling and towards the deactivated camera feed marked ‘LAB A CONTROL’. “If those turrets activate automatically, well…” She turns to you with a sheepish grin. “Just uh… make sure to turn ‘em off quick, yea?”

What do?
>KEEP ‘EM OFF!
>TURN ‘EM ON!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5742411
>>KEEP ‘EM OFF!
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>>5742411
>KEEP ‘EM OFF!
Nnnnoooope.
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>>5742411

>WRITE-IN
Let's stick some tape or something over the cameras in here, then turn them on.
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>>5742411
Supporting >>5742447
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>>5742447
Genius. Let them do some work in the other rooms. They’ll either let us know if things are clear, or else clear them. We can shut them off afterward.
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>>5742447
Hm, alright, not a bad idea.

>>5742411
Supporting that, if we have the means. I was >>5742423 (was out and about) but I'm changing my vote.
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>>5742447
Changing to >>5742447
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>>5742447
>>5742460
>>5742465
>>5742511
>>5742418
>TAPE 'EM UP!

It's a bit hard to locate them since they aren't out right now, so we're gonna ROLL for it! Don't worry--shouldn't be too tough!
>ROLL ME 4d100 TO FIND AND TAPE UP THE CAMERAS IN THE LAB! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: -2(+1 KNOWS THEY'RE HERE, -3 DEACTIVATED/HIDDEN)
>PEPPER: +3 (+5 SNOOPIN' BONUS, +1 KNOWS THEY'RE HERE, -3 DEACTIVATED/HIDDEN)
>RAJ: -2(+1 KNOWS THEY'RE HERE, -3 DEACTIVATED/HIDDEN)
>RODNEY: -2(+1 KNOWS THEY'RE HERE, -3 DEACTIVATED/HIDDEN)
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Rolled 57, 54, 50, 20 = 181 (4d100)

>>5742546
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Rolled 58, 72, 2, 50 = 182 (4d100)

>>5742546
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Rolled 62, 65, 83, 39 = 249 (4d100)

>>5742546
how thoroughly mediocre
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>>5742559
I know! It's a wonder the quest has gone on as long as it has, right?

>>5742550
>>5742556
>>5742559
>ZE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 60!
>PEPPER: 75!
>RAJ: 81!
>RODNEY: 48!

Raj continues to be the actual protagonist! Writing!
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>>5742633
>Raj is the Samwise to our Frodo

I'm pretty okay with this.
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The mouse hovers over the little ‘X’ in the app’s corner when a revolutionary thought hits you like a bag of doorknobs–that’s IT!

“What is?” Asks Raj as he idly scratches his head.

We won’t HAVE to worry about the cameras and turrets if we block them, right?

“Well… maybe...” Pepper shrugs, clearly not 100% onboard with your radical idea yet. “They might track targets based on heat or something–or if they can be manually-overridden then someone could just keep shooting at random.”

Seems like a lot of ifs and not a whole lot of ‘ABSOLUTELYs, you reply! And if the defenses do work automatically, they could probably carve up any remaining surprises creeping around!

“I’m with red on this one–that sounds DUMB even for YOU, D!” Rodney snickers as he sidles up next to the redhead with a smug grin on his face!

“Never said it was dumb…” She counters as she waves her SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN around! “ I’m outta’ shells for this thing so it might not be a bad call, slick!”

“I’m with red on this one–never doubted ya’ for a SECOND, D!” Rodney snickers as he continues to stand uncomfortably close to your journalist pal. Maybe you’ll leave a camera uncovered just for him!

“So what do we do when we find a camera?” Asks Raj as he gives the ceiling a blank stare!

Right, you frown, they’re probably hidden… well if we DO find one, you continue as if you’re teaching a class on the damn thing, cover it up with THIS!

“Errr… HAND LOTION?” Asks Pepper with a wry grin as everyone stares at what you took out!

NO, damn it, you stammer, you meant THIS! Putting the lotion away and taking out your SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH DUCT TAPE, you relax a little when your pals nod in understanding! Now we just need to find ‘em, you frown as you look around the cramped control room! They could be anywhere-

“Found ‘em.”

You nearly fall off of your stool with how fast Raj answers you! Wait, you frown, what do you mean ‘em’?

“Check it.” He states as he points to a slight discoloration in the ceiling above you with a small dot in the middle, “Totally a camera if you squint, bros.”

Once you see it you can’t UNSEE it! Giving Raj’s shoulder an appreciative pat, you pass out some tape to your allies! Make sure it’s nice and covered, you warn–you don’t wanna take any chances with the security systems here!

Splitting up around the lab and field hospital in the last room, it doesn’t take long for you to tape up a handful of cameras on your own! Try to peep on THIS!

>CONTD.
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>>5742667
A few minutes later, you and the others have reconvened in the control room with a lot less tape in your hands!

Got ‘em?

“Think so!” Reports Pepper with a mock salute! “If there’s any more of ‘em then they’re really well-hidden!”

“An’ we can always shut ‘em off afterwards, right?” Smiles Rodney as you all turn your attention back to the app! Yea, you nod, and if you’re lucky one of the other labs will have some info on that ‘SITE B’...

Everyone clenches their collective teeth as you activate the cameras! For a moment the system hangs as if it was about to explode, but a moment later you start seeing feeds activate across the board!

You see the way you entered, of course, along with what appears to be one messy break room! The armory’s coming in clear too, and like the canteen it’s been ransacked to high-hell aside from some armor still hanging on some wall hooks and some kind of WEAPONS LOCKER that miraculously remains closed!

Turning your attention to the other labs, you feel a mixture of relief and irritation when you don’t see any monsters roaming around… LAB B appears to be some kind of kennel area with a few lab stations interspersed while LAB C looks like some kind of urban combat training course… no doubt where the log writer got their battle data on their little pets!

“Betting there’s some passages connecting that to the kennels too…” Observes Pepper as she pokes her finger at the various angles in Lab C. “Couldn’t hurt to remember!”

And then there’s your lab… The cameras activate, of course, and as you hear a whirr above you that makes your hair stand on end, you and the others breathe a collective sigh of relief as you aren’t turned into Swiss Cheese!

Or, like, goo or something. You’re not really sure what kind of defenses those cameras are packing and you’d rather not find out!

Alright, you sigh as you drum your hands against the control room desk, time to see what’s hiding inside those labs… or get the hell outta here!

>RUN THE DOOR FI

Before you can do any more snooping, however, the square of big-ass monitors crackles to life inside your lab!

“Diesel,” Warns Pepper as you all stare at the static being broadcast, “Turn the cameras off. NOW!

>CONTD.
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>>5742671
She doesn’t gotta tell YOU twice! Clicking the ‘DEACTIVATE’ button, you allow yourself a steadying breath as the feeds shut down…

… until they turn on again by themselves!

“What’s wrong!?” The redhead asks as you mash the mouse on the ‘DEACTIVATE’ button!

It’s not staying off, you reply, trying and failing to remain calm! They keep turning back on!

“Shut down the computer, ya’ idiot!” Shouts Rodney as you hear the cameras whirring around you!

That won’t turn off the app, IDIOT! Shit, was Raj right? But if they’re controlling it from somewhere else-

Before you can finish your thought, you hear the crackly tail-end of a greeting from the monitors!

‘---lo?’

How do you respond?
>YOU DON’T! STAY QUIET!
>WHO’S THERE?
>WE NEED HELP!
>SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING! (RAJ? RODNEY? PEPPER?)
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5742674
>YOU DON’T! STAY QUIET!
Trust no one. I mean, what's the best case scenario here, and how likely is it compared to the worst?
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>>5742674
>WRITE-IN!

"Ahh, finally. We re-established contact at site B, can I get a rundown on the situation elsewhere?"

Deflect all questions by blaming it on creature attacks.
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>>5742674
>YOU DON’T! STAY QUIET!
We can bullshit pretty well, but I don’t think we can bullshit that well. They’re probably already suspicious and expecting something foul given what’s been happening. We don’t have to refuse contact. We can wait and see what’s up.
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>>5742675
>>5742779
>STAY QUIET!

>>5742676
>SUBTERFUGE!

Writing! Probably the last update of the night, but we'll see!
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Nobody’s home! Motioning for the rest of the control room to be quiet (and preemptively clasping your hand over Rodney’s mouth), you sit in utter silence as the monitors continue to spew white noise into the lab!

And you wait.

And wait.

And wait.

You’re just about to chalk it up to you hearing things when a female voice emerges from the crackling screens!

“-s is Amelia Choi aboard the United States Coast Guard Cutter ‘Manta’--we’re responding to your distress call and are moored on the Hauser Manor Docks, but with the storm picking up we can’t stay for long! Hank told us you’ve had casualties–please respond!”

As the words sink in you find your friends staring at you in too many ways–Pepper’s wide-eyes and frantic head-shaking tell you that she doesn’t buy Choi’s story, but coming from a girl that ran headfirst into an abandoned mine you’re not sure what to think…

Rodney, on the other hand, is already BITING your hand in an attempt to answer–you certainly wouldn’t mind getting him out of your hair, but the voice on the screen almost sounds familiar…

Then again, the girl sounds around your age, so that might be it. How old do Coast Guard people have to be anyways?

And then there’s Raj who just looks plain confused. Conflicted. Torn. You’ve been underground for a while with no calls on your EARPIECE--are you too deep for radio contact? What have you missed since you came down here?

“Does anyone copy!?”

What do? Doesn’t sound like they have much time!
>KEEP QUIET. AND KEEP EVERYONE ELSE QUIET TOO!
>HAVE SOMEONE ELSE ANSWER! (RAJ? PEPPER? RODNEY?)
>RESPOND! IF HANK GOT THROUGH…
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5742817
>KEEP QUIET. AND KEEP EVERYONE ELSE QUIET TOO!
Right. Because the Coast Guard is remotely manipulating the site security systems to keep us from shutting them off. The fuck do you take us for? Because if you said an idiot, you’re right.
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My guess is that this is that secretary gal that went with Hank to check out the radio tower. She’s around our age, and we might’ve heard her voice before. She would also obviously know about Hank, considering she left with him. I doubt Hank ever actually managed to get the tower working again.

If this is correct, it has a couple of implications.
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>>5742835
Backing this.

>>5742817
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>>5742817
> KEEP QUIET. AND KEEP EVERYONE ELSE QUIET TOO!

If they're broadcasting on radio then Mina should be able to get this as well and respond if it's legitimate.

Speaking of Mina, we should probably let her know that her Dad's goons are trying to kill fucking everyone
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>>5742835
>>5742845
>>5742870
>STAY QUIET, DAMN IT!
Writing the DEFINITELY LAST UPDATE of the night! Hope it's a good one!
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It’s all too convenient. A Coast Guard Cutter miraculously showing up amidst a storm thanks to a chance call from Hank? The security system refusing to turn off? The timing? You want to share your thoughts with the others–to tell them why you’re putting off what Raj might think and Rodney definitely thinks is rescue, but all you manage to do is keep your rival’s mouth covered as you wrestle against his attempts to break free!

The monitors go quiet once more and stay that way long enough to make you uncomfortable. Just like they did after the first ‘hello’.

And yet you hold strong.

Biting your lip as you feel Rodney’s teeth dig deeper into your hand, your salvation comes in the form of a low, sinister giggle from the monitor speakers!

“Well well well… my predictions were correct, not that I ever have any reason to doubt them. Continue cowering if it pleases you–I never had any intention of letting you speak in the first place!”

Without any other plans, you and the others continue to stay quiet as Pepper starts an audio memo on her phone before raising it above her head!

“You began by reactivating the GEOTHERMAL GENERATOR--that was your first mistake… of many. The steps required in reactivating the power all but eliminated the possibility of a false-positive, but the final nail in your collective coffin was tampering with my security systems. Naughty naughty!”

You can almost see the owner of the voice wagging her finger at you. It’s still a bit distorted, but that voice…

“I presume that even with with your combined, yet utterly infinitesimal, intellect you managed to deduce a fraction of what’s happened tonight, but it delights me to inform you all of two crucial details: Firstly, you’ve merely scratched the outermost layer of something more immense than your infantile brains can even begin to comprehend… and second, I’m afraid at least one of you won’t be leaving that gaudy coffin alive...”

Another haughty laugh fills the room.

“And as eager as I am to educate you all on the scrumptious details of what’s about to occur, there are other guests I must attend to… and my time is precious–more so than anyone else’s! But don’t feel bad–the thought of your trembling, weeping forms amuses me immensely… as will all the pitiful noises you’ll make as you claw madly at the walls of your new tomb knowing that it was MY superior intelligence that bested you… I’ll be sure to enjoy the recordings at length at my leisure once this farce is all over!”

The walls and ceiling groan and creak around you as the woman behind the monitors lets loose with a maniacal cackle!

“Enjoy your stay~”

With that the door to the field hospital slams shut… and something about the lab feels extremely WRONG!

>ROLL 4d100 FOR NO REASON, REALLY! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +0
>PEPPER: +5 (+5 SNOOPIN’)
>RAJ: +0
>RODNEY: -2 (-2 GETTING ANGRY)
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Rolled 4, 57, 52, 22 = 135 (4d100)

>>5742915
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Rolled 11, 72, 1, 98 = 182 (4d100)

>>5742915
Sure would be nice if we could get that portal thingy online
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>>5743007
Sorry Raj
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Rolled 61, 58, 81, 99 = 299 (4d100)

>>5742915

Complete shot in the dark...but TO THE BIOGRAPHY!
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Rolled 37, 93, 86, 88 = 304 (4d100)

>>5742915
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Damn, Rodney's on fire. Is he going to save our asses again?
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Is this Raj's third one? Is the man cursed?
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>>5743125
A small price to pay for being best boi. We've got three rolls but I'm at work: will update around 4-5PM PST! Thanks again for playing and being patient--just assume this is the usual schedule apart from weekends and such
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>>5743125
It’s the curse of being the most likable character. It means fate is trying its absolute best to kill him out of spite.
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>>5743256
truly a worthy successor to Art
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>>5742917
>>5743007
>>5743089
THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 61!
>PEPPER: 77!
>RAJ: NAT 1!
>RODNEY: 97!
Writing!
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Scanning the walls for any changes, you turn to your pals and see fear well up in their eyes! What’s happening?!

“No clue!” Replies Pepper as she joins you in the search, “But she knows we’re here, so if we stick aro-”

IT’S GAS!” Exclaims Rodney as he points to a section of the wall sneakily opening to reveal a grate! “GIMME A MASK!

Immediately holding his breath, your fellow pizza guy looks at you pleadingly as you and the others don your masks!

Well, almost. In a rare moment of panic, Raj fumbles the old miner’s mask and sends it tumbling to the floor! Raj, you snap, you good!?

“Yea!” He sputters as he quickly picks it up, “Got it!”

As much as you dislike the guy, you only have three GAS MASKS... and none to give to Rodney! With the door locked up tight and the security systems controlled by your mysterious taunter, your panicked mind goes into overdrive!

THE MEMOIRS!

Flopping onto the keyboard like a garlic-scented fish, you click out of the security app and click like a madman on the memoir file! As the computer freezes, you watch with growing concern as Rodney’s face turns progressively purple–you’re not his biggest fan, of course, but no one should die like… like however you’re all about to die!

You’re just about to click the file again when a window pops open on the desktop with the words ‘SHOWING THEM ALL: THE RIVKA BERTRUGER STORY!

It probably stays on the screen for a second before everything goes dark: the monitor, the lights, EVERYTHING! Rushing over to where the vents were, you allow yourself a sigh of relief as you fail to feel any more air being pumped into the room!

Relaying your info to the rest of your pals, you raise an eyebrow when Rodney and Pepper come to meet you–the former still holding his breath!

“Yea, you might wanna keep it held a little longer…” Suggests the redhead as you grab the vent and try to wrench it free! “Just in case, Rod.”

Not willing to show weakness in front of the girl, your rival gives her a few nods of his plum purple head!

Raj, you add, let’s go while the gettin’s good!

>ROLL 1d100+3 (+5 SPEED BONUS, -2 DARK) FOR NO REASON! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 43 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5743552
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Rolled 38 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5743552
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Rolled 53 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5743552
I almost feel sorry for Rodney. Almost. Can't get no break.
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>>5743606
Like a bizarre incompetent doppledanget of PONDEROSA himself!
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>>5743615
Speak not the name of the BEAST.
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>>5743601
>>5743602
>>5743606
>HIGHEST ROLL: 56!
Writing!

>>5743615
>>5743617
https://youtu.be/mHjH3DyKChU
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The skater’s response comes in the form of his prized skateboard LINDA hurtling out of the darkness like a wheeled AX! Whizzing inches past your cheek, the skateboard crashes through the vent behind you as you focus your attention on where its flight began!

R-Raj?

Raj answers by ramming you against the wall like an orange missile! Instinct kicks in before anything else–sweeping the skater’s leg out from under him, you send Raj reeling backwards with a palm thrust to his chest!

Shit, he’s RIPPED!

As your pal leaps at you again, it quickly becomes apparent that he’s not ripped–not naturally, in any case! Darting away from his frenzied leap, you usher Rodney and Pepper out of harm’s way as you see a single bloodshot eye approaching you with an unnatural glow to it!

Raj, you repeat as the skater staggers towards you like a human ragdoll, what’s your problem, man?!

“S-sandcrab…” Stammers the redhead as she holds her camera close to her chest with shaky hands, “H-he’s acting like you did…”

Rodney confirms it with a nod, his breath still held despite everything! Holding your hands out in a placating gesture, you feel your posture weaken a bit as the skater emerges from the darkness with an unnaturally-wide and toothy grin on his face! Gossamer veins of purple and red spider across his sweating face as his muscles slowly expand underneath his hoodie!

Buddy, you whisper as your voice falters a bit, yo-

Your friend crashes into you before you can finish! Skidding across the lab floor as Pepper yelps in surprise, your head smacks against the exterior of the control room as Raj picks your limp body off of the floor and tosses you across the room again!

WwO RThhH YYY!

You land like a ton of bricks in front of the bank of monitors your tormentor called you on and immediately ball up as the pain catches up to you!

DIESEL!” Shouts Pepper as Rodney watches with worry on his face, “RAJ, STOP IT!

WwWWWRRRRRTHRRRYY!!!

Flying through the air like a pro wrestler, Raj descends ready to deliver a two-handed smash to your chest!

BUT YOU’VE CHANGED.
YOU’VE BECOME STRONGER.
WORTHIER.
BETTER.

>HIS BLOW IS BLOCKED BY A SHIELD OF SCALES THAT FORM UNDER YOUR TRACKSUIT!
>A WHIPLIKE TENDRIL EXPLODES FROM YOUR WRIST AND SWATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
>A MASS OF SCALES COAT YOUR FISTS CREATING HAMMERS TO DELIVER A COUNTER-ATTACK TO HIS OWN CHEST!
>A VOLLEY OF TOOTH-LIKE SPINES BURSTS FROM YOUR HAND AND STICKS RAJ TO THE CEILING BY HIS HOODIE!
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>>5743658
>>A WHIPLIKE TENDRIL EXPLODES FROM YOUR WRIST AND SWATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
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>>5743658
>>HIS BLOW IS BLOCKED BY A SHIELD OF SCALES THAT FORM UNDER YOUR TRACKSUIT!
I feel that by feeding this power by getting a more "Offensive" ability is the equivalent of jumping off the slippery slope to becoming a NOTBUG
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>>5743658
>A WHIPLIKE TENDRIL EXPLODES FROM YOUR WRIST AND SWATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!

We can be a mutant Indiana Jones!
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>>5743658
>A WHIPLIKE TENDRIL EXPLODES FROM YOUR WRIST AND SWATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
>>5743690 sold me on it.
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>>5743658
>A WHIPLIKE TENDRIL EXPLODES FROM YOUR WRIST AND SWATS HIM OUT OF THE AIR!
I agree with >>5743687 that we should try not to focus on offensiveness. We need to avoid combat to keep this in check. That said, let’s go with the one that seems the most versatile. Tendrils can easily be used to harass, pin, or incapacitate enemies while keeping our distance. They can also probably be used to grant us a lot more vertical mobility.

I think it’s basically all but certain that there are only two possible sources of this infection in us, unless it spread from the creatures themselves: Either it was in the injection that nurse gave us, or it happened when Mina stabbed us with her hair chopsticks. If the either of those is correct, then I’m guessing that secretary did it, and she’s either involved in this, or the one behind it all.
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Is it terrible that I kind of want to suggest stabbing Raj with the mysterious serum injection we have?

Maybe it's an antidote to this stuff, kept on hand just in case mr hauser himself got infected?

Big ifs I admit. Could also be a hulk serum or something.
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>>5743702
I’ll admit I had the same thought, but I want to get the Nurse’s opinion on it before we do anything. Let’s hope Raj’s willpower is strong enough to get him out of it, or that we can get him to snap out of it. If we have no other choice, and the other anons agree, we can try it.

I’m worried that prolonged infection with this will gradually remove an individuals self-awareness. We might be on a clock ourselves.
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>>5743686
>>5743690
>>5743694
>WHIP IT!

>>5743687
>ALWAYS CARRY PROTECTION!

Wrrriting!
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NO.

It happens without a thought. Spurred by panic and the creamsicle-colored truck falling towards you, you barely feel a thing as a fleshy needle explodes from inside your right wrist and swats Raj across the room!

It’s a desperate move–one last flailing attempt at saving your skin, but it works! Extending to about three-quarters of your height, the whiplike appendage squirms a bit before retreating back into your wrist like a very confused worm…

But despite it all, it doesn’t hurt!

WEAK.

Stumbling to your feet, you try your best to shake the hunger from your head, but like one of those burrs that cling to your pant leg, you can still feel it lingering in the corner of your mind… WAITING!

As Raj peels himself off the wall like a cartoon character, you steal a glance at your other friends. White-knuckling her camera, Pepper struggles to pick her jaw off of the floor while Rodney looks close to passing out… how the hell is he still holding his breath!?

Before you can get your answer, you spot something hurtling towards your face from across the room! Swatting it out of the air with your new… gift... you follow where the projectile lands and blanche–Raj’s GAS MASK’S eye lens is completely cracked, but you can’t tell if it was before or after you smacked it…

Was there something in the air that did this?

The man in question lunges at you again and sends both of you tumbling towards Rodney and Pepper–as the latter snaps a photo of you wrestling, the former yanks her by the shoulder just as you both get a little too close for comfort!

Trading blows like two prizefighters, you realize that despite Raj’s strength, you’re still STRONGER! You could TEAR HIm open right now like a pinata and-

Shit, NO! Kicking off of him like your Master taught you, you adopt a defensive stance as the monstrous skater spits a bloody gob onto the floor!

The power’s still off, but you could probably escape through that VENT or force open the DOOR if Raj wasn’t gunning for you and the others…

What do!?
>TRY TO WEAR HIM DOWN! DUCK AND WEAVE!
>BEAT HIS SENSES BACK INTO HIM!
>TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT WHILE HE’S STILL LUCID!
>CRUSH HIM. TAKE HIS POWER.
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5743756
>>TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT WHILE HE’S STILL LUCID
Tell him the same thing he told us, if it worked for us, it will work for him!
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>>5743756
>TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT WHILE HE’S STILL LUCID!

Seek the inner Raj!

And we uhh, we should probably toss Rodney our gas mask. Pretty sure it's not doing us anything. Admittedly just taking it off contaminates it though. Minimal exposure at least?

Mutant Rodney is a horror without end.
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>>5743756
>TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT WHILE HE’S STILL LUCID!
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>>5743756
>TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT WHILE HE’S STILL LUCID!
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>>5743767
Supporting, including trying to help Rodney with the mask.

>>5743756
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>>5743762
>>5743767
>>5743771
>>5743828
>>5743838
>TALK HIM OUT OF IT!
>AND GIVE RODNEY YOUR MASK JEEZ
Going to bed, but here's the ROLLLL
>ROLL ME 2d100 TO REACH OUT TO RAJ! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +2 (+5 BUDDING BROMANCE, -1 GETTING ANGRY, -2 RAJ HUNGERS)
>PEPPER: +0(+2 MISSED FRIENDSHIP? -2 RAJ HUNGERS)
>RODNEY: TOO BUSY SUFFOCATING
As per usual, WRITE-INS might add to your bonus! GIVE IT A WHIRL! And seeya WEDNESDAY around 4-5PM PST!
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Rolled 53, 2 = 55 (2d100)

>>5743846
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Rolled 88, 85 = 173 (2d100)

>>5743846
C’mon buddy
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>>5743848
I’m about to go back and count how many ones and twos we’ve rolled so far.
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Rolled 8, 6 = 14 (2d100)

>>5743846

As I said here >>5743762
Plus remind him of his sick kickflips
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>>5743852
Quest is horror genre on a meta level.
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>>5743851
>>5743857
THE ROLLLLLS:
>DIESEL: 90!
>PEPPER: 85!

Writing!

>>5743990
>horror
picrel
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Raj’s attack comes even faster than before! Rushing at you with teeth bared like an animal, your friend strikes at you with wide, almost drunken swipes–easy to dodge, thankfully, but the reality of the situation is made clear when one of his right hooks heads straight for your face!

Ducking under the surprisingly-speedy punch, your heart skips a beat when Raj’s fist crashes into the metal lab wall and creates a circle of cracks around the dent it makes! Delivering a side-kick to your friend’s side, you’re taken off-guard completely when he grabs your leg and uses it to swing you into the wall like a sledgehammer!

A dull ringing like a gong echoes across the lab as you drop to the ground like a sack of mashed potatoes. Still reeling from the surprising amount of force behind the blow, you’re powerless to resist as the monster delivers a bone-crushing kick to your ribs and sends you rolling like a wayward bocce ball!

A dull ache spreads through your chest as a high-pitched ringing fills your ears… despite the beating the skater’s giving you, you can’t help but laugh as you watch blood drip from your mouth and onto the floor!

Try as he might, Raj isn’t beating you. He CAN’T! ANGER WELLS UP INSIDE OF YOU ALONG WITH A FAMILIAR AND COMFORTING HUNGER… LETTING YOUR NEW APPENDAGE COIL FOR A STRIKE AT YOUR SIDE LIKE A SNAKE, YOU FEEL A MENACING GRIN FORM ON YOUR FACE THAT RIVALS YOUR OPPONENT’S! HE THINKS HE’S WORTHY?! IF HE ONLY KNEW HOW EASY IT WOULD BE FOR YOU TO GRIND HIM INTO THE DUSt…

No, you stammer, clenching your teeth as you stuff the anger as deep into your body as you can, Raj would never leave you behind, so there’s no way you’re leaving him! Planting your feet firmly on the cold laboratory floor, you rip the GAS MASK off and chuck it over to Rodney’s grateful hands!

RAJ, you begin, back in that secret dock he gave you some advice-

The monster comes at you swinging! Ducking and weaving through his blurry fists, you hop out of the way just as he lunges to take a bite out of your side! As Raj crashes into the wall, you continue to speak as calmly as you can as you feel your anger bubble inside you like a pot of ragu!

He told you to focus on what makes you who you are, you continue! What makes Diesel DIESEL!

Stumbling to his feet with a feral growl, Raj looks at you again with pure malice in his eyes!

>CONTD.
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>>5744329
If there’s still something in the air you don’t sense it–that means there’s no better time than now!

Focus on what makes Raj RAJ, you shout as the Raj in question bulrushes you again! Leapfrogging over his head, you slide to a halt next to Linda’s impact site! As your opponent roars again from across the dark lab, Pepper and Rodney clear the way as you rip the skateboard out of the wall! A glowing eye darts through the darkness towards you, and just when its owner emerges you make your move!

YOU’RE NO MONSTER, you roar as you shove the skateboard in his path! YOU’RE RAJ!

Time slows as Raj’s foot slams onto the skateboard and sends it and himself flying into the air! Soaring above you and the others, the red glint in his eyes fades as muscle memory kicks in–pressing one heel on one side and his other foot on another, a goofy grin replaces the manic one as Raj does what Raj does best:

“Woah,” wheezes Rodney, “Wazzat a KICKFLIP?

It was, you nod as your friend’s muscles and veins shrink mid-flight, it WAS.

The skateboard comes to a halt in front of you as its rider approaches with a stunned look on his face.

Bro...” He stammers as the last few minutes catch up with him, “I… I don’t know what to s-

Well you do, you cut in! Bringing your pal into a hug, you give his back a few steadying pats as he returns the hug in kind!

“I…” He sniffs in a shaky voice, “I’m so sorry, dudes… I… I caught a whiff of whatever was being pumped in here an-”

Quit it, you interrupt as you look your pal in the eye, he’s got nothing to be sorry about!

“But…” He mutters as he stares at your wrist, “I uh… I hurt you, right? I remember everything…”

Eh, you shrug, didn’t hurt that much! And this, well…

“I think it’s safe to say that things are changing…” Adds Pepper as she appears at both of your sides. “And as much as I hate to say it, we don’t have many pieces of the puzzle…”

“Not… not ta’ mention…” Gasps Rodney as he stumbles over with the purple hue slowly receding from his face, “We… if the power turns back on…”

Right, you nod, whoever that was knows where you are AND they’ve got control over the security systems…

“Might be time to hit the road, dudes…” Mumbles Raj as he shakes the remaining anger out of his system, “This place ain’t so fun anymore…”

“They don’t have any power anymore,” counters Pepper as she plants her hands on her hips, “But we might wanna check one of the other LABS before we go-”

Your conversation is cut short by a low, distant groan in the walls around you. Oh right, you sigh, the whole damn mountain was collapsing!

“We gonna get outta’ here or what!?” Asks Rodney as his voice (unfortunately) returns!

>CONTD
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>>5744330
Where to?
>LAB A KENNELS!
>LAB B COMBAT COURSE!
>THE CANTEEN!
>THE ARMORY!
>THAT ESCAPE AREA!
>BACK TO THE GEOTHERMAL GENERATOR ROOM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5744331

> THE ARMORY

Body armor saves lives!
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>>5744331
>>THE ARMORY!
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>>5744331
>LET'S SPLIT UP, GANG!
>PEPPER AND RODNEY, CHECK THE ARMOURY!
>RAJ, SWITCH THE GENERATOR BACK ON!
>WHILE WE UNSCREW THAT COMPUTER HARD DRIVE!
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>>5744331
>THAT ESCAPE AREA!
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>>5744349
We should definitely rip the computer harddrive out...hopefully it's not booby trapped?
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>>5744333
>>5744348
>TO THE ARMORY!

>>5744349
>SPLIT UP!

>>5744363
>MAKE LIKE A TREE AND FUCK OFF!

The power's still off, so let's see how you do getting past these unpowered doors!

>ROLL ME 4d100 TO GET TO THE ARMORY! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:
>DIESEL (+3 NEW WRIST THINGY, -5 POWER'S OFF!)
>PEPPER: (+5 SNOOPIN', -5 POWER'S OFF!)
>RAJ: (+3 NOT-AS-COOL CUSTOMER RIGHT NOW, -5 POWER'S OFF)
>RODNEY: (-1 ALMOST SUFFOCATED HIMSELF LIKE A DUMBASS, -5 POWER'S OFF)

I'll assume you're trying to grab the hard drive too! One clarification though:
POWER ON = CAMERAS AND TURRETS ON. BEWARE!
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Rolled 44, 87, 53, 65 = 249 (4d100)

>>5744389
Come to papa
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Rolled 75, 43, 62, 24 = 204 (4d100)

>>5744389
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Rolled 44, 59, 19, 61 = 183 (4d100)

>>5744389
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Sorry, all, life got really busy the minute I got home and I'm fucking wiped. Will update Thursday around the usual time--thanks for being patient and sorry for the wait.
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>>5744493
I miss all the raccoon posting. What are we supposed to use now? Garlic? Whiskey?
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>>5744526
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>>5744397
>>5744399
>>5744400
ROLZ:
>DIESEL: 73!
>PEPPER: 87!
>RAJ: 60!
>RODNEY: 59!
Feeling much better now! Writing!

>>5744526
>>5744564
I think the real compromise here is to just post pictures of rare pizza boxes like picrel
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Yea, you nod as the lab quakes shortly after, you ARE! But you’re gonna take a little detour first–follow me!

“Uh, dude?” Asks Raj in a still somewhat shaky voice, “The door’s that way-”

You’re not going that way, you hastily reply as you squeeze into the vent the gas was pumped in from, you’re taking a shortcut!

“Will definitely be faster than trying to pry those doors open…” Remarks Pepper as she wastes no time in following you, “As long as we don’t get lost, chief…”

Not this time, you reassure her as you lead the charge deeper into the ducts! Having been hidden behind the lab’s metallic panels, you’re pleased to find that the vents are surprisingly wide–a welcome characteristic as you feel the destruction you wrought above slowly making its way to your neighborhood! A particularly violent tremor sends you and the rest of your team tumbling head over heels, but the fear of the power coming back on is all it takes to keep you going!

As the groaning in the rocks above grows louder and closer, you manage to find the proverbial ‘cheese’ at the end of the maze in the form of another vent cover sitting in front of a slightly-ajar metal panel!

“So how are we supposed to-”

You answer Rodney’s question by giving the vent cover and the metal a decisive KICK that sends both spilling into a raided ARMORY! THAT’S how, you reply with a grin!

“A little shopping before we scoot, huh?” Asks Pepper as she glances up at your face with a glimmer in her eye, “Good call, sandcrab!”

And not a moment too soon, either! As you get to work looting the place, you hear a familiar and definitely unwelcome chorus of screeches from the doors leading towards the CANTEEN and by association the LOBBY!

“Sounds like those creepy-crawlies finally made it to the party!” Groans Rodney as he takes some BODY ARMOR off of a nearby hook!

“Figured they’d join us eventually…” The redhead sighs as she shifts her gaze towards the door you HOPE leads to the ESCAPE ROUTE, “Can you get that open, slick? We’ll handle the goodies!”

You don’t recall putting her in charge, but the rapidly approaching BUG ARMY is a bigger concern! Like any good entrance or exit to an ARMORY, the door is locked up tighter than Uncle Emilio’s Safe–you still have the bruise on your hand from the wooden spoon the last time you glanced at it funny!

>CONTD.
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>>5745226
Rapping your knuckles against the solid exterior of the airlock, you try to make sense of the various pistons and gizmos on the door, but it makes about as much sense to you as, well…

HAWAIIAN PIZZA! BLEEEEEH!

How do you handle this thing?
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>RIP OPEN THE CARD READER AND SEE IF YOU CAN MESS WITH THE LOCKING MECHANISM!
>YOU’VE GOT ONE MORE STICK OF DYNAMITE…
>JUST HOP BACK INTO THE VENTS!
>SEE IF SOMETHING IN THE ARMORY CAN DO THE TRICK!
>YOU HAVE A STUN STAFF–MAYBE IT CAN JOLT THE CARD READER INTO WORKING?
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5745230
Did we not swipe the HDD on our way out? Also, is the locking mechanism visible on the inside of the door?

Darn, should have examined the remains of some of the bodies. They probably had an armoury keycard on them if Hauser's doesn't work.
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>>5745212
Glad you're feeling better, QM!

>>5745230
>YOU HAVE A STUN STAFF–MAYBE IT CAN JOLT THE CARD READER INTO WORKING?
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>>5745230
>YOU HAVE A STUN STAFF–MAYBE IT CAN JOLT THE CARD READER INTO WORKING?
Is a terrible idea. Let's try it anyway!
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>>5745252
ACK SHIT YOU TOTALLY DID
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>>5745230
>YOU HAVE A STUN STAFF–MAYBE IT CAN JOLT THE CARD READER INTO WORKING?
This definitely isn’t moronic and likely to just fry the reader. Let’s do it.
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>>5745230
>>RIP OPEN THE CARD READER AND SEE IF YOU CAN MESS WITH THE LOCKING MECHANISM!

Use the tentacle. Embrace the hunger.
WORTHYCHADS RISE UP!!!
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>>5745252
Shit, sorry--there are a few metal piston thingies on the outside, but you can't really see where they connect. They just look kinda cool, is all. Meanwhile there's a CARD READER to the side of it with no power...

REWIND! As you rush into the vents, you hear a muffled 'NYEH HEH HEH' as Pepper stuffs a HARD DRIVE down her shirt! What the hell?

"EVIDENCE!"

Aaaand fast-forward. See? I didn't make a mistake!

>>5745256
Thanks, anon--got a lot more sleep last night so I feel like I can write a little more!

>>5745256
>>5745258
>>5745283
>CREATIVE ELECTRIC ENGINEERING!

>>5745295
>THE WORTHY SOLUTION. STAFFFAGS WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND

Time to stick your staff where it doesn't belong!
>ROLL ME 1d100-5 (-5 WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING) TO PUT A SPARK INTO THIS RELATIONSHIP! BEST OF 3!
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>>5745315
dice+1d100+-5
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Rolled 93 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5745315
I MEAN, I ROLL LIKE A NORMAL PERSON.
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>>5745330
Not really. That roll's way too high
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Rolled 17 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5745315
Pls don't Critfail
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Rolled - 5 (1d00 - 5)

>>5745315
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>>5745336
BEHOLD, THE VOID SPEAAAAAAKS
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>>5745336
The fuck is this?
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>>5745336
This is truly one of the rolls of all time.
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Rolled 75 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5745336
>>5745344
Woops

>>5745345
Missed the 1 in "100".
Didn't know that was possible to roll.
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Rolled 21 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5745315
As I also forget mine.
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>>5745330
>>5745333
>>5745348
>HIGHEST ROLL: 88!
Writing!
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You stare at the mechanisms scattered across the airlock for an inordinate amount of time before you come to a conclusion:

Nope, you don’t get it! You might be a Pizza Delivery Guy, but you’d need a degree in DOOROLOGY to take this crap apart! Hearing the screeches growing closer over the sound of the gang looting the ARMORY like a shop at a mall in a bad neighborhood, you know that whatever you do, you HAVE to get this door open–besides the bugs getting in, you’re also positive that Rodney will give you shit for it if you can’t figure this out!

Nope, this door’s gotta go!

But how, though? That’s the real problem here–the door looks strong enough to withstand a tank–not that you’d turn your nose up at one of those right now! Dynamite’s out then, you wager, as is anything else in your growing arsenal…

Speaking of, the end of that STUN STAFF nudges you inside your pocket as if to remind you that yes, it’s still there! Taking it out and giving it an idle swing, a thought comes to mind: the door needs power. The keycard reader next to it needs power. You’re no electrician, of course, but once the idea takes root in your head it refuses to let go!

The business end of the staff crackles as you point it at the keycard reader. If this doesn’t work you’re still at square one, but if it does work, well…

No more stalling–that’s what your Master would say in this situation! That or she’d just snarl and stick her cigarette in your eye. Man, if she was here tonight…

Focus! Bringing the staff back, you thrust its tip into the keycard reader and nearly lose hold of it as both your weapon and its target explode in sparks!

While you don’t lose hold of the staff, you DO get launched backwards! Clinging to the polearm for dear life, your landing is thankfully softened by Rodney as he unwittingly gets in your flight path! With a weak ‘Criminy…’ he crumples like a house of cards as you watch the door sputter to life with fresh juice!

“Atta’ boy, sandcrab!” Pepper exclaims as her tiny form shuffles over carrying a box of goodies! Before you can thank her or Raj as he too brings some party favors, the moment is ruined by both the sound of many limbs banging on the door behind you… and the door you just opened spewing smoke and sparks all over the room!

No time to talk–you’ve gotta get through while you still can!

>ROLL 4d100 TO MAKE IT THROUGH BEFORE THE AIRLOCK CLOSES AGAIN! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES:
>DIESEL+5 (+5 SPEED BONUS)
>PEPPER-3 (-3 CARRYING SHIT)
>RAJ+3 (+3 NOT-AS-COOL-CUSTOMER)
>RODNEY+4 (+4 SPEED BONUS)

That's it for tonight, by the way--should have more FRIDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST! Thanks for playing and Happy Almost Weekend!
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Rolled 56, 43, 95, 63 = 257 (4d100)

>>5745429
Grab that shit out of Pepper’s hands. We’re already faster than her, and the last time we tried to outrun a monster she about passed out.
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Rolled 46, 1, 75, 85 = 207 (4d100)

>>5745429
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>>5745460
>1
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>>5745460
We have drawn the ire of something very powerful
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Rolled 17, 1, 50, 79 = 147 (4d100)

>>5745429
I almost rolled one d400
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>>5745460
>>5745476
Two 1's for Pepper, ouch
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>>5745476
>DOUBLE 1s FOR PEPPER
Alas, poor bestgirl.
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>>5745476
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>>5745469
Very powerful.

>>5745480

Didn't we discuss some sort of duplicate roll bonus? Cause lord we need it.
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>>5745460
>>5745476
The dice know who the worst girl is. THEY KNOW.
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>>5745512
Damn you Pepper-haters. I’ll bet you lot sabotaged the roll, didn’t you!? You won’t get away with it!
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>>5745454
>>5745460
>>5745476
THE ROLS:
>DIESEL: 61!
>PEPPER: TWO NAT ONES! (DOUBLES DO MITIGATE A BIT...)
>RAJ: 98!
>RODNEY: 89!
Writing a quick update before work...
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Your dreams of the airlock just getting stuck open are quickly and decisively CRUSHED as it starts to close about as quickly as it opened! Raj and Rodney make it relatively easily thanks to their skateboard and innate cowardice respectively, but as you limbo underneath the closing door you remember that Pepper, despite having a knack for snooping and invading privacy, can’t run to save her life…

And in this situation that might just be literal!

Motioning for her to hurry, you and the others freeze up as you watch the girl trip and send her box of goodies (as well as herself) tumbling short of the closing airlock! Wide-eyed and stunned by her sudden clumsiness, the girl is even more shocked when you hear something approaching from the vents you entered from!

“C’MON, PEP!” Shouts Raj as he drops his box to the floor and joins you next to the closing door, “MOVE!”

Scrambling like a scared cat on a linoleum floor, the girl’s frightened eyes shoot up at you as she realizes just how small of a space she has to squeeze through!

Your WRIST WHIP extends without you even telling it to–you’ve gotta lend her a hand!

>ROLL ME 3d100 TO HELP HER THROUGH! BEST OF 3! DON’T MESS UP! BONUSES:
>DIESEL (+3 C’MON, PEPPER, +3 WRIST WHIP, -2 PANIC)
>PEPPER (+5 PEP IN YOUR STEP, -3 PANIC)
>RAJ (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -1 PANIC)
ROLL WELL!
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Rolled 99, 1, 27 = 127 (3d100)

>>5745688

Are you worthy Pepper? Or is this it?
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Rolled 52, 50, 77 = 179 (3d100)

>>5745688
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>>5745692
Jesus Christ...
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Rolled 25, 44 = 69 (2d100)

>>5745688
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Well dang, I suppose this is happening, then--don't wanna go back on my word or how Ronnie was handled... will update once I get back from work!
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>>5745712
Waifu war's over, boys.
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Diesel's going to succeed in grabbing Pepper, but she's going to get absolutely nailed by whatever's coming for them!!!
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>>5745700
3d100. Roll one more! Roll a nat 100 for Pep!
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>>5745753
Too late. Pepper is dead as a doorknob.
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Rolled 5 (1d100)

>>5745770
>>5745753
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>>5745773
Welp.
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>>5745692
How
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>>5745751

> Grab hold, then pull back nothing but a mangled arm.

Hopefully she tosses us the harddrive, because I think we're definitely into world wide threat if this madness escapes the island. Maybe toss that last dynamite stick back for her to have one last defiant strike.

Fuck...three ones in four rolls for Pep. Truly an angry universe.
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>>5745791
Perhaps death is her karma and salvation.
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>>5745791
Somebody’s gonna pay for all this.
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I've been out all day, time to check up on one of my fav---
>picrel
She better throw us that camera as the last thing she does. We must take up the torch of snoopery and hold that evidence.
Have to say, that's the single worst string of luck I've ever seen in a quest. I was on Team Not Pepper but I didn't want it to end like this.

>>5745791
I think we took that ourselves
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>>5745807
Bones. Bones NEEDS to pay for killing Pepper!

WAIT A SEC, WE STILL GOT THE NEEDLE-- WE CAN BRING HER BACK GUYS!!!
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>>5745815
We may be needling a mangled corpse though :C
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I didn't actually hate Pepper that much. It was just a bit of shitposting...
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We came all this way to make amends, and bring her back safe, just for this?

I can’t do it man. There has to be something we can do. Even if it’s entirely useless, we’ve got to try. We can at least know we tried.
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>>5745824

We could...unleash the HUNGER?
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>>5745832
If ever there were a time, this would be it.

I’m just hoping she maybe gets her legs shorn off by the door. At least she’d have a chance of survival then. She’d be crippled, obviously, but alive.
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Here's my issue (as I write from work): is it fair to allow another chance even if Pepper is crippled rather than killed? A precedent was set with Ronnie earlier so I don't want to be perceived as a backpedaller especially if all it takes is a character being LIKED to live...

That said, you DO have The Hunger. But the same or similar argument would apply to the situation with Ronnie earlier. We rolled three 1's, after all.

That said, I also want to keep things relatively enjoyable, so I will make one more vote to keep everything on the level:

SHOULD I GIVE YOU A CHANCE TO SAVE PEPPER WITH THE HUNGER KNOWING FULL WELL IT MIGHT RESULT IN CONSEQUENCES SUCH AS DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, OR WORSE TO HER AND OTHER PARTY MEMBERS?
>YES, GIVE US A SHOT
>NO, STICK WITH THE ESTABLISHED SYSTEM

Please don't let waifuing interfere here--I want to keep the game fair, but also don't want to make things TOO grimdark. Give me your honest and fair opinion and we'll see what happens when I get home! Thanks for your consideration!
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>>5745858
>>YES, GIVE US A SHOT
I Think a Cripple will be better as I feel like it would be harder to deal with as we would have to make some dangerous and risky moves to try and save her.
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>>5745858
>NO, STICK WITH THE ESTABLISHED SYSTEM
As much as I don't want to lose Pepper, this is a quest where Bones has overtly stated that characters can and will die. If three critfails over two consecutive rolls in a high-risk environment including on a Very Important Roll basically to not die doesn't kill someone, what will?
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>>5745858
>NO, STICK WITH THE ESTABLISHED SYSTEM
God damnit. Fuck. We kept joking about it and then the stars aligned. It kills me to do this.

Even if she’s dead, I’m still going to vote to tear that door down. I don’t want to leave her body to those things.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5745858
>1=HUNGER
>2=NO-HUNGER

As much as I'm all for Diesel embracing his inner-abomination, waifu-railroading is a surefire way to kill a quest.

I'll let the dice decide.
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>>5745858
>NO, STICK WITH THE ESTABLISHED SYSTEM
Sometimes, characters die in a quest like this. It is what it is. Some people will get salty, some people will quit for a while, some people will bail forever, but for the quest to have stakes (let alone to feel like horror), there must be consequences. I say this even as someone who finds Pepper adorable and wishes she would live. If you aren't going to kill her, this should at least take her off the board -- criple her for life/until the end of the quest, deform her, put he rin a coma, turn her into a monster. Something irreversible in the near term and with lasting, meaningful consequences.
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>>5745858
Well with only 100 possible outputs there is always a chance of a character getting very unlucky in a critical situation
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>>5745858
>NO, STICK WITH THE ESTABLISHED SYSTEM

Ahg, it sucks, but I'll not stand in the way of Bone's integrity.

Just...give us a chance to carry her legacy, yeah?
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>>5745866
>YES

>>5745872
>>5745886
>>5745891
>>5745893
>>5745979
>NO

Here goes, then--thanks for the feedback. Writing
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It sucks it has to be this way, but RNGesus giveth, and RNGesus taketh away.
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>>5746025
Minus the giveth part. He ain’t done a whole lotta that.
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>>5746029
We got to cop a feel last thread, unfortunately we're not going to be able to get lucky with her again.
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It’s not enough. A cluster of sparks shoots from the card reader before the entire airlock drops like a guillotine!

NO!

You catch it. You have no idea how, but you catch it! Legs spread as wide as your track pants allow, you immediately feel a tearing sensation wash over your back muscles as you feel the solid metal dig into your palms!

That’s when you realize Raj is at your side holding it up with you.

PEP, you laugh, you CAUGHT it! Hurry up!

Pepper doesn’t respond.

Hey, you groan, trying and failing to hide the growing pain in your voice, you could totally hold this up all day, but-

“You came all the way down here… just for me…”

The timbre in the girl’s voice forms a small knot in your chest. Well… yea, you grunt, you were worried–we all were!

That earns a quiet laugh from her. “... god, what a klutz I turned out to be, huh?”

You can… you can joke about it later, you grunt as your fingers start to grow numb from lack of circulation, now come ON or I’ll drag you through myse-

Her answer comes in the form of three items being stuffed through the crack between the floor and the door: a PHONE, a HARD DRIVE, and a DIGITAL CAMERA.

The knot triples in size.

“Do me a favor, sandcrab.” She commands in a solemn tone.

No...

“Don’t… don’t let these go to waste, okay?” Pepper adds, her voice trembling as it struggles to stay calm, “I need you to-”

NO!

A burst of strength courses through your arms as you feel anger well up inside you–you can DO this! RODNEY,, you snarl, GET THE FUCK OVER HERE NOW!

The feeling only lasts as long as it takes Rodney to join you, and even with your combined might the crack is barely wide enough to fit a hard drive through…

But what kills your anger is when you feel a small, soft hand clasp yours.

“Promise me, Diesel.” She repeats in a calmer tone, “I need you to do this for me, okay?”

She can do it herse-

“Rodney, Raj,” The girl continues in that forced-calm voice, “Take care of Diesel for me.”

“Yea…” Stammers Raj as his arms start to waver. Rodney just stays silent.

“And Diesel?”

This is stupid, you hiss, no longer feeling the pain, this is fucking STUPID. She just needs to… to try an-

“It’s okay…” She interrupts with a hint of hope in her voice, “I’ve… I’ve got another way out over here…”

A lone tear wells up in your eye. BULLSHIT!

“Tell Jake I’m sorry, okay?” She continues as the distant screeches grow closer, “For everything.”

Tell… you stammer as you let the tears run down your sweaty face, tell him yourSE-

“And thanks, sandcrab…” Pepper sniffs as you hear a smile in her voice, “You’re… you’re my first best friend…”

You can’t hold on any longer… but you’ve got time to say one more thing:

>CONTD.
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>>5746044
Last chance. What do you say to Pepper?

>I’M SORRY.
>I’LL MISS YOU.
>GOODBYE.
>THIS ISN’T OVER.
>*STAY SILENT*
>WRITE-IN
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>>5746044
>I love you too, Pepper.

If we can, squeeze her hands/fingers one last time.
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>>5746045
>WRITE-IN
>I WILL PUT A STOP TO THIS, I PROMISE.
Pass her our revolver with the single cartridge in it. I don’t want her to suffer.

Fuck me.
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>>5746045
>YOU'RE MY FIRST BEST FRIEND, TOO
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>>5746061
Let's go with this.

Fuck.
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>>5746049
Seconding. I can't just leave it at best friend, especially if this is the last thing we say to her.
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>>5746094
>>5746049
What if she somehow lives or returns to life, and holds us to it?

>>5746061
>>5746086
What if there's a chance she could survive?
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>>5746109
I would rather we leave her knowing we loved her rather than handing her a gun and asking her to kill herself.
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>>5746109
I think that at this point, Diesel does love Pepper to some degree, so she can go ahead and hold us to it since it's not a lie. Even if you don't believe that diesel romantically loves her, he at least loves her as a friend and comrade.
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>>5746110
Fine. I’ll change my last words here >>5746061 to
>I love you too, Pepper.
But I still want to hand her that gun. The alternative is that she gets torn apart by those things, and I’ll tell you now that’s going to be excruciating.
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>>5746117
Alright yeah let's hand her the gun as well
so perhaps she can defend herself.
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>>5746109
>Spoilers
Maybe there is a chance she somehow, against every odd presented, escapes on her own. She said she saw a way out from her side, although I can’t tell whether she was saying that for our sake, if she meant she was going to off herself, or if she was being genuine.
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>>5746117
I'll vote to give her the dynamite and lighter, giving her a gun with one round just seems like she can only use it on herself, but she can use the dynamite either offensively or for a quick way out.
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>>5746129
Alright, I’ll roll with this.

Worse case scenario, she can still use it to keep those things from getting her.

Switching to
>GIVE HER THE DYNAMITE AND LIGHTER
if Bones will allow it given the time limit.
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>>5746133
I'll allow it. Figured you guys could use a break here...
>>5746117
>>5746049
>>5746094
>LOVE YOU

>>5746077
>BEST FRIEND TOO

>>5746129
>>5746133
>>5746121
>GIVE PARTING 'GIFT': DYNAMITE AND LIGHTER

Writing
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>>5746149
Me too, buddy. Me too.
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>>5746156
>RESIST IT?
Both options seem very similar, but One implies more aggression... Which will probably make not going berserk and irrational harder.

This is a sad, sad day.
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>>5746156
>FIGHT IT?

Are these two options the same thing or does one mean to fight whatever's around us?
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You know exactly what she means when what might just be her last words to you caress your ears without any trace of smugness, humor, or sarcasm.

For a moment the pain of the hidden meaning behind them overpowers the pain all over your body.

I… you stammer as you power through the white-hot sting in your hands to reach into your pocket and toss your LAST STICK OF DYNAMITE AND GOLDEN LIGHTER through the crack, I love you too, Pepper… and I… nrgh… I WILL put a stop to this…

I PROMISE.

You can almost hear her regarding your parting gift as something scurries through the vents on the other side.

And then you hear a giggle. Unforced. Untainted by sadness or regret.

Happy.

Guess… guess ya scooped me again, sandcr… Diesel…

Pepper’s hand gives yours one final squeeze before your strength leaves you. Crashing to the ground with a decisive BOOM that echoes across your side of the airlock, the door barely muffles the sound of dozens of legs skittering into the ARMORY...

… and culminates in one explosion that shakes the door on its hinges.

You take one last look at the bloody valleys carved into your palms before everything goes RED.

>FIGHT IT?
>EMBRACE IT?
Sorry, I'd like to say I made that mistake because of Pepper going, but I think I'm just stupid.
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>>5746162
>>EMBRACE IT?
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>>5746162
No worries QM. Then >>5746159 becomes...
>FIGHT IT?
We're alone in a room with our two surviving friends. let's not
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>>5746162
Even though logically the best action would be to fight it, I'm pretty sure that was traumatizing enough that Diesel would not have enough psychological energy to resist.
>EMBRACE IT?
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>>5746162

>FIGHT IT?

Pack it up. Put in a cage. Wait for the moment. Then. Then let it loose. Let it roar. Let them scream and run and know your pain.
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>>5746162
>FIGHT IT?
Don’t let Raj or Rodney get hurt. This isn’t their fault.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way. I need a drink
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>>5746201
She will be avenged.
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>>5746163
>>5746183
>EMBRACE!

>>5746170
>>5746185
>>5746201
>FIGHT IT!

Writing!
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The Hunger isn’t even fighting you anymore. Why should it? A wolf doesn’t need to expend energy on a fresh kill–why are you any different?

You feel something lurch in the periphery of your mind. You’re moving, you think–towards a target, maybe? Anywhere’s better than the lab, now.

Anywhere…

So much for your rebellion, you think, not that you can do much else right now. For all your bluster, for all your struggling, for every blow you’ve taken and riddle you’ve solved, what exactly have you GAINED?

The ire of a deranged scientist and the blood of a friend–no, a loved one, on your hands. At least when Ronnie bit it you barely knew the guy–Pepper, though…

You’re probably the only person she ever really opened up to. And now she’s gone...

It would be so easy to just sit back and relax now–to just hand the reins over to whatever’s taking up residence inside you and watch the whole island burn in your wake.

Worthy, you scoff in a hollow, disembodied thought. Worthy of WHAT?

You’re pouncing now–hopefully on something that deserves it. God forbid this stupid thing triggers when you NEED it to!

Something stirs within you as you feel the comfort of an old friend: ANGER. It’s not FAIR that you had to deal with all this! It’s not fair that tonight of all nights was the one where monsters crashed the party! Just imagine how things would have gone if it was just a NORMAL Grad Bash!

Your blood gets hotter. The Hunger warily stares at your consciousness with unseen senses. It’s watching you…

Pepper gave her life because she was certain something was wrong–hell, she dived alone into an abandoned mine for people that didn’t give a SHIT about her because nothing was more important to her than the truth!

Something washes over you and your mind–something that urges you, no, COMPELS you to keep control!

Pepper died for the truth… and she passed that task on to y
ou!

YOU’RE NOT GIVING UP YET!

>ROLL ME 1d100+35 (-15 THE HUNGER GROWS, +50 YOU’VE GOT A JOB TO DO!) TO TAKE CONTROL! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>5746258
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>>5746259
Jesus fucking christ, I cede al rolling duties forever.
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No fucking way. No fucking way
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I'm conflicted here. On one hand this is some BS, but on the other hand this is some sort of marvel of probability, and on ANOTHER hand it's almost funny at this point!

I'm uh... I'm gonna pick this up SATURDAY AROUND 9-10AM, I think. Holy cow, no one had better buy lottery tickets today!
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I don't even want to roll. I give up.
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Well shit. I'm not touching the fucking dice, that's for sure.
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Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>5746258

All gods are bastards
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>>5746278
You're fucking welcome
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>>5746281
I... Don't think a 99 negates a 1. I wish it did. I'm sorry, anon.
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Rolled 13 + 35 (1d100 + 35)

>>5746258
This shit is just mocking us now. It takes all that from us and then spits on us afterward. The dice gods had better hope we don’t get ahold of them.
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>>5746262
I personally say to take the consequences. We didn’t let Pepper die just to back out of it now.
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>>5746259
Holy hell. And I thought the dice in my quest were cursed.
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This is the part of the quest where we go solo...on account of eating everyone else.
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>>5746306
>tortured Diesel arc
I mean, I REALLY don't want Raj to die, but that could also be fun.
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Now I'm sure of it, the fairies are taking revenge for breaking us breaking the deal in bones quest
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>>5746312

I don't know what you're talking about, and certainly had nothing to do with both any write ins or ones rolled
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This is why I'm against critfails on principle.
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>>5746358
Realistically speaking, on a single roll there is a one in one hundred, i.e. a one percent chance of rolling a one. If we have one hundred rolls per thread, the odds would dictate that we should see a single one per thread. Now, this is a gross oversimplification of things, but that’s the gist of it. You can actually math that out more.

This shit, on the other hand, defies probability. According to a calculator, our odds of having rolled four ones (and this doesn’t even count the fact that Pepper managed to get two of them placed exactly on her own roll when we rolled for multiple characters) is six in a hundred thousand. Or one in sixteen-thousand-six-hundred-sixty-six-point-six. In other words, we got monumentally unlucky.

It would be truly fascinating if it didn’t piss me off.
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>>5746377
A more accurate count would actually be 1 in 16,343 when I account for the 1 following the six. Which is slightly more likely, but not at all enough to make it any less ridiculous of a chance.

Imagine you are one person in a crowd of sixteen-thousand-three-hundred-thirty-four people, and it is declared that one person will randomly be chosen to be shot. That person happened to be us. Out of sixteen-thousand-three-hundred. That goes beyond bad luck.
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>>5746381
16,393 not 16,343
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>>5746262
Buy lottery tickets today, I think we have used up our bad luck
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>>5746377
>>5746381
>>5746358
>>5746382
>>5746398
I've been thinking about this all night and I still can't really wrap my mind around it, nor can I believe we rolled another Nat 1 afterwards.

When you put it like that explanation, though, it's amazing how unlucky we were. In fact, I'd say that rolling that many crit-fails is special.

Like some kind of roundabout crit-success.

Frankly I think that in itself deserves a reward. That's all I'm gonna say for now--update in an hour or so
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>>5746377
I guess when you take into account that we've rolled... What, five 1s across 170-or-so dice rolls in this thread, the odds are more like 2.1% that we'd get that many crutfails across the thewad. It's just that so many of them fell in that little window that's uncanny, but sometimes people win the lottery and sometimes they get struck by lightning.
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>>5746259
>>5746278
>>5746286
>THE ROLL: 1! HOLY SHIT!
Writing!
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You summon all your will to do battle against the monster growing inside of your head, but your opponent knows your weaknesses now–and it’s playing for keeps.

Images of Pepper, Raj, even Rodney being torn apart by monsters flood your mind–their flesh ripped to shreds, their bones crunched by jaws that were once human. You only falter for a moment, but it’s enough.

YOU ARE WORTHY!


You awaken in a dark room coated head to toe in a layer of hot sweat. A roaring fire crackles from the confines of an archaic stone fireplace–its mantle stuffed with rough-hewn wooden figurines whittled from what you assume to be the island’s local trees.

You lift your heavy head off of an old, yellowed pillow and wince at the sharp pain ringing through it like a hangover from Hell.

That’s when it all comes back to you.

The Lab. The mysterious taunter on the monitors. Pepper. The emotions hit you like a tsunami and send you reeling back into the modest, but comfortable bed.

You’re lost. Adrift in a sea of plots and schemes you can’t comprehend created by people you never even knew about until tonight… shit, you mutter as the roaring storm outside shakes the cabin you woke up in, everything’s just so FUCKED…

To make matters worse, your WRIST WHIP peeks out from below your hand as if to say ‘hey, jerk! I’m still here too!’. Retracting it with an annoyed growl, you clench your fists before pulling together enough resolve to sit up again.

Remember Master’s teachings, you mutter to yourself as you close your eyes in concentration, just because you’re down doesn’t mean you’re out…

… and remember what makes Diesel Diesel. Can’t forget Raj’s wisdom either.

Taking a steadying breath of the cozy, smoky air, you quickly take stock of your belongings… and FREEZE.

PEPPER’S PHONE. THE CAMERA. They’re both there… but the HARD DRIVE–

Did you drop it!?

Uncertainty creeps in as you glance around the cabin. Past an antique fridge and the simple kitchen it resides in is what appears to be a dining table, but its surface is filled to the brim with documents, unwashed plates, and mountains of STICK-IT NOTES. Seems to be the owner’s office more than anything else…

On the end table next to you are a few pill bottles–nothing you recognize. There’s a picture, too–a picture of an unfamiliar bearded man, a woman in a sundress, and a baby held between them.

It looks old.

As you crane your neck around the room, you feel a slight sting in your neck–brushing your hand against its origin, your fingers run over a small, bloody divot–like a dart or something had pierced it.

What do?
>LOOK THROUGH PEPPER’S STUFF.
>LEAVE. YOU DON’T WANNA BE HERE WHEN THE CABIN’S OWNER RETURNS.
>INVESTIGATE THE DINING TABLE ‘OFFICE’.
>TRY TO CONTACT HANK OR SOMEONE.
>CHECK THE FRIDGE AND KITCHEN–YOU’RE HUNGRY AS A HORSE!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5746587
>>CHECK THE FRIDGE AND KITCHEN–YOU’RE HUNGRY AS A HORSE!

Did we kill everyone?
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>>5746587
>LOOK THROUGH PEPPER’S STUFF.
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>>5746594
DO NOT EAT WHILE IN A FUGUE STATE DO NOT EAT ANY MEAT IT MIGHT BE RAJ OR RODNEY

>>5746587
>LOOK THROUGH PEPPER’S STUFF.
Pep. :(
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>>5746587
>CHECK THE FRIDGE AND KITCHEN–YOU’RE HUNGRY AS A HORSE!
Food. Food makes it better.
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>>5746587
>INVESTIGATE THE DINING TABLE ‘OFFICE’.
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>>5746594
>>5746612
>FRIDGE

>>5746603
>>5746607
>PEPPER'S STUFF

>>5746633
>INVESTIGATE THE OFFICE

We've got a tie for the first two, so we'll roll with that for now. Writing!
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Your vision swims as you rise from the bed onto sore, shaky legs. Groaning at the addition of even more pain to the pile, it dawns on you that you can’t really remember the last time you ate anything!

And after everything that’s happened, you could use a meal. Or six. ‘A good meal cures all’, you grunt to no one in particular, that’s what Uncle Emilio always says, anyways. You’re not too confident about this time, but it’s worth a shot.

Your legs support you like they’re made of jelly as you stumble over to the kitchen. Though smaller than the one in the mansion, it has the bare necessities–a sink, counters, wood cabinets that were clearly carved by the owner, and an old gas stove with a black stock pot sitting on top of a smaller burner.

You brush your hand against the side of the pot. It’s still warm.

Lifting the lid rewards you with a banquet for the senses: spices rise to greet your nose as the essentials of a hearty stew bob up, down, and all around a bubbling broth: carrots, mushrooms, potato, and plenty of meat!

The sight alone is enough to make you drool! Leaning back to avoid seasoning the feast with your spit, you barely resist the urge to pour the pot’s contents down your gullet–with everything that’s happened tonight you can only imagine where that meat came from…

Instead you turn your attention to the old blue and white-speckled coffee percolator sitting on the counter next to a mortar and pestle caked in fresh coffee grounds. This refreshment you can’t ignore–grabbing a somewhat-clean metal mug from the sink, you pour some of the coffee maker’s steaming contents into it and don’t even bother waiting for it to cool before drinking!

The brew is dark, bold, and hotter than hell–and right now it’s the best damn drink you’ve ever had. The coffee barely rushes down your throat before you feel its effects, and though it doesn’t erase the pain and fatigue, both physical and mental, it helps lighten the load a bit as you return to your bed.

Warmed by the beverage, you take a steadying breath as you reach into your pockets and pull out Pepper’s effects. The aforementioned breath stumbles in your throat as you mistake your drink’s scent for Pepper’s, and as you start with the camera you feel that knot in your chest slowly return…

>CONTD.
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The camera trembles in your grasp as you flip through the pictures. Even after deleting everything, on your command, you painfully recall, Pepper got busy: your standoff with Smythe, the minecart ride, the lab and the freaks of nature that dwelled in the caves–your entire adventure preserved in one little memory card.

Incredible, you think as you return the device to your pockets, just incredible. Even without that HARD DRIVE she might have just given you enough leverage to weather the storm…

You just wish she was here to see that happen.

Sniffing a bit, you move on to the girl’s PHONE in all its cutesy, heart-speckled glory. You recall her saying it was a burner phone when you met her on the boat, but for all of her skill in acquiring info, the girl was pretty shitty at lying…

Thankfully it still has battery, but as the screen lights up you’re greeted by a 5 LETTER PASSWORD PROMPT. Figures. Tapping your chin in thought, the pain softens a bit as you rise to meet the challenge presented by this new puzzle…

What would be so important to Pepper that she’d use it as a password?
YOU HAVE 3 ATTEMPTS REMAINING
>JAKEY
>WATER
>MOMMA
>SCOOP
>TRUTH
>FACES
>MONEY
>SMILE
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>>5746692
>TRUTH
>SCOOP
>JAKEY
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>>5746692
>SCOOP
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>>5746692
>>TRUTH
>>SCOOP
>>SMILE

Pepper was probably lonely/sad/isolated before meeting us, SMILE would be a more surefire third choice.
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>>5746698
>>5746703
>>5746709
THE TALLY:
>TRUTH: 2
>SCOOP: 3
>JAKEY: 1
>SMILE: 1
Writing!
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The obvious answer comes to you so easily you almost laugh! Tapping a few letters into the phone, you frown as your guess is rejected!

You were SURE it was gonna be ‘SCOOP!’ Isn’t that what she was always after? Smacking the phone against your head, you feel guilt join the knot in your chest–how is that not the answer!? She was obsessed with unearthing the truth about every little thing, even if it blew up in her fa-

That’s it!

Spelling out ‘TRUTH’, your finger hovers over the enter key for a moment. You know you won’t be locked out forever, but something inside you compels you to look through her phone now… if only for a little closure.

Letting a breath loose, you press the button. With a soft ‘click’ from the phone’s cracked surface, you find yourself looking at Pepper’s home screen–its background a default blue gradient. Several icons await you upon entry–most of them useless due to the lack of signal.

There’s TEXT MESSAGES, of course–all of which are from three people in her address book: JAKEY, MOM, and the oldest one: DAD.

Warnings. Pleas for her to stop. Digital arguments that go on for days. When you scroll down enough on Jake’s, however, you find a point where the siblings are teasing each other–sharing memes, joking, setting up plans like what to get mom for Mother’s Day and what they want to do for each other’s birthdays.

Those messages, however, are years back.

As for dad, well… all that remains is a singular text from Pepper:

I’m sorry, okay? I’M SORRY. You don’t have to answer my calls, but please answer Mom’s. She’s worried

That coupled with the few contacts in her ADDRESS BOOK don’t help your mood much, save for one recent entry that puts the faintest hint of a smile on your face:

DIESEL <3

Goddamn it, Pepper…

Feeling the knot tighten a bit, you move on to the PICTURES, which, like her text messages, paint a nasty picture in themselves. Before tonight the entire album is nothing but shots of ‘Scoops’--unfamiliar documents, people clearly not wanting to be watched, shots of places clearly closed off to the public.

But then you reach the newer ones and find yourself staring at a dopey-looking pizza guy tripping face-first into a puddle on the ferry… and countless other candid shots of you and Raj leading up to tonight’s horrors.

You were wrong–these don’t make you feel any better at all.

>CONTD.
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>>5746766
Closing the photo tab, you bite your quivering lip and check out the NOTES section–none of them really pertain to tonight save for the recording the redhead took of your tormentor’s voice… listening to it again, you can say with absolute certainty that you’ve heard it before…

But where? It’s got a different intonation to it–like the speaker was using a different voice the last time you heard it.

Well whoever it is, if you can’t figure it out then someone else can. Which reminds you–where the hell are the ot-

Your thoughts are torn asunder as the jingling of keys outside rises above the sound of the roaring storm! Before you can hide, the front door swings open revealing a mountain of a man clad in an olive drab raincoat and soaking black boots! A bushy brown and gray beard peeks out from underneath an old leather hat along with two gray-blue eyes. Staring at you like a hawk, the man silently returns a weathered HUNTING RIFLE onto a rack by the door alongside his hat revealing a near-bald buzzed head beneath.

Frozen in indecision, you watch the man’s every move as he tromps over to the kitchen and retrieves a pair of bowls from one of the cabinets along with two wooden spoons. Pouring a lion’s share of the stew into each bowl, the man carries both over to the bed and places one of them on the end table. Dripping rain water all over the log floor as he goes, the mountain man takes a seat in a chair facing you before scooping some of the meal into his mouth.

“Sleeping Beauty woke up.” He muses in a voice too serious to be a joke. “Eat.”

What do?
>TACKLE HIM!
>WRIST WHIP!
>GO FOR THE GUN!
>EAT!
>ASK WHO THE HELL HE IS!
>STAY SILENT.
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5746766
:(
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>>5746768
>EAT!
>ASK WHO THE HELL HE IS!
The groundskeeper, yes, but how he answers and what else he tells us about himself could be key. Think like Pepper.
>ASK HOW WE GOT HERE, AND WHERE OUR FRIENDS ARE
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>>5746768
>>ASK WHO THE HELL HE IS!
>WRIST WHIP!
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Also might wanna specify what you want to do with said WRIST WHIP--I put it there assuming people would wanna attack, so lemme know!
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>>5746768
>EAT!
>ASK WHO HE IS?


>>5746766
>She had a heart next to our contact
God damnit dude.
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>>5746774
Restrain
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>>5746771
+1 No need to be hasty.
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>>5746768
Switch me from >>5746776 to >>5746771 I like the last question.
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>>5746771
>>5746778
>>5746788
>EAT!
>WHO IS HE?
>HOW'D WE GET HERE AND WHERE'S OUR PALS?

>>5746772
>WHO IS HE!?
>RESTRAIN WITH WRIST WHIP!

Writing!
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In any other situation you’d be a little more wary of the strange old man commanding you to eat, but once the scent drifts up from the bowl and into your nostrils, you find yourself taken over again by THE HUNGER!

The normal kind, that is. Tearing into the stew like a starved wolf, you don’t even need the spoon as you scarf down the meal in seconds flat! The man watches you with impassive eyes as you wipe the remains from the sides of your mouth before tasting a hearty spoonful himself.

“Seconds if you want.” He grunts before nodding towards the pot. You want, sure, but you manage to hold it together… if Pepper were here she’d be assaulting this guy with questions! Especially if he is who you think he is!

You start with an easy one: who is he, exactly?

GROUNDSKEEPER.” He grunts before taking another bite from his bowl. You gathered, you frown, but what about his name?

“Call me CHUCK,” the groundskeeper replies with a hint of wariness in his tone. “And you?”

Diesel, you sigh as you feel the stew settle in your stomach next to the coffee–you’re uh… you’re the Pizza Delivery Guy.

The old man grunts again in between chewing. “‘Zat so.”

This guy’s a real chatterbox, huh? And on Hauser’s payroll. Dangerous. Still, he hasn’t murdered you yet, and that’s enough to convince you to dig deeper. He’s… he’s Libby’s dad, right?

The bowl falls out of his calloused hands as he shoots out of his chair! “You’ve seen her?! WHERE IS SHE!?”

The sudden anger in his voice causes you to sink back into the bed! You don’t know, you retort in as calm of a voice you can muster, but you saw her earlier! At the party!

The fire in the old man’s eyes dissipates almost immediately as anger gives way to sadness. “... I see…”

He’s, you mutter, trying not to poke a sensitive spot, he’s looking for her, huh? The mountain man gives you a slow nod.

“Had a message for her, but she never showed,” He growls as he looks out the window at the torrential rain pounding against the glass, “... ain’t gonna kid myself. Been out there all night and haven’t found a trace.”

The cozy cabin air grows a little colder between you two. What, uh… what was the message?

“First thing’s first.” Chuck begins in his grizzled voice as he reaches into his pocket, “Where’d you get this?”

Out from his coat’s many pockets comes a familiar HARD DRIVE.

>TELL THE TRUTH!
>LIE!
>DEFLECT–WHERE DID HE FIND IT?
>STAY QUIET!
>ATTACK!
>RUN!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5746847
>TELL THE TRUTH!
>HAVE WRIST-WHIP READY TO RETRIEVE IT
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>>5746852
+1
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>>5746852
This. He’d better not try to keep it from us.
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>>5746847
>>TELL THE TRUTH!
>>HAVE WRIST-WHIP READY TO RETRIEVE IT
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>>5746847
>TELL THE TRUTH!

But make it pretty damn clear we paid a heavy price for it.
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>>5746852
>>5746860
>>5746861
>>5746866
>>5746933
>TRUTH!
>HAVE WRIST-WHIP READY!
Writing!
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You woke up in Chuck’s Cabin–if he wanted you out of the picture he wouldn’t have bothered waiting for you to get some beauty sleep… and the reaction to his daughter’s name, well… it seemed more genuine than most things you’ve heard this evening.

You found that in a lab, you reply as you stare the old man square in his grayish eyes, the one below the mines.

With the utterance of the word ‘LAB’, both you and the Groundskeeper flinch a bit–him in clear recognition of what you’re talking about, you in recognition of who you left there.

And you paid more than its weight in blood, you add, making sure to put an emphasis on the last word. Maybe more than you remember…

Chuck looks you up and down for a tense moment before rising from his feet and slowly heading for his RIFLE. It’s too deliberate of a move to suggest he was going to shoot you, but nonetheless you keep your WRIST WHIP coiled and ready to snatch it out of his hands!

“Took three of these to take you down,” he grunts as he pulls some kind of DART out from the rifle’s chamber and shows it to you! “Found ya’ scamperin’ through the woods like a mad dog–blood on ya’ from head to toe.”

You glance down at your clothes to confirm his story–though still damp from the rain, your TRENDY TRACKSUIT DOES have the stains to support his story…

So that hole in my neck, you continue warily, that was him?

“Better me than Smythe.” He shrugs as he places his rifle back on its hook. “Or one of those things…”

And let me guess, you continue with confidence returning to your voice, he knows all about that, doesn’t he?

“Everything.” The groundskeeper nods as he takes a seat again. “‘S why I wanted to get ahold of Libby.”

You blink. Explain.

“I knew my boss’ experiment was gonna happen.” Begins Chuck as he shifts in his seat, “Heard all about his kid’s little bash, too. Hauser thought it’d be a good cover: competitors see a bunch of people comin’ to the island, they don’t bat an’ eye.”

And he was alright with that? With having his daughter and everyone else becoming monster chow!?

It takes you a moment to realize you’re standing up. Chuck remains unphased. “The outbreak was not part of the plan,” he replies in his deep, clear voice, “And no, I’m not alright with any of this.”

Then… then why, you stammer angrily, WHY is this happening!?

“Because the company’s got me by the balls,” he sighs as he spares a glance towards the picture on the end table, “and Hauser made a deal with the devil. THAT’S why.”

THE SCIENTIST, you mutter under your breath.

Chuck responds with a slow nod.

>CONTD.
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>>5747019
Without saying a word, you retrieve PEPPER’S PHONE from your pocket and play back the recording she took of your tormenter. Chuck listens quietly the whole way through, and it’s only after you put the device away that he opens his mouth again.

“So that’s how it is…” He remarks as he runs his hands along his beard, “Sounds like you’re one of her new playthings.”

What the hell does THAT mean, exactly?! Is he suggesting-

“A few months back this island was just another company testing site.” Chuck explains as he gestures to the woods outside, “The camps and all were still here, but at the time Hauser was workin’ on some kind of SUPER SOLDIER SERUM.”

That explains the labs, you sigh, but what changed?

“Somethin’ happened up North in CLEARWATER,” Adds the groundskeeper, “Somethin’ to do with sunken cities and machines that teleport people. Hauser wanted it bad, and when Smythe’s guys found some dirt on it and built a prototype, Hauser was over the moon: couldn’t keep his hands off of the damn thing.”

But it wasn’t enough, you interrupt with a frown.

“Nope,” Chuck replies with a shake of his head, “He came here almost every day of the week before throwin’ in the towel–ended up tracking down some kind of biology wunderkind in some Egyptian prison and sprung ‘em to get research moving along.” His already stern expression darkens. “They shoulda’ kept her locked up.”

They found something, right? Some kind of parasite…

“Some kinda alien, more like. Next thing you know there’s cargo ships coming by around the clock–all of ‘em filled to the brim with stray pets and homeless folk thinkin’ they’d won a contest or somethin’.”

And they ended up becoming the things out there, right?

“Some of ‘em, yea, but that bitch they hired kept burnin’ through ‘em–always askin’ for more because of some breakthrough...”

That hard drive right there has all of her logs, you add, but they end talking about some sort of ‘SITE B’--is that related to ‘SITE D?’ Chuck shakes his head.

SITE D’s where the boss is holed up–his dumb ass got stuck here with the rest of us when his pet scientist opened all the cages. SITE B, though…” His voice trails off in thought, “... couldn’t tell ya.”

He can’t, or he won’t?

>CONTD.
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>>5747020
“I can’t.” The old man growls with an impressive frown! “I saw plenty of construction around the island, but they kept me outta’ the loop on which one B is. Could be around the GOLF COURSE, could be on the WEST SIDE OF THE ISLAND, could even be beneath one of those CAMPS, but wherever it is that’s where those BIG BASTARDS are bein’ churned out of.”

Hold on, you stammer as you motion for him to stop, bastardS!? There’s MORE!?

DOZENS,” The groundskeeper replies with a grim nod, “An’ there’s gonna be more by the time morning comes around.” His eyes narrow at you. “... not to mention whatever the hell she’s cookin’ up inside of you…”

Puzzle pieces slowly connect inside your pounding head. How… how did I get here? Where are my friends?

“Like I said, I found you running through the woods howlin’ like a goddamn animal.” Chuck sighs with growing frustration in his voice. “Thought you were goin’ hysterical so I put a dart in ya… those things could take a charging bear down, so when you kept going, well…” He pauses as a hint of concern crosses his stony face. “Anyways, I brought you back here and gave you some pills to calm ya’ down. Sounded like you were angry about somethin’, so I improvised.”

Well whatever he did, it freed you from whatever’s trying to take control… but did he see anyone else? A guy in an orange hoodie, maybe? Or a blonde in a snakeskin jacket?

You pause.

Or… a redhead with a sweater vest and a plaid skirt?

“Seen a few people tonight:” He replies with an apologetic sigh, “Smythe, some kids in some kind of band, two jackasses in red and blue jackets… think I saw two of your pals head up the mountain towards the antenna, too, but they’re probably done for by now.”

Confusion hits you like a water balloon to the face. Wait, why?

“The mountain path’s a deathtrap, is why–hasn’t been maintained worth shit.” Growls Chuck with disdain! “Me and my guys have tried, but without the right materials it’s one big patch job–been bugging Hauser about it for ages and the sonnovabitch never got back to me.”

So just to be clear, you continue, head still muddled by all the new info, he didn’t see anyone by the mine?

This time it’s Chuck’s turn to blink in confusion. “Kid, I found ya on the NORTH POINT of the island. If you were by the mines you musta’ ran a few miles.”

SHIT.

>CONTD.
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>>5747024
You fall back onto the bed as the realization hits you. One more thing, you mutter in a dazed tone, who is this scientist anyways? Did he meet her?

“Couldn’t forget her if I tried.” Spits the groundskeeper. “RIVKA BERTRUGER--don’t worry about what she studies–she’ll tell ya’ whether you want to hear it every time you run into her. Clocked her psychotic ass the moment I saw her step onto the docks a few months ago… I’m a pretty good judge of character–knew right there an’ then she was bad news.”

You open your mouth to ask another question, but Chuck’s anger butts in with another snarl!

“Murderous blue-haired bitch... I’m gonna tear her to pieces for what she did to my daughter…”

BLUE-HAIRED.

Questions fall down like the raindrops outside, but if she’s who you think she is…

You’ve gotta track down the others, and FAST.

>I NEED TO GET TO THE MANSION–DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING SPEEDY?
>YOU SAID THE COMPANY HAD YOU BY THE BALLS–WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
>WHICH WAY DID THOSE BAND KIDS GO?
>ANYTHING I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT LIBBY?
>THE TWO JACKETED GUYS–WHERE’D THEY HEAD OFF TO?
>CAN YOU HELP ME IN ANY OTHER WAY?
>WHERE IS SITE D?
>NEVER MIND, I GOTTA GO!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5747026
>>I NEED TO GET TO THE MANSION–DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING SPEEDY?
>YOU SAID THE COMPANY HAD YOU BY THE BALLS–WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
>THE TWO JACKETED GUYS–WHERE’D THEY HEAD OFF TO?
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>>5747026
>I NEED TO GET TO THE MANSION–DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING SPEEDY?
>YOU SAID THE COMPANY HAD YOU BY THE BALLS–WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
>ANYTHING I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT LIBBY?
Tell him we’ll do our best to find his daughter. We have to go stop that fucking nurse. I knew it was her or that girl that went with Hank. Unless it’s Vivian, but I doubt that.
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>>5747062

I'll support this route
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>>5747058
>>5747062
>>5747112
THE TALLY:
>MANSION: 3
>COMPANY: 2
>LIBBY: 2
>JACKETED DUDES: 1
Writing!
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>>5747062
Also supporting, for the record.
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You’re two seconds away from kicking down the door and rushing out into the storm when you catch yourself.

As tempting as it is to track down that coffee-guzzling monster as soon as possible, you’re certain she has some kind of plan waiting for your arrival… and you’d have to be some kind of fool to think it didn’t have something to do with whatever she injected into you.

It all makes sense now–that stupid injection at the beginning of the night… why? Who else did she get to while fixing them up? She messed with Raj when you brought everyone below the manor… at this point anyone could turn!

“You alright?” Asks Chuck as he easily sees through the forced stoicism on your face. RIVKA, you snarl, you’ve seen her! She was at the damn party this whole time!

The words barely leave your lips before Chuck is out of his chair and by the door! Snatching his HUNTING RIFLE off of the rack and taking a box of CARTRIDGES with him, he glares at you impatiently like a dog ready for a walk!

“What the hell are you waiting for? Let’s SKIN her!”

Wait, you sputter, you’re not planning on jogging over there, are you!?

“Fuck no!” Roars the groundskeeper, “We’re taking my TRUCK! C’mon, kid!”

What say ye?
>HELL YEA, OLD MAN!
>WAIT, WE SHOULD PROBABLY GO SEPARATELY!
>ERRR, NEVER MIND… LET’S NOT GO YET…
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5747170
>HELL YEA, OLD MAN!
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>>5747170
>HELL YEA, OLD MAN!

Let's ride mother fuckers!

Do we still have our earpiece?
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>>5747203
You bet you do! Wanna give the others a call?
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>>5747223
Yes pls. Please be alive...
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>>5747170
>HELL YEA, OLD MAN!
>>5747223
For sure. Even though I worry it might give away our arrival.
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>>5747184
>>5747203
>>5747226
>>5747245
>HELL YEA!
>CALL THE PEEPS

Writing the last update of the night!
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That’s the best idea you’ve heard all night! Zipping up your TRENDY TRACKSUIT and popping the collar, you send a confident nod Chuck’s way–let’s roll!
“C’mon then, and stay low–Smythe’s orders are to eliminate any witnesses…” The old man warns as he moves to open the front door, but pauses! “... Check under the bed, kid.”

Curiouser than a kid on Christmas morning, you peek between the bed and the wall and find a CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION waiting for you along with a BOX OF 6 SHELLS that you load immediately! Seeing you beam appreciatively at his weapon, Chuck responds with an impatient eyeroll.

“Just do me a favor and don’t shoot your foot off with that–it’s an heirloom.”

He doesn’t gotta tell you twice! Shouldering the firearm, the two of you exit the warmth of the cabin and emerge into the full force of the storm!

Torrential rain drenches your face at a near-sideways tilt as you follow the groundskeeper over to a RED PICKUP TRUCK. Unlocking the doors as quickly as he can, Chuck wastes no time in getting the engine started as you hop into the passenger seat!

To the MANSION!

“Roger that!”

Even on full power, the windshield wipers can barely keep up with the rain beating against the windshield–he said you were running through this!?

“That’s how I knew something was wrong,” he replies as he skids away from the cabin and onto a muddy road as if he’d done it a million times (and probably has), “I’ve seen all kinds of drunk during my time in the service and let me tell ya, kid: you weren’t drunk!”

Shit, man, you sigh as you hold on for dear life, thanks for your service! Speaking of, you add, he mentioned Hauser had him by the balls-

“I’ve seen a lot of shit working here all these years,” The groundskeeper grumbles, both eyes locked on the rain soaked windshield, “And not all of it has been above board… my wife passed away years ago–got sick–but that bastard Hauser knew I had a daughter–had his goons keep an eye on her at school from drop-off to pickup!”

Why not skip town, then? Y’know, just run off to, like, New Hampshire or something?

“One thing I’ve learned during my life, kid: if a suit wants something from ya, they’ll get it… doesn’t matter how far ya’ run or who you’ve got watching your back–they’ll find a way eventually.”

A frown forms on your face as you swerve around a fallen tree. What about Mina? Or Darren?

“Couldn’t tell ya.” The man shrugs. “As the proud father of a girl that dyes her hair red and practices goddamn witchcraft in her room all day, all I can say for sure is that I don’t understand kids at all.”

He can say that again, you remark as you spot a shadow lurking between the trees bordering the road, he just gave you a gun!

“I’ll want that back!”

>CONTD.
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One more thing, you add as you keep a watchful eye on what little you can see of the area around you, what can he tell you about Libby?

“That she’s a pain in the ass!” Chuck shouts over the roaring winds outside! “But she’s all I’ve got… when I heard she was coming tonight-”

Hold on, you frown as the truck rolls over what you hope wasn’t a body, he didn’t know she was coming?

“Not until she texted me once she got off the damn ferry… said something about ‘ill tidings’. I’d hoped I could keep an eye on her once the shit hit the fan, but here we are…”

His brusque voice goes quiet as the anger slowly drains from his face. “... she’d better be okay out there…”

Ill Tidings, you repeat, the hell’s that supposed to mean?

“Witch Crap.” The old man shrugs. “She’s been into it ever since her mother passed away–doesn’t help that they have all this shit on the internet about it now…”

So is there a chance she can… y’know, handle herself?

“Not unless someone lent her a gun, nope,” Chuck sighs. “She’s always been good at staying out of sight, but that magic crap of hers…” He shakes his head. “Look, that bitch Rivka told me to tell party guests that those monsters were ‘conjured’--old Indian God bullshit.”

You blink. Why?

“My guess is she thought that’d be easier to believe than her research–not to mention you’d be running around all night trying to find the items for the ‘Ritual’ she invented… it’s a good thing you took a trip down that mine!”

Sure, you sigh as that knot from before returns, great idea…

>CONTD.
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“Anyways, Libby’s magic is about as real as that horseshit… but if some of you have survived this long, well… maybe she has a chance too.”

Still hung up on the mine, you rest your head against the window and remember your EARPIECE that Cammy gave you–you can probably contact someone!

Chuck, you begin as you fiddle with the gizmo, you’re gonna make a quick call, okay?

“Don’t take too long,” he warns, “Smythe’s guys are definitely listening in.”

Clearing your throat, you give the EARPIECE a few taps before continuing! This is Diesel, you announce, and if anyone can hear you, you know who’s behind all this!

DIESEL!” Sputters a familiar and very frightened voice, “Holy shit, bro… I thought you were a goner!”

HANK, you smile, it was the NURSE! she was behind it a-

BRO,” The DISCO Goon interjects, “She LEFT me, man! She left me up here with those THINGS!

Wait, you stammer with growing confusion in your voice, what?

TINA, bro! I turned my back for one second and she was missing! A-and s-some of those t-th-things followed us up the mountain–I heard them, man! B-but then I heard g-gunshots and… and now it’s all quiet!”

SHIT, you snarl, SHITshitSHIT!

“What is it?” Asks Chuck as you cup your ear! Trouble on the mountain, you hastily reply!

The groundskeeper groans. “... it ain’t on our way, kid.”

What say you to Hank?
>CAN HE SIT TIGHT? YOU’RE GOING AFTER THE RINGLEADER!
>WALK ME THROUGH IT SLOWLY–WHAT HAPPENED?
>YOU’LL BE THERE SOON, OKAY? JUST CALM DOWN!
>IS ANYONE ELSE ON THIS FREQUENCY?
>WRITE-IN!

And where to?
>STAY ON COURSE FOR THE MANSION!
>DIVERT TO THE MOUNTAIN!
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>>5747347
>WALK ME THROUGH IT SLOWLY–WHAT HAPPENED?
>IS ANYONE ELSE ON THIS FREQUENCY?
&
>DIVERT TO THE MOUNTAIN!

He's our only remaining friend we KNOW is both on our side and, uh, alive.
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>>5747347
>>WALK ME THROUGH IT SLOWLY–WHAT HAPPENED?
>>IS ANYONE ELSE ON THIS FREQUENCY?
>&
>>DIVERT TO THE MOUNTAIN!
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We just gave away over the radio that we know the nurse is actually the one responsible for all this. Meaning if she has radio access, she already knows we’re on to her and we have that much less time to get to the bunker and stop her from doing something to the others. If we can get a hold of Cammy or somebody on the radio and warn them ahead of time, then I’m all for going after Hank. Otherwise, I think it’d take too much time.

I kind of want to send Chuck out there to see if he can help Hank, and leave us on foot to reach the mansion. We’re decently fast, so long as we can keep our bearings we stand a chance of getting there quick enough to still make a difference. If not, then I don’t think we can risk helping Hank out. Does anybody else think we could try that?
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Ahh forget it. It’s probably dumb as hell to try and sprint to the bunker through the storm. I’ll just go with >>5747355
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>>5747362
>>5747374
Not necessarily dumb since we're a parasitic super-soldier or whatever, but also, not as fast as the vehicle I bet. And as for Hank... No way he diverts from his plan to save his daughter to go rescue a rando.
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>>5747355

This, with a side of seeing if he can contact Mina directly. Not entirely sure we can trust Mina here, but if Mina and the Nurse are in on it, then bunker senpai is probably fucked anyway.
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>>5747382
>>5747378
I worry that all we’ve done is corral everyone we saved into a kill-box, and going after Hank will leave them dead. The only person over there I really trust is Cammy.
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>>5747388
They've probably been there for an hour or two at this point (depending on blackout time), so I can't help but feel whatever will happened to them, has happened. Our dear nurse has had plenty of time to hand out experimental drugs under the guise of medicine.

...there may not be anyone to save there.
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>>5747403
You’re probably right. Let’s just hope there’s still time for the others.
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>>5747408
There's ALWAYS TIME for the others! ALWAYS!

>>5747355
>>5747356
>>5747374
>>5747382
>WALK ME THROUGH IT!
>ANYONE ELSE ON THIS FREQUENCY?
>MOUNTAIN TIME!

Writing!
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That doesn’t matter, you groan, everyone’s gonna be on the mountain soon–you’re certain of it!

The groundskeeper frowns. “Care to explain why?”

You respond by activating your EARPIECE again. Hank, you begin, sit tight, okay? You’re coming to get him!

“Oh thank CHRIST!” The Tech Dude half-sputters, half-whispers! “I-I’ll try to get the RADIO working–it’s beat up, but fixable!”

Atta’ boy, you nod. That’s why, you add as you turn your attention back towards your driver, anyone and everyone that heard that is gonna be headed for the mountain now…

“... so you’ve just made an ambush.” Chuck sighs as the truck rolls over a patch of bumpy road, “For us.”

No, you reply, for all of the assholes trying to ruin tonight! You’re tired of playing cat and mouse and waiting for these idiots hiding in the shadows! All of this is gonna end soon, you continue with determination in your voice, one way or another!

“Huh. Guess I shoulda pegged you for the crazy type when I caught you running through the woods…” Remarks your driver as he takes a turn a little too sharply! “Hope you’re ready for it, kid.”

You do too, but you don’t really have a choice anymore–anyone smart enough to be listening in to the call won’t want to broadcast that they’re on the way… you’ll just have to see who or what shows up!

Hank, you continue as you speak into your EARPIECE, walk me through what happened again. Slowly this time!

“O-okay!” He stammers, still afraid to poke his head out of his hidey-hole, “We got attacked on the way up–by that BIG guy!”

One of them, you think to yourself.

“So we ditched the cart when the mountain path got narrow–a lot of it was covered in rocks and stuff, so we had to climb! Felt like my heart was gonna pop out!”

Focus, man, you hiss, what happened next?

“We lost the big guy, but then those DOG THINGS came after us! Tina was able to fend ‘em off with this pipe she found, but there were way too many, so we ran to the antenna tower–the one just next to the HELICOPTER PAD!

And what was up with the equipment?

“That’s the weird part–I checked through the whole place and while a few machines were busted, the actual antenna terminal was fine! If I didn’t know any better I’d say someone just, like, changed a few settings or put some kinda JAMMER on it!”

You blink. Wait, wha?

>CONTD.
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“YEA!” Exclaims the Tech Wiz, “I was just about to look around when those dogs came back… and the next thing I know, Tina’s GONE! Musta’ hid for hours trying to reach someone on the radio–oh, speaking of: the EMERGENCY BROADCAST TERMINAL is busted, but it’s definitely fixable! I-If I didn’t hear those gunshots outside…”

It’s fine, Hank, you reply in a calming tone, he did good. Just keep your head down and don’t say a WORD about where you’re hiding!

“Shit, don’t gotta tell ME twice! Just… just be careful, man!”

Always are, you reply! Turning your attention towards Chuck, you raise your eyebrow at his stern face. Did he get all that?

“Oh I got it alright…” He grumbles, “Goddamn company… I still don’t know if that scientist messed with the antenna or someone else…”

We’re gonna find out soon! No sooner do you reassure him, however, do you feel the truck LURCH as something crashes into it from the side! Instinctively swerving to shake whatever it is off, you and Chuck both gawk in horror as a NOTDOG clings to the side of the truck… along with three more of its packmates keeping pace alongside it!

“Kid,” Chuck announces as he continues to try to shake the monster off, “I’m gonna need you to help out here!”

Way ahead of ya, you nod! What’s first?
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>GET THAT DOG OFF THE SIDE OF THE TRUCK!
>DEAL WITH HIS FRIENDS BEFORE THEY JUMP YOU!
>JUST RUN DEFENSE–LET THE REST OF THE PACK COME TO YOU AND CRUSH ‘EM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5747729
>GET THAT DOG OFF THE SIDE OF THE TRUCK!
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>>5747729

>DEAL WITH HIS FRIENDS BEFORE THEY JUMP YOU!

> USE YOUR WRIST WHIP TO TOPPLE ONE NOTWOLF INTO ANOTHER!
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>>5747729
>GET THAT DOG OFF THE SIDE OF THE TRUCK!
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>>5747762
Not a bad idea to knock the dog off the door into the others!
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>>5747760
>>5747762
>>5747769
>>5747775
>GET THE DOG OFF THE TRUCK... AND USE HIM TO SMACK THE OTHERS!

Alrighty then! I know rolling is a bit... spooky now, but...
>ROLL ME 4d100+5 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +2 WRIST WHIP, +2 GOOD WRITE-IN! -3 TRUCKIN' THROUGH A STORM, -3 MANY CRITTERS) TO MAKE IT HAPPEN! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 53 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5747824
bad doggy
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Rolled 5 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5747824
You meant 1d100, right?
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Rolled 100 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5747824
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>>5747862
It’s about fucking time.
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>>5747862
Our redemption arc begins!
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>>5747860
I mean 4--one for each dog, but since you got a hundred, well...
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Rolled 33, 69, 17, 80 = 199 (4d100)

>>5747824
Rolling as well, since...

>>5747882
Oops!
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Oh you’ll help alright, you snarl with grim anticipation as a devilish smile forms on your face! You’ve come too far to fail now, and you’re not going to be delayed on the way to the big meetup! Rolling down your window (which takes longer than you’d like being one of those crank ones), you get out of your seat and lean out the window with your WRIST WHIP coiled up at your side!

The NOTWOLF/DOG/CANINE having the time of its life riding on the side notices you almost immediately, and like any good, dumb animal it wastes no time in lunging for you! It’s fast on the draw, but you’re FASTER--snatching the pouncing beast out of the air like it was a pop fly ball, your new appendage wraps tightly around its throat as you bring your hand back!

Armed with your new DOG FLAIL, you swing the confused canine over your head to get a feel for your whip’s strength–sure enough, the wormlike tendril boasts more strength than you imagined! So much so that the NOTDOGS pursuing you are taken completely off-guard by how fast you bring their packmate crashing into them!

Even with the roaring winds and rain, you’re treated to a satisfying CRUNCH as the beasts collide! Speeding down the road, you watch as the animals struggle to untangle themselves as their prone forms grow smaller and smaller in the distance!

“Shit, kid,” Remarks Chuck as he stows his HUNTING RIFLE back at his side, “Didn’t even waste a shot… not bad.”

You’re saving the best for that NURSE, you growl–you’ve got a whole bunch of payback you’re itching to dish out!

“That’s what I like to hear. Hold on–we’re gonna take the BACK ROAD up…”

The truck tires squeal as the groundskeeper skids down an unmarked path crowded by shrubs and greenery–is… is this really the best way right now?

“Fastest way to the top, yep,” Nods the old man, “But also the route Smythe’s guys’ll take if they’ve caught wind of your little plan… best keep low until I say so.”

Despite his warning, however, your trip up the mountain is relatively peaceful save for the battle brewing inside your stomach! Can he turn on the AC? You’re gonna hurl-

“Told ya’ to keep down–we’re bein’ watched.” He hisses, not taking his eyes off the road. “Fresh tracks on the road, too. Expect company.”

You’re expecting anything at this point…

>CONTD.
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If the wind was strong before, it’s TRIPLE that now! Buffeting the truck the whole way up, you try to focus on something besides being flung off the cliffside road you’re on, but it’s not easy!

“Here’s the plan, kid:” Chuck begins as you feel the road start to level out, “I’ll park the truck next to some cover… that’ll be your ticket into the BROADCAST CENTER.

What’s he gonna do, then, you ask as you continue to remain huddled below the passenger seat!

“I’ll see if I can draw anyone out–they’ve got no reason to hurt me… yet. But if something’s up, listen for me WHISTLIN’. A long one.”

Gotcha, you sigh, just don’t do anything stupid…

“Likewise.”

The roaring winds continue as the truck continues trundling along until the groundskeeper brings it to a slow stop with a grave look on his face.

“Gate’s been opened recently. Someone closed it. Keep. DOWN.”

Taking a steadying breath, Chuck opens his door and steps out into the raging storm! Daring to take a peek through the windshield, your breath catches as you spot two black-clad figures quietly shadowing him as he fiddles with the gate! Though they keep their distance, you can tell they’re planning something… what, though, you can’t really tell…

What do!?
>HONK THE HORN!
>JUST WATCH–THEY HAVEN’T SHOT HIM YET…
>HIT ‘EM WITH THE CAR!
>AMBUSH THEM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5747918
>AMBUSH THEM!
Don’t risk them getting the chance to take out Chuck.
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>>5747918
>AMBUSH THEM!
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>>5747918
>JUST WATCH–THEY HAVEN’T SHOT HIM YET…
They don't know he's involved with us yet. Let's not confirm any suspicions.
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>>5747924
>>5747934
>AMBUSH!

>>5747935
>HOLD UP!

Aww, how sweet of you! Now for the ROLL!
>ROLL ME 1d100+5 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +4 RAINING CATS AND DOGS, -4 TRAINED OPERATORS, -2 ARMORED) TO TAKE CARE OF 'EM! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
Also, ambush 'em with WHAT?
>WRIST WHIP!
>FLAMETHROWER!
>MEAT CLEAVER!
>STUN STAFF!
>JUST FUCK 'EM UP WITH YOUR BARE HANDS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5747984
>STUN STAFF!
If we must. But someone else is rolling!
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Rolled 82 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5747984
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Rolled 18 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5747984
>STUN STAFF!
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Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>5747984
> STUN STAFF

The dice don't know my name the dice are random the dice aren't the enemy the dice don't hate me
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>>5747990
>>5748003
>>5748033
>HIGHEST ROLL: 87!
Writing!
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You don’t know what they’re planning, but you’re willing to bet it ain’t good! Slinking out of the car like a tracksuited snake, you shadow the shadowers as you reach into your pockets for the STUN STAFF you pilfered from the lab!

The storm makes good cover. Even as your feet slosh and squish through the mud, both operators are too focused on Chuck to sense anything awry! It’s only when you prepare to strike that one of them turns, but by then it’s too late!

Sweeping the legs of one security goon, you immediately jab his partner in his balaclava-wearing face just as he thrusts a COMBAT KNIFE at your gut! Finishing the fight with a decisive stomp to the prone security guard’s face, you jolt both of them a second time to be safe as the groundskeeper watches you with an incredulous look on his face!

“What the HELL are you doing!?” He hisses through clenched teeth!

Saving his ass, you counter–they were sneaking up on him!

“For fuck’s sake… if they find these guys…”

Unable to decide on thanking or scolding you, Chuck merely shakes his head as he drapes one of the guards over his shoulder! “Let’s stash ‘em before anyone notices–there’s definitely more around!”

Hold on, you mutter as an idea slowly forms in your head…
>LET’S LOOT ‘EM FIRST!
>I SEE SOME GOOD DISGUISES IN FRONT OF US, CHUCK…
>WE SHOULD JUST CHUCK THEM OFF THE CLIFF–SCREW ‘EM!
>DO THEY HAVE RADIOS? WE CAN LISTEN IN AND MAYBE MESS WITH THEM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5748046
>DO THEY HAVE RADIOS? WE CAN LISTEN IN AND MAYBE MESS WITH THEM!
>I SEE SOME GOOD DISGUISES IN FRONT OF US, CHUCK…
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>>5748046
>DO THEY HAVE RADIOS? WE CAN LISTEN IN AND MAYBE MESS WITH THEM!
Don’t kill the bastards if we can help it. They’re just doing their jobs at the end of the day. And that bitch of a scientist’s logs showed that they’re not all heartless.
>I SEE SOME GOOD DISGUISES IN FRONT OF US, CHUCK…
Let’s just have us wear a disguise. Chuck should be kind of okay as he is. A disguise probably won’t get us too far, but if we keep our distance or get caught it might grant us a few moments to do something. If these guys are smart, and I have no reason to doubt they aren’t, I’ll bet they have security words and callbacks.
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>>5748046
>DO THEY HAVE RADIOS? WE CAN LISTEN IN AND MAYBE MESS WITH THEM!
>I SEE SOME GOOD DISGUISES IN FRONT OF US, CHUCK…
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>>5748046
>>DO THEY HAVE RADIOS? WE CAN LISTEN IN AND MAYBE MESS WITH THEM!
>>I SEE SOME GOOD DISGUISES IN FRONT OF US, CHUCK…
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>>5748046
>LET’S LOOT ‘EM FIRST!
>I SEE SOME GOOD DISGUISES IN FRONT OF US, CHUCK…
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>>5748049
>>5748060
>>5748069
>>5748076
>>5748120
>RADIOS!
>DISGUISES!
Writing!
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>>5748120
Whoops,
>LOOT TOO! : )))
Sorry, anon! I'll make it up to you in a bit, honest!
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Hold on, Chuck, you whisper as you scurry over to his side, does he see what you see?

“I see two unconscious security guards sitting in the middle of the damn entrance! THAT’S what I see!”

Man, how is he able to stay so quiet and yet sound so urgent? Look, you sigh, these guys have UNIFORMS! So could we!

“You realize these aren’t your little white-suited pals, right?” He hisses with growing irritation in his tone, “These are trained security personnel-”

And if we stay far enough we can look the part too, you reply! Now let’s move ‘em somewhere private!

“... that’s what we were doing.”

Oh yea, huh? Well c’mon!

You’re not exactly sure what counts as ‘hidden’ on the mountain top–for all you know there’s a sniper hanging from the top of the antenna by a bungie cord or something. Taking the unconscious goons further down the road, you find a patch of scrub and bushes… good enough, you think!

Placing them both beneath the leaves, you hear a faint crackle from both of the guard’s chests–RADIOS!

Blue Two. Five guests main gate–three–no, four female, one male, no primary targets. Advise.
Red Seven. Pack leader wants ‘em for interrogation. Detain and hold.
Copy. Blue Two out.

“Sounds like some folks got your message…” Remarks Chuck as you curse under your breath. “And Smythe’s gonna want to see what they know…”

What the heck is he talking about, you groan, Smythe’s dead! You blew his ass up in the mine! Chuck looks at you as if you just told him you were Santa Claus.

“... Kid, does that sound like he’s dead?”

It should! Maybe they’re just… pretending! Y’know, so that morale stays high?

“I know Reggie well enough to know he doesn’t die easily…” Frowns the old man. “And if you did do that to him, well… you really oughta learn to make sure people are dead.”

That’s a skill you never want to get practice in, but fine… in any case, you’ve got RADIOS. You’ve got RIFLES. AND you’ve got DISGUISES… WITH ARMOR!

Who’s putting it on?
>BOTH!
>DIESEL!
>CHUCK!

And what about the RADIOS?
>TURN ‘EM OFF!
>NOTHING, JUST KEEP ‘EM FOR NOW!
>REPORT A DISTRACTION!
>TRY TO REDIRECT THOSE GUESTS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5748166
>DIESEL!
Chuck already works here, after all.
>REPORT A DISTRACTION!
>TRY TO REDIRECT THOSE GUESTS!
Mayeb we can reprot a distraction (like a swarm of monsters in an area between the tower and the hidden alcove) that will simultaneously draw enemies there AND discourage our friends and other party people from making their way here until we mop up?
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>>5748169
>>5748166
+1
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>>5748169
Support.
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>>5748169
>>5748174
>>5748195
>DIESEL COSTUME!
>DISTRACTION AND REDIRECT!

It's that time again, folks!
>ROLL ME 1d100+1 (+3 GOOD WRITE-IN! +2 SECURITY RADIO!, -4 HIGHLY TRAINED PROS!) TO DISTRACT VIA RADIO! BEST OF 3 ROLLS! BONUSES IF YOU'VE GOT ANY MORE GOOD WRITE-INS!
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Rolled 17 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5748217
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Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>5748217
Declaring one of the bastards nearly strangled us might help with unfamiliar voice, and not being 100 percent with protocol.

Tempted to try and spin the idea that one of the monsters can do voice mimicry to really fuck with them...
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Rolled 54 + 1 (1d100 + 1)

>>5748217
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>>5748252
Whew
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>>5748238
>Tempted to try and spin the idea that one of the monsters can do voice mimicry to really fuck with them...
I love this idea of convincing them that there’s some kind of skinwalker-esque creature that’s copying people’s voices and appearance. Really make them start questioning each other.
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>>5748221
>>5748238
>>5748252
>HIGHEST ROLL: 55!
>>5748238
>>5748254
Definitely worth a try! Writing!
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Making sure no one’s watching, you don the security guard’s armor as quickly as you can with rain and wind pounding against your back! Which is not very fast, by the way!

“You done yet?” Grumbles Chuck as he watches you load the N4 RIFLE you ‘borrowed’. “... and do you know how to use that?”

You know the basics, you reply as you take a look at the small insignia on your armor’s shoulder: 5 GREEN TICKMARKS! Just point and shoot, right?

“Just keep that end outta my face…” Warns the old man as he gently pushes your weapon’s muzzle away from him. “Let’s go–don’t want to be around when someone finds these two…”

One sec, you reply, you’ve got one more trick up your sleeve! Dipping your helmeted head towards the RADIO next to your shoulder, you prepare to deliver the performance of a lifetime!

G-Green Seven, you wheeze, earning a startled glance from your new partner, N-need assistance!

To your fellow goon’s credit, your call for help is answered almost immediately!
Red Seven. Say again.
That… you stammer, th-that bastard s-strangled me with… with some kind of TENTACLE! He was wearing armor!
Green Three. Identify again.

You knew this shit would happen, so you respond with a perfect rendition of one of Uncle Emilio’s coughing fits! He… wearing armor–ran downhill…

Yellow Four–contact was wearing security armor?
Red Seven–cut the chatter-
Red Three, belay that last order for the guests! What’s your location?
BLUE TWO, we’re already en route–what’s the play here?
RED SEVEN, Who put YOUR ass in charge!?

G-Green Seven, you gasp as you try to stifle a menacing chuckle, H-he slid down the West side! Didn’t see who…

As the comms channel explodes into chaos, you can already hear your mischief start to bear fruit ahead–hushed conversations break out from the various corners between the BROADCAST BUILDING and the HELIPAD, and under the guise of the growing confusion you and Chuck creep inside!

You give a wide berth to a squad of security goons as they burst out of the BROADCAST BUILDING with their weapons drawn–if they notice anything out of the ordinary with you, they don’t show it!

Though the ANTENNA remains unpowered and the HELIPAD is clear save for a few SECURITY APCS parked strategically in case of a firefight, you can hear muffled voices inside the BROADCAST BUILDING–one female, the other male… You can’t recognize the guy, but you’d know the woman’s cold tone from anywhere!

MINA!

>CONTD.
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Whoever she’s talking to, she sounds pissed… but the guy seems no worse for wear!

“If you’re gonna eavesdrop then let’s find a better spot for it–we’re gonna look like assholes standing around here!” Warns Chuck!

What do?
INVENTORY PASTEBIN UPDATED!
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>ENTER THE BROADCAST BUILDING AND BLEND IN!
>TRY TO FIND A WINDOW OR SOMETHING TO EAVESDROP THROUGH!
>USE THE OPPORTUNITY TO CHECK OUT THE APCS!
>CHECK AROUND SOME MORE–ARE THEY DETAINING PEOPLE?
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5748286
>ENTER THE BROADCAST BUILDING AND BLEND IN!
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>>5748286
>TRY TO FIND A WINDOW OR SOMETHING TO EAVESDROP THROUGH!
Better that we’re outside if they catch onto us. It’ll be easier to make a getaway.
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>>5748286
>>ENTER THE BROADCAST BUILDING AND BLEND IN!
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>>5748286
Switch me from >>5748291 to
>ENTER THE BROADCAST BUILDING AND BLEND IN!
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Gonna pick this up tomorrow after work--starting to feel like crap! Expect an update around 4-5PM PST! Believe it or not we're actually getting close to the end... but there's still plenty more surprises in store! Hope to see you then...
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>>5748329
Thanks for running, Bones!
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>>5748329
The end of the thread, or the whole quest?? Anyway, feel better soon!

>>5748286
>ENTER THE BROADCAST BUILDING AND BLEND IN!
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>>5748410
Whole quest! You guys are blazing through it, man! Not that I expected this one to be long that the last one... thanks, by the way--gonna hope I'm in a more writey mood after work!

>>5748334
Thank YOU for playing! Hope I can finish off strong for you all!
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>>5748289
>>5748293
>>5748322
>>5748410
>BLEND INNNN!
Writing!
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You’re in the belly of the beast right now, so you might as well go all the way! Motioning for Chuck to take the lead into the BROADCAST BUILDING, you sneakily take out your phone and pull a PEPPER MANEUVER: that is, starting a voice recording on the device before entering!

You scarcely make your way through the door before your heart skips a beat–and not in the dreamy way either! Amidst a jungle of unfamiliar broadcasting equipment stands Mina–her face practically DRIPPING with ire as her brother Darren lies on the ground writhing in pain as if someone fed him a whole pineapple pizza!

But what gives you pause isn’t that sight… flanked by two Hauser Security Goons stands a tall man in a black pinstripe suit with white, undyed hair…

And a scruffy-looking man wearing a familiar red Hawaiian shirt and hat next to him! His gaze shifts momentarily upon your entrance, but when he sees your uniform and Chuck’s, well… rustic flair, he turns his attention back to his patrons.

It’s a good thing you’re wearing a balaclava, otherwise they would’ve heard your surprised gasp, but as it stands, the group appears to have much more going on…

“I’m not doing it!” Snarls Mina as she stands between the old man’s goons and her downed brother, “There’s got to be another way!”

“Then you clearly haven’t been paying attention.” Purrs the man in the suit with a colder voice than hers! “This is no longer about your little school friends, my dear, this is about business.”

“Lying to my classmates so that your men can round them up and slaughter them? Is THAT what you call business?”

YOUR men, girl! YOUR business!” Snaps the white-haired man as he angrily thrusts his finger at her face! “You heard my terms when I called you during that insipid leadership speech: NO. LOOSE. ENDS!

Mina’s anger gives way to defeat as a low chuckle escapes Smythe’s mouth.

“Gotta pay if ya’ wanna play, Min. Them’s the breaks.”

Smug undead asshole--how is he alive and Pepper ISN’T!?

You feel a calloused hand stealthily brush against your shoulder–Chuck’s telling you to cool it…

>CONTD.
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“You could learn from Mr. Smythe…” Agrees the suit as he begins to pace in front of his guards, “We’re not running some pathetic Mom and Pop Pharmacy where the smiles are free, Mina–we’re treading water in a shark tank… and every hesitation sends another drop of our blood into their wake. Attachment is a weakness and you know it.”

“But-”

“But NOTHING!” The old man snarls as he shoves a pile of equipment off of a table, “The decision is simple: reassure your friends that we’ll evacuate them all provided they sign an NDA… and the company is yours.”

Mina’s lip quivers as anger builds in her face.

“Or,” Shrugs the old man, “Refuse! Pout! Throw another one of your little tantrums–it makes no difference: they all have to be eliminated.”

His face lights up a bit with an idea. “Think of the meat industry: when the consumers saw the conditions of an average slaughterhouse, they panicked! Cramped, filthy conditions… machines straight out of a horror movie… but when they began pushing that ‘Free Range’ drivel, suddenly it didn’t matter anymore where the meat came from!”

“It’s not the same…” Growls Mina under her breath, “These are people... my friends.”

“Oh, I think it is, my dear.” The suited man sneers! “Would you rather they were gunned down now? Or would you prefer they had one last moment of respite… and then drifted off peacefully?”

The class prez is shaking now… nothing like the cold heiress you’ve seen all night.

“Do this for me and the company is yours, Mina… one. last. test.” The old man gives her brother a kick on the floor. “Prove to me once and for all that you have the resolve your brother lacks… that you truly are MY child.”

Your hand shakes at your side clenched and ready to throttle the suited man’s miserable neck! So this is Hauser, huh? You couldn’t have asked for a better introduction to the wretched sonnovabitch…

“You’re conflicted.” Hauser says with a grim smile. “Perhaps Mr. Smythe could… aid your decision?”

“No trouble at all, boss!” Grins the Aussie as he snaps a finger! “Think I might bring one of those kids in here an’ counta’ ten…”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, Mr. Smythe!” Nods Hauser as Mina’s already pale face grows paler and Darren emits a weak no... from the ground. “Perhaps one of the quieter, less-popular ones to start… where’s that damned Hornsby girl when you need her… Oh, and see if you can scrounge up another one of those SUPPRESSOR DRUGS... wouldn’t want my little princess to lose her temper…”

You could put some bullets into these assholes right now… but Mina might also have some kind of plan brewing–not to mention you might learn more if you wait.

What do?
>KEEP LISTENING!
>ATTACK!
>LEAVE AND TRY TO FIND THIS HOLDING AREA!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5749018

>ATTACK!

Personally I'm thinking we grab Hauser by the neck with our wrist whip and see if we can throw him further than we trust him.
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>>5749018
>ATTACK!
He insulted Pepper.
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>>5749018
>LEAVE AND TRY TO FIND THIS HOLDING AREA!
This dude's plot armour is invariably going to be rated for 12-gauge
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>>5749028

You know, what are thoughts on switching to a write in?

> WALK UP AND TELL MINA "WE THE GUARDS ARE HERE AND WE SUPPORT YOU."

Hoping she recognizes our voice and then makes a play knowing we're there for the ambush.
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>>5749018
>LEAVE AND TRY TO FIND THIS HOLDING AREA!
The Australian will get what is coming to him don't worry, our top priority is Hauser and then doktor
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>>5749018
>>LEAVE AND TRY TO FIND THIS HOLDING AREA!
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>>5749018
>LEAVE AND TRY TO FIND THIS HOLDING AREA!
If we attack now, all they’ll do is slaughter the others or hold them at gunpoint to leverage us, same as they’re doing to Mina. Get rid of their bargaining chips, and they’ll be forced to fight us.

>where’s that damned Hornsby girl when you need her…
We need to do something creative for these fucks.
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>>5749078
Ugh, fine, good points all. I'll follow your plan.

>>5749018
Changing >>5749035 to this.
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>>5749039
>>5749063
>>5749069
>>5749078
>>5749089
>LEAVE AND FIND THE HOLDING AREA!

>>5749055
>TELL MINA GUARDS SUPPORT!

Writing!
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It would take just a second–a second followed by a blaze of gunfire and most likely a few bullets taking a tour through your dome, but it’d be worth it to send Hauser and his pet Australian to the Big Boardroom in the Sky…

But you hesitate. If what the old man said was true, some of the party guests are being held somewhere close… and depending on Mina’s decision they might be killed soon or soonER! But with the distraction you made you might just have a chance at springing them! And without Hauser’s leverage, well…

He’s just another monkey in a suit…

Their time will come, you reason as you give Chuck’s arm a stealthy pat before turning back towards the door! Though he doesn’t respond or flinch, you can see in his tired eyes that he’s counting on you… and whatever crazy scheme you’ve got cooking!

“Oi, you!”

Of course there’d be a snag. Pausing in front of the door, you slowly turn around again to find Smythe an arm’s breadth away from you with a cheeky grin on his face!

“How’s the weather out there, mate?”

SHIT! Is this a callback? A genuine question? Your mind races as the security chief waits for your response with an endearing smile!

You know what’s hiding behind it, though… and the fact that he isn’t hurt anymore makes this interaction all the more chilling…

>COUGH! PLAY YOUR PART FROM BEFORE!
>TELL HIM IT’S SHIT OUTSIDE!
>REPORT! GIVE HIM SOME DETAILS!
>BE POLITE! FINE, SIR!
>MAKE SOMETHING UP! (WRITE-IN?)
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>>5749150
>COUGH! PLAY YOUR PART FROM BEFORE!
>TELL HIM IT’S SHIT OUTSIDE!
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>>5749150
>>COUGH! PLAY YOUR PART FROM BEFORE!
>>TELL HIM IT’S SHIT OUTSIDE!
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>>5749150
>COUGH! PLAY YOUR PART FROM BEFORE!
>TELL HIM IT’S SHIT OUTSIDE!
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>>5749153
>>5749158
>>5749170
>COUGH!
>IT'S SHIT!
Good call! let's see if it works out!

>ROLL ME 1d100+4 (+5 GOOD COVER, +2 CHUCK ASSIST, -3 NATURALLY-SUSPICIOUS SMYTHE) TO PULL THE WOOL OVER HIS EYES! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 33 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>5749179
activate accent imitation
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Rolled 13 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5749179
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Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>5749179
WATCH THIS!
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>>5749193
rather not
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>>5749185
>>5749186
>>5749193
Oh god, we fucked that accent UP.
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>>5749185
>>5749186
>>5749193
>HIGHEST ROLL: 37!
Writing!
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>>5749185
>>5749186
>>5749193
Can't trick this aussie
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You answer your ‘boss’ with a sudden coughing fit–one that actually gets him to back up a little bit from the intensity! It’s, you sputter, it’s er… shoite...

Smythe blinks. “... come again, mate?”

It’s sheet, you repeat in a different accent! Oh god, which one do you choose?! They’re all so GOOD!

“Huh.” Remarks the Security Chief as he glances down at his feet and frowns. “... shoe’s untied.”

You already know what’s coming–you’ve fallen for the same damn trick from your Master for ages… but even with all of that practice and pain, your body still reacts the same damn way.

You look down.

Your shoe isn’t untied, of course, but there is a sizable fist headed straight for y-OOF!

Your helmet goes sailing into the air as Smythe immediately transitions into a spin-kick that launches you out the door and skidding across the muddy ground prompting all of the guards to snap to attention!

“Diesel-fuckin’-Crash!” Roars the Aussie as he casually follows you through the door cracking his knuckles as he goes, “Haven’t seen ya’ since you dropped a goddamn MINE on me!”

Leaping to your feet, you rush the Aussie with a flurry of blows, but he’s a lot more limber than he was when he was underneath a bunch of rubble! Weaving through your blows one by one, Smythe snatches your hand mid-punch and starts to crush it like some kind of wrestling gimmick!

“How HAVE you been?”

You answer him by delivering a kick to his groin, but he blocks it with a quick counter-kick!

“Try harder, mate–this time I’m not playin’ nice!”

Locking his leg around yours, the security chief delivers a palm-strike to your chest and sends you stumbling backwards towards the HELIPAD! Skidding across the wet pavement, Smythe’s employees watch the chaos unfold unsure of what to do!

“Watch the show, boys,” He announces as he jabs your chin, “Ya’ might learn something once I’m done kicking his ass!”

SMYTHE!

Pausing mid-scrap, the Aussie groans as Hauser emerges from the BROADCAST BUILDING with Mina in front of him and a gun pointed at the back of her head!

“C’mon, boss…”

“You must be this PIZZA BOY I’ve heard so much about…” Remarks Hauser as he approaches with Chuck and the guards, “Tell me: do you break into and rummage around every house you deliver to, or am I just special?”

Nah, you spit, just his MOM’S place!

>CONTD.
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“Charming.” Remarks the CEO before turning to one of the guards, “Well you certainly seem more competent than my daughter’s other associates… in fact, that gives me an idea…”

“Don’t do it, Diesel!” Snaps Mina as she steps away from her father, “Don’t listen to a word he sa-”

The girl is interrupted by a pistol to the back of the head–not one of its bullets, thankfully, but you still cringe as you see Mina recoil from the blow!

“Amusing, isn’t it?” Hauser smirks as the guards take over holding her steady in front of him, “Despite all the gifts I’ve given them, my children are still so weak…”

Says the pussy holding her at gunpo-OOF!

“Now now, mate, swearin’s a bad habit!” Chides Smythe as he interrupts you with a punch to the gut! Despite your changes thanks to the parasite, his attack still feels solid as a brick–what the hell happened to him?!

The Good Doctor fixed me up after our run-in at the mine…” He hisses with a Cheshire grin forming on his face, “But don’t worry… we’ll take care of her once you’re out of the picture!

“Mina my dear, I think it’s time for another lesson in management.” Strolling over to you, Hauser points his gun at your temple.

NO!” Roars Mina as the guards continue to keep her in their sights, “NO!

“When running a company you must always make sacrifices…” Hauser continues as he cocks the handgun’s hammer back, “But also know when to take a deal… so I’ll let you choose: if you tell me to kill the delivery boy, I’ll spare one of your… associates. But if you refuse… Smythe will choose one of our prisoners… and I’ll blow their brains out instead.”

The old man raises a bushy eyebrow above his shades. “Any words you’d like to share, boy? They might be your last...

A brief flash stings your eyes, but you have no clue where it came from–way that lightning?

What say thee? ONE THING!
>YOU’RE A SHITTY FATHER!
>YOU’RE PISSING ME OFF, OLD MAN…
>SMYTHE’S GONNA BETRAY YOU!
>WHAT’S YOUR BIG PLAN ANYWAYS?
>YOU’VE GOT LIBBY, DON’T YOU?
>NOW, EVERYONE!
>YOU GOT THIS, MINA!
>SPIT IN HIS MOUTH!
>STAY SILENT!
>WRITE-IN!

Last update for tonight! Will check in TUESDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST! Here goes something!
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>>5749239
>WRITE-IN!
Pull out our box of cigars, stick one in our mouth, and ask for a light. They don’t know we have the tentacle ability yet, so if they try to pass us a lighter, grab one if them and put our revolver against their head. Two can play the hostage game.
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>>5749239

> YOU! ARE! NOT! WORTHY!
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>>5749257
I don't think Smythe or Hauser value their employees enough for that to work. If our tentacle can reach, 'd say whip the gun from his hand, though. But as we do it...

>>5749239
> YOU! ARE! NOT! WORTHY!
Why not? Bets possible time to hulk out.
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>>5749239
>NOW, EVERYONE!
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>>5749268
I meant to grab Smyth or Hauser.
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>>5749257
I am this anon, and I think I’d like to change up the idea to abandon the cigar theatrics, and just grab Hauser and hold him at gunpoint. Hopefully buy us time to get a better plan going or for Chuck to do something. So just,
>TENDRIL GRAB HAUSER AND HOLD HIM HOSTAGE!
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>>5749239
>Its slicing time and I am all out of dough
Proceed to surprise tentacle attack on Hauser
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>>5749743
>>5749776
>>5749268
>TENDRIL GRAB HAUSER!
>AND DO SOME OF THAT WORTHY STUFF THAT'LL RULE

>>5749274
>NOW, EVERYONE!

Let's see how this goes! No pressure, folks!
>ROLL ME 1d100+7 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +2 WRIST WHIP, +5 ???, -4 AT GODDAMN GUNPOINT, -3 SMYYTHE!) TO GRAB THIS GOON! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 64 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>5749795
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Rolled 75 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>5749795
Good thing we got rid of all our 1s early
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Rolled 79 + 7 (1d100 + 7)

>>5749795
This is for Pepper
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>>5749798
No it was not a good thing.


It was not at all.
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>>5749797
>>5749798
>>5749805
>HIGHEST ROLL: 86!
>>5749810
I think you're about to find that it was a good thing getting such a crazy set of rolls--like I said before, it's rarer to fail that much than it is to roll a 100 by far... in fact, you're so lucky that you're almost lucky....

And that deserves a treat, I think.
Writing!
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>>5749836
> And that deserves a treat, I think.
He’s planning something and I’m not sure how to feel.
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>>5749839
Ominous...
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Anger wells up inside of you as you stare down the barrel of Hauser’s REVOLVER–real anger, not that HUNGER bullshit you were given by that crazy bitch earlier! You’ve always had trouble containing your temper–it’s gotten you into trouble more times than you can count!

But today… today it’s gonna save some people.

“What’s wrong? Better hurry before my daughter takes charge for once…” Sneers the old man as he prods your head with the gun! Before he can retract it, however, you take him by surprise and swat it away and wrap your WRIST WHIP around his neck in one swift movement!

At that moment, all guns are on you–holding the Hauser patriarch close, you try to find an angle you aren’t being targeted from, but it’s no use… you’re surrounded!

“Oh well done, mate…” Chuckles Smythe as he gives your performance a slow clap, “So what’s next, ey?”

Make a move and find out, you snarl as you tighten your grip around the old man’s throat!

Hck…” Sputters Hauser as he stays in your grasp, “I hit the ground… s-so do your friends…

Smythe sends a shrill whistle into the stormy air, prompting the rest of the partygoers to be paraded out of one of the nearby storage sheds like show ponies: there’s all of STUCO, of course, the gang led by Jake whose professional air has all but depleted leaving him with a somber, defeated stare. Bill and Tina follow close behind, the latter more stone faced than ever. Guess whatever she was told to do didn’t pay off…

The bandmates aren’t far behind–you recognize Fritz almost immediately with his blue liberty spikes and Reese with the hair covering his whole face. Between them stumble a green-haired girl with a spiked leather jacket and a bearded guy almost as big as Moose–Didi and Omar, you think you heard their names were?

Ayla guards Terra like a loyal hound despite being clearly injured, and behind them both of the Nguyen Twins follow like kids caught in the candy jar.

Bringing up the rear are people you definitely recognize: the last remnants of the Disciplinary Committee: Leo, the music aficionado, Cammy, whose mouth has been taped shut for probably a good reason, Hank, whose hiding spot clearly didn’t pay off, and then there’s Vivian–her hip demeanor all but faded from her face.

And then there’s the Goth you saw leaving the ferry and at the bar-her black lips moving at a mile a minute as she mutters something under her breath!

LIBBY!” Roars Chuck as he stomps towards her before being intercepted by some goons, “DON’T YOU DARE, YOU BASTARDS!

“Not my call, Chuckie.” Shrugs Smythe as he gives you and Hauser a smile! “I got a contract–means I get paid no matter what happens here tonight… an’ so do my mates!” He adds as he tips his hat to one of his men. “Always look out for the blokes! Rule #1!”

>CONTD.
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>>5749939
Make the right choice, BOY…” Gurgles Hauser as a smile forms on his face, “Let me go and I’ll make it quick for all of them…

Frozen in indecision, you think back to what your Master said… that even when you’re at your lowest, you still aren’t beaten… even now with the Nurse and your other pals absent, there’s still a chance that you could win…

You just need a CHANCE, damn it!

That’s when you hear the familiar sound of four small wheels rolling across the pavement… following the sound to its source, you feel ten times lighter when you spot a beaten-up old SKATEBOARD rolling towards a group of guards… but what gets their attention is what’s sitting on top of it!

“Oh no,” Groans Smythe as his men slowly approach the rolling statue of what appears to be Rodney grinning like an idiot, “Not THIS again… stay away from it, you cunts.”

IT’S THE SHAPECHANGER!” Sputters one of the guards as he drops his rifle to the floor in fear! “F-F-FROM THE RADIO!

While he scurries off down the hill, his squadmates are a bit more reserved… keeping a healthy distance from the dough, the real surprise comes from behind in the form of a massive metal crate! Bowling through the line of security goons like a bowling ball, Smythe’s men turn just in time to see a familiar Letterman Jacket-wearing MONSTER cresting the hill!

M-MOOSE!?” Stammers Jake in disbelief!

INDEED.” Announces the giant with a smile in his baritone voice! “SALUTATIONS, EVERYONE. I’LL BE YOUR SECOND DISTRACTION TONIGHT.

“Distraction from wh-”

Smythe gets his answer almost immediately. Sailing through the air whistling like a bomb comes some kind of GRENADE, and while the rest of the spectators watch it collide with the dynamite-stuffed dough statue, you follow it to its source…

And find yourself staring at a disheveled, but familiar redhead sporting one less arm, but the same smug grin on her face! And a GRENADE LAUNCHER. That’s new!

P-Pepper?!

The girl gives you a wink as both Raj and Rodney join her armed with rifles… and the grenade she launched makes contact with the dough bomb!

BOOM.

>CONTD.
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>>5749940
With that the whole mountain top descends into utter CHAOS. The security goons not caught in the dough bomb’s explosion are thrown into the air as Pepper, Raj and Rodney open fire on the stragglers!

The lucky ones move to secure Moose and the prisoners, but in a flash of light a wave of blue flames rushes across the mountain from Libby’s hands, the morose girl’s eyes wide in disbelief as the guards roast in their armor!

Spurred on by their sudden freedom, the rest of the partygoers enter the fray fueled by anger and the drinks they guzzled hours before! Brandishing his fists at a guard, Bill gives him a smile with his gold teeth as Jake delivers a bone-crunching haymaker to the side of the operator’s skull!

Gliding across the battlefield thanks to her diminutive frame, Tina links up with Cammy, Leo, and Hank as they snag some dropped rifles and let loose on their captors!

Armed with her POT VIPER SHADES and not much else, Vivian joins forces with the bandmates as they grab whatever they can find and use it to bludgeon their foes… not keen on missing out on the fun, the Nguyen Twins pull out a pair of knives and join in too!

KILL THEM!” Roars Hauser as he kicks your shin and spins out of your grasp, “KILL THE-

His order is cut short when a Mina-shaped blur tackles him from the side! Still reeling from her superhuman speed, her guards are about to blast her from behind when Chuck and a woozy, but grinning Darren grab them from behind and lay into them!

Smythe is gobsmacked. Stunned. Petrified in complete and utter confusion. So much so, in fact, that he’s only roused from his stupor when you rip off your BODY ARMOR AND TRENDY TRACKSUIT JACKET revealing your COMPANY T-SHIRT and RIPPLING PHYSIQUE underneath!

SMYTHE, you snarl as you feel the anger fuel you from head to toe, you FUCKED UP, MATE!

“Did I?” He asks as the two of you square off on the helipad, “And what, pray tell, did I do, ey?”

You should be seeing red right now. You should be that parasite’s bitch… but inside of you roars a righteous flame–one that grows exponentially as you watch your friends gain the upper hand! One that some science project CAN’T CONTROL!

A grim smile forms on your face.

He just pissed off an IRISH-ITALIAN!

Lightning strikes behind you as you breathe in the chaos–and prepare to put an end to this shitty company’s plans!
https://youtu.be/KiWVnC5NbkU
INVENTORY: https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
ANTIPASTO: WHAT DO YOU SERVE SMYTHE FIRST?
>RUSH HIM!
>BLAST HIM!
>TAUNT HIM, THEN COUNTERATTACK!
>USE AN ITEM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5749941
>>BLAST HIM!
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>>5749941
>>BLAST HIM!
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>>5749941
>TAUNT HIM, THEN COUNTERATTACK!
We are gonna put ya down under
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>>5749941
>RUSH HIM!
Time for REVENGE OF THE FORK
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>>5749941
>TAUNT AND BLAST HIM!
No fuckin’ way
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>>5749941
>MOLOTOV COCKTAIL, THEN RUSH HIM WITH THE BATON
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>>5749962
>tfw Pepper is our Ash Williams
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>>5749947
>>5749950
>>5749962
>BLAST 'EM!

>>5749956
>TAUNT AND COUNTER!

>>5749958
>RUSH 'EM!

>>5749970
>MOLOTOV AND BATON!

I'm gonna go with the TAUNT and BLAST just to make things a little streamlined here... hope that works! Plenty of time to beat the snot outta' Smythe, don't worry!

>ROLL ME 2d100+11 (+9 COMBAT BONUS, +5 FRIENDS ARE HERE, +5 PEPPER! +5 MINA!, -5 CAUTIOUS SMYTHE, -3 SMYTHE WORTHY, MAYBE?) TO BAIT AND BLAST! BEST OF 3!
CRITFAILS ARE NO LONGER POSSIBLE! GO NUTS!
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>>5749983
Also don't forget to mention what you'll use to blast the guy!
>RIFLE? CHINCHILL-PUMP ACTION? FLAMETHROWER? SOMETHING ELSE?
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Rolled 89, 25 + 11 = 125 (2d100 + 11)

>>5749983
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>>5749971
I was about to say that, too. All she needs is a chainsaw hand.
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Rolled 95, 52 = 147 (2d100)

>>5749983
Smythe should’ve stayed dead the first time
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Rolled 59, 33 + 11 = 103 (2d100 + 11)

>>5749983
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Rolled 80, 18 + 11 = 109 (2d100 + 11)

>>5749983
I'm severely disappointed we don't have any dynamite left to fucken do it again.

Anyway, I have to propose shooting him with the final round in Hauser's own pistol we pilfered earlier. It only seems right.
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>>5749984
I vote Flamethrower, btw.
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>>5749992
Actually, on second thoughts, might want to reserve that for the big man himself. Maybe flamethrower to thoroughly cook his goose.
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>>5749983
I’ll vote for the flamethrower. Cook him alive. It’s what he deserves. Let’s save the pistol for Hauser himself.
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Gonna pick this up tomorrow, actually--stuff got busy and I wanna put my best effort into you guys beating the vegemite outta Smythe! Will update WEDNESDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST! Sorry for pulling another Art, all... just couldn't help myself. Something about Leopards and spots.

>>5749986
>>5749971
Ask her to cosplay in the epilogue ;^)
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>>5750010
>Sorry for pulling another Art, all...
You’re such a softy, dude.
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>>5750077
But I had to come back to say I don’t mean that in a bad way.
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>>5749985
>>5749990
>>5749991
>HIGHEST ROLLS: 106, 63!

WRRRRrrRRrRITING!

>>5750077
>>5750086
How DARE you. Newsflash, buddy: you'd better sleep with one eye open from now on! Don't worry, I didn't take it bad.
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Better enjoy the fresh air while you can, you snarl as you beckon Smythe to bring it, because you’re sending him back ‘down undah’... PERMANENTLY this time!

“You’re welcome to try, mate…” Rushing at you in a full sprint, a glimmer of metal shines from behind the Aussie’s back–ducking under it as Smythe lobs it in your direction, you realize it’s some kind of STUPID BOOMERANG–could this guy get any more cliched?!

You turn your attention back to your opponent just as he brings his head back for a skull-shattering headbutt, but you’re half-Irish! Rather than dodge the attack, you offer Smythe an Irish Handshake of your own! Repeatedly crashing your heads together like two mountain goats, neither one of you falters or gives any ground!

“Cute trick, mate,” Snarls the security chief as you continue to smack your heads together, “One small problem, though…” The vein-like worms you saw spreading under Raj’s skin earlier rush across Smythe’s face and all over his body causing his muscles to swell with even more power! An hour ago it would’ve worried you, but you’re not backing down from this fight! Not NOW!

SEE!? YOU’RE GOOD, MATE, BUT I’M WORTHYYY! WORTHY OF-

You cut his explanation short by snatching his DUMB HAT off his head and shoving it into his face before delivering a bone-crushing haymaker to it! The only thing he’s worthy of is an ASSKICKING, you roar!

>CONTD.
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Stumbling backwards from the surprising ferocity of your attack, Smythe is flatfooted when you whip out your FLAMETHROWER and deliver another smack to his balding forehead with the canister backpack!

A dull thud rings across the mountaintop as he falls back even more, and by the time he recovers his balance you’re already rushing to meet him! Sliding underneath a frantic swipe, you loop the flamethrower’s hose around his ankle mid-slide and yank his leg out from under him causing the Aussie to fall face-first onto the helipad!

“HEY PIZZA GUY! ON THE HOUSE!”

Following one of the Nguyen’s voices through the storm, a manic grin forms on your face as you spot a bottle of OLE DUSTY MOONSHINE--the 100 PROOF variety! Leaping into over another one of Smythe’s clumsy attacks, you snatch the bottle out of the air and spike it into his stupid face! Shattering on impact, glass and booze seeps into his growing wounds as you add insult to injury by landing on his face!

Blocking his punches with your flamethrower canister, you bring it down one more time on Smythe’s busted head before leaping away to put this shrimp on the barbie!

YOU’RE FIRED, JACKASS!

Smythe ignites faster than a hairspray and firework convention! A pitiful roar escapes his charring lips as you use up the last remaining juice in your AGRICULTURAL FLAMETHROWER, but you’ve still got plenty of fuel in your tank!

Powered by pure unadulterated rage forged and refined by generations of conflict, you swing the flamethrower tank over your head like a medieval flail as Smythe rises to his feet still wearing a coat of roaring flames! Rushing forward, you feint once to bait him into lashing out at your improvised weapon before bringing the whole rig plunging into his head!

A gong-like ringing rips across the helipad as the abominable Aussie crashes to the floor! Gritting his teeth and growling like a dingo, Smythe seems ready for more despite it all…

Clearly he’s never had a TRUE Italian meal before: you’re just getting started!

INVENTORY: https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
PRIMI: WHAT’S NEXT?
>RUSH HIM!
>BLAST HIM!
>TAUNT HIM, THEN COUNTERATTACK!
>USE AN ITEM!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5750721
Grab him with your tentacles and spin him around like a burning pizza
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>>5750721
>Grab him with your tentacles and spin him around like a burning pizza
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>>5750731
>>5750749
Supporting. it IS our finisher, as we earlier established.

>>5750721
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>>5750731
I dig it. +1
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>>5750731
>>5750749
>>5750753
>>5750759
Aw shit you guys goin' for the PIZZA POUNDER, right? Sounds like you wanna go for the PIZZA POUNDER!

>ROLL ME 1d100+24 (+5 GOOD CALLBACK TO A GOOD WRITE-IN, +9 COMBAT BONUS, +5 FRIENDS HERE, +5 PEPPER! + 5 MINA! -4 CAUTIOUS BUT ALSO BEATEN-UP SMYTHE, -1 SMYTHE IS NOT WORTHY AND ALSO ON FIRE HAHA DUMB IDIOT GET RECKT) TO FLIP THIS BURNT PIZZA! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
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Rolled 46 + 24 (1d100 + 24)

>>5750768
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Rolled 14 + 24 (1d100 + 24)

>>5750768
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Rolled 25 + 24 (1d100 + 24)

>>5750768
I want a refund on this Smythe pizza, it's too charred
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>>5750769
>>5750772
>>5750774
>HIGHEST ROLL: 70!
Writing!
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The burns don’t help your opponent much–as Smythe’s skins bubbles and boils thanks to the booze-augmented flames, he appears to grow even more monstrous in appearance! Worms spread underneath his mottled skin as scaly growths rush to protect against the flames warping Smythe’s flesh, muscles and bone into something… humanesque!

Thankfully you don’t quite give a shit. Ignoring his snarls and hisses, you rush his prone form with your WRIST WHIP extended at your side and prepare to flip his ass like a burnt pizza! Pouncing at you just like you predicted, your opponent is once again taken off-guard when you advance rather than retreat!

Sliding below the blazing bushranger, you launch him skyward with a mighty kick and follow up by stabbing your WRIST WHIP into his chest! The annelidesque appendage spins like a drill and digs deep into Smythe’s bulky scaly chest as it lifts him upwards sending chunks of still-burning flesh flying across the mountaintop like a grim firework!

All eyes are on you now… even those of the security goons that haven’t been pummeled into bruise-covered coma victims yet!

HERE IT COMES!” Hollers Pepper as she snatches Raj’s PHONE out of his pocket to snap a picture, “HIS ULTIMATE ATTACK!

AW JEEZ, I FELT DAT’ BEFORE!” Adds Rodney as he continues to rub uncooked pizza dough all over a security guard’s face, “THAT ONE HURTS! A LOT!

Bile and ooze is flung from Smythe’s dazed, toothy maw as he continues to rocket skyward like a Merry-Go-Round gone mad! Just when you think you’ve reached an optimal height, you hear the disembodied words of your Master in your rage-addled head…

Remember, Dieselchik,” She purrs as you can almost feel the cigarette smoke tickling your nostrils, “Don’t ever be usink zee ULTIMATE ATTACK lightlys… unlessink you are impressink zee ladies… or eet weel look REALLY cool…

Master, you mutter under your breath, you ARE gonna impress ladies… and it’s gonna look REALLY cool!

With one last smirk, you feel something click inside your wrist… and like a messed up-looking tape measure you’re YANKED upwards to meet Smythe’s dizzy form!

Rocketing towards your target like a Shithead-Seeking Missile, you bring your head back for one more decisive headbutt! If Smythe can see what you’re planning he doesn’t do anything to stop it! The whole mountain is illuminated by a crack of lightning just as your forehead crashes into his face, and as your opponent goes limp from your mighty blow you grab onto his comatose body and ride it down to the helipad in a PILEDRIVER to end all PILEDRIVERS!

An unintelligible gurgle escapes from Smythe’s black and blue lips… That’s right, bitch, it’s happening!

The stormy air stings your eyes as you fall with the rain towards the ground like a garlic-scented meteor!

>CONTD.
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>>5750829
The helipad doesn’t just shake when you make contact… it EXPLODES into RUBBLE! Dirt, dust, and even water from the storm is flung into the air on impact prompting a chorus of cheers from your spectators that rival those Raj got from that distraction he pulled earlier!

Stepping out of the cloud of smoke, dust, and debris, the fire in your chest still burns brighter as you regard your broken adversary… this was ‘Uncle Reggie’s’ big finale, you realize: his grand performance ending in him beating you to death at the behest of his geriatric sociopath of a boss…

Now that boss is bloodied and beaten beneath his own daughter–her chest heaving with anger rivaling yours and blood caking her face and knuckles!

Everyone’s got some shit to vent right now… but at this moment all eyes are on you: the champion.

The WORTHY.

And yet the parasite inside of you cowers in the darkest corner it can find. It’s MORTIFIED right now, you can feel it! You didn’t just conquer Hauser and Smythe…

You defeated the alien pest that dared to try to collar an IRISH-ITALIAN!

Even Smythe’s worms seem to cower as you approach his trembling form… if your parasite told them the shit going on with you they’re BOUND to be freaking out! Regarding Smythe like a pile of human garbage, you pause for a moment to snatch his STUPID TACTICAL BOOMERANG out of the air as it whizzes past your ear!

The security chief sputters something through his broken, bloodsoaked jaw, but you can’t understand it, not that you wanted to. This jackass would’ve killed everyone on this mountain if it weren’t for your friends coming to the rescue…

… and he would’ve done it with a smile.

The security goons that haven’t been beaten into catatonia or riddled with bullets watch in silent horror as they await your final decision. Even Hauser, the man that was so full of bluster before, lies silently on the ground knowing full well that he’s only in control of two things now:

Jack, and SHIT.

And Jack left early.

All eyes are on you now… time for the digestivo: one last treat before you close for the night…

What do? NO ROLLING, JUST CREATIVITY.
INVENTORY: https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT–DEATH’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS GUY.
>GIVE HIM BACK HIS BOOMERANG A FEW TIMES!
>BLAST ‘EM.
>BASH HIM LIKE A PINATA!
>ANY VOLUNTEERS WANNA HELP FROM THE AUDIENCE? (WHICH CHARACTER(S)?)
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5750834
>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT–DEATH’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS GUY.
Just to try to avoid going berserk, and as evidence and testimony that can be submitted that isn't, you know, us.
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>>5750834
>>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT–DEATH’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS GUY.
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>>5750834
>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT–DEATH’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS GUY.
Let him rot.
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>>5750834
>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT–DEATH’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS GUY.
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>>5750834
>BASH HIM LIKE A PINATA!
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>>5750847
>>5750852
>>5750897
>>5750919
>KNOCK HIS ASS OUT!

>>5750940
>BASH!

Writing! Sorry, shit got busy once I got home!
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Every instinct, every bell, whistle, and flag inside you is DEMANDING that you kill Smythe–that you smear him all over the cracked helipad like he totally planned on doing to you… before failing spectacularly, of course! Hell, you’ve got a FULLY-LOADED CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION stuffed in your pockets… and it isn’t even registered under your name! You could totally get away with it!

Striding over to the security chief’s prone, bloodied, and beaten form, you snatch the tattered hat from his bruised head and place it on your own at a roguish angle as you stuff his DUMB METAL BOOMERANG into your pocket as well!

Staring at you in utter confusion through a curtain of blood-soaked bangs, Smythe gets one last ‘BLBRbLbRGGHRF!’ out as you poke him in the forehead with your STUN STAFF and put him to bed!

The mountaintop grows eerily quiet as what you just accomplished sinks into your spectator’s skulls. The few remaining security guards toss their weapons to the ground as Hauser watches like a kid that just got grounded… for a MONTH!

Leaving your opponent to his late night siesta, you make your way over to the Hausers as Chuck rushes off to reconnect with his daughter!

“Bold choice, Diesel.” Remarks Mina as she wipes some of her father’s blood from her surprisingly-sharp fangs, “Do you really want to keep him alive after all this?”

“He’s gonna come after you, bro…” Warns Darren in a wary, but far more pleasant tone than the last time you talked to him, “One way or another…”

Death would be a mercy compared to what he’s gonna take the fall for, you explain as you turn your attention to Hauser, as will your old man here…

Hauser Sr. glares holes through your face before glancing back at his daughter. “I was… I was right, you know… the company will be FINISHED once this is over… and you’ll be the ones that… that KILLED it…

Mina’s grip tightens around her father. “Up until a few minutes ago I was going to ensure you wouldn’t live to see it happen… but seeing how Diesel handled Uncle Reggie, well…” The heiress’ gaze shifts in your direction again. “... I’ve decided you can gloat about it alone in whatever miserable cell they throw you in.”

“Don’t drop the soap, POPS.” Adds Darren as he spits on his dad’s scuffed shoes, “That’s for Ronnie and the others that didn’t make it…”

>CONTD.
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>>5751519
One threat down, one more to go… wherever the hell she is! As you move to slap some info out of Hauser Sr, you and the other survivors ready your weaponry as a quartet of metallic orbs no bigger than dodgeballs buzz the mountaintop!

Now you’ve… now you’ve DONE it…” Hisses Hauser as the orbs spread into a square formation in the center of the summit, “You gave the whole damn island to HER….

Kicking some mud at Hauser’s expensive suit, you lead the charge over to the glowing square of light between the orbs… some kind of projection, you think! As if on cue, an image begins to form… an image of a person you never really interrogated all night, but you wish you had!

RIVKA BERTRUGER!

“Well WELL… it would appear my predictions have, as per the norm, been completely faultless! Did my new pets enjoy their exercise, hmm? Shed some of that excess energy?”

The only thing you’re gonna shed is her SKIN, you roar as you jab an accusatory finger at her staticy face! When you tear it off of her, that is!

“Statistically unlikely, current circumstances notwithstanding…” She chides as she adjusts the stupid red goggles she’s wearing. “Your barbaric yawp just now may have impressed the rest of those shaved apes shambling aimlessly around the summit, but I remain unphased… I HAVE already won, after all!”

“Win THIS, bitch!” Galloping over with a SIZABLE ROCK in his hand, Rodney chucks it at the orbs, but it barely reaches even a third of their height.

“HAHAHAH! It’s just like being at the ZOO!” Rivka croons with a laugh right out of an anime, “D’ohhh, it’s such a shame you’ll all lose that impressive spirit in an hour or so… but you’ll be ALL MINE by then… and then we’ll be off!”

To do what, exactly, you ask, making sure to point your pocketed, but still audio note-recording phone in her direction!

TO SHOW THEM AAAAAALLLLLLLL!” She exclaims triumphantly!

Well, she’s here, kinda… but that isn’t doing much for you yet… if you could get some more evidence under your belt it would definitely help… as would getting her to spill her location…

What do?
>JUST IGNORE HER! CLEARLY SHE THRIVES ON ATTENTION!
>WHY DID SHE DO THIS ANYWAYS?
>HAUSER’S BEATEN, BY THE WAY!
>WHAT THE HELL WAS IN THOSE SHOTS?
>YOU SEEMED A LOT DIFFERENT IN PERSON, Y’KNOW!
>WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN AN EGYPTIAN PRISON?
>WHERE ARE YOU ANYWAYS? TOO SCARED?
>LET SOMEONE ELSE TAKE THE LEAD HERE! (WHO?)
>WHAT’S SHE MEAN BY AN HOUR OR SO?
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5751520
>JUST IGNORE HER! CLEARLY SHE THRIVES ON ATTENTION!
>HAUSER CAN TELL YOU WHERE SHE IS… OR ELSE.
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>>5751520
>>JUST IGNORE HER! CLEARLY SHE THRIVES ON ATTENTION!
>>HAUSER CAN TELL YOU WHERE SHE IS… OR ELSE.
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>>5751524
>>5751540
>JUST IGNORE HER!
>HAUSER CAN TELL YOU...
Writing!
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You give the wicked scientist a disinterested ‘hm’ and an uncaring shrug before promptly turning around to face Mina again. So-

“Hiding AGAIN, are we, Diesel?” Asks Rivka’s projection before letting loose another one of those annoying laughs, “You possess exquisite strength, that’s empirical fact by now, but that temper of yours shall have to be… tempered... if you’ll be tending to my every whim, that is! CHOSEN!

Uh-huh, you nod, sure, man.

You hear her speech falter a bit as the rest of the survivors watch on unsure of how to proceed. Even Pepper’s a bit hesitant!

“You… you’re Chosen... What are you not comprehending here, ape? WORM? I, the illustrious RIVKA BERTRUGER is addressing you! And I-”

Yea, you yawn, you’re uh… you’re kinda busy over here. Just wait a bit, will ya?

“Wait a sec…” Mutters Raj as he rolls over to you on a somehow intact Linda, “Uh, first of all, good ta’ see ya’, bro!” He wraps you in a warm hug before you can stop him! “And uh, third or seventh or whatever: why come we aren’t listening to, y’know, the scientist?”

She thrives on attention, Raj, you groan as you make a conscious effort to not look at the projection, so yea.

“Oh…” He remarks as the Hausers watch him with utter confusion in their eyes, “... so then… what should we do?”

You scratch your head. Uh… make sure the remaining goons are secured? See if anyone needs medical help? Just… y’know, ignore her, though.

You cup your hands together so that everyone can hear you.

EVERYONE JUST IGNORE HER, OKAY?

After the show you and Smythe put on, no one seems to have any complaints! Rushing about to reconnect with friends and do as you asked, the survivors take no heed of the floating head silently stewing above them!

WRETCHED INSECTS! CAN YOU IGNORE THE MAJESTY OF THE SUN’S RAYS!? THE VASTNESS OF THE OCEAN!? I, RIVKA BERTRUGER, AM YOUR KEEPER NOW, AND I SHAN'T BE IGNORED!

Hauser, you bark as you approach the old man with purpose in your tone, SITE B. TALK.

That’s…” He wheezes, still reeling from the beating his daughter and son gave him, “A… trade secret…

And you’re gonna give him an asskicking FREE OF CHARGE if he doesn’t cough up the answers… and FAST!

Then I’ll die…” He snickers as he spits a bloody wad onto the ground, “And you won’t find SITE B fast enough… What do I care if I’m going to die either way?

How do you convince this dick?
>BY KICKING HIS ASS SOME MORE!
>PROMISE HIM LENIENCY!
>ASK WHAT HE WANTS FOR THE INFO!
>LIE AND TELL HIM YOU'VE GOT POWERFUL ALLIES...
>GET SOMEONE ELSE TO HELP! (WHO?)
>WRITE-IN!
Last update of the night, by the way. Got a bit of a late start, but should have more on FRIDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST!
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>>5751587
>ASK WHAT HE WANTS FOR THE INFO!
Offer him his syringe from his office. We don’t have a lot of time to get to Rivka. We need that info now.

Alternatively, we have Moose start breaking his fingers and then his other bones until he’s a bag of sand.
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>>5751587
>PROMISE HIM LENIENCY!
He steps down from the company, turns evidence against Rivka, he can maybe get a lighter sentence or whatever. But tell us where she is and/or how to stop her, or no deal.
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>>5751614
If the tie persists until tomorrow, switch my vote.
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>>5751587
>>5751614
+1
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>>5751614
>>5751954
>ASK WHAT HE WANTS!

>>5751630
>PROMISE LENIENCY!

Writing!
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Your menacing glare falters as you loom over the battered, but still smiling old man. Just for a moment, but it’s all he needs!

“Unfortunate… isn’t it?” He grunts, clenching his teeth to fight through the pain, “Despite your hollow victory and all of your bravado, I’M the one holding the keys to your salvation… serendipitous, isn’t it?”

Mina moves to enact something painful on her father, but you cut her off with a decisive wave of your hand! Look, Hauser, you snarl, you don’t have time to play negotiator here: everyone here benefits from Rivka being found including him, so whatever his stupid price is he’d better name it while everyone’s still listening!

A grin forms on the old man’s bloodied face. “What do I want? Hm… let’s see here…”

You’ll say it one more time, you growl as you lean in inches away from his face, you don’t have time for his theatrical bullshit! TALK!

“You might want to get a pen.” He replies, the composed, predatory demeanor gradually returning to his voice. “Number 1: Every one of your friends is to sign a NON-DISCLOSURE AGREEMENT about tonight’s events, deaths, and participants. NO ONE leaves this island until my legal team signs off on everyone’s response.”

He’s serving you bullshit, but you’ve gotta swallow some…

“Number 2: All recorded evidence must be destroyed. That includes images uploaded to the cloud.”

Alright, you groan, you’re not a fucking HOSTAGE NEGOTIATOR, okay? Does he have anything more TANGIBLE he wants? What about this?

You pull out the SYRINGE you pilfered from Hauser’s office at the mansion and watch as his blacked eyes light up from behind his shades. “... It’s a start.”

Well it’d better be an END too, you snap, because you’ve got options if he wants to keep playing grab-ass right now!

“Such as?” The old man retorts, immediately calling your bluff! You respond by calling for your old friend MOOSE! Like the perfect gentleman he is, the giant trots over almost immediately.

HOW CAN I BE OF SERVICE, MY FRIENDS?

Just stick around, you reply as your eyes narrow at Hauser’s face, you might need him in case Grandpa here keeps being flippant!

“Like I sa-

Yea, yea, you interrupt with a roll of your eyes, he’s just fine with dying… so that just means Moose here will have to take EXTRA caution and time crushing each and every one of his goddamn fingers into BONE MEAL!

I’M SCARCELY AMENABLE TO INFLICTING BARBARITIES UPON A HELPLESS INDIVIDUAL EVEN AT THE BEST OF TIMES,” Adds Moose, “BUT WITH ALL THE PLEASANTNESS IMPARTED ON MY PERSON BY THE MASTER OF THE HOUSE THIS EVENING IT’D BE REMISS OF ME TO NOT RETURN THE FAVOR TENFOLD…

>CONTD.
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>>5752092
Cracking his monstrous knuckles loud enough to knock a nearby RIFLE leaning on the wall over, Moose turns his attention to the clearly-shaken CEO.

“... Good point. Give me the SYRINGE and I’ll tell you.”

Fuck that, you scoff, tell me where SITE B is!

“Careful, Diesel,” Warns Mina as he stares daggers at the SYRINGE in its gaudy container, “My father used one of those on Darren… it’s a weakening agent.”

“Precisely.” Hauser nods, “Inject it into my meddling daughter. She’ll recover eventually, but her genetic ‘gifts’ will be weakened for a time… long enough to keep her from doing something you’ll all regret when you leave her unsupervised...”

“Out of the question.” Snaps Mina with cold flames in her eyes! “You have no right to ask for anything now that Smythe’s been-”

“Knocked out, yes, I noticed.” Chuckles Hauser. “That tells me there’s still a conscience lingering in this delivery boy’s brain… which is more than I can say for you, my dear.”

Likewise.” She spits before looking your way. “Don’t indulge him, Diesel–he’s not worth the trouble.”

“I believe I am!” Counters Hauser as he beckons you closer before whispering into your ear: “Let’s forego the theatrics, boy: do as I say and I’ll add some EXTRA information to the pile… some that is VERY tangible and useful to you indeed…

What do?
>INJECT MINA. IT’S TEMPORARY… APPARENTLY.
>KILL THIS GUY. HE’S NOT WORTH THE TROUBLE.
>HAVE MOOSE ROUGH HIM UP!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5752097
Oof. We're over a barrel here. here's my proposal:
>Mina gets injected (and if she objects, suggest in softest whisper that you could tell everyone here about the deal she was just about to make Daddy Dearest, or that she had forewarning that could have saved a lot of lives and limbs)
>We take Mina with us so Hauser doesn't take advantage of her weakened state to hurt her
>We leave Moose and a few others to guard Hauser and make sure he doesn't pull a fast one or go anywhere
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>>5752098
Let’s roll with this, but maybe not blackmail Mina to do it? Just remind her of what’s at stake.
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>>5752097
>INJECT MINA. IT’S TEMPORARY… APPARENTLY.
This is all we gotta do to get the information?

If it didn't kill darren it should be fine, we have other superior waifus anyway
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>>5752144
Why shouldn't we blackmail her? She's blackmailed and menaced US whenever we she isn't leading us around by the libido.
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>>5752098
>>5752144
>CONVINCE MINA TO GET INJECTED, PLAN ON TAKING HER WITH AFTERWARDS, HAVE MOOSE AND SOME OTHERS WATCH OVER HAUSER

>>5752151
>INJECT

Writing what will probably be the last update of the night... day's starting to catch up with me, but we'll see how things go!
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>>5752172
I suppose she did threaten to cause Pepper harm. I don’t recall her blackmailing us, though.
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Rising to your feet with a defeated sigh, you walk up to Mina as she searches your face for any evidence of you considering another decision.

She finds none.

C’mon, Mina, you begin in a tone that you hope clearly expresses your reluctance, hold out your wri-

DIESEL,” She snaps as angry confusion tinges her voice and expression, “Please tell me you’re not entertaining the thought of-”

You don’t like it, okay, you hiss back with matching frustration! You HATE it, in fact! But Pappy over here is ready to DIE before giving anything away for free-

“Then LET him DIE!” Mina counters, the words dripping with malice!

And then what, you reply incredulously! Ask RIVKA nicely to tell you where she’s holed up!?

“Goad her into it! Trick her! Anything’s better than making a deal with hi-”

No, you interject with as firm a tone you can muster, it’s NOT. You might be putting on a brave front, but Rivka’s right–it’s taking you all sorts of effort to beat back this parasite inside of you right now… and if it gets the upper hand again you don’t think you’ll be able to fight it… and neither will the other infected.

Mina’s eyes grow wide. “... Others?

Yea, you nod, she’s been ‘treating’ people all night. Raj turned earlier because of some sort of GAS, and if she’s been alone with another else, well…

“Even still,” The heiress sighs with less bite to her voice, “He’ll just twist things, Diesel–it’ll be a wild goose chase… or WORSE!”

You take a steadying breath before gently placing your palm on the girl’s cold shoulder. Hauser’s not gonna budge, you explain, which is why we need to be the better people here. If we play his little game, we’ve got a chance at catching up to Rivka before things get out of hand!

Mina eyes you warily. “... and if this results in another scheme?”

Then you’ve got the whole gang watching over him, you shrug as you scan the mountaintop, and they’re DEFINITELY willing to crack his head open like a pinata after everything that happened!

The girl bites her lip in contemplation before looking to her brother for support.

“It’s not that bad, Min…” He grunts as he puts on a strong face for both of you, “Just… just take one for the team, okay?”

That’s all she needed to hear. A long, resigned sigh escapes her lips as she looks back at you with newfound resolve.

“You know, of course, should this plan fall apart I won’t be alive to say ‘I told you so’?” She remarks with a wry grin.

Don’t worry, you smile back, you’re sure she’ll find some way to get the message to you. Indulging in a solitary muffled giggle, Mina reluctantly holds up her arm for you.

“Do it, then.”

>CONTD.
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>>5752211
Gently taking her arm in one hand, you remove the SYRINGE from its case and wiggle it in Hauser’s face. Watch closely now, you growl, you’re upholding your end of the bargain!

“Fascinating.” He dully replies. “Hurry up.”

Mina nods at you as you flick the syringe a few times to remove any air bubbles. You saw it in a movie once. Plunging the needle into one of her veins, you know it worked when the heiress practically THROWS you off of her and immediately begins to writhe in pain!

“YES!” Laughs Hauser as Darren rushes to grab his falling sister, “YES!

There, you snarl as you chuck the SYRINGE over your shoulder and help Darren lower his sister to the ground, now TALK!

Gladly.

Ripping a VIAL out from his coat pocket, Hauser imbibes the contents before you can stop him! Leaping onto the BROADCASTING CENTER ROOF with a triumphant laugh and renewed vigor in his step, the CEO jabs a finger at Rivka’s hologram as his body begins to warp and glow!

RIVKA, WHAT A MISERABLE WASTE OF FUNDING YOU TURNED OUT TO BE!” Booms Hauser as his voice echoes with inhuman power! “WATCH CLOSELY, NOW, BECAUSE ONCE I FINISH WITH THESE NUISANCES I’M GOING TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND USE YOUR SKULL AS PUTTING PRACTI-

In an impressively-timed golf metaphor, the metal orbs powering Rivka’s projection join together and slam into the patriarch at breakneck speed that LAUNCHES him off the roof and, by association, the mountain!

Screaming the whole way down, the mountain is just quiet enough for you to hear a gut-wrenching CRUNCH MUCH further down the slope! Rushing to see what happened, you and the others that join you immediately wish they hadn’t!

YEESH!” Yelps Rodney as his face turns green, “Poor bastard looks like a pile of spilled ragu, ey, Dee?”

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy…” Remarks Raj as he shakes his head. “Still… crummy way to go, man.”

Mina and Darren watch in silence, the former still gritting her teeth in pain as her brother holds her steady. You expect words, of course, but nothing comes.

Dickhead or not, he was still their dad, right?

“Alas, poor Hauser!” Announces Rivka with mock-drama in her tone as her orbs reconstruct her face, “I had SO much more in store for you… but you HAD to try to spill the proverbial ‘beans’...” She shrugs. “Oh well! Serves you right for asking me to move the tests to SATURDAY! Vile taskmaster!”

>CONTD.
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>>5752213
You were doing pretty well at ignoring her before, but you can’t let that go: did… did she just say he asked her to come in on SATURDAY instead!? THAT’S what caused her to pull all this shit!?

The scientist’s hologram gives you a withering glare. “I don’t expect YOU to understand, but us intellectuals need our respite… even I! Can you even begin to comprehend JUST. HOW. TAXING it is to ALWAYS be THINKING? And ordering me to reschedule MY plans to accommodate his insipid daughter’s party!? On such short notice!? That’s just UNPROFESSIONAL!

So that’s it, huh, you mutter as you feel anger’s flames grow inside you again, that’s her big motive for killing everyone!?

The hologram shrugs as the others gather around. “So SIMPLISTIC! I suppose I can’t fault you for not considering that there were multiple benefits to conducting this little experiment no more than I can fault a guinea pig for not comprehending basic Calculus! But no need to strain those diminutive brains of yours, my pets–very soon I’LL be making all of your decisions for you!”

The hologram leans down to give you a menacing grin. And a view of some impressive cleavage, not that you’re focused on that right now!

“So just RELAX! Go kick rocks around or whatever the PROLES do these days! I’ll just be making a few final preparations on my end… play your cards right and I might just let you pick your own DOGGIE COLLAR! How FUN!

Despite his last-ditch attempt to fuck everyone over, you’re pretty sure there was a hint in what Hauser said before taking the plunge… the question is, what’s next?

>GOAD RIVKA SOME MORE… YOU NEED MORE INFO!
>GATHER YOUR TEAM AND GO–NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT (WHO?)
>TOUCH BASE WITH ANOTHER SURVIVOR/SURVIVORS FIRST! (WHO?)
>GO INVESTIGATE THE HAUSER SAUCE FOR ANYTHING ON HIS PERSON!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5752214
>GOAD RIVKA SOME MORE… YOU NEED MORE INFO!
Best I can do, unless someone else has figured out the clue. Something about where he was pointing, or her ability to watch 'closely'?
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>>5752214
>GOAD RIVKA SOME MORE… YOU NEED MORE INFO!
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>>5752216
>Best I can do, unless someone else has figured out the clue. Something about where he was pointing, or her ability to watch 'closely'?
>“RIVKA, WHAT A MISERABLE WASTE OF FUNDING YOU TURNED OUT TO BE!” Booms Hauser as his voice echoes with inhuman power! “WATCH CLOSELY, NOW, BECAUSE ONCE I FINISH WITH THESE NUISANCES I’M GOING TO TRACK YOU DOWN AND USE YOUR SKULL AS PUTTING PRACTI-”
Its the golf course.
>>5752214
>You, Raj, Pepper and the Groundskeeper head to the golf course, you tell Rodney to keep the doctor distracted with questions. Tell Mina and Darren to find out who has not been injected and find somewhere to hide from the danger
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>>5752223
>the golf course
Not gonna' lie, I forgot this place had one. Rich people, man.
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Yeah had to look at the map, where she is has to have power which kind of eliminates half of the map
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>>5752216

Putting practice. It's the golf course.
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>>5752214
Do this >>5752223 because the idea of having Rodney, the dumbest individual present, goad Rivka with the stupidest things he can think of is hilarious, but also pick pepper up and lip-lock her hard already.
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Gonna wait a little longer for a tiebreaker... seems we're split between
>GOAD RIVKA
and
>GET YOUR CREW TO THE GOLF COURSE AND HAVE RODNEY ASK QUESTIONS
Gonna give it a little longer for some official votes/vote changes!
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>>5752214
In deference to doscourse, I change from >>5752216 to
>You, Raj, Pepper and the Groundskeeper head to the golf course, you tell Rodney to keep the doctor distracted with questions. Tell Mina and Darren to find out who has not been injected and find somewhere to hide from the danger
>also pick pepper up and lip-lock her hard already.
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>>5752214
I highly support Rodney playing to his 'strengths'
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>>5752214
>>5752223
+1
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>>5752505
>>5752525
>>5752527
Works for me! Righting!
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As Hauser’s last threat echoes through your mind, a triumphant grin forms on your face as the final puzzle piece falls into place. You’ve got it… you know where she’s hiding!

Thankfully the scientist in question is far too absorbed in whatever evil shit she’s doing on her side of the hologram to notice. Turning your attention back to Mina and Darren, you make sure to stay out of Rivka’s holographic earshot before sharing your revelation:

THE GOLF COURSE, you hiss, she’s there!

“How can you be sure?” Asks Mina through clenched teeth as she leans on her brother for support.

Hauser mentioned putting practice, you reply–it’s flimsy, you’ll admit, but it’s the best clue you’ve got right now! The siblings share a glance for a moment before giving you a nod.

“I suppose that’s the best we’ll get, won’t we?”

“What do you need us to do, man? Just say the word.” Adds Darren with determination in his eyes!

If what she says is true, you begin, then people might start to act funny soon… they’ll need to be isolated. Calmed down, if possible.

“The guards should have some TRANQUILIZER ROUNDS on their person…” Muses Mina as she slowly returns to her usual all-business self! “We’ll handle it.”

Good, you nod, this might be the safest place to be right now… make sure no one goes running off, okay?

“What about HER, though?” Asks Darren as he stealthily dips his head in Rivka’s direction. “You saw what she did to… to dad...”

Don’t worry, you've already got her figured out! Just keep an eye on everyone, okay?

“Leave it to us.” Nods Darren as his confidence from earlier in the evening slowly returns to him! “And uh… Diesel, right?”

Yea, you nod, eager to get started, what’s up?

The jock shifts from foot to foot. “Look, you… you didn’t have to be here tonight. Hell, you weren’t supposed to be here.” Looking you in the eye with approval, Darren holds out his hand for you to shake. “You stepped up when no one else did… and if what Min says about you is true, you’re gonna be the one to finish things.”

Well, you shrug as a sly grin forms on your face, if ‘Min’ says so-

“I-If I wasn’t incapacitated right now I’d CLAW your eyes out!” Snaps a beet-red Mina as she steps on her brother’s foot! “I merely said that Diesel exceeded my expectations! D-don’t take my words out of context… I MEAN it!”

>CONTD.
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Giving her snickering brother’s shoulder a light punch, the heiress turns her attention to you with an irritated, and somewhat embarrassed pout on her face! “And as for YOU...”

Stumbling over to you like a zombie, the Class Prez grabs your shoulders for support… before wrapping you in a genuine HUG… and giving you a quick, but tender kiss on the cheek!

You can feel it this time: no ulterior motives, no 4D Chess… just a token of genuine appreciation. Pulling herself away as quickly as she can, the raven-haired girl wastes no time in averting her eyes from your awestruck stare! “J-just… thank you, Diesel… It won’t be worth much after this, but the Hausers owe you a debt that won’t soon be repaid…”

“We’ve got your back for life, bro,” Adds Darren, “Even if we all go to jail for life we’ll find a way to help ya out.”

You’ll hold them both to that, you reply, knowing full well that despite their calm faces, the siblings are in for a storm when they return home…

You just hope neither of them tries anything stupid.

Speaking of stupid, you’ve got an expert to enlist… giving the remaining Hausers one last nod, you don’t waste much time tracking down your specialist… he’s easy to spot with his stupid snakeskin jacket and cowboy boots… but easily overshadowed by who he’s talking to!

PIZZA GUY!” Exclaims Vivian as she bounces over to you and lifts you in the air, “That… that fight with the Hawaiian-shirted guy… it was like something outta’ an old Kung Fu flick!”

Y-yea, you sputter as you try not to stare at one part of the chef for too long, i-it was no big thing…

“Was just telling Rod here: once we get off this rock EVERYONE’s getting a free meal at PIER PRESSURE! No ifs, ands, or buts!”

“Hear that, Dee? Viv’s family runs a seafood joint.” Smirks Rodney as he brushes some soot off of his shoulder. “You’re welcome for the assist back there, by the way!”

“Wasn’t that so cool!?” Asks the chef beaming with pride! “I’ve never seen someone make a dough sculpture before! And the way it worked out, well…”

“Maybe I’ll show ya’ how to make one sometime!” He retorts with a glint in his eye!

>CONTD.
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“So what’s the plan, Dee? Kinda busy here.”

The plan, you begin as Vivian gently places you back on your feet, is that you need him to talk to someone for as long as he can… can he do that?

“Welp,” Rodney grunts as he adjusts his hair and shoots a glance at Vivian, “Depends on who I’m talkin’ to!”

Great, you nod, she’s over there on the big screen. It takes a moment for your insinuation to make it to his processor, but once it gets there your rival responds with the usual dignity and decorum.

“Aw CRIPES, Dee! Are you KIDDIN’ me!? I don’t wanna talk to the sperg–she’s tryin’ ta KILL us!”

C’mon, you scoff, she’s a girl, right? Barely older than us?

“Well… well yea,” Rodney counters, “But I’ve got standards, Dee-”

Yea, sorry, THAT gets a loud, ugly GUFFAW out of you! Yea, a guffaw! No he doesn;t, you snicker, now get over there and be a hero, okay? You need her to be distracted so that you can put a pin on this thing once and for all!

Your fellow delivery boy probes your intent with suspicious eyes. “... you… you know where she is?”

Yep, you nod, and that’s why you n-ERK-- you n-GRRHK!... you need…

You pause to take a steadying breath, but it’s barely enough… you’re just gonna have to go out and say it!

You need his help, you stammer, the words sending more pain through you than anything else you’ve experienced tonight!

“AHA! AHA! ABOUT DAMN TIME!” Croons Rodney as he triumphantly points his finger in your face! “What’s in it for me, huh?”

Uh, you get to survive, asshole!

“Huh! Good point! Alright, I’ll give it a shot!” Shooting one last pair of finger guns at Vivian, Rodney strolls off with purpose towards the hologram. Seeing you about to leave as well, the chef gives you a wink and a smile!

“Get back safe, tiger… I owe you dinner after all this… homemade, of course!”

Now more than ever you realize how important it is that you make it out alive…

>CONTD.
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Rodney is already hard at work by the time you track down Chuck–the grizzled old groundskeeper practically hugging the life out of his pale-skinned daughter much to her chagrin!

“D-dad, c’mooon…” Groans Libby in a tone that only half means it, “I’m… I’m fine, okay? You can let me down-”

“Can’t do that, sweetheart.” He mutters as he doesn’t react to your approach, “GOD I’m so glad you’re okay…”

“Great, spectators…” Sighs the Goth as she shoots a withering glance your way, “Take a picture, why don’t ya? It’ll last longer.”

As tempting as that is, you counter, you need to talk to her dad for a sec… but for what it’s worth you’re glad she’s okay!

“Not for lack of trying…” The girl grumbles as her dad finally releases her. “Spent the whole night tromping through the woods chased by those dog things… would’ve been loads easier if I could get the hang of those damn spells I’ve been practicing…”

“Language, Lib.” Scolds Chuck with a hint of amusement in his voice. “Can’t remember the last time I saw someone take down Smythe, kiddo–especially without an iron.”

You said it before, you shrug, you’re just special!

“I’ll say.” Nods the old man in approval, “Not much we can do about Hauser, but I reckon you’re not here to chat about that…”

You know where Rivka is, you whisper as you point towards the hologram, and-

“And you’re rounding up the posse, right?” Chuck concludes. “Just tell me where we’re goin’, kid.”

“Wait,” stammers Libby as she realizes what’s happening, “You’re… you’re leaving again?” The groundskeeper gives the girl’s hair a gentle tousle with one of his calloused hands.

“Never leave a job half-finished, Lib. Been saying that for years.”

“R-right, but what it-”

“It’s okay, honey, it’ll take more than some mutated freaks to take daddy down.”

Giving you a nod, Chuck takes a few steps towards his truck before pausing.

“Gonna see if any of these idiots have keys for their vehicles.” He begins as his gaze shifts towards one of the SECURITY APCS with a MOUNTED GUN on top, “Come find me when you’re ready to ride.”

Watching Chuck make his rounds, you feel a soft hand fall onto your shoulder. Yea?

“We haven’t talked much,” begins Libby in a measured tone, “But promise me-”

I’ll keep him safe, you reassure her with a confident smile. Not that he needs a lot of protection!

“Pssh, bullshit.” The Goth replies with a wry grin in her tone! “He acts tough, but he’s a total softie. Just keep an eye on him, yea?”

As long as she watches where she shoots flames, you smirk, earning a glare from the girl’s dark eyes!

“Th-that was a mistake, okay?! And it worked, so shut up!” Kicking your behind with one of her platform boots, the girl crosses her arms and growls as you seek your next companion…

>CONTD.
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>>5752612
“BRO!” Raj announces as he looks up from reloading his N4 RIFLE at your approach, “Primo performance, dude! Don’t worry… Pep recorded, like, the whole thing!”

You blink. She did that while firing a GRENADE LAUNCHER? With ONE ARM?

“Yep!” Nods the skater with pride on his face! “She’s somethin’ else, man! And so are YOU!” The smile on his face dips a bit as his tone grows serious. “... y’know, things got kinda dark back there, didn’t they?”

Yea, you reply as you too feel your energy drop a bit, you don’t know what happened, but you’re just glad everyone turned out okay…

“Worked out pretty well, honestly.” Shrugs the skater as he continues to fiddle with the rifle, “You went apeshit, dude–just like I was, but like… a bajillion times worse!”

So then how exactly did you NOT kill him and Rodney, then?

“Got distracted by some dog things in the exit.” Explains Raj. “You tore through ‘em and ran off before we could stop ya, but you also kinda cleared the way, so…”

His face scrunches up a bit in thought.

Thanks?”

Any time, you nod, but how’d they link up with-

“Pep? She’s a machine, dude.” Raj adds with respect in his voice, “Found her crawling out of some hole in the mountain bleedin’ like crazy–Rod and I cleaned it up, but she was, like, OUT of it, dude… kept sayin’ your name like it was some kinda magic spell or something!”

A spike twists its way through your chest as you remember where you last left the red menace… a memory you’re happy to replace with the one where she triumphantly returned with a grenade launcher… wearing a white shirt… in a storm…

Yea, you really oughta check in with her.

“So what’s next?” Asks Raj as he wipes some soot off of Linda, “You find SITE B?

Probably, you nod, but-

“Well shit, man, let’s BOOGIE!"announces the skater as he hops to his feet! “Last one there’s a rotten egg, yo!”

Good ole’ Raj. Giving your friend a smile, you instruct him to track down Groundskeeper Chuck–he’ll be coming with as well!

“Righteous.” Nods Raj as he holds his fist out for a bump! “Once more unto the breach, my dude!”

Hell yea, you smirk as you oblige him, one more ride!

“You’re a real one, Diesel!” Adds the skater as he picks up Linda and heads towards Chuck, “We got this!”

You’re a real one too, man…

>CONTD.
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As you watch Raj depart, you feel a prickly feeling run down your neck… the unmistakable sensation of being watched…

God, you missed that.

Turning around to face the eavesdropper, you’re met with a red haired TORPEDO launching itself at your torso! Crashing into you at subsonic speed, Pepper looks up at you with her famous pout and a few tears streaming down her dusty face!

“Y-you’re a monster, you know that!?” She sputters as she punches you with her remaining fist, “I almost DIE a-and you wait to talk to me until NOW!? You’re a real jerk, sandcrab!”

Sensing the scene she’s making, the girl’s eyes grow wide as she clears her throat and steps away from you with reddening cheeks! “R-right, sorry… gotta work on boundaries…”

Wiping her tears off on her sleeve, the girl looks up at you again with a sheepish smile! “A-and to be honest I had to talk with Jake a bit first… y’know, to let him know what’s been happening… a-anyways, it looks like you’ve got a plan in motion, a-and I totally get it if you want me to stick behind, but… but I also know you pr-probably just said that stuff back in the lab to motivate me to stay alive, y'know, as-as a friend and now I’m talking way too much, but I really don’t know what to do here and it’s cold are you cold I'm cold and I’m drenched and I’m kinda feeling a whole bunch of emotions right now which is really weird because I usually don’t feel those and by the way you have my stuff so I’ll take that back if you-”

The truth is you were just paralyzed by seeing her alive again… but once you’ve got the plucky paparazzi safe, healthy, and in front of you, well… you feel sensation slowly return…

What do?
>SILENTLY OFFER YOUR JACKET TO HER. WHITE DRESS SHIRTS AND RAIN DON’T MIX WELL, Y’KNOW.
>GIVE HER A HUG! WELCOME BACK, DORK!
>KISS THE SHIT OUTTA HER! SHE’S ALIVE!
>FIST BUMP! FRIENDLY, BUT SETS BOUNDARIES!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5752615
>SILENTLY OFFER YOUR JACKET TO HER. WHITE DRESS SHIRTS AND RAIN DON’T MIX WELL, Y’KNOW.
>KISS THE SHIT OUTTA HER! SHE’S ALIVE!
Kiss that girl until she’s out of breath.
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>>5752612
Libby's cute. Shame we didn't talk to her more. Would be a good MC for a followup quest exploring her magic, just saying, hint hint

>>5752615
>SILENTLY OFFER YOUR JACKET TO HER. WHITE DRESS SHIRTS AND RAIN DON’T MIX WELL, Y’KNOW.
>KISS THE SHIT OUTTA HER! SHE’S ALIVE!
Pep's best girl, though.
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>>5752633
+1
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>>5752633
>>5752652
>>5752661
>GENTLEMANLY BEHAVIOR!
>BUT ALSO
Writing!

>>5752652
>spoiler
Interesting idea--it all really depends if I wanna run another quest any time soon, but we'll see!
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First thing’s first: You already took it off before you beat the vegemite outta’ Smythe, so while Pepper continues to assail you with a tsunami of words you take out your TRENDY TRACK JACKET out from your pocket and gently place it over her pale, trembling shoulders.

“B-bwah?” She sputters as your move stops her from speaking tongues, “Wh-wha?”

Not to ruin the moment, you mutter, but white shirts and rain don’t go too well together.

It takes the girl a moment to understand what you’re insinuating before she frantically dons the jacket you lent her!

“I… I KNEW THAT! I-IT WAS A DISTRACTION TACTIC, IS ALL! I J-JUST WANTED TO GAIN THE UPPER HAND WHEN WE-”

Yea alright, that’s all the self-restraint you had. Here goes. Lifting the girl off of her feet like a princess, you dash behind the nearest rock you can find and press her against it before showering her tear and rain-soaked face in kisses!

“ACKPTH!” Pepper sputters in a mixture of confusion, surprise, and… excitement, “Wait, what are you–we CAN’T, sandcr-if we start now I’ll-MMPH!

You’re on a tight schedule here, so you just cut to the part where you lock lips with hers and let your mouths do the talking!

Paralyzed in surprise at first, the redhead practically melts in your arms as she wraps her legs around your waist to bring you closer! Caressing her wet hair with one hand, your other wanders down her lower back…and stays there until she snatches your hand in hers and places it, well… lower with a forceful growl!

You don’t even feel the rain anymore as you pour everything you have into kissing Pepper–every memory of her apparent death, the thought of her not making it to the end of the night… the thought of never being able to see her again… all of it is flushed down the drain like old pizza sauce as the two of you hold each other as close as you can!

After what feels like countless hedonistic hours locked in each other's embrace, it’s Pepper that gently pushes you away!

“D-DIESEL…” She gasps, her face flushed from lack of breath and the current situation, “You… you meant it…”

Yep, you nod, red and panting as well, guess she scooped ya’, huh?

“Oh… oh my god…” She mutters under her shallow breath… “We… we’ve gotta stop, sandcrab…”

Or else what?

“Or… or else…” She wheezes as a dreamy look washes over her face, “... I’m not gonna be able… to stop myself…”

Your brain agrees, despite the lack of blood up there right now. You’ve got a job to do, and even if you were to… continue... this is hardly the best place to do it. Your heart and a few… other parts… aren’t too happy about it, but despite all odds you miraculously manage to lift yourself off of the girl!

She doesn’t look too pleased about it either, but them’s the breaks, huh?

>CONTD.
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“So,” Pepper begins as the two of you take a moment to readjust your hair and clothes behind the rock, “You found SITE B?

You think so, you shrug, Hauser mentioned using her head as ‘Putting Practice’--it’s flimsy, but it’s the best lead you’ve got right now.

“Well we’ve been on-point with our predictions so far…” The red head muses as she stuffs her soaked button-down into her borrowed jacket’s pocket, “And hey, if we’re wrong we won’t have to live with the embarrassment for long, right?”

You give Pepper a hard stare. Less than an hour ago you were certain she was dead–easy on the gallows humor, yea?

“You’re right, I’m sorry…” She sighs as she tugs on her armless sleeve. “I… I really am glad to be alive, though…”

It’s probably the best news you’ve heard all night, you agree as you give her hair a little tousle, prompting the red head to nuzzle your shoulder with a pleased grin on her face! How the hell did she get out of there anyways?

“It’s a long story,” the journalist replies as she puts her ‘PRESS’ lanyard around her neck, “and I’ll be more than happy to tell you about it when we’re not on borrowed time… but here’s the short version:”

Retrieving your GOLD LIGHTER from her pocket, the girl wiggles it in your face and smiles. “Let’s just say I’m really glad you gave me that dynamite–all I had before that was the GRENADE LAUNCHER I was gonna give ya… and that SHOTGUN...”

You don’t need to elaborate, you interject with a sympathetic tone in your voice. You’re just glad she made it out of there in one piece.

“Well, two, kinda.” She giggles as she points to where her left arm used to be. “But it wasn’t the dynamite that saved me, slick… it was what you said.”

Well you meant it, you respond softly, and you can’t really put into words just how glad you are that she’s okay–when you thought she was gone, we-

“Then don’t put it into words.” She purrs as she gives you a playful nudge! “Man, the sooner we get off this island…”

Right, you nod, you’ve gotta go! Taking the lead, you freeze in place as you notice Pepper isn’t following. Turning around, you see the girl twiddling her thumbs with a sheepish look on her face. Is she good?

“I’m… great,” she nods, smiling. “I just wanted to say: thanks, Diesel… for saving me.”

And thank YOU for saving me, you counter! Now c’mon, we’re running outta time!

>CONTD.
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“Christ, you two, you waiting for an invitation!?” Growls Chuck as you scurry over to where he and Raj are waiting! “You know she ain’t gonna just let us waltz in there, right?”

“Honestly that’d be pretty cool of her after everything that’s happened…” Muses Raj as he and Pepper bump fists. “You think-”

NO, you respond flatly, you’re not talking to her any more if you can help it–that’s RODNEY’S job now!

“And he’s… doing a really good job of it, from the looks of things!” Observes Pepper as you watch Rodney chatting up the deranged scientist’s hologram like any other girl he’s harassed before! “You don’t think he’s gonna be bummed out when we take her down, will he?”

You almost say she’s just his type, but you stop yourself–as far as things go, Rodney’s, well…

He’s actually been pretty helpful, all things considered. Like he was before you had your falling-out…

“What happened?” Asks Raj as Chuck climbs into the driver’s seat of a SECURITY APC and starts it up.

A lot of things, you shrug, he’d eat raw dough, of course, but he would also always hassle customers… harass ladies… act all cool when Uncle Emilio gave him lectures… you thought it was a phase, but it just got worse as time went on, so… you just threw him to the wolves.

“You think he was just… trying on some new persona?” Pepper suggests as you boost her up to the APC’s MOUNTED GUN.

You dunno, you sigh, but that’s another conversation for another day. Right now you’ve got asses that need kicking!

Your whole entourage goes silent as they process your words.

RIVKA’S ass, you guys… not OURS.

“OOOOooooh…”

Boarding the vehicle with Raj, you check your weaponry as Chuck tries his best to stealthily drive a military vehicle past the giant hologram.

“No second chances here, kids…” The groundskeeper hisses as you roll towards the gate you entered from, “So stay sharp and don’t relax–you can do that once you’re back home.”

Home. Now that sounds good right about now…

>CONTD.
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Rocketing down the trail like a heavily-armed boulder, you and Raj cling to your seats for dear life while Pepper makes unintelligible squeaks and yelps the whole way down! Hey gramps, you growl as you half-climb, half-crawl over to his seat, you’re trying to get to the GOLF COURSE ALIVE, remember!?

“You want to get there fast, then siddown and shut the hell up!” He snarls as he completely ignores a switchback in favor of just bounding down the rocky sides, “You want a comfy ride then book a goddamn limo!”

Fine, you grumble as you fall back into your seat, but if you die during the DRIVE you’re gonna haunt his ass!

“And I’ll find a way to KICK yours!” Counters Chuck! “Ghost or not, I’ll find a way!”

“Woah…” Mutters Raj with awe in his voice, “Cool...”

GUYS!” Exclaims a dizzy-sounding Pepper, “WE’VE GOT A PROBLEM!

Lemme guess, you groan as you poke your head out the window into the storm again, more dogs?

Your answer comes in the form of another twelve-foot coverall-clad slasher body-slamming your ride from the side and nearly tipping it off the cliff!

And he’s running after you!

Don’t just sit there, you shout, SHOOT HI-

Before your orders can go through, ANOTHER slasher stands in the middle of the narrow cliff road ahead… and he doesn’t seem like the type to step aside!

“I’m gonna try to pass him!” Explains Chuck as he steps on the gas, “Just keep them from getting too close!

Easier said than done! What do?! CHOOSE AN ACTION FOR ALL OR SOME OF THE TEAM!
>BLAST ‘EM! PEPPER (TURRET? SHOTGUN? GRENADE LAUNCHER?) RAJ (RIFLE) DIESEL(RIFLE? SHOTGUN?)
>LIGHT ‘EM UP! RAJ (FLARE GUN) DIESEL (MOLOTOV)
>LET THEM GET CLOSE AND ATTACK THEM! RAJ (FIRE AX) DIESEL (STUN STAFF)
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5752759
>BLAST ‘EM! PEPPER (TURRET? SHOTGUN? GRENADE LAUNCHER?) RAJ (RIFLE) DIESEL(RIFLE? SHOTGUN?)
Grenade launcher, rifle, shotgun. Go all out, but we have limited time.
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>>5752767
This.
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>>5752759
>>BLAST ‘EM! PEPPER (TURRET? SHOTGUN? GRENADE LAUNCHER?) RAJ (RIFLE) DIESEL(RIFLE? SHOTGUN?)
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>>5752767
>>5752781
>>5752785
>PEPPER: GRENADES, RAJ: RIFLE, DIESEL: SHOTGUN!
HERE GOES! ROLLINNN
>ROLL ME 3d100 TO BLAST 'EM! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL+11 (+9 COMBAT BONUS, +5 SPENT TIME WITH PEPPER, -3 HUGE MAN!)
>PEPPER+6 (+4 DECENT FIREARM EXPERIENCE, +5 DIIIIESEELLL :3, -3 HUGE MAN!)
>RAJ+7 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, +5 FRIENDS!, -3 HUGE MAN!)
And remember: CRITFAILS CAN'T HAPPEN NO MORE! GO FOR THE GOLD!
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Rolled 34, 95, 44 = 173 (3d100)

>>5752875
All else fails, we are in control of quite a lot of tonnes of armoured vehicle at high speed.
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>>5752881
Dayum, those muchas smoochas did Pepper some good, huh
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Rolled 84, 62, 99 = 245 (3d100)

>>5752875
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Rolled 44, 73, 32 = 149 (3d100)

>>5752875
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>>5752881
>>5752886
>>5752888
>95, 101, 106

>>5752884
The real firepower was the friends we made along the way.
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>>5752881
>>5752886
>>5752888
THE ROLZ:
>DIESEL: 95!
>PEPPERONI: 101!
>RAJ: 106!
Writing!
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GLADLY! Drawing your CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION, you unload a few shells into the slasher trying to run you off the road while Raj and Pepper take aim at the one blocking it! Thankfully you don’t have to wait long to do your part… even though Chuck seems to want to take you over only the roughest and crappiest parts of the road, you manage to hold steady as the coveralled colossus bullrushes the side of the APC!

You draw a bead on his leg as your friends unload on the beast further down the slope. Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you wait until his leg is juuuust close enough before letting ‘er rip!

The shot rings true! Shredding the scaley muscle and sinew in the monster’s leg, the buckshot remains lodged inside as your would-be attacker’s momentum sends him tumbling past your ride… and OFF THE CLIFF! SEEYA!

Turning your attention to your other rabble rouser, you watch in awe as Raj riddles the stalker’s body with bullets! Though it doesn’t get him to move much, one chance hit to the beast’s knee is enough to send it stumbling out of your way… and into Pepper’s range!

Sending a grenade straight for the slasher’s head, the girl triumphantly pumps her fist as the shell makes contact with a mountain-shaking boom! Whether she blew the monster’s mask off or not you’ll never know, because as it reels from the force of the explosion, the slasher loses its footing and also falls to what you hope is certain doom!

Nice one!

“Yea, keep doin’ it just like that!” Orders Chuck as he continues to take the most dangerous route down the side of the cliff!

With the threat dealt with for now, you and the others focus on the important things: namely not being flung out of the vehicle! You and Raj are safe enough, of course, but Pepper’s clinging to the turret for dear life! Scooting over to her, you grab her by the legs to keep her from flying out, and before long you start to feel the trail even out a little!

“Finally…” Groans Pepper as she relaxes a little bit, “Felt like my teeth were gonna fall outta’ my mouth with all that shaking…”

>CONTD.
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>>5752924
Pepper keeps a close watch on your surroundings via the turret as you enter an especially foggy patch of forest–the tree branches passing you by resembling gnarled claws reaching out to grab you!

“Could you not joke about that, sandcrab?” Groans Pepper as she kicks at you, “I’ve had enough scares tonight to last a lifetime, thanks!”

“Ditto!” Adds Raj before his face grows grim! “Hey… wait a sec…”

Oh COOL, you groan, so when YOU do it it’s bad, but when RAJ does it-

It’s only after Raj fires a volley into the fog that you realize he ain’t joking. Raj, you ask as you get your shooter ready, what’ja see?

“A dog, man!” He reports as he continues to scan the mist, “Maybe two!”

“Make that three…” Mutters Pepper as her eyes trail something hidden in the fog, “... wait, FOUR!”

So there’s a LOT is what you’re saying, you snarl! Gotcha!

As if on cue, one of said mutts sails over the APC and just barely misses grabbing your red head’s head! Not cool!

Can you go any faster, Chuck?

“Nope, can’t see shit–one wrong move and we’ll be cubed on the side of a tree!”

Figures! Well you’re almost at your destination… probably! Clearing out the local wildlife can only help you in the long run!

What do!?
>BLAST ‘EM! DIESEL (RIFLE, SHOTGUN), PEPPER (TURRET, SHOTGUN, GRENADE LAUNCHER), RAJ (RIFLE, FLARE GUN)
>LET ‘EM CLOSE AND KNOCK ‘EM DOWN! DIESEL (WRIST WHIP, STUN STAFF, STUPID BOOMERANG THING), PEPPER (CAMERA), RAJ (FIRE AX)
>BURN ‘EM! DIESEL (MOLOTOV), RAJ (FLARE GUN)
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5752926
>BURN ‘EM! DIESEL (MOLOTOV), RAJ (FLARE GUN)
Splash weapons don't require accuracy... R-right?
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>>5752926
>BLAST ‘EM! DIESEL (RIFLE, SHOTGUN), PEPPER (TURRET, SHOTGUN, GRENADE LAUNCHER), RAJ (RIFLE, FLARE GUN)
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>>5752926
>>BLAST ‘EM! DIESEL (RIFLE, SHOTGUN), PEPPER (TURRET, SHOTGUN, GRENADE LAUNCHER), RAJ (RIFLE, FLARE GUN)
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>>5752941
>>5752938
Mind adding which weapon you'd like to use for each too?
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>>5752957
Err... Molotovs and flare guns.
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>>5752957
Rifle, turret, flare gun.

They don’t like light, and it’s best to keep them away since their tentacles are poisonous.
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>>5752959
Whoops, meant >>5752949 this brave anon! My bad!

In any case, though, it looks like we're shootin' em!
>>5752941
>>5752949
>SHOOT!
>>5752938
>BUUUURN!

>ROLL ME 3d100 TO OLD YELLER THESE ASSHOLES! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL+12(+9 COMBAT BONUS, +5 SPENT TIME WITH PEPPER, -2 SPEEDY DOGS!)
>PEPPER+7 (+4 DECENT FIREARM EXPERIENCE, +5 DIIIIESEELLL :3, -2 SPEEDY DOGS)
>RAJ+8 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, +5 FRIENDS!, -2 SPEEDY DOGS!)
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Rolled 58, 29, 38 = 125 (3d100)

>>5752989
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Rolled 1, 22, 57 = 80 (3d100)

>>5752989
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>>5752992
I...really ought to walk away from these dice, shouldn't I?
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>>5752992
>no critfails
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>>5752993
No need! You're so INSPIRED that Critfails ain't happening anymore! Asspull? Dunno what you're talking about--it worked in Bones Quest near the end!
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>>5752999
If you do it once, it's an asspull. If you do it twice, it's tradition.
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>>5752999
I like to think of it as being exposed to such much bad luck we've become immune to it.
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Rolled 14, 25, 3 = 42 (3d100)

>>5752989
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>>5753007
>58, 29, 57
Maybe not TOTALLY immune.
Jeez, Pep, this is why you're down an arm
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>>5752999
Is it necessary? It feels kind of scummy.
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>>5753029
You're very close to the end, but I leave it in the hands of you, the voters:
>KEEP CRITFAILS
or
>LOSE CRITFAILS

I'll update again SUNDAY AROUND 9-10AM PST assuming shit doesn't come up! Thanks for playing as always and see ya when I see ya!
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>>5753051
>KEEP CRITFAILS
I hunger for chaos
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>>5753051
>LOSE CRITFAILS

dead all of them by my hands all of them!
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>>5753051
>LOSE CRITFAILS
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>>5753051
>KEEP CRITFAILS
I don’t want to be babied.
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>>5753051
Keep, the dice have spoken and they demand blood
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>>5753053
>>5753097
>>5753168
>KEEP
>>5753061
>>5753082
>LOSE
The choice is made, you maniacs. I SCREENCAPP'D this shit too! YOU'RE STUCK WITH THIS CHOICE!

Anyways,

>>5752991
>>5752992
>>5753014
THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 70!
>PEPPER: YOU GOOFED UP AGAIN YOU DUMB BROAD
>RAJ: 65!

Writing Art's death scene!

>>5753007
>>5753005
You guys are gonna have to keep Pep on a leash with all the HILARIOUS PRATFALLS she keeps stumbling into!
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>>5753274
>tfw she loses all her limbs and we have a cyborg newsie goblin GF in a short skirt and knee-sock-patterned super robot legs
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Pepper, you bark as more silhouettes emerge from the fog, LIGHT ‘EM UP!

“ON IT!” She chirps before swinging the TURRET towards the closest monster! The forest fills with the sound of teeth-shaking thumping as the machine gun tears through the mist, but just when you and Raj are about to join the fray, disaster strikes!

A massive CRUNCH reverberates through the woods ahead as the machine gun tears through a mighty tree’s thick trunk! Splintering from the lack of support, the tree crashes down through the fog and directly into your path!

“HANG ON TA’ SOMETHING!” Roars Chuck as he swerves to avoid it! You succeed on that front, but the sudden shift nearly knocks your weapons out of your hands! Though the APC makes it around the trunk, three of its six wheels roll over it… and in a flagrant violation of the laws of physics, your ride is nearly tipped over!

Skidding through the mud on three wheels, Chuck struggles to right the vehicle as Pepper slips back inside with a sheepish look on her face! She’s in BIG trouble if we survive this, you snarl!

“Erm… Ch-Cheese Forgive me?”

“Hahaha, CHEDDAR luck next time!” Snickers Raj as he nudges you in the ribs! “Get it?”

WE’RE BEING ATTACKED, YOU RETARDS!

“... Brieing attacked…”

Shut up, Pepper.

As the NOTWOLVES tackle the side of the APC attempting to knock it over, you hear another curse from the driver’s seat! What’s going on up there, Chuck!?

“Can’t… can’t get a damn grip on this mud…” He snarls! “An-wait… what the hell is THAT?!

Climbing to get a view through the front, you spot what the Groundskeeper spots almost immediately–after all, you’re skidding right for it! Chuck, you sputter, is that some kind of-

Your question is cut off and simultaneously answered when Raj clambers over you to see for himself!

FRUUUUUUUUUUUUUIIIIIIITTT CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRT!

>ROLL ME 1d100+4 (+4 GOOD DRIVER, +5 FOUND LIBBY, -3 UNEVEN PASSENGERS, -2 FUCKIN’ MUDDY) TO REJECT THE LEMONS LIFE’S ABOUT TO GIVE YOU! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

>>5753283
She'd just abuse it and keep making dumb 'can you give me a hand' or 'careful, I'm armed' jokes. Still, might have to draw this one...
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Rolled 10 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>5753298
Pepper making puns only makes me more into it.
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Rolled 54 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>5753298
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Rolled 11 + 4 (1d100 + 4)

>>5753298
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>>5753316
>>5753326
>>5753329
>HIGHEST ROLL: 58!
Nice! Writing!
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The APC fills with screams as it rushes towards the orchard-fresh obstacle!

“I guess we’re ‘plum’ out of luck!” Sputters Pepper in a half-horrified, half-smiling voice!

Nope, there’s no way those are gonna be the last words you hear! Tackling Pepper like a linebacker, the sudden shift in weight, along with Raj tumbling over as well, is enough to give Chuck just the right amount of control to slip past the bountiful barrier!

Skidding past like his life depended on it (and it does), the groundskeeper waits until you’re long past the fruit cart before swerving to the side! While the rest of the pack disperses, one unlucky NOTWOLF gets a bit too close to the APC’s undercarriage and is crushed like a frog on the freeway when the massive vehicle’s three airborne wheels crash back onto the road with a dull ‘SPLUT!

“Welp,” Grumbles Chuck as you climb off of Pepper, “Despite that massive FUCKUP you somehow managed to help me kill one of ‘em… now quit playin’ grab-ass and take care of the rest!”

“You heard him, slick.” Purrs Pepper as you quickly avert your eyes from her hindquarters, “There’s still more out there!”

Their timing couldn’t be better–no sooner do you level out does the rest of the pack leap onto the top of the APC! Dropping back down from the turret, Pepper brandishes her CAMERA at the foul beasts as they all try to squeeze through the hole into the APC at the same time!

Hah! Stupid animals!

One of them clearly doesn’t appreciate your joke–ducking underneath a claw swipe aimed for your eyes, you ready an attack as the NOTWOLVES quickly discover the unholy power of TEAMWORK and prepare to enter ONE AT A TIME!

They’re funneled, though, so what’s the play?

>YOU’VE GOT SOME AMMO LEFT–CONCENTRATED FIRE!
>SAVE THE GUN JUICE… CHOP ‘EM UP!
>GRAB ONE AND CLEAR THE REST OFF THE APC WITH THE WRIST WHIP! WORKED LAST TIME!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5753391
>SAVE THE GUN JUICE… CHOP ‘EM UP!
Teamwork will make OUR dream work, not yours!
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>>5753391
>SAVE THE GUN JUICE… CHOP ‘EM UP!
GET TO THE CHOPPER
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>>5753391
>SAVE THE GUN JUICE… CHOP ‘EM UP!
Pepper is the unluckiest waifu there is. It’s cute, in a frustrating kind of way.
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>>5753391
>>SAVE THE GUN JUICE… CHOP ‘EM UP!
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>>5753393
>>5753410
>>5753420
>>5753424
>CHOP CHOP CHOP
Let's make some mulch!
>ROLL ME 3d100 (Pepperoni will distract 'em with her flashing camera unless you wanna give her a melee weapon) TO CUT TO THE CHASE! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL (+7 COMBAT BONUS, -2 CLOSE QUARTERS, MANY TENDRILS)
>PEPPER (+3 READY FOR YOUR CLOSE-UP? -2 CLOSE QUARTERS, MANY TENDRILS)
>RAJ (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -2 CLOSE QUARTERS, MANY TENDRILS)

Here's the UPDATED INVENTORY PASTEBIN if you have a specific weapon in mind!
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh[s/poiler]

>>5753420
>unluckiest waifu
>Take her out for coffee
>Drowns in cup
She rolled a Nat Hundo meeting DIESEL, though :3
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>>5753429
Fucked up the formatting, apologies. Also gonna go out for a bit--will probably update later! Thanks for your patience... I know it's a slog, but it's a slog CLOSE TO THE END! Hope it's a good one!
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Rolled 33, 74, 60 = 167 (3d100)

>>5753429
Rollin'.

>>5753430
Not a slog at all, QM! Keep up the good work.
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Rolled 6, 72, 75 = 153 (3d100)

>>5753429
inb4 she rolls another 1
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Rolled 38, 98, 37 = 173 (3d100)

>>5753429
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>>5753431
>>5753432
>>5753433
>THE ROLES:
>DIESEL: 43!
>PEPPER: 99!
>RAJ: 78!
Writing!
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You want teamwork, you snarl as you draw your STUN STAFF, you’ll show ‘em teamwork! The first NOTWOLF to poke its tentacled head into the APC gets it cleaved off immediately by a quick smack from Raj’s FIRE AX and falls into a bloody heap on one of the nice leather seats! Grody!

Seeing their predecessor’s mistake, two more pack members enter simultaneously screeching like a pair of Middle Schoolers! Jabbing your staff at the closest one, you panic a bit as it smacks your weapon away with a tentacle! Luckily Pepper’s quick on the draw with her CAMERA--filling the back seats with a blinding flash, the sudden photo op gives both you and Raj just enough time to lay into the dazed critters!

Sending an appreciative ‘Nice save’! Pepper’s way, you leave Raj to cut up the bodies writhing on the seats while you poke the staff around the turret in search of the last remaining monster!

Your probing fails… at first. You’re just about to climb up to the turret when something yanks on the STUN STAFF and helps you up by association! Flying onto the rain slick roof of the APC as it hurtles through the muddy, misty forest like a heavily-armored bat outta hell, you find yourself staring down not one, but THREE NOTWOLVES!

Baring their ooze-covered lamprey-like teeth, the NOTWOLVES circle you as best they can on the cramped roof…

Until one catches an ax to the front leg and tumbles off the side!

“Pretty ‘Gouda’, don’t ya thi-”

QUIT JOKING AND COME HELP, RAJ!

Joining you at your side, the skater gives you a confident nod as you square off with the monsters for an all-or-nothing sumo match! Winner takes all!

What’s the move?
>BE AGGRESSIVE! STRIKE FIRST AND FAST!
>GOAD THEM INTO ATTACKING, THEN COUNTER!
>USE YOUR WRIST WHIP AND TRIP ‘EM UP! RAJ CAN SUPPORT!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5753655
>USE YOUR WRIST WHIP AND TRIP ‘EM UP! RAJ CAN SUPPORT!
Keep distance. They have venom.
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>>5753655
>>USE YOUR WRIST WHIP AND TRIP ‘EM UP! RAJ CAN SUPPORT!
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>>5753669
>>5753776
Whoops, sorry--the hours got away from me... BIG TIME!
>WRIST WHIP AND BUDDY SUPPORT!
Here goes..
>ROLL ME 3d100 TO WHIP 'EM INTO SHAPE! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL:+6 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +2 WRIST WHIP, -3 STORMY AS SHIT OUTSIDE)
>PEPPER:-1 (+1 OUT-OF-RANGE PHOTOGRAPHY, -2 STORMY AS SHIT EVEN HALFWAY INSIDE)
>RAJ: +4 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, +2 IN-RANGE SUPPORT, -3 STORY AS SHIT OUTSIDE)
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Rolled 82, 30, 74 = 186 (3d100)

>>5753925
Let's see if I can avoid killing anyone
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Rolled 78, 39, 96 = 213 (3d100)

>>5753925
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Rolled 76, 7, 76 = 159 (3d100)

>>5753925
You gonna add all the artwork for this quest to someplace, Bones?
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>>5753946
I had an imgur for Bones.... Haven't checked on it for a while, though! I could always put it all on there again unless there's a better site/place for it! Always love archiving art and fanart! Any ideas?

Also I'm tired as shit so we'll update tomorrow around 9-10am PST!
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>>5753960
Imgur is okay-ish, but I don’t really know of anything better. I’ll look into it and see what I can find.

Have a nice day off.
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>>5753966
Oh I'll be back soon! On my end it's just past midnight so I'll be updating in a few hours! Thanks for the idea!
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>>5753960
A OneDrive for an email that you only sue for /qst/ stuff, maybe?
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>>5753960
Put all the images in a .tex file and upload it.
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Sorry for the wait, all--woke up and had to do a bunch of errands... AND I was putting together the SLICE QUEST ART DUMP! Check it:

https://imgur.com/a/pR0KEF5
Lemme know if it works or not! I've also included some NEAT QM COMMENTARY on all the pics, so you really oughta check it out if you wanna look cool for all your friends!

As for the rolls...
>DIESEL: 88!
>PEPPER: 38!
>RAJ: 100 (NOT NAT)!
WRITING!
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>>5754414
The link works well for me! Kind of feels like we accidentally bypassed the survivor rescue segment when we raged and passed out. :( A bit sad for that. These seem like neat characters.
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>>5754414
It’s cool as hell getting to see some of the things that didn’t come up. Thanks for putting it together!

>>5754478
Yeah, we missed a whole lot, huh? Almost like it was one red menace’s fault…
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You don’t have time to play fetch here… even with Rodney’s mastery of The Art of the Bullshit there’s a good chance Rivka already knows you’re on the way! Extending your WRIST WHIP, you feel a CAMERA flash behind you as the NOTWOLVES crouch close to the roof–they know you’re up to something!

“HEY!” Barks Raj as he steps forward, “Watch THIS!

To your great surprise the monsters don’t tackle and subsequently tear Raj apart… instead they watch as he spins Linda on his finger like a beaten-up propeller! Entranced by the distraction, neither NOTWOLF notices your tendril approaching until it’s too late!

Smacking them off the APC like oversized mosquitos, your whip dutifully retracts into your wrist as the two would-be boarders skip along the rocky ground like stones on a lake! Bumping Raj’s fist, the two of you hop back into the APC next to a frazzled-looking Pepper! Problems?

“I just had a thought…” she mutters as she deletes a blurry photo of your butt and the NOTWOLVES, “This SITE B– what if it doesn’t have a CURE for… whatever you guys have in you?”

Can’t control people if you’re knocked the FUCK out, you counter as you and Raj high-five each other!

“I’m serious, sandcrab…” She adds in a concerned tone, “What about the others on the mountain? If everyone goes berserk, well-”

“We’ll find something!” Interjects Raj as he leans back in his seat and props his feet on top of the dismembered NOTWOLF corpses sitting in front of him! “Just gotta figure it out when we get there, is all!”

The redhead clearly isn’t as convinced. “... let’s just be thorough, okay? For everyone’s sake.”

You were planning on it, you reply. Wouldn’t wanna deprive her of an opportunity to SNOOP!

“Eheheh~well I suppose that’s true...” The girl giggles as she runs a hand through her hair!

“Don’t wanna jinx us, but I think we’re clear… for now...” Grunts Chuck from the front seat! “Keep yer’ eyes peeled, though–no tellin’ what’s waiting for us ahead…”

He aint’ wrong. Giving Pepper’s head a gentle pat, you turn your attention back to the woods around you.

It ain’t over yet…

>CONTD.
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A few tense moments of off-roading later leads you out of the treeline and into a vast clearing covered in a thick blanket of fog!

“We’re here…” Announces the groundskeeper in a cautious voice, “Now we just gotta find this LAB of yours…”

Sure enough, your vehicle buzzes past a flag-tipped pole in the ground and dips in and out of a pit of sand before skidding to a halt on some finely-cultivated grass! Scanning the fog for anything out of the ordinary, your preliminary search comes up empty, save for the faint outline of a SEA CLIFF jutting out of the mist further down the course… that and the skeleton of some kind of BUILDING!

CLUBHOUSE.” Explains Chuck with his usual verbosity. “Still under construction… but I’m guessing after tonight it’s gonna be put on hold indefinitely.”

One can only hope.

“Anyone see any labs?” Asks Raj, idly scratching his beanied head as he squints into the rain and fog. “Man, what if it’s UNDERWATER?

“Don’t. Even. Joke.” Shudders Pepper as she too joins the hunt. “Though considering all that’s happened…”

You frown. Is she gonna be alright? The girl responds with a stiff, forced shrug.

“... I’ve g-got you, sandcrab! N-no sweat!”

Bullshit. Look, you sigh, if the ‘W’ Word comes up, you’ll just… you’ll just carry her or something, alright?

The girl smiles a bit at that, but doesn’t respond. Not surprising, of course–you didn’t expect her to get over her water thing in one night.

Still a bummer though–might be hard to coax her into a beach trip once this is all over!

In any case, you’ve got a few choices on where to look for a SECRET LAB entrance–none of them better than the other.

“If it were me,” Remarks Chuck as he keeps his HUNTING RIFLE close at hand, “I’d put it somewhere with low foot traffic… but also accessible to vehicles and people that oughta’ be there. It’s a lab after all.”

“Riiiiight…” Raj mutters in a sagely tone. “Say, anyone notice how quiet it is?”

He’s not wrong–even with the storm raging above, the fog around you is eerily quiet… as if it were holding its breath waiting for something to happen.

Where should you begin your search?
>CHECK THE SEA CLIFFS! MAYBE THERE’S A CAVE OR SOMETHING?
>THAT CONSTRUCTION SITE’S A GOOD BET! HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT!
>YOU’RE THINKING TOO HARD ABOUT THIS… THERE’S GOTTA BE AN ENTRANCE AROUND THE GOLF COURSE–JUST LOOP AROUND!
>WRITE-IN!

>>5754478
>>5754497
Glad you liked it! I wouldn't mind writing more of everyone too, but I also know that once players have their mind on something, well... that's where they're headed!

And yes, it was all Pepper's wicked plot to have you ALL TO HERSELF! Truly worst girl...
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>>5754518
>CHECK THE SEA CLIFFS!
Chuck knows all this land better than us, and he sounds like he’s on the right track with it being secluded, but still accessible. The sea cliff makes the most sense.
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>>5754518
>>CHECK THE SEA CLIFFS! MAYBE THERE’S A CAVE OR SOMETHING?
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>>5754518
>THAT CONSTRUCTION SITE’S A GOOD BET! HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT!

Personally I'd rather check a construction yard in a storm before checking a rocky cliff.
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>>5754518
>THAT CONSTRUCTION SITE’S A GOOD BET! HIDING IN PLAIN SIGHT!
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>>5754518
Alright scratch >>5754527
I’ll go with checking the construction site both to avoid the tie and since one anon makes a good point about avoiding the cliff.
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>>5754558
>SEA THOSE CLIFFS?

>>5754584
>>5754603
>>5754640
>WHAT A SITE FOR SORE EYES!

Writing!
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You might be in a hurry, but it’s raining cats, dogs, cows, orangutans, komodo dragons, and a whole Ark’s-worth of animals around you right now–not exactly beach weather!

Pointing towards the faint outline of rebar reaching towards the stormy sky, you tell Chuck to take you over to the club… you could use a refreshment or two before hitting the course!

“It’s not built yet, though, dude.” Raj helpfully reminds you. You know, you groan, unable to really get mad at your friend given all that’s happened, but hiding a secret lab under recent construction isn’t exactly out of the question, is it?

“Not in the least, chief!” Agrees Pepper as Chuck shrugs before ferrying you towards your destination, “For example: didja’ know that GREENRIDGE PARK is built on ANCIENT RUINS!? It’s true!”

Sure, you scoff, and City Hall’s built on top of a colony of FISH PEOPLE, right? Pepper’s eyes go wide at your flippant ‘revelation’.

“W-wait, REALLY?

You answer her with a gentle, but still pointed flick to the forehead! If she survives this only to become a friggin’ TABLOID JOURNALIST-

“Hey, if it’s the truth then it’s the TRUTH!” She counters in a haughty voice as she rubs where you flicked her! “You were preaching the same crap earlier about Hauser… betcha’ feel dumb now, huh, slick?”

You’ll be happy to take the loss on that one, you begrudgingly reply, but-

“Put your marital quarrel on the backburner for a sec–we’re here…”

Heeding Chuck’s warning, you peek outside of the APC at the CONSTRUCTION SITE! A maze of metal beams, derelict excavator vehicles and tarp-covered construction materials, the only thing that rattles you more than all the potential hidey-holes is the fact that the center of the site is completely FLOODED, much to your red-headed companions’ chagrin!

“C’mon,” Grunts Chuck as he kicks open the door with his HUNTING RIFLE in hand, “Got a bad feelin’ about this place…”

“At least it’s only one floor!” Chirps Raj as he puts his hood over his head and joins him!

If that convinces the groundskeeper, he doesn’t show it. Giving Pepper’s trembling form a sympathetic glance, you know that this might just be where the LAB is… which means you’ve gotta search it and FAST!

>ROLL ME 4d100 TO CASE THE JOINT! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL-3 (-3 STORMY AS HELL)
>PEPPER-2 (+5 SNOOPIN’, -4 WATER, -3 STORMY AS HELL)
>RAJ+2 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -3 STORMY AS HELL)
>CHUCK+2 (+5 MILITARY TRAINING, -3 STORMY AS HELL)
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Rolled 69, 17, 81, 24 = 191 (4d100)

>>5754712
gad dang water, too much water on this island
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Rolled 29, 91, 23, 62 = 205 (4d100)

>>5754712
Surely nobody will drown in the flooded construction site.
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Rolled 18, 70, 78, 65 = 231 (4d100)

>>5754712
Please don't drown, Pepper
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>>5754751
If she falls in that water you know we’re going after her. Even if it’s a complete rapid.

>>5754723
Pepper succeeded her snoop roll, as expected.
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>>5754728
>>5754751
THE ROOLES:
>DIESEL: 66!
>PEPPER: 89!
>RAJ: 84!
>CHUCK: 67!
Writing!

>>5754728
>>5754751
>>5754755
>spoiler
Drat, now I can't use this image
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>>5754762
Lmao
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The stakes are high and the time allotted is low, but you still manage to give Pepper’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze!

Listen, you begin in as soothing a voice you can muster given the current circumstances, just stick to the parts away from the wa-

NO!” She snaps with surprising force in her tone before an apologetic look forms on her face, “I… sorry, I mean… I can do it, sandcrab. Just…”

Taking a steadying breath, she looks at you again with resolve in her eyes.

“Just… I’ll search near you… okay?”

You get the feeling she isn’t gonna say no, so you respond with a smile and a nod. Alright, you reply, but focus: we’re on a deadline here!

“R-right!” The redhead agrees with an emphatic nod of her head, “Y-yeah! Lead the way, sandcrab! I’ll show ya how it’s done!”

“Alright,” Begins Chuck as the two of you disembark from the APC, “Let’s split up! One whistle means ‘Danger–back to the APC’! Two whistles means ‘Found It’! Three quick ones means to ‘Bunker Down–don’t run to the APC!’ Any questions?”

Raj opens his mouth, but the groundskeeper is already trudging through the mud! “Spread out and let’s go!”

“I’ll uh… I’ll check the center!” The skater stammers, still flatfooted by Chuck’s orders! “What about you guys?”

You’ll stick to the right side, you reply as Pepper nods in an attempt to avoid staring at the veritable river washing into the site! Giving her a reassuring pat on her remaining arm, Raj wades off into the central section of the construction site like some kind of human duck!

Welp, you sigh as you glance between your companion’s trembling form and the fog surrounding you, let’s mosey!

Another nod. Well at least you can keep an eye on her this way… which is good, because something’s definitely fishy around here…

>CONTD.
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Mud. Mud and metal. You nearly lose your shoes a few times as you tromp through the quagmire the construction site’s turning into, and as you examine the skeleton of the lavish clubhouse to be, you fail to notice anything out of the ordinary!

See anything, Pep?

“N-no…” She stammers, “They didn’t get a lot of work done on it yet, d-did they?”

She ain’t wrong there. Construction must’ve begun a few weeks ago or something given how barebones the structure is. Most of the building materials: rebar, girders, cement mix, all of it sits derelict among the site’s base frame, and save for the muddy pit in the center you just can’t seem to find anything resembling a secret entrance! Not that you expected it to be easy, of course!

Helping Pepper yank her shoe free of the mud for what must be the sixth or seventh time, you start to feel anxiety kick in–even if the entrance was here at the clubhouse, you’re wasting time trying to track it down! And maybe it’s the slow pace or the rain soaking through your T-Shirt and Pants and into your undergarments, but simply being out here is enough to get you mad…

“I-it’s…” Shivers the redhead as she leans closer to you for warmth, “I-it’s n-not…”

We don’t know that, you counter, not for sure!

The girl shakes her head and refuses to back down. “N-not here…”

You get that she’s worried, you retort with growing impatience in your tone, but this is life and death, okay!? We’ve gotta be sure!

“Th-there’s barely anything to hide behind…” She argues through chattering teeth, “A-and w-we would’ve seen-”

For a moment you want to shout at her. Tell her to get over her water thing already and actually HELP, but you rein it in with a deep breath. Pepper loves snooping better than anybody–water or not she wouldn’t dare leave a possible scoop without good reason…

>CONTD.
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So instead you respond with a neutral shrug. Then we’ll check in with the others, you reply in an even tone. See if they found anyth-

Your voice trails off as you spot a silhouette in the fog–one you mistook for an excavator! But as it comes closer you realize not only that it’s multiple shadows, but that they’re all boasting a familiar YELLOW EYE SLIT!

You instinctively pick Pepper up and slog as quickly as you can through the muck sending a shrill whistle into the air! SHIT!

The mud tugs at your legs as you retrace your steps and rack your brain for any ideas–where else could the entrance be!?

Rounding the corner towards where you left your ride, you barely duck under a metallic dodgeball as it whizzes past your head! Regrouping with its three other pals ahead of you, a now-familiar hologram fizzes to life above you!

“So close… and yet so FAR!” Cackles Rivka’s disembodied voice! “I even indulged in your little… distraction... for far longer than I should have, and yet here you are STILL sniffing around in the wrong place!”

Still trudging through the mud with Pepper in tow, you can hear the slashers gaining behind you!

“Oh well!” The scientist shrugs, “At least there’s a hole already dug to throw your corpses into… how remarkably convenient you’ve made this for me!”

Chucking a nearby wrench at the hologram projectors, you see Rivka’s smug grin droop a bit while Pepper’s is refreshed!

“Oh look, the ape is using tools. How droll...”

>ROLL ME 3d100 TO GET BACK TO THE APC! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL+0 (+5 SPEED BONUS, +2 GETTING ANGRY, -2 MUDDY, -3 STORMY, -2 CARRYING PEPPER)
>RAJ+0 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -2 MUDDY, -3 STORMY)
>CHUCK+1 (+5 MILITARY TRAINING, -1 USED TO MUD, -3 STORMY)
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Rolled 19, 80, 24 = 123 (3d100)

>>5754814
how much this bitch spent on placing hologram projectors everywhere
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>>5754821
She used her HAUSER EXPENSE ACCOUNT! DEVILISH!
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Rolled 63, 15, 98 = 176 (3d100)

>>5754814
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Rolled 48, 92, 65 = 205 (3d100)

>>5754814
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>>5754821
>>5754836
>>5754840
ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 63!
>RAJ: 92!
>CHUCK: 99!
Writing the last update of the night, probably!
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Ignoring the scientist’s raucous laughter echoing through the construction site, you scurry as quickly as you can towards where you left your wheels as the yellow glints peeking through the fog around you multiply! Where the hell did they all come from!?

SITE B!” Shouts Pepper as she draws a bead on one of them with her CAMERA, “That must be where they make ‘em!”

And that means it’s gotta be close, you pant as you duck to the side of a machete being swung at you! Hang on!

As the APC’s APSilhouette emerges from the blanket of fog, you spot a familiar drenched orange hoodie hauling ass towards the vehicle being chased by even more slashers!

“Diesel! Pep!” He wheezes, still smiling and waving despite everything, “Didn’t find an entrance, but I found these guys!”

Yea, you sputter, you found a few too! Now c’mon!

Reaching the side of the APC, you nearly piss yourself a little when the barrel of a HUNTING RIFLE points at your face! CHUCK-

GET DOWN, KID!

Ducking isn’t as easy while carrying a girl with, as previous posters called it, ‘wagon’, but you’ve managed a lot of crazy stuff tonight and this is no different! Dropping out of the way, you watch in awe as Chuck sends a volley of DARTS into the mist at your growing parade of pursuers!

“Leaving so soon?” Taunts Rivka’s hologram as her projectors float above, “Just when it was becoming interesting, too…”

Oh you’ll show her INTERESTING, you snarl! Placing Pepper back on her feet, you leap onto the APC’s Turret and unload its high-caliber party favors into the nearest projector, shredding it to pieces!

“H-y! Th- -re y-u! Miserable pi-”

You give another orb similar treatment, and with that the scientist’s gloating face fizzles out of the sky!

“Where to, kid!?” Shouts the groundskeeper as he and your pals reenter the vehicle, “Make it snappy!”

Where to?
>CHECK AROUND THE GOLF COURSE!
>THE SEA CLIFFS!
>THE CONSTRUCTION SITE! THERE’S GOTTA BE SOMETHING YOU MISSED! MAYBE PEPPER’S WRONG!
>JUST KITE THESE BASTARDS FOR A BIT–YOU WANNA THIN OUT THEIR NUMBERS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5754862
>CHECK AROUND THE GOLF COURSE!
I just have a sense of dread about bringing Pepper to the sea cliffs. Her fear has rubbed off on me.
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>>5754862
>>CHECK AROUND THE GOLF COURSE!
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>>5754862
>CHECK AROUND THE GOLF COURSE!
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>>5754875
>>5754889
>>5754891
>CHECK AROUND THE COURSE!
Let's see if you notice anything out of the blue! This is the REAL last update of the night--should have more around 4-5PM PST ON TUESDAY! Seeya then!

>ROLL ME 4d100 TO SPY WITH YOUR LITTLE EYE! BEST OF 3! THE BONUSES:
>DIESEL: -3 (-3 STORMY)
>PEPPER: +2(+5 SNOOPIN', -3 STORMY)
>RAJ: +2(+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -3 STORMY)
>CHUCK: +1(+5 MILITARY TRAINING, -3 STORMY, -1 EYES ON THE ROAD!)
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Rolled 47, 95, 66, 67 = 275 (4d100)

>>5754984
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>>5755006
And Pepper gets the best snoop roll again
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Rolled 57, 83, 84, 16 = 240 (4d100)

>>5754984
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>>5754984
I see everything.
>>5755007
But of course.
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Rolled 73, 40, 92, 21 = 226 (4d100)

>>5755057
I also forget my roll.
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>>5755007
Good! She's pulling her own wagon weight!
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>>5755006
>>5755010
>>5755058
THE ROOOOOOLLLLLSSSSS!
>DIESEL: 70!
>PEPPER: 97!
>RAJ: 94!
>CHUCK: 68!
Writing!

>>5755007
The snoopiest of snoopers

>>5755518
She used to weigh more, but she's mostly 'armless now
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>>5755746
>She used to weigh more, but she's mostly 'armless now
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JUST DRIVE, you snap as a crowd of slashers starts to surround your APC like an unlucky car at a soccer riot, ANYWHERE’S BETTER THAN HERE!

It’s a good thing you took the vehicle you did–any other means of conveyance probably wouldn’t have made it out of the treacherous bog forming below you! Spraying a jet of mud into your pursuer’s presumably masked faces, you and the rest of your team ride off… but not into the sunset, unfortunately!

Tearing holes in the growing horde with the TURRET, you feel THE HUNGER start to sneak back into your consciousness as your plan grows bleaker and bleaker with each new monster stomping out of the fog! You can hold them off for a little while longer, sure, but Rivka knows you’re coming now… and you don’t have unlimited ammo!

THERE!” Screeches Pepper like a First Mate spotting land, “BY THE COAST!

You don’t see the direction her finger’s pointing, but Chuck does! Charging through a defensive line of slashers, the APC roars towards the base of the cliffs bordering the golf course! It takes a bit of squinting before you see it–a section of rock that slowly swings open to reveal some kind of tunnel within… along with a few more slashers for you to play with!

“Hitchhikers!”

Punctuating his statement with a staccato blast of rifle fire, Raj sends a coveralled stowaway tumbling off of the side of the vehicle just as you notice a few more on your end! One is dislodged by some quick turret fire, but the other gets a little close for comfort! Scampering along the top of the APC, you let your WRIST WHIP take the initiative and watch as it cleanly slices through the other boarder’s meaty gloved hand as if it were fresh mozzarella!

Your passengers thoroughly dislodged, you take your position again at the turret and do your best to clear the way as your driver guns it towards the cliffside entrance! If it closes again…

“HANG ON!” The old man roars! Lurching forward with sudden speed, you barely manage to follow his instructions as your ride takes you over prone slashers, water hazards, mud, and the dreaded SAND TRAPS!

Rocketing towards the tunnel like a six-wheeled firework, you clench your teeth as you watch the door make its way back to being closed!

As the waves crash alongside you and the monsters rush to meet you, you close your eyes for just a moment…

>CONTD.
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A moment later, the rain is gone, as is the frigid stormy wind nipping at your drenched face! Slamming shut behind you, the door to the tunnel seals off as you find yourself hauling ass down a massive man-made tunnel!

“WE MADE IT!” Exclaims Raj as he pumps his fist in the air! Before you can join him in his revelry, your victory is cut short by the appearance of countless metal gizmos emerging from the high-tech walls… and they’re all aimed at you!

“BLAST ‘EM OR GET INSIDE, QUICK!” Snarls Chuck as he swerves to avoid a blast of crackling green energy that eats through the tunnel floor on impact!

Suddenly you’re glad you didn’t deal with these defenses in the mine lab…

>ROLL ME 1d100 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +1 APC ARMOR, -3 LOTS OF AUTO-TURRETS)TO DAMAGE SOME COMPANY PROPERTY! BEST OF 3! GONNA ASSUME YOU’RE USING THE APC TURRET, BUT BONUSES FOR CREATIVE IDEAS!
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>>5755846
Fuck! 1d100+5! I thought I added that! MAAAAAN I'm getting rusty!
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Rolled 93 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5755846
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Rolled 58 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5755846
>>5755850
PLEASE not a 1
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Rolled 79 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5755846
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>>5755892
>>5755925
>>5755926
>HIGHEST ROLL: 98!
Nice! Writing!

>>5755925
Well since you said please...

>>5755831
If that didn't give you brain damage this quest sure as heck will! Doooohohohoho
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Turrets, ey? Well you’ve got one TOO! Gritting your teeth as that sweet, sweet ANGER pulses through you, you dig your heels as steady as you can before giving the whole tunnel a lead bath!

However high-tech the AUTO TURRETS are, they clearly weren’t gauged against a .50 CAL! Swerving through the rain of glowing green lights dancing around you, Chuck somehow manages to avoid throwing you off as you pop through the sleek, metallic defenses of the lab’s security systems!

Your mayhem continues as you delve even deeper downwards, but no matter how many turrets you annihilate there’s always one more! Ducking underneath a beam of green light, you can feel one of the hairs on your head sizzle just from being close to it–talk about a spicy meatball!

“UP AHEAD!”

Following your driver’s screamed direction, you realize what he means–a colossal bulkhead similar to the ones you encountered in the last lab is already closing when you approach it, but Chuck’s already tasted luck once during this ride… he ain’t takin’ his foot off the gas now!

The crazy motherfucker...

Abandoning your post for the safe, secure interior of the APC, you briefly contemplate how you’ll spend your last few moments before the deranged old man pancakes your ride against the closing airlock…

You could always make out with Pepper agai-

Like a runner sprinting for home plate, the APC barely slides underneath the closing door in a shower of sparks and squealing metal! While the TURRET didn’t quite limbo underneath, the rest of the vehicle blasts through a massive SECURITY CHECKPOINT outfitted with a canopy of glowing red emitters of some kind!

“END OF THE ROAD, IMBECILES!”

… and another bank of monitors with Rivka’s gloating face projected onto them. Something tells you these came out of her own pocket…

Chuck never struck you as the kind of guy to goof around, and right now is no different! Not bothering to slow down even with the airlock’s twin brother sitting shut just beyond the emitters, the groundskeeper turns back to face everyone with one more barked order:

HIT THE DECK!

You only manage to stoop your head a little bit before you feel a wave of intense heat wash over you…

>ROLL ME 4d100 TO HIT THE AFOREMENTIONED DECK! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL:+5 (+5 SPEED BONUS)
>PEPPER:+5 (+5 DIIIIESSSSEEELLL :3)
>RAJ:+5 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER)
>CHUCK:+5 (+5 I'LL MAKE IT BACK, LIBBY)

Probably the last update of the night, too--got plans this evening. Should be back around 4-5PM PST on WEDNESDAY, though!
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Rolled 7, 43, 42, 64 = 156 (4d100)

>>5756029
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Rolled 91, 9, 85, 58 = 243 (4d100)

>>5756029
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Rolled 60, 81, 29, 75 + 5 = 250 (4d100 + 5)

>>5756029
inb4 pepper critfails again
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>>5756048
Woo! Thanks to you, no, she's safe!
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>>5756048
We are really pushing our luck when we keep saying things like this, and I love it.
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>>5756032
>>5756038
>>5756048
THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 96!
>PEPPERONCINI: 86!
>RAJ: 90!
>CHUCK: 80!
Writing!

>>5756198
Just you wait.....
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Your entire body is sore when you wake up–intact, devoid of any incapacitating injuries, but sore. A red haze hangs over your vision as you rub the blur from your eyes only to find that yes, the whole room is bathed in red too: flashing red warning lights with an ear-rending warning klaxon to boot!

WARNING: CRITICAL AIRLOCK DAMAGE DETECTED. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. WARNING: CRITICAL AIRLOCK-

The warning lady ain’t wrong… craning your aching neck behind you, you find that Chuck didn’t just drive through those laser emitters back in the airlock, but the whole damn AIRLOCK itself! Your mighty steed lies broken, battered, and even ablaze in the hole it punched through the door–a monument to your extremely good luck thus far as well as the crazy old groundskeeper’s insane driving skills!

“Good, you’re alive.” Remarks the man himself as he stumbles over to you and offers a hand! “C’mon, up an attem’.”

You graciously take him up on his offer and look around to find yourself standing at a crossroads: a four-way split leading deeper into a facility that makes the MINE LAB look like a coffee shop in comparison! Rising to your still-shaky legs, you waste no time in shambling around trying to find your other pals!

RAJ! PEPPER!

“YO!”

Following Raj’s voice, you find the skater suspended from the vaulted ceiling above, his FIRE AX embedded deep inside one of those AUTO TURRETS you tangled with outside! Guess that’s why you haven’t been shot yet, huh?

“Y’know what the weird part is?” He laughs as he continues to dangle from the turret like a cat from a ceiling fan, “I totally did this on accident, bro!”

You don’t even wanna try to suss out how Raj manages it anymore. The guy’s just incredible. Holding your arms out underneath him, you tell the skater to get loose–you’ll catch him!

“GERONIMOOOAAAAHH!”

Turns out the ceiling’s a lot higher than you thought–when Raj lands in your outstretched arms you nearly keel over immediately from the force of the drop! An unpleasant cracking noise emanates from your back as you return your buddy to his feet!

“Thanks for the catch, dude.”

Any… anytime… oof…

>CONTD.
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Catching your breath, you look around for your other friend–the one with a penchant for running off on her own into dangerous situations! Luckily you don’t have to look far–the girl is already scampering down from the hall marked ‘LABS’ with a cheeky grin on her face! Where the heck did she run off to!?

Pepper responds by wagging a KEYCARD in your face!

“Reconnaissance, sandcrab! We’ve gotta get around here somehow, right?”

Right, you nod, but where’d she snag that anyways?

The girl shrugs. “Dead body down the hall. He was next to the door marked ‘PERSONNEL MODULE’.”

Alright, you sigh as you give Chuck a glance to check if he’s ready, no time to lose, then–gotta see if there’s some kind of cure-

The word barely leaves your lips before the wall next to you flickers to life… with a smiling face you’re REALLY getting tired of seeing!

“Optimistic… but ultimately FUTILE! Did you truly believe I’d be moronic enough to leave some MIRACLE TINCTURE lying around for you to rub your grubby paws on? Shame on you!”

Big words from someone about to get their ass kicked, you counter! Her little bodyguards are stuck outside… that means there’s nothing but a few doors stopping you from wiping every floor in this lab with her smug carcass!

“D’ohh, so CONFIDENT! So FORCEFUL! So… ANGRY!” Rivka chides! “Your grand entrance may have eliminated my ability to release the NERVE PARALYZER AGENT into the life support systems, but know this, DIESEL: you’re in MY world now… and in my world we play by MY rules!”

Not for long, you counter as you narrow your eyes at the wall monitors!

“I couldn’t agree MORE!” The scientist chirps with a menacing grin on her face! “By my calculations the gifts I bestowed upon you should be close to fully-matured by now… how are you feeling, by the way?”

Never been better, you hiss through clenched teeth!

“I uh…” Raj adds with a dizzy look on his face, “I’m not bad… either…”

>CONTD.
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“Splendid…” Purrs Rivka as she leans back in what must be some kind of chair on her end, “As a medical professional I feel inclined to inform you all that acts of machismo will not delay the inevitable, but DO continue to spend your last few moments of cognisant thought however you please! Really, go nuts!”

“You’d better enjoy yourself while you can too!” Snarls Pepper as she jabs an accusatory finger at the scientist’s projected face! “Because we’re coming to getcha’!”

YOU’RE still around… how marvelous.” Sniffs Rivka with a dry expression on her face. “I was going to have your little boytoy rip you to shreds as his first act of servitude to me, but if you really insist on being such a defiant little gremlin, well…”

The scientist clears her throat before leaning in close to whatever’s filming her.

“You DO know this whole facility’s UNDERWATER, yes?”

To her credit, Pepper doesn’t freeze up… completely, but you can definitely see her confidence leave her face as the words sink in!

“Oh well! Don’t think about it too hard, dear–you’ll need that energy for begging for mercy soon enough!” Her goggles shift in Chuck’s direction. “And you as well, Mr. Fontaine–if there’s one thing I can’t stand, it's an annoying coworker.”

“Happy to disappoint.”

Rivka scoffs. “Don’t play coy, Fontaine–having an intellect as vast as mine I’ve grown used to being disappointed… it’s a curse, really.”

You’re getting sick of hearing Rivka talk and Raj is starting to look pale again, so you shift your attention to the labels on the sci-fi-looking walls to gauge your options:

One path leads towards the LABS--definitely a good place to look for anything related to a cure!

Another heads to the PERSONNEL MODULE. If anyone working here left something useful, you’re bound to find it there… and maybe another ARMORY to boot!

Then there’s the HYDROELECTRIC POWER ZONE--might come in useful if you need to mess with the power, right?

And then there’s the creme de la creme: the place you’re almost certain Rivka’s holed up in: the MATTER DISPLACEMENT LAB!

You could always stick around and listen to her blab more, but really: you’ve got a cure to find… and a day to save, hopefully!

What do!?
>KEEP TALKING. RIVKA’S GOTTA HAVE SOME MORE INFO!
>TO THE LABS! A CURE’S GOTTA BE AROUND THERE SOMEWHERE!
>THE PERSONNEL MODULE! SOMEONE MIGHT HAVE LEFT SOMETHING!
>THE HYDROELECTRIC POWER ZONE! CLOSE YOUR EYES, PEP!
>MATTER DISPLACEMENT LAB! YOU CAN END THIS IF YOU HURRY!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5757166
>THE HYDROELECTRIC POWER ZONE! CLOSE YOUR EYES, PEP!
Disable the facility’s power. Remove her ability to influence anything.
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>>5757166
>THE PERSONNEL MODULE! SOMEONE MIGHT HAVE LEFT SOMETHING!
Maybe there's cure (or notes on how to delay or control the transformation, or SOMETHING) among the effects of those who worked with the contagious critters?
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>>5757166
>Hydroelectric power zone
Whatever bullshit she has planned she needs power to run it right, lets shut that down
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>>5757189
Wouldn’t the lab be a better bet for that?
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>>5757166
>>TO THE LABS! A CURE’S GOTTA BE AROUND THERE SOMEWHERE!
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>>5757192
Nah, I figure Rivka will have looted that. But if a grunt squirreled away an emergency cure for if he got tagged, she might not know to loot it!
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>>5757213
Fair reasoning.
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>>5757184
>>5757191
>HYDROCITY

>>5757189
>PERSONNEL MODULE

>>5757202
>LABS

To the POWER ZONE! Writing!
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Whatever this bitch is planning, she’ll need some POWER to do it! Motioning the rest of your merry band to follow, you make your way towards the HYDROELECTRIC POWER ZONE much to your gracious host’s chagrin!

“Intriguing… but not unexpected!” Gloats Rivka’s face as you leave it behind, “This won’t be the last time you’ve tucked your tail and fled! Careful down there, by the way–wouldn’t want to get swept away in all that WATER!

The scientist’s cackle follows you down the corridor as you scan the walls and ceilings for any sign of defenses. The big concern, however, is how you find yourself practically pulling Pepper along… that and Raj’s rapidly-deteriorating gait!

“You sure about this, kid?” Asks Chuck as he loads some real cartridges into his HUNTING RIFLE and stuffs the DARTS into his coat, “Your pals ain’t looking so good… and if these damn doors close we’ll be stuck-”

There’s always a way around, you counter, and at the very least you’ll be cutting power to all of these stupid broadcasting monitors built into the walls!

Your trek takes you deeper into the facility, and as you make your way past a few doors using the KEYCARD Pepper pilfered for you, you emerge into a vast underground cavern dominated by a massive trio of roaring waterfalls seeping in from the ocean above!

Between the mighty cascades stand FOUR TURBINES--their surfaces clad in heavy armor to prevent… accidents. Glowing white with power, they send their electric bounty to what appears to be a CONTROL ROOM across the cave… and across a network of CATWALKS that sit uncomfortably close to the waterfall flows…

Pepper takes one glance at the scene before growing paler than you’ve ever seen her before! Eyelids fluttering like butterflies, the girl grows weak in the knees and tumbles face-first towards the floor!

>ROLL ME 1d100-10 (+5 DIESEL…, -15 WATER!!!!!) TO KEEP PEPPER FROM PASSING OUT! BEST OF 3!
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>>5757266
Uh oh Pepper roll
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Rolled 94 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>5757266
Oh jeez.
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>>5757271
Fumbled dice
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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>5757274
Once more with effort
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Rolled 18 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5757266
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Rolled 90 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

>>5757266
Tell her we’ll carry her if we have to. She’s not alone.
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Girl crawled out of a mountain with one arm. She’s stronger than this.

On another note, I’m concerned that we may have to tranq Raj sooner rather than later. He seems to be losing it quick.
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>>5757273
>>5757275
>>5757278
>HIGHEST ROLL: 84!
Writing what will probably be the last update of the night!
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By the time you realize what’s happening, you’re already snatching her mid-fall! The gesture, while clearly appreciated by the dazed look on Pepper’s face, thankfully proves to be unnecessary–shaking off the paleness in her cheeks, the red haired reporter regains her footing on her own!

You know she crawled out of a collapsed mine with one arm, you begin, but you’ll carry her for the rest of the night if you have to–she’s not alone!

“You’re…” she stammers with a shaky grin forming on her face, “You’re right… and I’ll bet you would…” Giving her head another shake, the girl nods her head with renewed confidence! “I’ll be fine… let’s just…”

Get this done quick? Way ahead of ya, you reply as you steal another glance towards Raj as he shivers a bit. You good, bro?

FINE!” He snarls before his face becomes clouded with remorse, “... s-sorry about that… I uh… I’m not feelin’ too hot either…”

To make matters worse, you feel a faint tickle in your mind–almost as if THE HUNGER wants you to know that it’s waiting… waiting for you to fall like a safety net.

It’d be so easy to just let go… but you never were one to pick the easy route! Giving Raj a rousing slap on the shoulder, you send a look towards Chuck and find him readying a few TRANQUILIZER DARTS... say what you will about the old fart, the guy’s definitely on the same page as you!

Pepper stays close, but to her credit she walks on her own two wobbly feet as you approach the HYDROELECTRIC WATERFALL! So, you sigh as you search for ways to distract everyone from their various ailments, how should we crack this nut?

“If we want it outta’ commission,” Begins Chuck as he glares at the architectural marvel, “I’d say we blow the TURBINES. Takes out all the power for good… unless there’s some BATTERIES housed somewhere nearby. Places like this always have BACKUP GENERATORS...”

“There’s also that CONTROL ROOM…” Mutters Pepper as she remains shaken by the rushing water, “Assuming Rivka hasn’t taken complete control of it there should be a few ways to get it working for us…”

Or not working for her, you add with a grin. Can’t control it if the electronics are all messed up, right?

“Not tryin’ to add choices or nothin’,” Begins Raj as he rubs his eyes, “But did anyone see that over there?”

You blink as you follow his finger towards a calmer shore nestled off to the side of the waterfalls. What?

“Coulda swore something was lookin’ at me…” The skater remarks with a hint of worry in his voice, “... and smiling, too…”

What do?
>HEAD ACROSS THE DAM TO THE CONTROL ROOM!
>DESTROY THE TURBINES!
>INVESTIGATE RAJ’S WATCHER!
>HEAD BACK–YOU WANNA EXPLORE THE OTHER AREAS OF THE LAB!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5757307
>SPLIT UP!
Everyone else can
>HEAD ACROSS THE DAM TO THE CONTROL ROOM!
while Diesel goes to
>INVESTIGATE RAJ’S WATCHER!
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>>5757307
>DESTROY THE TURBINES!
Pepper’s grenade launcher should be enough to deal with the turbines assuming they’re only armored against small-arms. A solid blast to the main motor should be more than enough to put them out of commission.
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>>5757315
+1
A stalker needs to be dealt with now rather then later
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>>5757307
>>5757315 +1
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I’ll switch from >>5757316 to >>5757315
because this is a good idea. I didn’t see it until now.
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>>5757315
>>5757343
>>5757367
>SPLIT UP!

Before I head to work...
>ROLL ME 4d100 TO TRACK DOWN THE WATCHER... AND SEE HOW YOUR PALS DO GETTING TO THAT CONTROL ROOM! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL +4(+5 SPEED BONUS, -1 HUNGER RETURNING)
>PEPPER +0(+5 SNOOPING, -5 WATER...)
>RAJ+3 (+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -2 HUNGER RETURNING)
>CHUCK+5 (+5 MILITARY TRAINING)
Will probably update around 4-5PM PST ON THURSDAY... So later today on my end!
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Rolled 90, 24, 29, 16 = 159 (4d100)

>>5757556
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Rolled 68, 83, 55, 56 = 262 (4d100)

>>5757556
>>5757570
Saving the rest of the gang
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Rolled 55, 4, 50, 20 = 129 (4d100)

>>5757556
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>>5757570
>>5757572
>>5757574
ROLLS... THE HIGHEST, THAT IS:
>DIESEL: 94!
>PEPPER: 83!
>RAJ: 58!
>CHUCK: 61!
Writing! Might be slow--got stuff going on in meatspace. Sorry for the delays!
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You’re not leaving anything up to chance at this point, especially potential stalkers! Cracking your knuckles menacingly, you tell your pals to head for the CONTROL ROOM--you’ll see who’s shadowing you!

“Bu-”

Look, you groan, you don’t have time to argue… and if they can gain control over the power supply from Rivka, well… that makes things a lot less complicated!

Pepper opens her mouth to protest again, but catches herself and shifts into a nod. “Leave it to us, sandcrab.”

“We’ll get it done one way or another.” Adds Chuck as he scans the approach for possible traps and ambushes. “Right, kid?”

Raj bobs his head with an even more absent-minded expression on his face than usual! Time’s a-wastin’! Bounding off along the rough-hewn cavern rocks, you watch as the trio makes their way towards the catwalks crossing the cascades! To her credit Pepper doesn’t freeze up, but she still requires a little coaxing from the groundskeeper as they approach the first turbine!

’WATER’ YOU UP TO!? BWAAAAHAHAHAH! GET IT?!

The shit hits the fan faster than diarrhea at a fan store–emerging from each turbine amidst a cacophony of beeps come a handful of AUTO-TURRETS like the ones you encountered before! That and a monitor with Rivka’s smug face on it! Blasting the catwalks with their burning green projectiles, they thankfully miss their marks… but there’s plenty more ammo where that came from!

Even though he’s out of it, Raj manages to tug Pepper along while Chuck unloads his HUNTING RIFLE into the nearest turret! Not to be outdone, the skater pulls out his own RIFLE and takes down another turret while Pepper, inspired by the violence, steels herself long enough to blow open another turret like a banana using her GRENADE LAUNCHER!

As you watch the fracas unfold below, you spot what Raj noticed only a few minutes before–a set of glowing yellow eyes peeking out from one of the pools higher up the falls! Your pals are doing great so far dealing with Rivka’s bullshit–you’re not letting them get hassled by some dumbass ambush!

Bounding up the rocks like some garlic-scented mountain goat, you manage to creep up behind the mysterious voyeur from the rocks above…

… and pause mid-pounce. Is that…

Some kind of fish?

>CONTD.
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Whatever the hell it is, as you creep up from behind you can hear the creature making some kind of noise as you get closer…

humming, you think.

You reach the rim of the deep, dark pool before the watcher senses you, and as you freeze up in preparation for an attack, you falter when it turns around… and smiles!

“Well hey there, human! Haven’t seen many of you down here in a while!”

Confusion spreads across your face as you examine the creature closer–it’s definitely feminine, no doubt about that. Clad in sea-green fishy scales from head to… what looks like some kind of fish tail, the creature wears a seashell brassiere and some kind of unlucky hollowed-out sea creature on its head like a grim hood… a long mane of periwinkle hair is draped along her back that glows like a jellyfish’s tentacles!

What the heck are you?

The fish thing giggles when you realize you said that last bit out loud. “Why, I’m a MERMAID, you big blub! Name’s SEAFOAM, but all my friends call me ‘FOAMY!’”

The fi-err, FOAMY extends a webbed talon out for you to shake. “Pleasure’s all mine! Hey, what’s YOUR name, huh?”

How do you respond?
>DIESEL. SHAKE HER CLAW! MAYBE SHE CAN BE USEFUL!
>DIESEL. NO SHAKE! YOU’RE WARY…
>LEAVE. YOU DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS SHIT!
>KILL IT!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5758036
DIESEL. NO SHAKE! YOU’RE WARY…
Explain politely that we've been attacked by a lot of unusual beings tonight, and are nervous.
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>>5758036
>DIESEL. NO SHAKE! YOU’RE WARY…
You're a long way from Konigsburg!
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>>5758036
>DIESEL. NO SHAKE! YOU’RE WARY…
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>>5758036
>DIESEL. NO SHAKE! YOU’RE WARY…
God damnit.
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>>5758039
>>5758052
>>5758066
>NO SHAAAAKE!
Writing the last update of the evening because BOY I'm tired! Yow!
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Yea uh, hi, you mumble as you take a few cautious steps away from the freaky fish girl, you’re DIESEL. DIESEL CRASH. Proud delivery boy for PIZZA MI-whoops, sorry–force of habit!

“Nice ta’ meetcha’, Diesel!” Seafoam giggles as she mirthfully slaps the water’s surface with her fish tail, “Don’t worry–I’m not gonna bite ya~”

Yea, well, you retort with renewed confidence, you’ve been attacked by a whole bunch of unusual things tonight so you’re gonna keep your distance. Nothing personal.

“Sheesh, you humans sure have it rough!” The girl gushes with wide glowing eyes! “It’s been nothing but play, play, play since MOTHER went to sleep! It’d almost be boring if, well…” The fish lets out a long, distraught sigh as she rests her chin on her claw. “Shucks, here I am being a big ole’ barnacle on your boat! You don’t wanna hear about my problems!”

No, you agree, you really don’t–you’ve got a bunch of pots on the burner right now, so-

“D’awww, well it’s true what they say: humans definitely aren’t SHELLFISH!” Chirps Foamy with a renewed toothy grin on her face! “Here’s the deal, eel: I’ve been trying to escape from this cave for a while now, but the way I came in from collapsed… and I just can’t seem to clear it out on my lonesome…”

The creature pauses to bat her eyes at you a few times. You don’t really think you reacted in a positive way, but she continues her explanation nonetheless.

“I was gonna ask your orange friend, but I just get so SHY, y’know? But then YOU showed up! Praise the DEEP MOTHER!

Yea, you nod as you silently plot out the best route out of here, go DEEP MA...

“But I know all about you humans and your rewards!” She adds, giving you a cheeky wink! “So guess what: if you help me clear the path out of here I’ll help YOU! How about it?”

Well, you sigh, where is this obstruction anyways? The mermaid points into the water. Fantastic...

“It’s just a short swim!” She explains with a hint of worry in her voice! “Don’t worry–I won’t let’cha drown!”

Sure, you reply as you cross your arms, and what’s in it for you if you help her out, huh?

“Hmmm… I DID see a few of those big grey TENTACLES down there… don’t those make your human machines go?”

Yea, you nod as you realize what she’s talking about, CABLES make machines ‘go...

>CONTD.
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“Well GREAT!” Foamy exclaims, “If you help me out I’ll tear up those ‘Khey-Buuls’ for ya! That’ll help your friends, right?”

You blink in confusion. How’d she know you were trying to shut things down?

“I heard ya’ talking about it, you big BLUB!” She giggles! “So whaddaya’ say? There’s no better friend than a mermaid–that’s the TRUTH!

What say ye?
>SURE, LET’S DO IT!
>FIRST CABLES, THEN THE EXIT!
>ACTUALLY YOU WANT ANOTHER REWARD! (AN ITEM? FAVOR? HELP? WRITE-IN!)
>LEMME CHECK WITH MY BUDDIES! (RUN!)
>NO WAY, MAN! FIND SOME OTHER CHUMP!
>KILL IT!
>WRITE-IN!

That's it for tonight! Should have more FRIDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST! Sorry again--feeling way more tired than usual... it'll get better, though! Honest! Hope to see you next time!
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>>5758103
>FIRST CABLES, THEN THE EXIT!
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>>5758103
>FIRST CABLES, THEN THE EXIT!
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>>5758103
>>5758109

Honestly, it's not even mistrust. Our thing is more time-sensitive.
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>>5758103
>FIRST CABLES, THEN THE EXIT!
Thank god we didn’t bring Pepper to see her with us. Girl would probably have a heart-attack on account of seeing first hand one of the creatures that almost certainly tried to drown her.
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>>5758103
>Sorry again--feeling way more tired than usual... it'll get better, though! Honest!

You apologize too much. Take it easy, DB!
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>>5758130
>You apologize too much.
Agreed.

>>5758103
Chill, QM. Life gets stressful, and busy. We've all been there. The quest is great, and even a daily update is as much as most quests get.
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God damn mother fucking mermaids!
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>>5758103
>FIRST CABLES, THEN THE EXIT!
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>>5758106
>>5758109
>>5758127
>>5758152
>FIRST CABLES, THEN THE EXIT!
What an uppity fish! Time to make a deal!
>ROLL ME 1d100-5 (-2 HUNGER RETURNING, -3 WHAT THE HECK IS THIS THING) TO CONVINCE 'FOAMY' TO DO YOUR END OF THE BARGAIN FIRST! BEST OF 3! BONUSES TO GOOD ARGUMENTS/WRITE-INS!

>>5758150
Just can't get rid of 'em, can we?

>>5758130
>>5758147
I'LL NEVER CHILL! NEVER!

Really though, thanks for the kind words!
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Rolled 85 - 5 (1d100 - 5)

>>5758793
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Rolled 24 (1d100)

>>5758793
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Rolled 5 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5758793
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>>5758793
If we have them still, offer her the two lint-encrusted slices of Pepperoni pizza from our pockets.
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>>5758802
>>5758803
>>5758815
>HIGHEST ROLL: 80!
>>5758829
>PEPPERONI PIZZA
Can do! Writing!
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>>5758829
I support pizza, if it's not too late.

>>5758832
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Well if she’s so friendly, you segue with a smug grin on your face that would make Pepper proud, what say she pops those cables first, huh?

“Heyyyy, what’s the big idea!?” Foamy sputters as a pout forms on her shadowy face, “The deal was I get what I want first… and then YOU! You can’t pick on me just cuz’ I’m not as smart as you ya’ know! It’s not NICE!”

… so… yes?

NO WAY, BASS FILET!” The fish snaps as she angrily crosses her arms across her shell-covered chest! “I came up with the deal, so I get to decide how it’s done! Gee, and I was SO excited to help you out too…”

Now wait a second, you counter, grimacing as you continue to hear your friends engaging in the mother of all firefights, does she hear that down there? That’s the sound of your friends being in trouble! And if the power doesn’t get cut soon they might be in even BIGGER trouble, so-

“Well then hurry up an’ help me, flounder face!” She giggles as the anger quickly washes from her bubbly demeanor! “C’mon–last one to the collapsed exit’s a rotten crab!”

No way, you reply in a stern tone, you’re not budging until she takes care of those damn cables! And that’s final, ‘FOAMY!

“Wow, you sure are serious about this!” Retorts the fish as she runs a nasty-looking claw through her glowing hair, “But I dunno…. What if I help you and you just run off afterwards? On those LEGS you humans always use!”

What if she swims away once you open the blockage?

The mermaid blinks a few times before bursting into almost cartoonish amounts of laughter! “HAH! Got me there! Hey, I LIKE you, Diesel! You’re funny… for a human, that is!”

So, you groan with growing impatience, is it a deal or what?! Foamy strokes her chin in mock thought.

“HmmMMmm… I dunnoOOoOo…”

>CONTD.
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>>5758878
Maybe a SNACK will help her decide! Taking one of the pieces of PEPPERONI PIZZA you’ve just… had in your pocket since thread 1, you hold it out to the girl and immediately get the most dramatic ‘BLLEELleLEEUGHHHH!’ you’ve heard in your entire life! It’s PIZZA, you dope–you’re not supposed to hate it! Everyone loves pizza!

“Eeuuggh…. Not with that stuff on it, though…” The fish groans as she somehow grows greener around the gills!

What, you ask as you peel a slice of pepperoni off of the pizza, this?

“NO, that smells GREAT!” She sputters as thin rivulets of drool drip from her crooked teeth, “But something in there… it smells all… stinky...”

Hmm… taking a whiff yourself, you can’t really imagine what she’s talking about! There’s the cheese, of course–a bit less gooey now, but still good! And the tomato sauce-also great! Garlic-

AAACK! THAT’S IT!” The fish shrieks as she nearly tumbles back into the water! “I don’t like it! Throw it away!”

You blink. But… but it’s garlic, you mutter, truly unable to comprehend her reasoning in the slightest, garlic’s… it’s like LIFE in plant form!

“Nope nope NOPE! No thank youuuu!” Foamy counters, shaking her head to the side with each utterance of the word ‘nope’! “Tell you what: I’ll deal with your ‘KEY-BOALS’ first–the water will clear my nose out a bit!”

Huh. Well okay then… giving the pizza another sniff, you feel whatever’s trying to gain control over you recoil a bit–guess it ain’t a fan of garlic either…

Retreating to the dark water she appeared from, Foamy’s lithe form disappears into the murky depths before you can get another word in. You might have just met the freakish fish thing a moment ago, but you can’t help but feel somewhat slighted at the fact that something could have such an intense dislike of garlic! What the hell!?

You’re about a few more seconds out from getting angry enough to dive in after her before the pool is enveloped in a blinding white light! And another! And ANOTHER! Before you can figure out what’s happening, an unpleasant grinding noise rings out from the turbines as all of the lights in the cave flicker and DIE!

DIESEL!” Shouts Pepper from afar, “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?

YOU TOOK DOWN SOME CABLES! MAYBE!

>CONTD.
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>>5758879
You don’t get a response, but you suppose no news is good news–that and no more turret fire. Breathing a sigh of relief, you idly kick a pebble into the pool and shrug–welp, thanks, Foamy–hope it didn’t hurt too much when she got fried-

NOPE! IT TICKLED!

Breaching the water like some very messed-up whale, your new pal with steam radiating off of her scales as well as blackened patches all over her scales! The surprise nearly sends you tumbling in with her, but you hold your ground… barely! Wha… she did it!?

“Toldja!” She giggles as she proudly puffs out her scaly chest, “Mermaids get it done!”

Right, you frown, but didn’t she just get shocked?

“YEA!” Foamy replies with a manic grin on her face, “It was FUN!

Words fail you. Guess uh… guess she wants you to help her now, huh?

“Yep!” Nods the mermaid with a mischievous glint in her eye! “And don’t even think of running away! We may be slower on land, but us mermaids are pretty good at slithering! That’s another fun fact about us!”

Yea, you groan in a defeated voice, you’re… you’re having a blast. At least you’ve thrown a wrench into Rivka’s plans… you think. The lights aren’t back on yet, at least, so if she was planning on using power, well-

COME ON, YA SEA SLUG!

Ugh. Let’s get this over with…

>ROLL ME 1d100+5(+4 FLIPPERS, -2 DARK, +3 FOAMY GUIDANCE) TO HELP OUT YOUR NEW PAL! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!
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Rolled 69 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5758881
my what teeth you have grandma
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Rolled 37 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5758881
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Rolled 53 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>5758881
Horrible creatures.
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>>5758883
>>5758891
>>5758893
>HIGHEST ROLL: 74!
Writing!
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You wouldn’t normally relish the idea of jumping into water with your clothes on, but thanks to the storm outside soaking you to the bone it’s not that bad!

Slipping on those FLIPPERS you picked up ages ago, you give the mermaid a nod before taking the proverbial, and literal, plunge!

The frigid sea water chills you to your core causing your lungs to quiver from the shock! Despite it all, though, you manage to keep your breath held as you follow Foamy’s shark-like tail through the gloomy abyss… to where you have no clue!

The fish turns into a murky tunnel and beckons you to follow. You didn’t exactly expect the blockage would be this far, but you’re not one to refuse helping a lady… even if she is a freaky fish monster. Coming to a halt in front of a pile of algae-covered rocks, you glance at your guide for confirmation: this is it?

The fish nods as a Cheshire grin forms on her face. Taking one of the rocks in hand, you allow yourself an inward sigh of relief when you easily dislodge it from the pile… these aren’t that heavy at all!

Even while holding your breath, you keep a steady pace–heaving the rocks as if they were pebbles, your momentum crashes to a halt when something drifts out from underneath a rock–

Something wrapped in the sleeve of a lab coat… and still trailing a faint red cloud from where it was detached from the rest of its body!

Gnawed off!

Whipping around to face your ‘buddy’, you nearly lose your breath as you find her lunging towards you with hungry, glowing eyes… and a toothy maw wide enough to snap up your whole head!

>ROLL 1d100+3 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +4 FLIPPERS, -2 HUNGER RETURNING, -2 DARK, -4 UNDERSEA PREDATOR) TO DODGE! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 22 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5758953
Fucking mermaids.
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Rolled 65 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5758953
I did half-expect this
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Rolled 69 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5758953
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>>5758956
We should’ve learned our damn lesson from Bones Quest.

Though to be fair, Diesel wouldn’t have known any better, even if Stan would have.
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>>5758953
Fish dinner time. And not in the sexy euphemistic way.
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>>5758955
>>5758956
>>5758967
>THE ROLL: 68!
Writing the last update of the evening--it's a short one!

>>5758955
Trust me, you don't wanna. Lots of scratching, biting, and chafing scales.

>>5758956
>>5758970
If Stan were here she woulda' torched the whole damn building the minute she smelled fish... wonder what she's up to these days? Hmmm...

>>5758979
Grab the tartar sauce
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Oh look, the freaky fish thing that coerced you into the water is trying to kill you. Didn’t see THAT one coming! Standing your, uh… water, you snatch up one of the rocks you were moving earlier and push off of the cavern floor just in time to dodge Foamy’s crazed pounce!

Her tail coiling behind her like a viper, the mermaid swiftly stops short of the pile of rubble, but as she turns to snare one of your legs in her gnarled claws, you reward her persistence by plunging your rock into her face!

The monster flails its claws at you–one of which carves a long, jagged hole in your pant leg! Smacking her away with your stone again, you feel your lungs start to beat against the inside of your chest–you’ve gotta get some air… and SOON!

Swatting at you again with her sharp talons, Foamy says something to you before filling the water with melodious laughter–like something that would come out of a kid at a theme park, not a shitty fish goblin trying to eat you.

Your witty retort comes in the form of another rock slung at her face. Ducking underneath your attack, the fish rushes towards you again with remarkable speed, but this time your back is towards the exit! You can leave!

But you can also kick her ass…

What do!?
>HEAD BACK TO DRY LAND–YOU’LL HAVE AIR AND AN ADVANTAGE THERE!
>SHE WANTS TO FIGHT WITH CLAWS? YOU’LL GIVE HER CLAWS! GET IN CLOSE AND ATTACK!
>YOU’VE GOT YOUR WRIST WHIP–SEE IF YOU CAN LASSO HER AND SMACK HER AROUND!
>WRITE-IN!

Last update of the night--should have more SATURDAY AROUND 10-11AM PST! Seeya then! And don't worry--Rivka's still trying to kill ya
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>>5759006
>SHE WANTS TO FIGHT WITH CLAWS? YOU’LL GIVE HER CLAWS! GET IN CLOSE AND ATTACK!
Let her get close and stuff those garlicky pizza slices in her mouth. Let her chew on that.

>>5758994
>wonder what she's up to these days? Hmmm...
You’re such a tease. But I like it. I’m excited for anything you have planned.
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>>5759006
>>5759017 +1
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>>5759017
+2

>>5759006
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>>5759017
+1
Also we taste like garlic and so do our friends, the slashers would be tastier
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>>5759017
>>5759026
>>5759040
>>5759302
>CHEW ON THIS!

CHEESE forgive us for what we're about to do! Hahaha remember that? Anyways,
>ROLL ME 1d100+2 (+5 COMBAT BONUS, +5 PIZZA, -2 HUNGER RETURNING, -2 DARK, -4 UNDERSEA PREDATOR) TO FEED THE FISH! BEST OF 3 ROLLS!

>>5759017
>spoiler
Careful what you wish for
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Rolled 37 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5759336
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Rolled 58 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5759336
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Rolled 77 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5759336
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>>5759349
>>5759370
>>5759374
>HIGHEST ROLL: 79!
Writing!
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Your lungs burn from holding your breath so long, but you just can’t help it: Foamy looks so stressed! So beaten down from the day-to-day of being a freakish fish monster!

She looks like she could use some…

PIZZA MIND!

Kicking the fish into the stalactite-riddled ceiling, you draw those TWO PIZZA SLICES from your pocket again like a handful of shurikens… and stuff BOTH of ‘em into Foamy’s toothy maw like savory hand grenades!

The fish’s glowing eyes bulge to the size of beach balls as she inadvertently swallows the cheesy goodness… and like a cat caught in a bathtub she fills the underwater cavern with wretched, anguished SHRIEKS!

BAAAAD PAIN! BAAAAAAAD PAIIIIIIN!

Slamming against the walls like one of those robotic vacuums gone haywire, the monster flails at everything and anything as the water around you fills with BLOOD!

What a BABY... it’s just GARLIC!

Amidst the fishnado, the rest of one of her victim’s LAB COATS is dislodged from the pile of rocks! Taking it as adequate payment for… whatever the Hell’s happening right now, you watch with growing disapproval as Foamy lives up to her namesake and continues to spew bloody foam from her mouth like a broken soap dispenser!

Shameful. Is there any problem in the world that can’t be solved with more garlic? You’re not sure there is!

Oh right, you can’t breathe underwater. You’ve got a LAB COAT, though, so this wasn’t a total loss. What do?
>FINISH THE FISH OFF! YOU’LL MAKE PUTTANESCA OF HER LATER!
>HEAD FOR THE SURFACE! SHE’S ALREADY GONE… NO SENSE IN GETTING HURT BY HER SPASTIC FLAILING.
>HELP HER! SHE’S LEARNED HER LESSON… AND A FISH ALLY COULDN’T HURT…
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5759439
>FINISH THE FISH OFF! YOU’LL MAKE PUTTANESCA OF HER LATER!
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>>5759439
>HELP HER! SHE’S LEARNED HER LESSON… AND A FISH ALLY COULDN’T HURT…
If she hates garlic so much it is a bad idea to try eating us, the slashers don't eat garlic though
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>>5759439
>FINISH THE FISH OFF! YOU’LL MAKE PUTTANESCA OF HER LATER!
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>>5759439
>FINISH THE FISH OFF! YOU’LL MAKE PUTTANESCA OF HER LATER!
You've been a very bad fish. I give this poor odds of sticking considering death seems to be cheap in this quest.
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>>5759439
>>HELP HER! SHE’S LEARNED HER LESSON… AND A FISH ALLY COULDN’T HURT…
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>>5759452
>>5759459
>>5759473
>FRY THE FISH!

>>5759455
>>5759474
>FISH FRIEND!

Time to flush this one down the toilet!
>ROLL ME 1d100+2 (+5 COMBAT BONUS, -2 DARK, -1 WEAKENED UNDERSEA PREDATOR) TO TAKE FOAMY DOWN! BEST OF 3! BONUSES DEPENDING ON HOW OR WHAT YOU USE TO DO IT!
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Rolled 27 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5759551
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Rolled 67 + 2 (1d100 + 2)

>>5759551
Never trust a hungry fish woman
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Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>5759551
Die die die die die die die die die
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>>5759553
>>5759565
>>5759569
>HIGHEST ROLL: 69! HAHAHAH!
Writing!
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You’ve had your fill of loose ends today. Granted, two of said loose ends resulted in Pepper and Moose being alive, but you get the idea! Drawing your MEAT CLEAVER from your pocket, you wait for a moment to slip between Foamy’s flailing claws and STRIKE!

The fish is tough–surprisingly durable despite her bubbly attitude. You got lucky with the garlic-rich pizza–lord help you if you had to fight more of these things! A few good ‘thwacks’ are all you need, though, and once you get a good hit in on her neck her head soon follows!

All things considered, you made out like a bandit here: a RESEARCHER’S LAB COAT, loss of power to… well, a bunch of stuff, and you found out that some critters just can’t stand garlic! Not bad!

Risking suffocation for a little longer, you carve yourself a piece of MERMAID HAIR and one of FOAMY’S TEETH--you’re betting someone would pay a boatload to analyze this stuff… and at the very least Pepper might wanna see it some time.

Her fear of the water makes a lot more sense now, that’s for damn sure.

Your FLIPPERS guarantee you a speedy return to the surface, and as you breach the pool and gasp for air, you find the rest of your team waiting for you with varying degrees of confusion in their eyes!

“Good call, dude! Nothin’ like a night swim to wake ya’ up!”

… okay, everyone except for Raj. Crawling back onto land like some kind of lungfish, you take a moment to regain your breath as Pepper regards you with a grave look in her eyes.

“... thought you were never gonna come back up, sandcrab…”

You’re fine, you reassure her, rising to your feet so that it doesn’t look like you’re trying to peek under her skirt again, you just… had a little run in with something nasty…

Pepper doesn’t even have to ask–you can see it in her eyes. She knows exactly what you’re talking about.

“There are reasons folk don’t swim around this island…” Adds Chuck in a wary tone, “You’re luckier than most, kid.”

Yea, you nod as you spit some seawater onto the rock floor, real lucky… what’s the deal with the-

“Demolished!” Reports Raj as he swings his FIRE AX to drive the point home! “Even if power comes back it ain’t gonna be working right!”

Which means Rivka isn’t going anywhere, you reply in a solemn voice.

“Not yet...” Corrects Pepper, “Which means we can keep looking for a cu-sorry, can we… Can we step away from here please?”

Sure thing–you’re not going for a swim again any time soon, that’s for damn sure!

>CONTD.
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>>5759715
“We took out the security defenses,” Chuck explains as you relocate a bit, “But we’ve been here for a while–chances are those things outside are gonna find a way in soon.”

Which means we’ve gotta hurry if we don’t want to be attacked on both sides, you nod with a frown forming on your face! Damn it!

“I know stuff sucks enough right now,” Raj cuts in, “But how are we gettin’ past these big doors with no power?”

“Maybe there’s a VENT or two around?” Shrugs Pepper as she looks to you for guidance! “Unless we wanna zap ‘em open like we di-”

NOT like last time, you snap! You’re not leaving anyone stranded!

“Man,” Groans Raj, “Too bad there’s no one here that, like, knows their way around, huh?”

Well, you shrug, you DID find something that belonged to a person that used to work here! Retrieving the LAB COAT from your pocket, you and the others preemptively jump away when something tumbles out of one of its many pockets–another KEYCARD... and a SOPPING-WET NOTEBOOK!

Flipping through the latter for any pages that haven’t soaked through, you manage to find one entry that’s somewhat legible…

“Then read it, then.” Grunts Chuck as he scans the cave around you, “We ain’t goin’ anywhere yet…”

You happily oblige. The text is swollen and runs at some points like a bad watercolor painting, but you manage to decipher the important bits:

o safeguards whatsoever. We’ve got guards and turrets, sure, but no way of reversing the infection… until now!

“KEEP READING!” Hisses Pepper as your eyes light up!

Alright, CHILL!

>CONTD.
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>>5759717
I found out by accident the other day-was analyzing one of the parasite samples when a drop of sauce from the sandwich I ate for lunch fell from my beard: Salami and provolone… with GARLIC AIOLI sauce! The sample visibly RECOILED from the scent and, in its haste to escape, got some of it on its skin!

A few lines are smudged beyond recognition.

rning! Smoking! When Professor Bertruger came to investigate I fessed up immediately… and she wasn’t even mad! Quite the opposite, actually–she said to meet by the HYDRO POWER PLANT after lights out tonight! AND to bring my notes! Sure, she’s a little unhinged, but I bet she’s a tiger in the sack! All crazy chicks are! Anyways, I’m writing this down so that proper credit is given to the discoverer of the parasite cure: TIMOTHY P-

The text is illegible beyond there, but as you finish reading the notebook aloud, Pepper’s eyes are lit up like Christmas Trees!

DIESEL!” She exclaims as she excitedly snatches your hands up in hers, “Th-the PIZZA! If you and Raj eat it, you-”

“Wait, wait, hold on…” Groans Chuck as confusion clouds his stern expression, “What’s happening?”

“Raj and Diesel are getting CURED, is what’s happening!” Boasts Pepper as she leans on your shoulder with a smug grin on her face! “That pizza’s got enough garlic in it to kill a gorilla… and sandcrab here totally grabbed a few slices to eat later!”

“Woah, really!?” Sputters Raj in a mixture of excitement and relief, “That’s… that’s awesome, bro! Perfect timing, too–it’s getting really hard to keep this… this ANGER down, y’know!?”

“Get as angry and emotional as you want, Raj!” Chirps Pepper as she gives his shoulder a reassuring slap, “Because Diesel’s got the cure! What say we dish it out, huh? We could all use some… PIZZA MIND! Man, what a great name for an Italian restaurant!”

You feel your hands start to tremble at your sides as you realize what just happened.

SHIT.

>ROLL 1d100-6(+4 FRIENDS NEARBY! -10 FUUUUUUUCK!) TO NOT FLIP OUT! BEST OF 3!
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Rolled 48 - 6 (1d100 - 6)

>>5759719
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Rolled 79 + 6 (1d100 + 6)

>>5759719
Was that our last pizza?
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Rolled 42 - 6 (1d100 - 6)

>>5759719
how's this going to imminently go wroooooooooong
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We can try to go check the personnel rooms. There’s a good chance somebody there has something with garlic on or in it. A breadstick, spices of some kind, leftovers. There’s gotta be a break or lunch room.
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>>5759722
>>5759723
>>5759731
>THE ROLL: 73!
Writing!

>>5759723
Yup, you had two left! But worry not...
>>5759758
There's DEFINITELY a chance of stuff!
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“D-Diesel?” Asks Pepper as she cocks her SMUG head to the side, “You okay, buddy?”

You’re… you’re PEACHY... n-never been.. BETTER…

You learned your lesson from the fight with Smythe–rather than let your defenses drop, you HARNESS them! Rushing over to the exit with a bestial ROAR, you let your anger out by using the massive metal door like a punching bag!

A symphony of clanging resounds throughout the cavern as you continue your anger into something, well… not productive, exactly, but-

“Hey! HEY!

But you’re stopped by Pepper snatching your fist out of the air with concern in her eyes! “You… you don’t have ‘em, do you?”

No, you sigh as Raj and Chuck meet you both by the door, you used them to fight off some FISH M-

Seeing the girl’s pupils turn to pinpricks, you stop mid-sentence and let out a long, angry breath. You don’t have ‘em any more… and you don’t know where the hell you’re gonna find more GARLIC in time!

Raj lurches forward, but manages to steady himself using your shoulder! Locking eyes for a second as Chuck draws a DART from his pocket and prepares to strike, you see a mass of wormlike tendrils spread through the skater’s eyes… but they retract.

“It’s…” Growls Raj as he forces a smile, “It’s cool, dude… we’ll find some!”

You know the chances are slim. That Raj is being stupidly optimistic again. Yet when you open your mouth to counter his claim, you notice what the real meaning is behind his blind words:

He’s convincing himself.

So instead you clasp him on the shoulder and smile. That’s right, buddy, you nod as you struggle to fight against your own parasite’s influence, we can still look around!

“Hmm… might be some kind of BREAK ROOM in that PERSONNEL MODU-

Before the groundskeeper can finish, the cavern fills with another ear-rending sound: that of something BIG pounding on the door!

“Figures they’d find their way down here…” Groans Pepper as you all begin to look around for an exit, “A-HA! Check it!”

Following her finger, you find a cleft in the cavern walls at the opposite end of a few narrow footholds! It’s not much…

“But it could be a way out!” Argues Pepper with renewed confidence in her voice! “It’s either that or we wait for the door to break open!”

“Or swim.” Grunts Chuck as he points towards the SPILLWAY leading the already-turbined water is using to leave!

Yea, but-

I’ll be fine…” Whispers Pepper as she refuses to look where the old man’s pointing. “Just… let’s figure it out now…

What’s the plan?
>FACE WHATEVER BUSTS DOWN THE DOOR!
>TRY THE CREVICE!
>TAKE THE SPILLWAY!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5759816
>TRY THE CREVICE!
Hmm. How tall is that wall? I wonder if the rope will reach, or at least allow skipping part of it for whoever comes after.
also where the fuck that water goin, this bitch at sea level
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>>5759823
>Where water goin
Once it passes through the Hydroelectric Turbines it's deposited into a lower, bigger pool that flows deeper.

But I'm sure it's a nice place!
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>>5759816
>>TRY THE CREVICE!

Diesel’s expression is hilarious.
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>>5759824
I hear the River Styx is wonderful this time of year
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>>5759816
>TRY THE CREVICE!
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>>5759816
>TRY THE CREVICE!
Time is not on our side.
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>>5759823
>>5759827
>>5759836
>>5759857
>CREVICE!
Here goes something!
>ROLL ME 4d100 TO NOT ONLY GET UP THERE, BUT SEE IF YOU CAN GET YOUR BEARINGS! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +3(+5 SPEED BONUS, -2 HUNGER RETURNING)
>PEPPER: +8(+5 SNOOPIN', +3 CLIMBING)
>RAJ: +3(+3 SOMEWHAT COOL CUSTOMER)
>CHUCK: +3 (+5 MILITARY TRAINING, -2 DAMN CLIMBING...)

>>5759827
Thanks! Also a rare picture with a NOSE! AAAUUGH!

>>5759828
Devilishly Delightful! Don't fall, now!
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Rolled 86, 16, 13, 8 = 123 (4d100)

>>5759876
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Rolled 70, 21, 81, 15 = 187 (4d100)

>>5759876
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Rolled 42, 84, 85, 7 = 218 (4d100)

>>5759876
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looks like Charles is going to Brazil. Or Hades. Same thing.
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>>5759926
He didn’t crit fail. He should be relatively okay.

Brazil would be a triple one for sure.
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>>5759926
Libby's gonna' be piiiissed.
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>>5759882
>>5759885
>>5759893
HIGHEST ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 89!
>PEPPER: 92!
>RAJ: 84!
>CHUCK: 18!
Writing!
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You’ve had enough swimming for today, and you don’t want to go toe-to-toe with any more giants if you can help it.

Gotta save some for Rivka, after all!

Motioning your friends towards the CREVASSE, you stand guard as Pepper and Raj lead the way up the rock face!

The climb looks daunting from below, but Pepper’s experience climbing trees to take compromising photos of innocent people seems to have paid off–once the girl plots out a route in her head, she’s scuttling across the rocks like a red-haired spider with Raj following close behind!

Dude’s much more agile than he acts, that’s for sure!

Watching them go as the door next to you continues to quake from whatever’s pounding on the other side, you feel a calloused hand clap you on the shoulder!

“Get goin’. I’ll go last.”

You frown at Chuck’s offer. He doesn’t get to be selfless all the time because he’s OLD... he knows that, right?

The man shrugs his broad shoulders. “Don’t see ya’ climbin’ yet…”

For crying out loud… Clambering up the rocks using the same route Pepper and Raj followed, you nearly lose your grip when a corner of the door leading back upwards curls open like the corner of a can of anchovies revealing a pack of SLASHERS!

“GO!” Barks Chuck as he fires at them, “Before they follow ya!”

Like HELL, you snarl back! He’s got Libby waiting for him! Quit being a hero and climb, asshole!

The old man freezes in thought long enough for one of your pursuers to rush at him with a machete! Breaking out of his trance, Chuck busts out a judo throw and shoves the monster behind him!

Blasting a second one in the leg, the groundskeeper kicks the kneeling slasher aside as he shoots another in his obstructed face! A metallic ‘PING’ rings across the caverns as the bullet bounces off something metal–that explains the one eye, at least!

Though it doesn’t harm his target, it does give Chuck enough time to rush for the wall! Leaping onto it like a hat-wearing tree frog, the old man grunts as his face slams against the rock. Though he doesn’t fall to the roaring water in the spillway below, his grip doesn’t seem to be getting any tighter. One moment of weakness is all it takes: Losing his grasp on one handhold, your erstwhile rescuer and protector starts to slip down the side of the cliff!

>ROLL ME 1d100+3(+5 SPEED BONUS, +2 WRIST WHIP, -2 HUNGER RETURNING, -2 HEAVY GUY) TO HELP HIM! BEST OF 3-DON’T SCREW UP!
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Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>5759977
not a 1 not a 1 not a 1
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Rolled 88 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5759977
one dunking, coming right up
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Rolled 65 + 3 (1d100 + 3)

>>5759977
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>>5759977
Good thing we have that whip, provides a lot of utility
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>>5759983
>>5759990
>>5759994
>HIGHEST ROLL: 91!
Writing! Got plans around 2PM PST today, so expect few updates!
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Uh-uh, no way! You know what Goth chicks are capable of when they’re angry–last thing you wanna do is piss one off because you let their pops take a fatal swim! Loosening your grip, you slide down the side of the cliff and snatch Chuck’s hand in yours before he can take the plunge!

“Nghk… What… what the HELL are ya’ doin’?” Stammers Chuck as he stares at you in disbelief! “Now we’re both gonna fall, idiot!”

Not if you can help it, you snap back! Christ, what does he eat for breakfast… CINDER BLOCKS?!

“You’re gonna eat my fist if you let us fall!”

Duly noted! With the grumpy old man firmly secured, you lash out towards the crevasse with your WRIST WHIP and manage to coil it around a sturdy stalagmite! Lucky!

Perfect timing, too–as you and Chuck climb up the cavern wall using your gross appendage as a guide rope, you nearly lose your grip as a rock slams against the cliff next to you!

“They’re hurlin’ rocks!” Shouts Chuck, mild-mannered alter ego of CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! “Hurry!”

More rocks pelt the cliff like the rain outside, but through some small miracle the two of you manage to weave between the projectiles on your way up! Man, you could be in one of those sports drink commercials!

And you could use one too…

Raj and Pepper are waiting for you when you arrive at the top–pulling you both into the cleft in the cavern, the slashers give you one last goodbye in the form of a massive rock that explodes on the wall mere INCHES from your face! Time to go!

Slipping into the crack like a lizard under a rock, you let Pepper take the lead through the tight space…but freeze when you hear a droning sound reverberate through the rocks around you!

“Crap…” Mutters Pepper, “That’s not good…”

Butt get stuck?

You get a pebble thrown at your face in response.

“No, you dweeb, that sounded like the power was coming back on!”

“Didn’t we bust that thing, though?” Asks Raj as he tries to untangle himself after somehow turning his whole body upside down, “I thought we did a pretty good job of it, too…”

“Probably some sorta’ BACKUP POWER...” Grunts Chuck as he adjusts his hat. “My guess is it’s in that big lab.”

Makes sense–wouldn’t want the power to go out in the middle of a teleportation experiment… which means you’ve gotta MOVE!

“I’m TRYING!” Growls Pepper as she slowly squeezes through the increasingly-narrow path!

… it got stuck, didn’t it?

“... shut up and give me a push.”

>CONTD.
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>>5760370
Your journey through the dark corners of the lab takes you deeper… where it’s taking you, though, you haven’t a clue! Still, anywhere’s better than tangling with those slashers!

“You think there’s even a way out through here?” Asks Raj as you gently nudge him in Pepper’s direction. He can move and talk at the same time, y’know!

“Couldn’t tell ya.” Replies Chuck in the usual gruff tone, “I’m betting this wasn’t even open before… rocks musta’ shifted near the entrance or something.”

“Hey, yea!” The skater smiles as the revelation comes to him, “It probably shifted when we blew up the mine, right guys?”

“Probably!” Nods Pepper as she scootches past a particularly-tight rock formation, “So stay alert–you never know how unstable this crevasse can beAAAAUUGH!

You’re just about to squeeze past Raj and flick Pepper’s forehead for her stupid joke when you realize she ISN’T joking–a whole chunk of rock shifts under her feet in the span of a few seconds revealing a section of AIR DUCT beneath!

“Ha HA!” The girl announces as she peeks into the recently-unearthed ventilation shaft, “Meant to do that!”

Sure you did… any clue where it leads?

“Well…” Mutters the redhead as she creeps inside, “I don’t smell anything, so we aren’t gonna be gassed, probably…”

Not my question, you groan, but that’s… reassuring.

“As for where it leads,” Pepper concludes as she pokes her head back out like a prairie dog, “Only one way to find out!”

“Probably safer than continuing through here…” Muses Chuck as he frowns at the ducts. “Don’t wanna get stuck up in here…”

“But Pepper, like, magically opened a hole, right?” Counters Raj, “Doesn’t that mean she could probably do it again if we keep going through here?”

It wasn’t magic, you sigh, but you get his point…

What do?
>ENTER THE VENTS!
>CONTINUE THROUGH THE CREVASSE!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5760374
>Vents
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>>5760374
>>ENTER THE VENTS!
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>>5760374
>ENTER THE VENTS!

Always the vents!
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>>5760374
>ENTER THE VENTS!
Conveniently following behind Pepper, of course.
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>>5760374
>ENTER THE VENTS!
Follow that butt!
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>>5760374
>ENTER THE VENTS!
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>>5760375
>>5760382
>>5760389
>>5760424
>>5760427
>>5760435
>VENT SOME FRUSTRATION!
Back! Writing the last update of the evening! Should have more on MONDAY AROUND 4-5PM PST!
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If you gotta crawl around any more tonight, you wanna do it in a place less likely to collapse on top of you! Time to VENT, everyone!

“Err…” Pepper replies with an apologetic, but confused look on her face, “But didn’t this vent just get crunched open like an old beer can-”

She knows what you meant!

“In that case,” The girl segues as she brushes out her skirt a bit, “I’ll take the lead… stay close!”

Gladly, you reply as you prepare to enter directly after her!

And alert…” Growls Chuck as he warily eyes the ventilation duct. “Christ, this is gonna kill my knees…

“Gotta wear those kneepads, bro…” Warns Raj, earning a look from the old man. “... shoulda brought mine… dang.”

The vents are tight as you’d expect–no doubt to prevent people like you from using them like some weird alternative to doors. Turning the first corner you see, you nearly faceplant into Pepper’s… cushion when she freezes mid-crawl! Errr, problem?

“Maybe…” She whispers as she leans to the side and points ahead of her. A spider-like robot twitches on the surface of the vent–its red eyes and accent lights pulsing with intermittent color!

Is… is it dead?

Pepper answers by reaching into her skirt pocket and chucking a coin at the robot! Angrily wagging its legs and spewing a spritz of sparks into the vent as the coin bounces off of it, the spiderbot seems alert, somewhat, but not combat ready!

“No vaporizations…” The journalist shrugs in a quiet tone, “That’s good, right?”

“No half-measures.” Reminds Chuck as he makes a smashing motion with his fist. “Don’t want those things coming after us once the power comes back…”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice after all the surprises you’ve had tonight! As Pepper cautiously inches around the rattled robot, you turn it off permanently using your MEAT CLEAVER and the techniques you’ve learned from your Uncle Emilio and that old TV in the pizza parlor!

Unlike the TV, the spider is thoroughly scrapped after a few smacks, much to Chuck’s chagrin.

“They don’t make ‘em like they used to, huh?”

You’re not sure they ever made ‘em, you counter as you poke at the peculiar ‘STAMP OF APPROVAL’ located on the spider’s hindquarters. By Rivka, huh? This bitch… He doesn’t respond.

>CONTD.
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Following Pepper’s lead (and what a lead it is), you don’t pass any other spiderbots… but that’s never stopped any of your foes from reappearing, has it?

“Uh oh…” Mutters the girl as she stops dead in her tracks once more, “Got a fork here, guys.”

“Got a spoon too?” Asks Raj, earning a tired sigh from both you and Chuck, she doesn’t mean that ki-

“Got it!” Interrupts the redhead as she pockets a SILVER FORK, “Oh… and there’s a split in the path too… check it!”

She’s not wrong… not that you expected the vents to be one big straight line, of course! Both paths look identical, but upon further examination…

The smells. The SMELLS are different! To the LEFT comes a bouquet of chemicals–the kind that sting your nose and make your eyes water! How anyone could ever get used to stuff like that you’ll never know… even cleaning supplies give you a licorice headache!

To the RIGHT, however, comes an equally, if not worse, aroma: Rot. Death. The smell of an overflowing seafood restaurant dumpster on a sweltering Summer’s day… up close! You nearly gag just getting a whiff from here!

Before you can discuss your options with the others, you hear the familiar sound of Size 18ish boots below you… lots!

“Sounds like those slasher dudes…” Whispers Raj as the rest of you freeze and hold your collective breaths! You must be over some important hallway… or at least one that those monsters are using to patrol the facility!

No time to waste–where to?
>THE LEFT! CHEMICALS MIGHT MEAN A LAB OF SOME SORT… THAT COULD GET YOU CLOSER TO RIVKA!
>THE RIGHT! ROT… ROTTING FOOD, MAYBE?
>HEAD BACK THE WAY YOU CAME-SEE IF YOU MISSED SOMETHING IN THE CAVES!
>TRY TO GOAD A SLASHER INTO CARVING OPEN A PATH INTO THE HALLWAY FOR YOU!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5760889
>>THE LEFT! CHEMICALS MIGHT MEAN A LAB OF SOME SORT… THAT COULD GET YOU CLOSER TO RIVKA!
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>>5760889
>THE RIGHT! ROT… ROTTING FOOD, MAYBE?
Garlic must be acquired.
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>>5760889
>THE LEFT! CHEMICALS MIGHT MEAN A LAB OF SOME SORT… THAT COULD GET YOU CLOSER TO RIVKA!
Lets see if they like acid, and not the fun kind
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>>5760889
>THE LEFT! CHEMICALS MIGHT MEAN A LAB OF SOME SORT… THAT COULD GET YOU CLOSER TO RIVKA!
The rot seems way more likely to be corpses at this juncture.
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>>5760889
>THE LEFT! CHEMICALS MIGHT MEAN A LAB OF SOME SORT… THAT COULD GET YOU CLOSER TO RIVKA!
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>>5760889
>THE RIGHT! ROT… ROTTING FOOD, MAYBE?
Week old garlic aioli!
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>>5760893
>>5760904
>>5760906
>>5760929
>TO THE CHEMICAL SMELLS!

>>5760901
>>5760942
>TO THE ROTTING STUFF SMELLS!

Apologies--work crap followed me home! Writing!
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Yea nah, no way you’re going to the right… you’re getting queasy just thinking about it! Eeeuuuch! Nope!

Pointing past Pepper’s face to the left, you make a few hasty gestures that communicate something along the lines of ‘That way! C’mon, hurry! Chop-chop!’ The girl gives you a sour look, but acquiesces. If any of those freaks below you hear you…

Best not to think about it. Shimmying through the cramped ventilation ducts, you come across a few more of Rivka’s spiderbots–you’re happy they’re not shooting you, sure, but the fact that they still have a little power is somewhat… concerning.

Despite your worries, however, you and your pals manage to stay quiet during your trip… until you hear a faint groan in the metal gopher tunnels you’re worming your way through!

“Err…” Whispers Raj from behind you as everyone skids to a halt, “What was tha-”

Your answer comes in the form of the whole damn vent CRASHING downwards with you in it! Landing on a metal catwalk with a resounding CLANG, you and your friends tumble out of the ductwork like potatoes out of an overturned sack and land in a dizzy heap!

Well...” Mumbles Pepper in a dazed voice, “That… coulda’ gone worse…

You’re about to agree when you realize where you are… or rather what you’re SURROUNDED by! Pressing your hands over both Pepper and Raj’s mouths, you feel your breath catch as you lock eyes with one of the hundreds of SLASHERS floating in containment pods on the walls around you!

The one you’re having a staring contest with presses its welding masked face against the inside of the pod… it knows you’re here.

They ALL do!

As you and your friends rise to your shaky legs, Chuck wordlessly gestures to a circular room further along the catwalk with the word ‘VIVISECTION’ emblazoned on a plain black placard above the entrance.

To the left, however, you notice a similar circular room–this one marked ‘SPECIMEN STORAGE’. You assumed that was the room you’re currently in, but apparently not!

Behind you appears to be the way back to the CENTRAL CHAMBER, but something about it rubs you the wrong way… like an itch you can’t scratch hiding behind your brain!

And then there’s the central path opposite from the exit that leads to one final lab bubble marked ‘TESTING’.

You don’t know where to go, but you’d better choose fast–don’t wanna interrupt these test subject’s beauty sleep!

Where to?
>VIVISECTION–MAYBE THE SURGERY NUTS KNOW HOW TO CHOP THESE ASSHOLES UP!
>SPECIMEN STORAGE–COULD HAVE SOME STUFF TO CONTAIN THESE SLASHERS WITH!
>BACK TO THE CENTRAL CHAMBER… CAN’T AVOID FACING RIVKA FOREVER…
>TESTING! LET’S SEE WHAT THE EGGHEADS FOUND OUT ABOUT THESE GUYS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5761492
>SPECIMEN STORAGE–COULD HAVE SOME STUFF TO CONTAIN THESE SLASHERS WITH!
What’re the odds she has normal people still being contained? Either this or I say we go back and try to search the personnel rooms. We’re on a timer here.
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>>5761492
>TESTING! LET’S SEE WHAT THE EGGHEADS FOUND OUT ABOUT THESE GUYS!
Maybe they have emergency garlic to treat accidental infections or eliminate live samples?
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>>5761502
You think we could split up? I’m hoping there might be scientists or personnel being kept alive still that might have crucial info.
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>>5761509
It worked last time, so it's worth a go...
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Changing from >>5761499 To
>SPLIT UP!
Pepper and Diesel can check the testing area since Peps has the necessary snoop abilities. Chuck should go with Raj to the specimen storage so that he can tranq Raj if he has to. He managed to deal with Diesel on his own, so he should be alright.
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>>5761492

>>5761521
Supporting this instead of >>5761502
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>>5761521
>>5761525
>SPLITSIES!
>PEPPER AND DIESEL CHECK THE TESTING AREA!
>CHUCK AND RAJ RECONNOITER THE SPECIMEN STORAGE AREA!

Writing!
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You’re still on borrowed time here, that’s for sure, so rather than choosing one place to scope out, you instead turn to the groundskeeper and Raj and point in the direction of the SPECIMEN STORAGE area! Why don’t you guys ‘CHUCK’ out that area for anything useful?

The old man ponders shooting you for a moment before replying with a disinterested grunt. “And what’ll you two be doin’? Tapping the glass?”

They couldn’t pay you to get close to those things at this point… not that there ever was a point you’d be down for that! No, you reply, you and Pepper will snoop around the TESTING area–if these eggheads figured out a way to deal with these things and the parasites controlling them, you’ll find it in there!

“Hey, yea!” Nods Raj before the three of you simultaneously shush him, “Err… yea! Maybe there are some survivors in the cages!” He whispers.

Or something to uh… calm them down if they… lose control... you mutter as you give Chuck a knowing, pleading look.

Thankfully the old man’s more perceptive than he lets on. “... Let’s go be heroes, kiddo.”

“Awesome!” Hisses the skater as he gives you and Pepper a reassuring thumbs up, “Let’s meet back here if anything big happens!”

You hope it won’t…

Watching your two fellow dudes head off in their own direction, you turn to Pepper and nod–time to mosey.

“Didn’t want to worry you, chief,” She begins in a quiet voice as you two make your way across the catwalk, “But Raj is… I don’t think he’s gonna last much longer…”

You wouldn’t blame him, you sigh–it feels like something’s scraping away the back of your brain with a toothpick… and it’s working.

“Chin up, buttercup,” Pepper retorts as she gives you a soft, but reassuring hip-bump, “If there’s anything that can cure you guys, we’ll find it here!”

Can’t forget about the others on the mountaintop too, you reply wearily, there’s gotta be at least a few ticking time bombs up there too…

“We’ll just give ‘em a ring on that HEADSET once you’re cured!” The girl replies with a wry grin! “Done deal!”

You smile back at her, but you don’t bother getting your hopes up–you’ve resisted the parasite this far, but if you don’t find a cure soon, well…

You pray to whatever god is listening that she’s right…

>CONTD.
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>]
As the sliding metal door into the lab slips into the wall, you and Pepper are immediately bathed in a wave of unpleasant odors: old blood, rot, burnt hair, and something resembling a week-old fish filet…

You spot the source of one of the scents almost instantaneously–strapped to the scientific equivalent of an upright dentist’s chair is one of the SLASHERS--its massive body covered in a gallery of lacerations, burns, and other injuries! Limp in its metallic prison, the monster doesn’t react as you and Pepper quietly creep into the lab… does that mean it’s-

“Doubt it…” Whispers Pepper as she holds a finger close to her lips, “And we’re still on backup power, so watch your back, sandcrab.”

She doesn’t have to tell you twice! Scouting out the rest of the room quieter than a churchmouse, you find that the slasher patient has a counterpart–one that is, based on the gaping hole where his chest used to be, deader than disco.

Small comforts…

Whoever was running the lab left it in complete disarray: bottles of unfamiliar chemicals lie strewn about the work tables like a High School Cafeteria, papers of graphs and charts litter the floor like confetti at the end of a birthday party… and sitting atop a desk hiding away in the corner of the lab sits a lone computer terminal with a bloody handprint on the screen–a faint green light on its base indicating it’s still on, despite everything!

What really piques your interest, however, are two things:

First is the slasher-sized GIZMO pieced together in a mishmash of scientific doohickies and heavy-duty tubing bolted onto two rolling platforms. A lengthy nozzle on the front culminates in an orb similar to the turret-like mechanisms you saw on the spiderbots, albeit much bigger! A vine of red, yellow, and black wires extend into the ceiling where you spot the biggest electrical socket you’ve ever seen… and a small gauge on the back of the device informs you it’s ready to test!

And then there’s the CABINET. Built out of sleek, faultless metal, it sits built into the lab’s wall humming menacingly at you. Like it knows you’ve entered its domain! You haven’t a clue what’s inside, nor do you know how to open it, but you get the feeling it’s worth busting open somehow!

“Welp,” Shrugs Pepper in a hushed tone, “What’s first?”

>CHECK OUT THE COMPUTER!
>INVESTIGATE THE SLASHER CORPSES!
>FIDDLE WITH THAT GIZMO!
>TRY TO OPEN THE CABINET!
>CHECK ON RAJ AND CHUCK!
>WRITE-IN!

Last update of the night, unfortunately--work was a bitch and a half today and I'm FEELIN' it! Should have more for ya' around the usual time!
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>>5761597
Diesel:
>TRY TO OPEN THE CABINET!
Pepper:
>CHECK OUT THE COMPUTER!
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>>5761607
This.
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>>5761597
>>5761607 +1
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>>5761607
>>5761637
>>5761672
>DIESEL: POP OPEN THE CABINET!
>PEPPER: DIGITAL SNOOPIN'!

Sounds good to me! Let's see some rolls, actually--I can ask for that before hitting the sack!

>ROLL ME 2d100 TO GET THE CABINET OPEN AND SNOOP! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: -8 (+2 WRIST WHIP, -3 HUNGER RETURNING, -7 FANCY TECH)
>PEPPER: +5 (+5 SNOOPIN')

Extra Bonuses will be awarded for WRITE-INS regarding how exactly you wanna crack this cabinet! Here's the PASTEBIN again if you wanna peruse your inventory... otherwise I'll just assume you wanna
>RIP IT OPEN!
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
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Rolled 19, 10 = 29 (2d100)

>>5761690
>Beat screwdriver in between doors with rubber mallet
>Wedge doors open slightly by using the screwdriver as a lever
>If life jackets are the inflatable type, stick them between the gap and inflate them
>If not, slip tongue depressors in little by little until the gap is wide enough to pry it open with something else (plunger probably since it’s wood and rubber and therefore insulated)
I’m assuming the cabinet latches in the middle or against the wall. All of those items are insulated and electrically resistive.
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>>5761697
Fuck you too, dice.
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Rolled 67, 81 = 148 (2d100)

>>5761697
Supporting.

>>5761690
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Rolled 70, 31 = 101 (2d100)

>>5761690
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>>5761697
>>5761700
>>5761703
>HIGHEST ROLLS: 62+5 FOR SICK WRITE-INS and 86!
Writing! And we're doing THIS!
>>5761697
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What’s first, you reply as you roll up your already short sleeves with a resigned sigh, is that you’re gonna get that CABINET open!

The girl blinks at your unwitting target.

“... you don’t think it’s unlocked already, do you?”

You both share a long, knowing stare before bursting into a fit of raucous laughter!

“Hahahah… I could… I could barely ask that with a straight face!”

You thought she was serious for a moment! Golly! Anyways, you wheeze as you wipe a tear off of your cheek, would she mind snooping around the COMPUTER, then?

“You had me at snooping.” Pepper replies as she shoots a pair of GUN FINGAHS your way! “Leave it to me, sandcrab!”

Skipping towards the computer like a kid on the way to the candy shop, the girl sends a wink your way before she starts tapping away at the keyboard! You give it a minute to see if the two unmoving slashers react to the sound, but when neither of them object you get to work on the CABINET!

Of course, this is probably one of RIVKA’S cabinets we’re talking about, so even before your WRIST WHIP pulls away from the shiny metal door you’re already carefully laying out all of your tools of the proverbial trade on the sterile lab floor in front of you!

It’s a good thing Uncle Emilio’s lost his keys so many times after getting blackout drunk, otherwise you wouldn’t have any experience busting a locked door open! You start by taking your SCREWDRIVER and, pausing to get a perfect angle on it, slam it into the crack between the cabinet door with your RUBBER MALLET!

You’re not sure if the surface is electrified or trapped in any way, but it would suck balls if you died here of all places… you haven’t even gotten to ‘catch up’ with Pepper ever since she turned out to be still alive! Speaking of, you begin as you wiggle the SCREWDRIVER around a bit to gain leverage, did she find anything yet?

“Not really…” The redhead grumbles as she continues to tap away, “Unless you’re a fan of long-winded journal entries…”

Not really, you retort, but holler if you get to anything interesting!

“Here’s hoping...” she groans.

>CONTD.
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>>5762405
It takes you a few tense moments before you can get the gap open wide enough to stick a TONGUE DEPRESSOR inside! To your great surprise and relief, neither the SCREWDRIVER nor the DEPRESSORS break, and with your confidence revitalized you continue to add more of the wood popsicle stick thingies into the gap until the gap is wide enough to fit your fingers through!

“A-HA!” Announces Pepper, deftly assassinating your concentration and nearly making you tumble over like a little bitch, “Got something!”

Alright, you mumble as you pick up the pieces of your dignity strewn about the floor, what’s she got?

“According to these notes,” the girl begins in a tone that would make any news anchor proud, “Rivka moved everything to SITE B to facilitate a higher volume of test subjects…”

Great, you scoff as you stuff the handle of your TOILET PLUNGER into the gap you’ve created, more bugs, right?

“Not exactly…” Pepper frowns, “Looks like this is where they perfected the big guys–and they did it by introducing the parasite to the human body way earlier in its life cycle!”

So it gets used to the human body early on, huh? There’s gotta be more, though–what’s all this crap about ‘worthiness’ and stuff?

“What indeed, slick. Hauser was putting pressure on her to deliver on his investment…” The girl explains as her tongue pokes out of the side of her mouth in dogged concentration, “So she tracked down some kind of… huh…”

What?

QUEEN PARASITE…” Recites the girl in a voice dripping with confusion, “And found that with the right pheromones-”

Then the other parasites would follow orders… so that gas back in the Mine Labs-

“Must be what set Raj off, yep…” The redhead nods! “Oh geez… and it seems like Rivka isolated the royal genes… and spliced ‘em into herself…”

Seems a lot less risky than having the parasite take control of her body… but if that’s true, then once Rivka’s gone-

“Then the rest of the parasites might cool down too…” Shrugs Pepper. “I dunno, sandcrab–if we could cure you and Raj it’d be a much easier fight…”

Well unless they’ve got some GARLIC lying around, you begin as you tug back on the TOILET PLUNGER, you d-

A sound akin to a gunshot rings out across the room as whatever was locking the CABINET goes flying! Tumbling head-over-heels backwards, you come to a stop several feet away from the now-open storage container!

A faint layer of mist escapes the receptacle and blankets the lab floor revealing…

Holy SHIT.

A jar of half-finished mayonnaise. Three apples. An old plastic wrapper of smelly lunch meat. A six-pack of ‘FIZZ COLA’, two of which are missing… a pile of uneaten CORN BARS, and the creme de la creme:

THREE HEADS OF GARLIC!

>CONTD.
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>>5762408
This time it’s THE HUNGER’S turn to be scared! You’d… you’d probably be crying right now if Pepper wasn’t with you! Knowing her she’d probably take pictures and sell ‘em back to you… but right now… right now you just don’t care!

You say her name, but nothing comes out of your mouth–you’re literally speechless. So you gasp. Gasp and point. Gasp and point until she comes over to see what you’re staring at!

“Huh. Y’know I did an article on those CORN BARS--apparently they’re actually made out of… of…”

The girl’s voice trails off into the lab as she kneels beside you before tackling you into a hug! Filling the lab with a triumphant laugh, you pick the girl up and spin her around in your arms as your whole body feels light as a feather! HELL yea, you roar, GAME-FRICKIN’-OVER!

Placing the redhead back on her sneaker’d feet, you give her a warm smile and her hair a quick tousle before making your way over to the FRIDGE! What are the odds, huh?

“It’s certainly a good way to keep people from stealing your lunch…” Muses Pepper as she looks over your shoulder! “What’s that note say?”

Oh right, you didn’t even see that one… Squinting to decipher the chicken scratch on the note, you allow yourself a sigh of relief when you finish reading it:

You assholes wanna keep stealing my lunch? STEAL IT NOW, you unprofessional PRICKS! I hope the electrocution was WORTH it!~DR. TIMOTHY PICKLES! >:C

“Well what are you waiting for, slick?” Asks Pepper as she hip-bumps you towards the fridge, “Give it a whirl already!”

>ROLL ME 1d100 FOR NO REASON! JUST TESTING THE ROLLING SYSTEM, HONEST! BEST OF 3, THOUGH!

Also tried to draw Pepper if she wasn't horribly traumatized by water and decided to join Diesel on a BEACH TRIIIP
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Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>5762410
We should just kill Rivka and keep our cool parasite powers.
Alternatively, EAT Rivka and become parasite king.
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Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>5762405
>pair of gun fingahs
Well, maybe not a PAIR...

>>5762410
>boob beauty-mark
MY WEAKNESS
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Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>5762410
>That pic
Hot damn, Pepper is stacked up like a house of cards.

>>5762420
>Spoiler
I don’t think the parasite would just leave us alone. Pretty sure it would eventually gain control of us unless we were able to keep it in check somehow.
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>>5762410
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>>5762420
>>5762427
>>5762432
>HIGHEST ROLL: 79!
Writing!

>>5762420
>just kill Rivka
Were it so easy....

>>5762427
Uhhhh phantom limb syndrome or something fuck
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Reaching for your GARLICY PRIZE, you stumble backwards when something nearly scoops one of your eyes out of its socket! What the HELL?!

“DIESEL!” Sputters Pepper as she points to your attacker, “Y-your WR-

The ‘WR’ in question wraps around the girl’s throat before she can finish her sentence! Squeezing her windpipe like a boa constrictor, your WRIST WHIP tenses up as your eyes fall upon it…

And then you feel something brush against your mind. A single phrase:

Don’t’.

You freeze in place for a moment as you try to determine if you actually heard it or not… but that’s when it hits you:

Who the HELL cares!?

Grabbing the whip with the hand it’s sprouting out of, you wrap the vile appendage around it a few times and ELBOW DROP its ass into the ground!

The tentacle spasms for a moment, but that’s all it takes for Pepper to wrestle free! Though it reaches for her fleeing legs, the girl swiftly grabs a nearby lab gizmo and brings it crashing onto her pursuer!

Down, but not out, the antagonistic appendage spots you moving in to grab it and delivers a series of rapid-fire slaps across your face before tackling you to the ground! Craning your head left and right to weave between its attempts to stab you through the forehead, you manage to wrestle the tentacle out of your face, but it still struggles!

Rolling off of your back, you slam the tendril against the floor a few times before it darts over to the tools you left near the fridge door–specifically the MALLET and SCREWDRIV-OOF!

Yea nope, he went for the MALLET! Smacking its rubber head against your own head, the tentacle delivers one big smack to your jaw… or tries to!

A HUNTING KNIFE tumbles through the air and intercepts the MALLET mid-smack, knocking the tool out of your tentacle’s clutches and sticking it to the fridge door!

“What in the HELL’S going on here!?” Growls Chuck as he balances aiming his RIFLE and lending a dazed Raj his shoulder!

You found the CURE, you stammer as the tentacle somehow eludes your grasp again, it’s the GARLI-

Before you can finish, the WRIST WHIP grabs your SCREWDRIVER and brandishes its pointy end in your face! Ungrateful bastard!
https://youtu.be/cWm6mkq6bE4
What’s the plan here?!
>GO FOR THE GARLIC–IF YOU EAT IT THIS THING IS TOAST!
>TRY TO GET CHUCK OR PEPPER TO TAKE IT BY SURPRISE!
>IT’S ATTACHED TO YOU–BEAT IT IN CLOSE QUARTERS!
>BLAST IT WITH A GUN!
>TRY TO REASON WITH IT!
>THE FRIDGE! IT PROBABLY WON’T HURT YOU AS MUCH, RIGHT!?
>WRITE-IN!
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Also I totally didn't forget the pizza on Diesel's shirt--it just didn't render into the in-engine cutscene
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>>5762494
>>THE FRIDGE! IT PROBABLY WON’T HURT YOU AS MUCH, RIGHT!?
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>>5762494
>THE FRIDGE! IT PROBABLY WON’T HURT YOU AS MUCH, RIGHT!?
Could we really go on without ever eating garlic again? Is it truly worth the price of power? Also, it’s linked to its queen. I don’t think it‘s likely to be reasoned with.

But if it can, zapping it (and us) into submission might be the best bet to get cooperation out of it.
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>>5762494
>TRY TO REASON WITH IT!
t WOULD be useful if we could genuinely wield it in the boss battle.
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>>5762562
>>5762566
>FRIDGE LOGIC!

>>5762598
>WE CAN REASON WITH IT!

Fridge it is!
>ROLL ME 1d100+2 (+7 COMBAT BONUS, +3 SHOCKING DEVELOPMENT, -5 GIVE ME BACK MY HAAAAAND, -3 HUNGER RETURNING) TO REKINDLE THE 'SPARK' IN YOUR RELATIONSHIP! BEST OF 3!
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>>5762494
>>5762562
Switching to
>>TRY TO REASON WITH IT
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Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>5762627
Given >>5762628 (if it's not too late), what are our bonuses?

Rolling 1d100 regardless, I'd imagine.
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>>5762628
>>5762635
UUUUGHHH, FINE! You're lucky I like you guys... I GUESS!

New bonuses:
>1d100+0(+7 COMBAT BONUS, +1 YOU'RE... YOU'RE A PART OF ME!, -5 GIVE ME BACK MY HAAAAAND, -3 HUNGER RETURNING)

If you've got any decent things to convince THE WRIST WHIP then write 'em--that can only improve your chances!
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Also this'll be the last update of the evening, but should have more for you at the usual time on WEDNESDAY! Thanks for playing!
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5762640
This thing had better learn its damn place or else it’s about to get a whole damn bulb of the Italian gold.
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>>5762410
It just occurred to me: What the hell is Pepper doing in a swimsuit AND on a beach?
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>>5762666
Did you read the spoiler?
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>>5762666
Disregard.
>>5762673
Lmao no I did not. I’m a dumbass.
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Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>5762640

Listen up! This is AMERICA, WHERE WE DON'T HAVE ROYALTY!

Is that relevant? I don't even know anymore.
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>>5762726
USA! USA! USA!
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>>5762410
Still worst girl
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>>5762742
Truly a menace, yes....
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Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>5762640
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>>5762635
>>5762664
>>5762726
>HIGHEST ROLL: 57!
Writiiiiiiiinnnnnnggggg!

I also thought about it at work and >>5762742
>>5762906
just realized that this means Rivka's not worst girl! HAHAHAH ALL ACCORDING TO HER CALCULATIONS
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>>5763171
In another quest, Rivka would be waifu.
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>>5763171
Rivka was worst girl, but I don't think she qualifies as a girl any more. She became something much worse. A woman.
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>>5763180
SHOW THEM AAAAALLLLL QUEST eventually

>>5763182
EEEeEEeEeEwwwww
She's only 20, though
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The tension in the air is so thick you cut carve a piece out and eat it… maybe with some fresh bruschetta or at the very least some bread-

Your metaphor is soundly disrupted by your own alien appendage trying to screwdrive your face! Cut it out, asshole, you don’t have any screws in there! Hey! QUIT IT!

The terrible tentacle doesn’t listen to your words and continues stabbing at your money maker! If only this thing could see REASON, you think as you bat the sharp end away from your eyes, then maybe you’d be abl-hey, wait a sec…

Catching the tool in between both hands, you wrestle it out of the troublesome tendril’s grasp and fling it aside onto the ground near Chuck! As the groundskeeper draws a bead on your opponent, you frantically motion for him to stop!

… and then switch hands, because the one you used just made it look like the WRIST WHIP was going for him! Whoops!

“Quit messin’ around, kid!” Growls the old man as he refuses to lower his weapon, “I’m two seconds away from puttin’ a dart in this guy–don’t make me put you to sleep too!”

“Erm… what… what are you doing, sandcrab?” Asks Pepper in a comparatively calmer, but still confused tone!

Just… just lemme communicate here, you stammer as your old friend the IRRITATION HEADACHE slowly returns, if you can, like, parley with this guy-

“Do I need to read those notes to you again?” The redhead retorts with growing impatience, “If you don’t cure yourself before that thing becomes fully-grown, you’re never-”

I KNOW, you groan, but if you could keep this power while also retaining your independence, well…

“Imagine…” Mumbles Raj as he sweats like a pig leaning against Chuck’s shoulder, “Imagine all the pizzas you could spin…”

See!? RAJ has your back! Turning away from your friends, you hold out your WRIST WHIP in front of you and continue to keep it at bay with a placating gesture on your other hand! You know this thing can talk to you, but you just need to…

Think...

>CONTD.
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>>5763246
You dip into your mind for a split second… that’s when you feel it.

Another consciousness–one rapidly approaching yours in size, but maybe not in complexity… but it’s there, alright.

TALK.

You knew it. Closing your eyes to focus your THOUGHT ENERGY, you begin your discussion as gently as you can given the circumstances.

WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM, MAN?

KILL US. TRY. It replies in a deep, resounding disembodied voice. WON’T.

A faint image of the GARLIC sitting in the fridge flashes across your mind’s eye. It knows what you’re planning…

THEN LET’S COOPERATE, you counter, TOGETHER.

TOGETHER. agrees the voice, WORTHY. WORTHY OF HER.

Ahh, you nod subconsciously, that’s the issue… but how do you convince something bound to its queen, exactly? It’d be like telling an ant to go solo–even you know that’s stupid!

NO, you reply with a shake of your head, YOU DON’T NEED HER. NO QUEENS OR MONARCHS.

The entity flares up in rage as if you insulted its mo-oh, right. WORTHY. WORTHY. OF. HER.

NO, you repeat, YOU’RE WORTHY BY YOURSELF!

The parasite hesitates. It can’t decide if you’re stubborn or just stupid.

IMPOSSIBLE.

BULLSHIT IT IS! IT’S TOTALLY POSSIBLE!

Perplexion floods your mind. Now it’s just confused.

HOW?

A faint smile forms on your face. Now you’ve got its attention! A LITTLE THING CALLED… AMERICA.

>CONTD.
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>>5763249
LAND EXISTS… The entity counters, NOT FOUND.

WHAT PART OF THIS AREN’T YOU UNDERSTANDING??? you mentally growl as you feel sweat pour down your forehead, HE DISCOVERED AMERICA, IS WHAT HE DID! HE WAS A BRAVE ITALIAN EXPLORER! AND IN THIS BRAIN CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS IS A HERO! END OF STORY!

The entity processes the lecture you just mentally imparted.

AMERICA… FREE… HOME?

DAMN RIGHT IT IS, you nod, NO RULERS! EXCEPT FOR THE PRESIDENT, BUT THAT’S DIFFERENT! IT’S A NEW BEGINNING!

An uneasy silence falls over your mind as the parasite weighs your words. It’s… it’s definitely thinking…

COLUMBUS CAME HERE BECAUSE HE HAD A DREAM, you continue, A DREAM WHERE EVERYONE IS CREATED EQUAL–WHERE THEY CAN PRACTICE WHATEVER RELIGION AND POLITICS THEY WANT AND HAVE THE RIGHT TO HAMMER THE SHIT OUTTA’ ANYONE! BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT FREEDOM IS: FREEDOM TO FIGHT WHOEVER YOU WANT! FREEDOM TO LOVE WHOEVER YOU WANT! FREEDOM TO EAT-

UNDERSTAND. UNDERSTAND. The voice interrupts with a vague hint of annoyance in its voice, JOIN… NEED TRUST.

The head of garlic flashes through your mind once more.

DESTROY. TRUST.

NO WAY, ASSWIPE! RAJ NEEDS THAT!

NO ‘RAJ’. US. WE. FREEDOM.

Ohhh…. Well crap…
What do?
>AGREE! DESTROY YOUR GARLIC!
>DISAGREE! ISN’T THERE ANOTHER WAY?
>SUCKER-PUNCH! STRIKE THIS THING WHILE IT’S DISTRACTED BY COLUMBUS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5763253
>DISAGREE! ISN’T THERE ANOTHER WAY?
What if we give Raj the garlic, and the others the garlic, but promise not to eat any ourselves? it's HUGE sacrifice, as an italian, but we still have potatoes.

If that fails...
>SUCKER-PUNCH! STRIKE THIS THING WHILE IT’S DISTRACTED BY DIPLOMACY!
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>>5763270
This.

Damn parasites.
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>>5763253
>>5763270
+1
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>>5763270
>>5763279
>>5763281
>RAJ AND THE OTHERS EAT, BUT NOT YOU!
>OR PUNCH HIS ASS
Writing
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You can’t tell if the parasite is screwing with you or just doesn’t understand… but one thing’s for sure: Raj needs a cure–that’s non-negotiable! You haven’t seen anything awry with your other pals, but you’re certain there’s infected among the group you left at the mountaintop… if this works out, well…

I’LL DESTROY MY GARLIC, you counter, BUT RAJ AND THE OTHERS NEED TO BE FREED.

NO-

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!

The parasite pauses to consider your offer. It thinks. Ponders. Considers.

YES.

You feel an immense pressure around your skull release like the air in a balloon as you regain your senses as your WRIST WHIP goes limp…

“Diesel,” Pepper begins as she takes a few cautious steps towards you with worry in her big blue eyes, “What’s… are you okay?”

Yea, you nod as you take the heads of GARLIC from the fridge, but you’ll explain after this…

Peeling one of the garlic heads as best as you can, you offer it to Raj’s feverish form.

Wha…” He stammers as if holding up a marble statue, “What is-

The CURE, bud, you reply with an encouraging smile, eat up–all of it! The skater balks a bit at what you’re asking him to chew, but only for a moment… A very Raj-like smile appears on his sweaty face as he snatches it from your hands…

… and stuffs the whole damn thing into his mouth like an absolute MANIAC! Holy SHIT!

“YES!” Cheers Pepper as Raj motions for applause while Chuck watches in utter disgust, “Chomp it all down, Raj!”

Your pal happily obliges, much to the old man’s dismay! Chewing it up like an orange cow, Raj takes a long, deep breath before making a show of swallowing the vegetable!

For a moment, all is silent: the skater stands paralyzed while you and the others watch in quiet reverence. The calm before a storm…

“I-”

Raj barely gets a syllable out before his body explodes into a violent seizure! Bloody foam spews from his mouth and eyes as you and Chuck rush to support him!

LAY HIM ON THE GROUND!” Barks the groundskeeper as you quickly assent, “GIVE HIM SOME SPACE!

Blood and spit flies all over the lab as you step back with Chuck and Pepper, the latter watching in wide-eyed horror as something struggles to escape Raj’s body! Twisting and turning like a man possessed, the skater lets out one last shrill yell before going limp on the floor.

For the first time in what feels like hours, the room is quiet again.

>CONTD.
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>>5763369
Before your thoughts can catch up with you, you’re sprinting over to him!

Wait, damn i-”

The groundskeeper’s words fade into the background as you drop to your knees at Raj’s side–you remember this, you think in rapid, staccato thoughts: turn his head, don’t let him choke! Check for breathing! Responses! Pulse?!?

All of the ideas combine into a mish-mash of actions as you struggle to keep it together–you’ve seen Raj in a bad place already tonight, but seeing him bathed in his own blood awakens something in you–something that shows you exactly what these parasites are…

Worms the width of hairs pour out of Raj’s open mouth like rats escaping a sinking ship, and though they manage to squirm down his face and onto the frothy floor, each and every one of them end up the same way: motionless and cold. Watching each of them perform their dance of death, you find yourself frozen in disbelief even after the last worm meets its alien maker…

And then you hear a cough.

Bile and froth is expelled from Raj’s mouth as he continues to cough, and as you and the others turn him onto his side, you nearly get smacked in the face when he swings his hand behind him!

-salright…” He wheezes as a hollow laugh escapes the smile slowly forming on his face, “salright…

Giving the man some space, you feel your own expression form into a smile as the skater slowly picks himself off the ground!

“So…” Asks Pepper in a quiet, shaky voice, “H-how… how are you, Raj?”

Ooof…” He groans as he responds with a trembling thumbs up, “N-never… better…

The girl shrugs before running over to wrap Raj in a hug which you quickly join!

“Guess that’s the best analysis we’re gonna get…” She mutters, biting her lip to hide her emotions, “CHRIST you scared me…”

Sorry, guys…” Laughs the skater with a sheepish look on his pale face, “My… my bad…

Chuck is quick to provide support again, but as you watch him prop Raj up the groundskeeper’s grave eyes fall upon you.

“Your turn.”

>CONTD.
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>>5763372
You must’ve let something slip in your expression–maybe a twitch in your eye or something–but whatever it was, Chuck wastes no time in shoving Raj over to Pepper and placing his sturdy form between you and them.

Chu-

“When I saved you you were scampering through the woods like a mad dog, kid,” He interrupts in a cold tone that would make Mina shiver, “how long do you think you’ve got left?”

Look, you reply, you just communicated with your parasite back there–it’s cooperating, okay?

BULLSHIT.” The groundskeeper snarls, “I don’t know what you two talked about in your little mind-chat back there, but I know this: the minute we confront that blue-haired bitch she’s gonna play with you like a goddamned puppet.”

Grabbing your wrist with his big, calloused hand, Chuck pushes the GARLIC in front of your mouth.

“All of it. Now.”

Would he just LISTEN to you, you snap as you snatch your wrist back from him! You’re gonna need all the strength you can get for this fight–and if you can just hold it togeth-

“Then you’ll be playing right into her hands.” The old man explains with a glare! “I didn’t come this far to die here… and I don’t think they did either.”

“Diesel…” Pepper adds as she peers out from behind Chuck with worry in her eyes, “This… this isn’t worth it-”

Is anyone hearing you?! That whole fight with Smythe back on the helipad, that was all-

“All YOU!” The girl shouts as her worry turns into anger! “You didn’t need a parasite to beat him for you–hell, he had one in him and you wiped the whole damn mountain with him!”

It’s… okay…” Adds Raj with a droopy nod, “It barely… barely hurts, dude…

You can already feel the WRIST WHIP coiling up inside of your arm… it’s listening...

Waiting.

What do?
>DESTROY THE GARLIC NOW!
>KEEP TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM! JUST A LITTLE LONGER IS ALL YOU NEED!
>EAT THE GARLIC.
>WRITE-IN!

Last update of the night, by the way--got a lot less sleep last night. As for THURSDAY, there's a lot going on even in the evening so expect delays possibly to FRIDAY. Hope to see you then!
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>>5763373
They, uh... Don't look convince-able. That said, if we take down Rivka, the other parasites will fall in line or something, probably, right?

>KEEP TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM! JUST A LITTLE LONGER...

Remember how the wrist-whip literally just saved your life back there, Chuck? How many times having this thing came in clutch for defeating Slashers and Notwolves?

>...LONG ENOUGH TO DESTROY THE GARLIC!
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>>5763373
>>5763375
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>>5763373
>KEEP TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM! JUST A LITTLE LONGER IS ALL YOU NEED!

Listen, you keep it for the others. If I'm out of control then I trust you to handle me, but please trust me when I tell you I've got a grip on it. But there's no telling how many other people might need this tonight, and if I can control mine, then we should save these bulbs for those who can't.
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>>5763420
+1 to this sentiment
others may need this more than we do at the moment
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Quick update before going to work:

>>5763375
>>5763378
These votes are to convice long enough to DESTROY THE GARLIC.

>>5763420
>>5763439
These are just to convince your pals to hold onto the garlic.

Gonna need a tiebreaker since this is a pretty big decision! Again, probably won't be updating until Friday, so really think about it! Seeya then!
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>>5763617
I'm >>5763375, and if they're willing to keep the garlic without trying to wrestle some into our wailing maw, I'm fine with negotiating in good faith. If they make a move to grab us, though, garlic goes bye-bye. We can get more fornthe others later, IF they need it.
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>>5763373
>KEEP TRYING TO CONVINCE THEM! JUST A LITTLE LONGER IS ALL YOU NEED!
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>>5763373
>EAT THE GARLIC.
This thing is gonna betray us when we see Rivka if she doesn’t outright control it, and I’m not gonna destroy what could cure the others later on just to satisfy it.

If we’re still in a tie later on, then I vote for having them hold onto the garlic.
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>>5763805
This is also very much an option. Still working, but you can always say screw it and EAT THE GARLIC!
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>>5763805
Between >>5763622 and >>5763626, I don't think we're in a tie anymore.
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>>5763828
True. Still can't update, but I'll see what I can do if I get some time between now and tomorrow! Will probably ask for some rolls later tonight in the PST. Nothing bug, of course, but it'll be an update, kinda!
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>>5763828
Then let the record show that I foresaw many problems arising from this!
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>>5763373
A little late but how about we make a compromise, put the garlic under your tongue like a suicide pill. It wouldn't do something that would make itself die
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>>5763857
That's not a suicide pill, that's a god damn pistol held to the parasite's head. It's not gonna accept that.
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Alright, passed out after getting home last night, but it seems like we're going for:
>CONVINCE YOUR FRIENDS, BUT LET THEM HOLD ONTO THE GARLIC!

This'll require a DOOZY of a ROLL!

>ROLL ME 5d100 TO CONVINCE THEM WHILE ALSO NOT PISSING OFF WRIST WHIP! BEST OF 3 AND WRITE-INS CAN ONLY HELP YOUR CHANCES! THE BONUSES:
>CONVINCE PEPPER-6 (-5 WORRIED ABOUT DIESEL, +4 TRUSTS HIM, -5 SNOOPIN')
>CONVINCE RAJ +0(-5 WORRIED ABOUT DIESEL, +5 WOOZY)
>CONVINCE CHUCK-7 (+2 SORTA TRUSTS HIM, -5 WORRIED ABOUT LIBBY, -4 NATURAL OLD MAN WARINESS)
>GET GARLIC TO PALS+0 (+5 SPEED BONUS, -3 HUNGER RETURNING, -2 WRIST WHIP WATCHING)
Good luck! I'll add bonuses depending on what arguments you can make to win 'em over!
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Rolled 5, 61, 50, 56, 54 = 226 (5d100)

>>5764390
The wrist whip and rage saved our bacon against Slashers and Notwolves multiple times, and JIST RECENTLY the whip was the only reason Chuck didn't fall to his death. Plus, we just began the process of naturalizing it as a permanent resident of these United States!
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Rolled 25, 5, 54, 91, 78 = 253 (5d100)

>>5764390
I like this argument >>5764400
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>>5764390
What is the fifth roll for?
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>>5764390
Whoops I'm a fucking dumbass. Meant 4d100, but I'll take >>5764400's 5th roll
Into consideration if ya like! Sorry, all, coffee hasn't kicked in yet
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>>5764405
Th fifth roll is to convince Uncle Sam!
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Rolled 25, 80, 38, 29 = 172 (4d100)

>>5764390
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Well, Pepper ain’t having any of our shit.
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>>5764404
We've got an extra 5th roll.... would you like me to apply it to Pepperoni? Would that be too scummy?
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>>5764473
>yes

Everything in me says no, but this is too time-sensitive to fuck up.
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>>5764473
No.
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>>5764473
>Whatever you feel is best
I'm not averse to character drama.
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Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>5764480
>>5764483
>>5764484
>YES
>NO
>MAYBE
>I DON'T KNOW
>COULD YOU REPEAT THE QUESTION
Alright you maniacs, you give me no choice... RANDOR HAS RETURRRRRNED! THE CRYSTAL PRISON HAS FAILED!

1d2! 1 means Pepper is convinced, 2 means that bitch AIN'T! Will write whatever the result is!
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>>5764483
It makes sense to me that Pepper of all people would be the most averse to this option. I doubt she wants the boy she has feelings for, and that she nearly lost, to wind up turning into a mutated parasitic host. Especially after she just saw the things that crawled out of Raj.

This is not a vote, btw. I am the anon replied to.
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Clearly this isn’t going to be as easy as you thought… but that doesn’t mean it can’t work, right? You just need to sweeten the deal a bit! Holding your GARLIC out in front of you, you take a long, steadying breath before continuing.

You understand everyone’s frustration-

“You’ve got ten seconds before I stuff that cure down your throat, kid…” Snarls Chuck as he cracks his knuckles menacingly, “... and three just passed.”

Alright, he’s definitely counting faster than you are. Funny you should mention that, Chuck, you retort as you refuse to react to his threat, because if it wasn’t for this parasite he’d be taking a midnight dip right now!

“... the hell are you talking about?” He asks, eyes narrowed by a mixture of confusion and anger.

You’re talking about this WRIST WHIP saving his ass, you continue! You’ve been using this power all night to thrash those dogs, bugs, and even Smythe… AND rescue people! Does he really think it’s gonna be easy defeating Rivka without an edge? The girl made these twelve-foot tall freaks of nature–who knows what she’s gonna bring to the table!

“Between that and marching you in with a parasite just begging to be controlled, I’ll take the cure.” The groundskeeper argues, “Not that I don’t appreciate you pullin’ my ass outta’ the fire, but-”

But NOTHING, you retort with growing anger in your tone! You’ve resisted her influence the whole night–and once you trounce her for good the parasites are bound to calm down… but that’ll never happen if you waltz in and get mulched by a turret or something! You need an ace in the hole here and he knows it!

The lab grows silent as Chuck silently considers your words until Raj’s dazed ass gives your speech a slow clap. Guess you can count on his support!

“No we don’t.”

Ah. You should’ve expected this. Watching Pepper approach you, you notice it’s not anger you see clouding her eyes…

… it’s disappointment.

>CONTD.
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>>5764673
Pep, you begin, it’s-

“Back in the mines? Behind that door? I had my exit ticket ready to go.” The girl begins as she pulls out her SAWN-OFF SHOTGUN and waves it in your face. “I was convinced that no matter how hard I fought–no matter what plan I hatched in those few moments I had before the bugs came… it would all be so much harder than just punching out.”

That’s different, you begin, this is-

“It wasn’t the dynamite or lighter that got me out of there, sandcrab,” continues the redhead in a quivering voice, “It was what you said to me… do you remember?”

… yea, you nod, you remember.

“My arm isn’t coming back.” She adds as she gives what’s left of her left arm a wiggle, And I don’t know what’s going to happen once we face Rivka, but I know this:”

Before you can react, the girl wraps you into a shaky embrace. “Maybe the parasites will calm down if we beat her… maybe they’ll die and take their hosts with them… or maybe they’ll just lash out as one last ‘screw you’...”

The girl looks up at you with misty eyes… the kind you can’t summon the strength to look away from. “However this last battle turns out… it won’t be a victory unless you walk away from it intact…”

Blinking a few tears out of her eyes, the girl tightens her grip around you as if trying to keep you from slipping away.

S-so please… have faith in yourself, Diesel… your wits, your bravery… and your STRENGTH…

Pepper’s got a good grip on you… and you’d be lying if you didn’t feel that pit forming in your stomach again… but your new ‘partner’ still isn’t convinced.

DESTROY… it intones in a wary voice, DESTROY IT…

What do?
>TAKE THE CURE.
>DESTROY THE GARLIC.
NO WRITE-INS.
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>>5764674
>>DESTROY THE GARLIC.
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>>5764674
Push pepper away because the parasite is going to lash out, and then
>TAKE THE CURE.
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>>5764677
Starting to look like we may not get a tie-breaker, anon. Would you like to debate? I’d rather not rely on the dreaded RANDOR again.
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>>5764763
Pros to destroying the garlic:
>we keep our cool super-y powers (edge over Rivka)
>we (presumably) have our parasite in-check as a naturalized AMERICAN CITIZEN
>everything a tentacle entails

Cons:
>Piss Pepper off
>may be susceptible to Rivka

I feel like we can calm Pepper down once we produce results (as in defeating Rivka, saving more lives)
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>>5764771
But also I feel like we can become even more powerful (in a good way) if we can synergize with our parasite.
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>>5764674
Ugh. I want to destroy the garlic, but Pepper trusted us.. It's our turn to trist her.

>TAKE THE CURE

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>>5764484
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>>5764777
I was literally hovering over the post button and about to change my vote and I saw this come up. Now you’ve got me sitting the damn fence.
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PARASITE CHADS RISE
PARASITE CHADS RISE
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>>5764784
She tugged my heartstrings. What can I say? Sorry wormbro. I hope Columbus can forgive us for destroying another thinking, feeling being from a new world under a flag of AAAAHAHAHA, okay, okay, I couldn't finish that with a straight face.

Still, if the parasite was being legit, I still feel bad for it.
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Gonna leave this open a little longer because I wanna give people a chance to think about it. Gotta get past this choice eventually, unfortunately! Liking the discussion, though!
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>>5764771
My biggest issue that Pepper really did just pour her heart out to us again, to the point of getting misty-eyed over it. It’d be bad enough to brush her off over that, but she’s also a female—females like to hold grudges. Especially over things like this. She’ll be pissed at us.

If comes down to the extra-dimensional, parasitic hive-mind organism whose motives and mentality are completely alien, and Pep-Pep, I think the choice is obvious.

We were doing well enough before we had the wrist whip, right?
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>>5764800
Every fight we won was after we got the parasite in us, though, if I'm remembering right.
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>>5764817
We still have a combat bonus without the parasite, I thought? Though true enough, the parasite does confer its Hunger bonus. That could be argued to have been just as dangerous as it was helpful.
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>>5764823
>>5764800

I would still be willing to take the chance with the parasite since it DOES give us higher odds of winning than without.
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>>5764677
>DESTROY GARLIC

>>5764686
>>5764777
>CURE

Alright folks, it's been a while and a half and we're on page 8... time to keep this shit chuggin' along. Good discourse, though!

WRITING

>>5764817
>>5764823
We shall indeed see....
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There’s no good answer here. Pepper’s words are comforting, sure, but even with the combined might of your dipshit friends there’s no guarantee you’ll match up with whatever Rivka’s got cooking for you… and as uncomfortable of a thought it is, you really can’t tell if your newfound might came from your own willpower, the alien parasite currently taking up lodgings inside your body…

… or a little from Column A, a little from Column B.

But power always comes with a price, doesn’t it? The devil always gets his due somehow. You’ve been able to resist THE HUNGER’S influence for a while now, but if what the mad scientist says is true, it won’t be long before even you can’t fight back any more. You’ve gotten lucky avoiding harming your friends for most of the night, but if that power you’ve gained is turned on them, well…

You already nearly lost them way too many times tonight. And if they’ve gotta go, you don’t want to be the person sending ‘em off.

Even if you can wrangle the parasite too, Pepper’s got a point–there’s really no telling what’ll happen once you thrash Rivka: On one hand, you might take over as PARASITE KING–not really a crown you were looking to inherit, but a crown nonetheless.

On the other hand, your parasite, and those still burrowed into the other party guests, might not go quietly–and as tough as you’ve become, you really don’t like the thought of something kicking and screaming so close to your vital organs!

Every answer seems like the wrong one… and you’re getting tired of having to make the call.

But in life’s kitchen, there’s always gotta be a Head Chef–and tonight you’re the one stuck wearing the hat.

You hope you’ll live to regret all of this later…

Taking a steadying breath, you give the top of Pepper’s fiery head a tender kiss.

Before shoving her away and stuffing the CURE into your mouth!

The vegetable barely passes your lips when a storm of primeval RAGE washes over you as you feel the entity dig its claws into your brain!

BETRAYER

Your jaw locks up. Your vision fades under a curtain of RED. You lose your balance, your pulse QUICKENS! A war breaks loose within your body between you and the parasites, and even with the home advantage you feel yourself losing ground!

>ROLL ME 1d100-20 t

Just when you feel yourself begin to fall, a set of large, calloused hands catch you while another, softer hand grabs your jaw!

“Get out of his BODY, YOU GODDAMN FREELOADER!

Pepper. She’s helping you CHEW!

“I GOTCHA, BRO!”

Another pair of hands snatches up your WRIST WHIP and wrestles it! RAJ!

The burn of the garlic’s juice washes over your mouth like an atomic blast–the final move in a body-wide conflict! As the parasite’s influence hangs on for dear life, it fills your mind with a shriek of complete and utter TERROR!

>CONTD.
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>>5764899
For a while, all is dark. Silent. Empty. If this is death, you think to yourself as you admire the sheer barrenness of it all, it’s… it’s not too bad!

For the first time in hours you feel alone–no entities peering over your mental shoulder, no alien creatures holding your psyche at immaterial knifepoint.

It’s just you.

A faint smile forms on your face as you bask in the calmness–for just this moment you’re left with your own thoughts… no slashers hunting you down, no megalomaniacal autists gloating about your inevitable enslavement, no Pepper taking unwarranted pictures, none of Raj’s unending dopiness, Mina’s cold stares, Rodney’s whining, Chuck’s growls, Vivian’s uh…

Cool shades....

It’s nice… for a time. But as you consider all you’ve done and who you’ve met tonight, you can’t help but feel a little lonely...

Your answer comes in the form of a rising sensation–like you were rapidly floating up from the bottom of an ocean. The blank canvas around you shifts in hue as you ascend, and the harsh cold enveloping you is slowly replaced by a familiar warmth…

Someone is holding you.

The faintest tingle of sound entering your ears is all it takes to pull you out of the pool, and as you emerge coughing and sputtering like a would-be drowning victim, you find yourself staring at the blurry, but relieved faces of your friends!

A singular word leaves your lips:

Guys…

Welcome b-back…” Giggles Pepper with a teary-eyed smile as you realize your head is resting in her lap.

“Damn, bro,” Raj mutters with his trademark grin on his much-less-pale face, “And I thought MY cure was bad…”

“It was rough, all right,” Replies Chuck with an approving look in his eyes, “But your pal Diesel here’s a fighter, kid… one of the toughest rugrats I’ve ever seen.”

Looking to your wrist, you find that your alien appendage is gone save for a faint dusting of meaty residue caked on your inner arm–even the hole it emerged from has already healed into an impressive scar.

You’ve beaten THE HUNGER, it would seem… and yet your muscles still feel broadened… your blood hot with vigor!

You clench your hand into a tight, imposing fist.

You’re still strong...

>CONTD.
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>>5764900
You linger in Pepper’s lap for a little while longer–though the slashers roaming the labs are still a threat, you’ve earned this much. And it might just be the last chance you get…

“... Diesel?”

Yea, you ask as you turn your dreamy gaze towards the redhead’s face, what’s up?

The girl opens her mouth to give another speech, but she catches herself.

“... Thank you, Diesel. Just… thanks.

You don’t need to ask what she’s talking about. Still not sure if you made the right choice or not, you settle for a noncommittal ‘eh’ and earn a flick on the forehead for your troubles! OW! I’m still sore here!

“Hate to ruin the moment,” Grunts Chuck as he offers you a hand, “But we’ve still got one more headache to deal with…”

He’s right, of course. Taking his offer of help, you let the old man pull you to your feet as you try not to focus on the cradle of bloody foam caking the ground around you… maybe passing out was a mercy.

Taking a deep breath, a thought occurs to you: the others!

“We were gonna call ‘em for ya’ on your ear thingie,” Raj explains as he prods the EARPIECE sitting snug next to your skull, “But we figured you should do the honors!”

“There’s a good chance Rivka’s gonna listen in,” Pepper explains as she smoothes out her plaid skirt and rises to her feet, “But she probably knows you and Raj are cured already…”

“So whaddaya’ think, kid?” Asks Chuck as he cocks his head to the side, “You wanna tell ‘em now?”

PASTEBIN UPDATED!
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>YEA, LET’S CHECK IN WITH THE SURVIVORS!
>NO, WE’VE STILL GOT THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE.
>CAN ONE OF YOU GUYS HANDLE IT? MIGHT BE SNEAKIER THAT WAY (WHO?)
>WRITE-IN!

Last update of the night, by the way--tired as heck from work. Should have more SATURDAY AROUND 9-10AM PST! Thanks for playing!
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>>5764902
>CAN ONE OF YOU GUYS HANDLE IT? MIGHT BE SNEAKIER THAT WAY (WHO?)
Pepper. Let her big the big damn hero with the cure (she sort of is, since we would have destroyed the garlic if she hadn't been so cute, and us chasing after her snoopy ass is what led us on the 'speedrun' path). Plus, then maybe her classmates won't hate her so much.
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>>5764902
>>5764910
+1
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>>5764910
Sure. I’m down with this.
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>>5764910
Yeah, this will surely raise her position in the social circle.
Still worst girl tho.
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>>5764910
>>5764918
>>5764947
>>5765105
>HAVE PEPPERONI DO IT!
Writing!
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You might as well, you respond as you fiddle with the gizmo on your ear, you’ll be surprised if Queen Bitch doesn’t have her henchmen kick down the door in the next two seconds! Detaching the EARPIECE and chucking it over to Pepper, you balk with embarrassment when she catches the device with her face!

Errr, let me just get that for you… As you pick up the doodad and brush the dust and grime off of its surface, the girl looks at you confused in more ways than one!

“Not gonna ask why you threw it at me, but umm… didn’t you want to-”

No, you interrupt as you give the red head’s shoulder a reassuring pat, you’re gonna leave this to the reporter–after all, she’s the one that tracked down all the answers tonight–you just kinda… provided muscle.

Pepper’s gaze shifts between you and the EARPIECE... unsure.

“I… I dunno, sandcrab…” She mutters with a nervous laugh, “They uh… I think they’d prefer it from y-”

And you’d prefer it if she told them, you retort! Now go on, reporter… REPORT!

She opens her mouth to argue more, but Pepper’s words get caught halfway out of her throat! “O-okay,” The girl stammers as resolve builds in her tone, “L-leave it to me! One newsflash… c-comin’ up! F-for all of my schoolmates…”

“Just imagine ‘em all in their underwear!” Adds Raj with a reassuring nod! “That’s what I do all the time!”

Stepping away from Raj’s gaze, you focus your attention on the door as Pepper gets situated. It’s quiet outside… too quiet.

“This is Pepper–anyone still readin’ me?” Begins the reporter in a tone befitting one of those assholes having a loud conversation on the train, “Ye-hi, Cammy… yep, still breathing… yea, he’s okay–all of us are. We’re about to finish this once and for all.”

That’s when you hear it–heavy footfalls… scores of them! Glancing towards Chuck and Raj, you and the rest of the guys get to work stacking some furniture near the entrance–not getting outta here without a fight!

“I’m gonna keep this short–we’ve found THE CURE for the parasites! It’s GARLIC!"announces Pepper with growing confidence in her voice and face! “One head will do the trick–it’s a bit of a nasty process, but Raj and Diesel are A-OK now! Can you guys grab an-yea, send some people down to the MANSION– there should be a lot in the pantries!”

The lab door shakes on its foundations from a heavy impact–though you don’t have your WRIST WHIP anymore, you definitely feel strong--and you’ve got plenty of toys left to make a stand here!

What do?
INVENTORY PASTEBIN:
https://pastebin.com/RuZL1Xgh
>BURN THE BOTTLENECK IN THE DOOR!
>STAY BACK AND BLAST ‘EM WHEN THEY ENTER!
>TRY TO GET THAT EMITTER THING IN THE LAB WORKING!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5765288
>BURN THE BOTTLENECK IN THE DOOR!
Hold 'em off so that Raj can
>TRY TO GET THAT EMITTER THING IN THE LAB WORKING!
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>>5765288
>>5765306
+1
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>>5765306
>>5765288
+2
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>>5765306
>>5765331
>>5765385
>SPICE UP THE DOOR!
>RAJ, GET THAT THING STARTED!
Here goes!
>ROLL ME 3d100--ONE FOR DIESEL, ONE FOR RAJ, AND ONE FOR CHUCK TO PROVIDE SUPPORT! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +8( +10 COMBAT BONUS, +3 BOTTLENECKED, -5 A LOT OF 'EM OUT THERE...)
>RAJ: +4(+5 COOL CUSTOMER, +2 IT'S KINDA LIKE A REACTOR... SORTA? -3 WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?)
>CHUCK: +3(+5 MILITARY TRAINING, +3 BOTTLENECKED, -5 A LOT OF 'EM)
I'll assume you're using a MOLOTOV COCKTAIL or two? FLAMETHROWER'S been empty for a little bit...
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Rolled 98, 83, 44 = 225 (3d100)

>>5765536
Using anything flammable we got that won't explode and cave the place in on us!
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>>5765538
>98+8
Jesus Christ, you're gonna light the whole damn bunker up like a Christmas Tree pal
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Rolled 56, 11, 30 = 97 (3d100)

>>5765536
Burn, baby, burn!
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Rolled 72, 26, 70 = 168 (3d100)

>>5765536
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>>5765538
>>5765543
>>5765556
You goddamn maniacs
>DIESEL: 106!
>RAJ: 87!
>CHUCK: 73!
Writing!
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While Pepper retreats behind the desk to finish her conversation, you whip out a MOLOTOV COCKTAIL from your pocket–is it hot in here, or is it just you?

“I dunno, man, feels pretty brisk-”

Raj, you interrupt, see if you can’t get that WEAPONY-LOOKING-THING working! If it can blow a hole in these freaks you want it working NOW!

“Aye aye, bro!” The skater responds with a snappy salute! “One DEATH RAY comin’ up!”

Chuck’s already kicking a METAL CRATE over to you by the time you finish with Raj. “Try an’ drop ‘em in the doorway, kid–make the bastards work for it!”

Gladly, you nod as the entrance caves inward with an ear-splitting shriek of metal! Through the opening you see a sea of coverall-wearing goons–their glowing yellow eyes illuminating the mass of black clothing like stars in the night sky! Lighting your firebomb with the GOLD LIGHTER you got back from Pepper, you chuck it just as one slasher enters carrying a TV monitor with a familiar, cackling face on it!

Trying to skip your appointment, CRETIN? I’m afraid THIS doctor DOES make house call-oh you have GOT to be kiddin-

Smashing against the screen causes the bomb to erupt in a violent conflagration that engulfs the whole doorway… and then some! Crackling from the impact and heat, Rivka shouts an unintelligible threat before the feed dies! The slasher carrying the screen is far from down and out, however, and just as he prepares to toss the broken monitor at you, his aim is knocked off-course by a chance shot to the knee!

“Don’t just stand there–keep blastin’!” Barks Chuck as he sends a few more rifle rounds into the pack leader! He doesn’t have to tell you twice!

Throwing another MOLOTOV into the fray, you swap out for your N4 RIFLE and take the lead from your elder! Though the slashers are tough, the fire and the debris blocking the entrance work well to stem the tide of mutants! You’re still outnumbered, though, and though you manage to keep them back for a time, the sound of glass breaking in the chamber outside tells you all you need to know!

“They’re breaking them out of those containment pods!”

Yes, Chuck, that’s what you were alluding to!

>CONTD.
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>>5765646
Pausing to reload, you allow yourself a sigh of relief as Pepper slides in next to you with her GRENADE LAUNCHER locked and loaded!

“They’re sending a few folks to the MANSION in an APC,” she hastily reports, “Should have enough garlic to go around… even for that shithead SMYTHE.

Good, you huff, guess that means it’s all up to us, huh?

Before either of you can answer, you get a faint whiff of ozone as something hums from behind you!

“HIT THE DECK, DUDES!”

The words scarcely exit Raj’s mouth before the chamber is bathed in a blinding green light! Whizzing past your head, the beam tears through the slasher vanguard like a hot knife through WATER! HELL YEA!

Tough though they may be, your attackers aren’t too smart–as the beam bores holes through the horde, others step in to replace them seemingly unaware of the danger the weapon holds!

It’d almost be beautiful if you didn’t see how fast the battery was draining…

“I GOT THIS!” Shouts Raj as he continues to carve a bloody swathe through the enemy lines, “JUST FIND US A WAY OUTTA’ HERE!”

You didn’t see an EMERGENCY EXIT when you came in–if there is an exit it’s probably hidden!

>ROLL ME 4d100… 1 FOR RAJ TO KEEP BLASTIN’, 3 FOR FINDING A WAY OUT! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: -3(-3 HIDDEN…)
>PEPPER: +2(+5 SNOOPIN’, -3 HIDDEN…)
>RAJ: +5(+5 COOL CUSTOMER)
>CHUCK: -3(-3 HIDDEN…)
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>>5765647
Where there’s a will, there’s a vent. Alternatively, I wonder if that gun is strong enough to put a hole in the wall?
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Rolled 61, 40, 7, 45 = 153 (4d100)

>>5765663
Somehow the dice didn’t work.
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Rolled 66, 36, 45, 74 = 221 (4d100)

>>5765647
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Rolled 64, 48, 58, 37 = 207 (4d100)

>>5765647
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>>5765664
>>5765665
>>5765670
THE ROOOOOLLLSSSS:
>DIESEL: 63!
>PEPPERONI: 50!
>RAJ: 63!
>CHUCK: 71!
Dang, Chuck and Diesel BOTH outsnooped the SNOOPER! Pepperfags on suicide watch!
Writing!
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>>5765719
You and Chuck duck under the crackling energy beam carving through the slashers after the latter takes a few more potshots at the crowd for shits and giggles! Pepper joins you too, of course, but she doesn’t exactly have to crouch being… vertically-challenged... and all.

While Raj blasts away like a kid on an arcade machine, you and your friends waste no time in ransacking the place–as easy as it’d be to carve an exit with the DEATH RAY, that’d require taking pressure off of the horde just outside. Not exactly a good idea!

Pepper takes the far corner of the lab near the computer and desks while you and Chuck tackle the areas closest to the two original bodies. Though the walls behind the corpses are streaked with burns, scrapes, and bullet holes, you know there’s gotta be something you can u-

“THERE!” Announces Chuck as he points to a sizable GRATE in the floor, “Drain! Let’s move!”

For a moment you hesitate as you wonder just what exactly needed to be drained from these testing stations, but you’re not entirely sure you wanna know the answer… and you have a feeling you’re about to find out anyways.

Rushing over to the groundskeeper, you combine your strength to rip the cover off of its moorings just as a foul odor begins to emanate from what you assume is the DEATH RAY’S BATTERY PACK! Though it’s hooked up to that power conduit in the ceiling, you get the feeling it was never tested for this amount of mayhem…

Sending Pepper down first, you motion for Chuck to follow and give him an encouraging shove when he gestures for you to go instead! Damn old man! Raj, you shout as one of those SPIDERBOTS you saw earlier skitters over the pile of sizzling slasher corpses with murderous intent in its eye, time to go, dude!

“One sec, bro!” Hastily chewing a piece of GUM he snagged from his pocket, the skater sticks the wad onto the DEATHRAY’S trigger and rushes to join you in the poop chute!

Eeuugh…

A burst of green death whizzes past your cheek before you realize that it’s coming from your arachnid adversary–specifically the small turrets on its head! Returning fire of your own using the CHINCHILL PUMP-ACTION, you smile as your attack blows the SPIDERBOT away before slipping into the crawlspace! Rivka can add those damages to your TAB!

>CONTD.
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>>5765872
You’ve had your share of bad smells tonight, but the banquet you’re treated to in the spillway is… unique, that’s for sure. Alien gore is caked along the sides of the crawlspace like the skin on the top of a pudding cup, and as you wade through the middle you feel all manners of unpleasant objects bobbing against your ankles from beneath the muck…

“Well,” sighs Pepper from up ahead, “Looks like we made a getaway… but I wouldn’t call it clean…”

“We’ve stirred up the hive for long enough,” Adds Chuck as he uses his hat to waft the smell away from his face, “Time to take down the queen.”

Sounds great, you groan, grimacing as you step on a particularly grody chunk of… stuff, but how exactly are you supposed to get in? Her lab’s got to be locked down, right? There’s no way she’s gonna let you in with a friendly knock…

“Let’s just see where this goes first!” Shrugs Raj from behind you clearly unaffected by the surrounding filth, “Maybe it’ll be a shortcut or something!”

Your unorthodox path proves to not be a ‘shortcut’, per se, but a chance split in the road takes you upwards… and when your gang of misfits reaches another grate you find yourself overlooking the entrance to the bunker–the one just past the SECURITY CHECKPOINT where you left your burning vehicle! Peering down at the corridor, you find it devoid of any slashers for the moment, but there’s no telling what the entrance to the MATTER DISPLACEMENT LAB looks like!

Being the sneakiest in the crew, Pepper pops open the grate and delicately lowers herself to the floor before scampering down the hall towards your destination! Peering around the corner like a voyeur, she takes a moment before rushing back over to your haunt!

“Big catwalk, chief… suspended over another one of those endless-looking pits that have gotta be an OSHA VIOLATION. I dunno if there’s a connection through the walls, but…”

But it might be worth a shot, you interrupt. There is some more vent to traverse–maybe you’ll get lucky?

Then again, every moment you take is just more prep time for Rivka…

Where to?
>THE DIRECT APPROACH: YOU’LL BLOW THE LAB OPEN IF YOU HAVE TO!
>THE SORTA-DIRECT APPROACH: IF THERE’S AN ALTERNATE ENTRANCE, IT’LL BE CLOSER TO THE LAB!
>THE NOT-SO-DIRECT APPROACH: KEEP ROOTING THROUGH THE VENTS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5765881
>THE DIRECT APPROACH: YOU’LL BLOW THE LAB OPEN IF YOU HAVE TO!
Violence solves everything.
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>>5765881
>THE SORTA-DIRECT APPROACH: IF THERE’S AN ALTERNATE ENTRANCE, IT’LL BE CLOSER TO THE LAB!
We don’t have the firepower necessary to blast those doors open. We can’t waste grenades on it. We’ll need them.
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>>5765913
Switch me to the other anon’s vote if this turns into a tie for too long.
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>>5765881
>>THE DIRECT APPROACH: YOU’LL BLOW THE LAB OPEN IF YOU HAVE TO!
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>>5765909
>>5765957
>>5765947
>DIRECT!
Writing!
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The night’s gone on for long enough. You’ve bested Rivka’s parasites, eluded her death traps, and routed a good deal of her brutish army… but for all of her bluster and pride you get the feeling she’s already moved on to PLAN C by now… hell, she might even be on PLAN L!

Not to mention she’s holed up in a teleporter lab with backup power slowly returning. Not a recipe for success.

Rather than help Pepper back into the vents, you join her on the ground and confidently stride in the direction of the MATTER DISPLACEMENT LAB!

“H-hey, wait a sec, Dee!”

No time, you fire back, we’re handling this once and for all!

Rounding the corner, you see exactly what the girl meant by an OSHA VIOLATION--this room is a certified NIGHTMARE! A long, broad catwalk sits suspended over a yawning abyss reaching deep into the ground below along with a massive cylindrical building sitting above the pit like a metal cocoon!

All that separates you from the mastermind behind this horrible night is one last door sealed by what appears to be a CARD READER at its base: no monsters, no machines, no pineapples!

“So this is it, huh?” Remarks Chuck as he joins you with Raj close behind, “You think it’s too much to ask that she doesn’t pull any more horseshit?”

Does he really want the answer to that question? The old man shrugs his broad shoulders.

“Nah…”

>CONTD.
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>>5766184
Before you can proceed any further, your way is blocked by the arrival of four very familiar metal orbs… arranging into a square formation, you brace yourself for what is certain to be LOADS of fun to listen to…
https://youtu.be/cxoAHgtVyK0
So you’ve finally arrived upon my threshold… INTACT, no less!” Chirps Rivka’s flickering hologram as a menacing grin forms on her pale face! “Yes, you’re rather tenacious for an outlier… but I’m afraid my plans to SHOW THEM ALL can’t proceed until you’ve ceased your incessant meddling in my affairs…

The only thing that’s gonna be ceasing around here is her, you snarl! Her… her BREATHING, that is!

No one laughs, cheers, or backs you up. Rivka looks unimpressed. Damn it, you HAD something prepared for this!

Shut your banana hole, APE. I come bearing one final warning… and an OFFER, should you be wise enough to receive it! Lucky you!

“Whatever it is, we don’t want it!” Shouts Pepper! “Now quit hiding behind words an-”

Muzzle your pet, please, Diesel, I have neither the patience nor the time to talk over her incessant yapping.” Leaning in closer to whatever’s filming her face, the scientist brushes some of her blue hair out of her face and smiles!

Now then… shall we parley, or shall we skip to the main course?

What say you?
>FINE, LET’S HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!
>I’VE GOT SOME QUESTIONS FIRST!
>NO WAY, BITCH. SEE YA INSIDE REAL SOON!
>JUST BLAST THE STUPID PROJECTORS AND CONTINUE.
>DON’T ANSWER. PEEVE HER OFF A BIT!
>WRITE-IN!

Last update of the night--should have more SUNDAY AROUND 12-1PM PST! Seeya then! Also check out the SICK ART by SirenQM! Everybody's least-favorite science bitch!
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>>5766185
>FINE, LET’S HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!
Maybe she'll give up some clue in her arrogant rambling.
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>>5766185
>>FINE, LET’S HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
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>>5766185
>WRITE-IN!

Actually I've been curious, how did the Egyptians catch you anyway?
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>>5766185
>JUST BLAST THE STUPID PROJECTORS AND CONTINUE.
She’s stalling.

Plus, this’ll piss her off good.
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>>5766194
Oh, that's good! Adding that to >>5766187

>>5766185
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>>5766185
>FINE, LET’S HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!
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>>5766185
>Fine, let's hear what you have to say!
She is desperate
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>>5766185
>JUST BLAST THE STUPID PROJECTORS AND CONTINUE.
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>>5766187
>>5766190
>>5766224
>>5766284
>FINE!

>>5766194
>>5766207
>AND ASK ABOUT EGYPT HAHAH FUCKING LOSER

>>5766204
>>5766298
>BLAST 'EM!

Writing! Gonna try to work in the Egypt question somehow...
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You trust this bitch about as far as you can throw her, and while you can probably throw her pretty damn far you… you know what? Bad analogy. Still, you’d be surprised if she didn’t give away something useful while blabbing, and your pals can think of a way in while she talks at you. Seems like a good deal!

Fine, you groan, you’ll hear her out… guess this means your pals will just have to get comfortable and LOOK AT THE DOOR...

If your gang comprehends the hidden meaning behind your words, they don’t show it. Rivka, on the other hand, seems delighted!

Always refreshing to observe uncharacteristic sense in lesser-minded individuals, however fleeting it may be!

You’re full of surprises, you grunt as you hastily motion for her to continue, get to the damn point already!

The point is thus:” The scientist growls as she leans in close, “As entertaining as this little scientific romp has been, it’s clearly run its course. Due to what I can only assume to be the work, or lack thereof, of my incompetent lab drones, you’ve miraculously managed to CURE yourselves.

So she can sense that, you think to yourself, wonder what would’ve happened if you kept it…

Simply put, the experiment has been contaminated by too many rogue variables, but the methods I developed were sound! Therefore it’s only prudent that I review my findings and return to the proverbial ‘drawing board’... which is where YOU come in.

If she thinks you’re gonna let her run away-

I AM NOT ‘RUNNING AWAY!’” The blue-haired girl shrieks, filling the chamber with ear-splitting feedback! “Ahem… I mean… I’m merely offering you and your little pets a way out! My offer is thus: turn around right now and exit the lab. You and the rest of the survivors shall remain untouched, for I shall command my thralls to devour themselves from the inside-out before I make my departure through the MATTER DISPLACEMENT DEVICE!

“So the teleporter’s working again, hm?” Asks Pepper as she shoots you a sideways glance.

MATTER. DISPLACEMENT. DEVICE! Would it KILL you to use the correct terminology?! But yes… despite your ‘creative engineering’ in the POWER SECTOR it has already built up a significant charge… enough to ferry me far away from this wretched rock, at least.

So she IS running! Hah!

>CONTD.
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Oh LOOK, it’s trying to THINK!” Rivka coos as she rests her cheek on her hand like a mother fawning over her child doing a somersault! “A quaint theory… adorable, really, but try to briefly consider the reality of your situation… just… just THINK for a moment, would you? I’ll give you some time, don’t worry!

Counterargument, you grunt, you’ll give her two seconds to explain before you blast these projectors into scr-

Very well, I nearly forgot how SIMPLE you all are…” Groans Rivka with a dramatic eyeroll. “At the moment my thralls have been ordered to annihilate everyone on the island. You may have eliminated a few using MY ATOMIC DISPERSAL PROTOTYPE in the lab, but do you and your merry band of misfits truly have the supplies and energy left to fight off the rest of my army?

She leans in close again filling half of the screen with her admittedly impressive cleavage. FOCUS, DIESEL!

Getting sweepy yet? Babies need a nappy-wappy, hmm?

You’ve managed to survive all night, you counter in a confident tone, you’ll manage until the cops show up!

I’m SURE you will!” The scientist scoffs! “As will the rest of the coast once my thralls find their way to the mainland! Did you know the parasite can survive underwater? I found that rather interesting!

And if you take her up on her offer she’ll turn ‘em all off, huh?

Precisely! Let Hauser take the fall for it all–I mean… he already DID, didn’t he? Get it!?” The blue-haired girl says with a cheeky giggle! “All jokes aside, I never forget a grudge, Diesel Crash…” She purrs with a hint of malice behind her Cheshire smile, “Nor do I forget a favor… unlike SOME people you could mention…

As Pepper awkwardly shifts from foot to foot, Chuck responds with a derisive snort. “Or we just snuff ya’ out. Reckon that’ll take care of the parasites too.”

Statistically unlikely, bordering on the impossible!” Rivka replies with a dismissive shrug! “Take a look behind you–perhaps what you see will… grease the wheels, so to speak!

As the mad scientist cackles, you glance behind you to find a crowd of SLASHERS gathering from whence you came! Idling at the end of the catwalk, you can tell all they need is the go-ahead…

Oh DEAR!” Exclaims Rivka as she presses both of her hands against her cheeks in mock shock, “I certainly hope those brutes move… you’d be TRAPPED!

Her mouth curls into a sadistic smirk.

Well that’s fine… they won’t take their time picking you apart… theoretically...

As tension builds on the catwalk, you hear a quiet ‘bzzt’ from Pepper’s mouth as she glances at the KEYCARD READER ahead…

You’d have to act fast…

>CONTD.
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>>5766520
Please take all the time you need to consider my offer!” Rivka interrupts as she playfully taps her head with a finger! “The lab isn’t at 100% charge yet, but soon-

You have to ask, you interrupt, what’s stopping her from just getting caught again if you let her escape? Didn’t Hauser find her in some Egyptian prison?

TCH! And I was just about to enact my BLOODY REVENGE against my captors as well…” The scientist scoffs as she rolls her eyes in disdain! “Were it not for my ‘hasty parole’ provided by my ex-employer, that backwater country wouldn’t be on the map anymore! I’d like to see their ‘ancient curses’ and ‘ancestral guardians’ hold a candle to my VAST and INCALCULABLE INTELLECT!

Yea, about that, you mutter as you stealthily rummage through your pocket to find your STUN STAFF, how’d they even capture her anyways? Seems like a cop-out.

Rivka responds by grabbing hold of whatever’s broadcasting her face and yanking it inches away from her! “THEY DON’T ALLOW YOU TO TAKE PICTURES ON THE SPHINX! THEY DON’T. ALLOW YOU. TO TAKE PICTURES. ON. THE. SPHIIIINX! UNFORGIVABLE GARGOYLES, DEPRIVING US OF THAT RIGHT! SPOUTING FOOLISHNESS ABOUT ‘CHIPPING THE MASONRY’... I DID THE CALCULATIONS! MY PHYSIQUE IS PERFECT-

You can’t help but laugh at that, nor can your friends! Wait a sec, you stammer, she… she got nabbed by some Rent-A-Cops… at a TOURIST TRAP!?

HAH! As if some greasy DONUT CHASERS could contain ME!” The scientist scoffs as she regains some of her composure, “I ignored their chittering, of course! But when they gave chase I lost my footing near the Sphinx’ head…” The pride slowly wanes from her tone as she realizes what she’s explaining. “A-anyways, it doesn’t matter! And the SCIENCE SYMPOSIUM held in CAIRO was INFANTILE, at best! Like a grade school science fair! Calling it ‘jejune’ would be giving it far too much credit! BLEH!

She may look a little older than you, especially in certain… areas... but as smart as she supposedly is, Rivka’s pretty dang immature…

ENOUGH! Time to choose: will you save your fellow neanderthals, or will you DOOM them all to slow, painful, and entirely UNNECESSARY deaths?

What say you?
>FINE, LET’S DEAL!
>I WANNA ALTER THE DEAL A BIT…
>BLAST THE PROJECTORS AND GO FOR THE DOOR!
>ONE MORE QUESTION!
>WRITE-IN!
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Oh look, found some scrapbook photos
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>>5766521
>ONE MORE QUESTION!
How deep did she get her head stuck in the sand after she fell from the spinx?
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>>5766521
>>5766590
Support!
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>>5766590
>>5766603
>ONE MORE THIIIIING
Writing!
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One more question, you reply as your hand finds the STUN STAFF it was searching for in the depths of your pockets: how deep did her head get stuck in the sand? Y’know… when she fell off the Sphinx?

For a moment the scientist looks happy to answer the question–knowing her she probably calculated the distance. Or at least would claim she did. But as she raises her pointer finger in the air and opens her mouth to explain, malice creeps back into her expression…

You… you’re suggesting my mind… my mind is FLAWED, aren’t you!?

We-

AREN’T YOU!?” She snarls, causing the projectors to bob from the sudden volume change! “I can surmise EXACTLY what you’re poking at, DIESEL CRASH! You believe my mind was damaged in the fall–that I’m MALFUNCTIONING!

Look-

She’s shaking her monitor now! In both hands! YIKES!

YOU’RE IMPLYING MY BRAIN, MY THOUGHTS, MY INNOVATIONS, EVERYTHING I’VE ACHIEVED… IT’S ALL FLAWED!

The army of slashers behind you shifts a bit–they’re barely being held back…

I AM PROFESSOR RIVKA ILLYANKA BERTRUGER! WHILE YOU AND YOUR ILK WERE MERE TODDLERS STUMBLING AROUND ON FAT, TREMBLING LEGS, I WAS ESCAPING MY CRIB WITH TOOLS BUILT FROM TOYS AND HOUSEHOLD GOODS! WHILE YOU WERE LEARNING YOUR ABC’S, I WAS DISSECTING THE NEIGHBORHOOD PETS! WHILE YOU WERE GRADUATING ELEMENTARY SCHOOL, I WAS PERFECTING MYSELF THROUGH GENE-SPLICING! AND WHILE YOU WERE POPPING PIMPLES IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, I WAS GIVING MY LOBOTOMIZED PARENTS THEIR FIRST COMMANDS!

Her face is flushed, her goggles steaming! Grinding her teeth so hard you can HEAR it, the mad scientist prods the monitor with a gloved finger!

Choose your next words very. VERY. CAREFULLY…” She hisses, “DEAL. OR. NO DEAL.

Well?
>REFUSE THE DEAL AND GET TO WORK!
>ACCEPT THE DEAL! THIS CREEP AIN’T WORTH THE EFFORT!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5766656
>WRITE-IN!
Blast the projectors and have Pepper launch a grenade at the catwalk behind us to hopefully blow it down and prevent the slashers from following. Don’t even say anything.
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>>5766682
>>5766656
+1
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>>5766656
>>5766682
+1 Aye yup. This sounds like fun.


I have to wonder how well she'd fair in the parasite's homeworld, against queens with no doubt decades of experience, but best not to risk it.
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>>5766682
>>5766701
>>5766721
>HERE'S MY ANSWER!
Let's see some rolls!
>ROLL ME 4d100, 1 FOR PEPPER TO DO HER THING, 3 FOR BLASTING THE PROJECTORS! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +8 (+10 COMBAT BONUS, -2 SMALL TARGETS)
>PEPPER: +5(+5 NO-LONGER DUBIOUS FIREARM EXPERIENCE)
>RAJ: +3(+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -2 SMALL TARGETS)
>CHUCK: +4 (+5 MILITARY TRAINING, -1 SMALL TARGETS, BUT NOT FOR HIM!)
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Rolled 76, 5, 9, 34 = 124 (4d100)

>>5766772
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Rolled 25, 1, 76, 92 = 194 (4d100)

>>5766772
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>>5766784
Lmao
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Rolled 60, 65, 86, 92 = 303 (4d100)

>>5766772
Can we get a one-hundred for fucking once?
>>5766784
Pepper why
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>>5766783
>>5766784
>>5766793
Now THERE'S a gal that needs to get lucky! LITERALLY! Anyways let's do this thing... Pepperoni's setting a new record, ain't she?
THE ROLLS:
>DIESEL: 84!
>PEPPER: GUESS!
>RAJ: 79!
>CHUCK: 96!
Writing!
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You choose your next words VERY carefully. So carefully, in fact, that you don’t even choose any at all! Drawing your N4 RIFLE, you, Raj, and Chuck fill the projector units full of lead! Screeching like a banshee, Rivka’s projection makes a vague gesture before fading, prompting the horde of slashers to charge towards you like a rowdy crowd of soccer fans!

“Leave this to ME!” Smirks Pepper as she draws her GRENADE LAUNCHER from her pocket! Aiming it at the catwalk between you and your new fans, she sticks her tongue out in concentration before pulling the trigger!

Fzzzt.

And nothing happens.

“Err…” Stammers the girl as she glances at her weapon with wide eyes, “I erm… I think it’s jammed...”

“Yea, I think so too…” Nods Raj as if Pepper actually needed an answer.

The four of you share a quiet moment of inner panic before the projectors crash into the catwalk near you, and unlike Pepper’s explosive ordnance, they DO blow up!

“What say we put that plan of yours into motion, slick?” Asks Pepper with a contrite and somewhat embarrassed look on her face! “Chop-chop?”

“Unload that damn grenade from the chamber first!” Snarls Chuck as he steps away from one of the projector’s impact sites!

The floor creaking beneath you and the approaching monsters give you plenty of motivation! Scampering towards the KEYCARD READER next to the door, your property damage pays off earlier than you expected when the catwalk breaks beneath your feet!

>ROLL ME 4d100 TO HOP, SKIP, AND JUMP OVER TO THE DOOR AND GET IT OPEN! BEST OF 3! BONUSES:
>DIESEL: +3(+5 SPEED BONUS, -2 UNEVEN FOOTING)
>PEPPER: +3(+5 QUIT SCREWING UP IN FRONT OF DIESEL! -2 UNEVEN FOOTING)
>RAJ: +3(+5 COOL CUSTOMER, -2 UNEVEN FOOTING)
>CHUCK: +3(+5 MILITARY TRAINING, -2 UNEVEN FOOTING)
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Rolled 2, 13, 18, 27 = 60 (4d100)

>>5766811
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Sorry, lemme update that pic....
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Rolled 67, 74, 47, 4 = 192 (4d100)

>>5766811
Rolling!

>>5766818
Kek.
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Rolled 10, 67, 80, 96 = 253 (4d100)

>>5766811
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>>5766818
Lol
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>>5766813
>>5766842
>>5766843
THE ROOOOLLLS:
>DIESEL: 70!
>PEPPER: 77!
>RAJ: 83!
>CHUCK: 99!
Writing! We're on page 9 so... I guess we'll see what happens? No clue when to archive and start new threads any more...
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You’ve been doing this crap all night–why should this be any different? Leading the charge across the collapsing catwalk, you barely manage to make it across as chunks of the metal walkway cave in mere seconds after being trod on! What the hell is this made out of? Balsa Wood!?

You don’t have time to think about it for very long–leaping from piece to piece like you were trapped in some safety inspector’s nightmare, you’re the first to reach the KEYCARD READER! In place of any text or scanners, however, laughs a pixelated picture of Rivka’s face! Good thing you brought a skeleton key!

Sparks fly and the gate groans as you extend and stab the STUN STAFF’s business-end into the terminal! Just like the one in the Mine Labs, the door creaks open just long enough for you to let your friends through!

You let Pepper slide through first just to be safe, then Raj, then Chuck, and finally YOU! Slipping underneath the door, you panic for a moment when SMYTHE’S DUMB HAT slips off of your head and onto the other side of the trembling door! Snatching as fast as you can, you pull the headwear in with you just as the door slams shut with a decisive CLANG!

For a moment, all is quiet. The chaos outside is drowned out by the closed airlock, and the room you’ve scurried into is empty save for a few rows of LOCKERS, a FIRST AID KIT on the wall, some HAZMAT SUITS strewn about like the clothes in your room, and of course one last MASSIVE AIRLOCK leading into what you can only assume to be the MATTER DISPLACEMENT LAB!

“Welp,” Remarks Chuck as he brushes the soot off of his coat, “Reckon our near-death experiences are in the triple digits now, but we finally made it…”

“Hope that bitch is ready for her close up…” Hisses Pepper as she fixes her GRENADE LAUNCHER!

“You wanna do the honors, bro?” Asks Raj as he points to the lone KEYCARD READER standing between you and Rivka.

What do?
>LET’S GO.
>TALK TO SOMEONE REAL QUICK! (WHO?)
>CALL A PAL! (WHO?)
>SEARCH THE LOCKERS!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5766884
>CALL A PAL! (WHO?)
Ask Mina and Darren what sort of genetic augmented chicanery we might expect, given her comments about her youth.

Meanwhile, the others can...
>RAID THE LOCKERS
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>>5766872
Pepper is cursed, depends how long it will take to wrap up the quest.
>>5766884
>SEARCH THE LOCKERS!
Then
>LET’S GO.
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>>5766884
>>5766888
+1
And then
>LET’S GO.
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>>5766892
This one here.
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>>5766888
>>5766892
>>5766893
>>5766914
LET'S DO 'EM ALL! Might just stay safe and call it before the BIG BATTLE--will most likely have epilogue crap to do too... hm. Anyways, WRITING
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>>5766948
>will most likely have epilogue crap to do
Not unless we keep up our tradition of rolling 1’s.
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>>5766991
>Not unless
Not if*
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Everyone poke around, you announce as you give the door to the lab a glare that would make Mina proud! Except for Pepper–you need something real quick!

“Roger!” Raj replies, “Hey old dude–you think there might be a LASER GUN around here somewhere?”

Chuck grunts in response as the redhead scurries over to your side with a mixture of confusion and excitement on her face! “So this is it, huh, sandcrab? The final showdown!”

Yep, you smirk, but you’ve got one more thing to take care of before that… the girl cocks her head to the side, her curious eyes ballooning to comical size as you hold your hand out to her!

“E-erm…” She stammers, “I… I mean I guess I ca-”

Quit wasting time you goof, you need your EARPIECE back! Let’s go! Snapping your fingers doesn’t really do much to dispel the sour look on Pepper’s face, but it does get her to hand over the goods a little quicker! Popping it back into the small of your ear, you give the redhead’s hair a grateful tousle! Thanks, Pep!

“Hmph… you’re lucky you’ve been so heroic all night…” She grumbles as she struggles to suppress the grin forming on her face. “... and I’M pretty lucky I ran into you, huh?”

Knowing her, you counter, she shouldn’t say ‘lucky’ very loud… now go make sure Raj and Chuck don’t blow each other up–you’ve got one more thing you wanna ask the Hausers…

“Woof… wouldn’t want to be them right now…” Pepper remarks with a hint of sympathy in her tone. “Even though most of this is on Rivka and their pops, it’s gonna be hell for ‘em once they get back to the mainland…”

Yea, you sigh, but they won’t be facing it alone–not if you have anything to say about it, at least.

“Guess it’s a good thing I ignored Mina and collected all that evidence, huh, slick?” Smirks Pepper as she taps the side of her DIGITAL CAMERA! “Looks like honest journalism wins agai-”

Honest is pushing it, you groan as you nudge her butt with your foot earning an uncharacteristically girly yelp in response! Now get snoopin’--you’re not going into a fight unprepared!

“Aye aye!” She salutes and winks before running off to do what she does best! Watching her skip off, you utter a curt greeting into the EARPIECE– Mina? Darren? You guys read?

Diesel.” Purrs a familiar and warmer-than-usual voice, “Tell me it’s over.”

It ain’t, you sigh, but you can see the end from here…

>CONTD.
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>>5766996
Your ear is tickled by a weary sigh–one with too many emotions in it to properly pick apart. “Tell me what I can do to help. Everyone’s fine over here aside from Smythe–we’re feeding him the cure piece by piece.”

Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, you smirk. Speaking of baddies, what does she know about Rivka anyways?

“Very little, I’m afraid…” Replies the heiress with even less enthusiasm than usual. “Until now I was convinced there was no Rivka Bertruger working for HAUSER--just Nurse Mabel... you probably know everything Dare and I do, if not more so by now.”

Maybe not, you shrug–the crazy bitch mentioned splicing her genes when she was a kid… and you thought-

“You thought about Darren and I.” Mina guesses with a hint of bemusement in her tone. “It certainly explains her hair color… Well, you already know the basics: expect her to be much stronger, faster, and more durable than she looks–gene manipulation can be extremely subtle if done by professionals… but given her clown hair, well… who can say?”

So avoid close-quarters, you nod to yourself, gotcha.

“Not necessarily.” Replies the Class Prez, “If she’s coasted on augmented strength her whole life then she might be taken off-guard by an actual dyed-in-the-wool fighter… It's why Dare and I take self-defense courses.”

Anything else?

“There is one thing…” The heiress answers with a bit of hesitation in her voice, “Don’t underestimate her, Diesel–if anyone can finish this, well… it’s you.”

Another pause.

“... and I-erm, WE all want you to come back safe and sound.”

Any last words for the Class Prez?
>I’LL COME BACK, DON’T WORRY!
>I’M GONNA NEED MUCH MORE THAN A TIP FOR ALL THIS, Y’KNOW.
>SORRY ABOUT… EVERYTHING.
>YOU’RE NOT SCHEMING AT ALL OVER THERE, RIGHT?
>NOTHING. YOU’VE GOT A BATTLE TO WIN!
>WRITE-IN!
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>>5766998
> I’LL COME BACK, DON’T WORRY!
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>>5766998
>>I’LL COME BACK, DON’T WORRY!
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>>5767022
>>5767036
>I'LL COME BACK!
Writing the last update of the night... and possibly THE THREAD???? BUHGwUUUUUUH?
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Interactions with Mina tend to have you leaving them cold–like you just stepped into a blizzard in your undies. Obviously there are outliers, namely the two instances where you walked away after getting smooched… and then some, but this conversation, well…

She believes in you. You can taste it.

Don’t worry, you reply in a tone that hopefully captures how you feel, you’ll be back! She’s gonna have a hard time getting rid of you–that’s a promise!

You’re rewarded with a quiet giggle. A somber one, sure, but a Mina giggle nonetheless.

“I know you will. And when you do…” The heiress pauses mid-sentence to choose her words carefully. “... I imagine things will become very busy once this night ends, but whatever happens, Diesel, I’ll make time for you–you can count on that.”

You’ll hold her to it, you reply, but now you’ve got a scientist to trounce!

“Mop the floor with her, Diesel–she won’t hesitate to do the same.”

You know. Bye, Mina, and thanks… for everything.

Another rueful laugh. “Some host I turned out to be. Good luck, not that you’ll need it.”

The line goes dead just as your pals return with a healthy amount of party favors–namely boxes of AMMO. LOTS!

“I figure this’ll hold us over until the end of the night!” Smirks Raj as he balances a wobbling tower of N4 MAGAZINES on his head, “Go on, bro–take as many as you can carry!”

“And don’t be stingy with ‘em either...” Warns Chuck as he pockets a few more boxes of RIFLE AMMO, “Ammo can be replaced, sure, but the guy carryin’ the gun?” He finishes his sentence with a slow shake of his head. “Ready when you are, kid.”

YOU HAVE ENOUGH AMMO TO INVADE A SMALL COUNTRY NOW! NO MORE AMMO RESTRICTIONS, BABY! GO NUTS!

>CONTD.
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Loading up as much as your pockets can carry (and that, it turns out, is a LOT, you take a position in front of the door leading to the MATTER DISPLACEMENT LAB and are quickly joined by your friends!

“Seeya on the other side, bro!” Smiles Raj as he bumps your fist! “When we get back to the mainland, drinks are on MOI!” The skater stares blankly at the door for a moment. “Err… non-alcoholic, probably–last time I raided the store’s liquor section my dad spit vodka in my eyes…”

Reeling from that sudden revelation, you’re powerless to react when Pepper plants a peck on the cheek!

“Not that we’re gonna fail or anything, chief,” She mutters behind her blushing cheeks, “But um… I’m really glad I met you on the boat tonight…”

Mustering her courage, the girl meets your eyes with fire in hers! “And I’m not gonna let you down in there! Bet on it, sandcrab!”

You will, you nod, assuming you get paid for any of this crap you’re about to do!

“Kid,” Chuck remarks with a snort, “I figure you’re bona fide maintenance staff by now with all the cleanup you’ve been doin’.”

Yea, well, you scoff back, ‘Janitorial Work’ isn’t exactly your dream job…

Exchanging one last nod, the group stands ready as you jam your STUN STAFF into the KEYCARD READER... and just like the one behind you, it doesn’t take long for the airlock to rumble open!

A wave of cool, medicine-scented mist is the first to meet you… along with another smell–one you’d recognize anywhere, but never expected to be in here!

MAPLE SYRUP…

Past the sugary fog stands a colossal metal archway–the space within humming and pulsating with otherworldly energy!

And yet despite all of her bluster, threats, and gloating…

“Where… where’s the nurse?” Asks Raj.

RIVKA’S NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!

END OF PART 2!
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And that’s all for now, folks, not because I’ve got nothing planned, but because Page 9 is making me nervous and we’ve still got lots of stuff to cover! Don’t worry–the next thread will be chock full of tasty stuff too!

I never expected SLICE to finish up this quickly, nor did I expect it to go very long, but I appreciate all of you (lurkers, players, and everyone in between) for participating! I know there have been rough times COUGHDEADPEPPERCOUGH, but thanks for sticking with me as I feed my unhealthy addiction to writing stupid interactive stories with people on the internet! It’s been a blast so far and I hope we can end strong!

My work schedule’s gonna remain the same, but I also wanna do this third (and probably final) thread right, so for now assume THREAD 3 will pop up on SATURDAY at the latest! I might get inspired to start earlier than that, but chances are with how sleepy I’ve been after work I might just save it for September 23rd.

The thread is archived HERE in case you wanna see it… in archive form, I guess?
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5733791/

Until then you can always reach me on my Twitter:
https://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/2023/5697599/

And can check out the Imgur page here:
https://imgur.com/a/pR0KEF5

We covered a bunch of ground this time around, so feel free to ask any questions you like! Speaking of, I have a few for YOU if you desire to answer them!

>1) What was your favorite part of the thread?
>2) What was your least favorite part?
>3) At the end of it all, who’s your favorite character?
>4) Who’s your least favorite character? Did they change?
>5) What scene(s) would you like to play in the epilogue?
>6) If you could change 1 choice, what would it be? Why?
>7) Choose a character. What do you think they’d wear to a Halloween party?
>8) If you were invited to the grad bash, what would YOU do? Who would you hang out with? Assume the later shit doesn’t happen…
>9) Anything I coulda' done better in this thread? Anything I did okay in?
>10) Slice Quest Gaiden time: who or what would you like to see a sidestory about?

I leave you with a picture of the RED MENACE courtesy of SirenQM--she's a cutie, can't deny it! I'll be lurking in the thread too, so don't be shy if you have any other comments, critiques, or questions! You're the best!
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>>5767081
>1
You know it. I know it. It has to be the minecarts.
>2
Pepper's "death" on a meta level, for the big blowup over that. Honestly, not sure how I feel about her becoming un-deaded after we had that quite serious segment and discussion with the verdict that she should actually die.
>3
Gotta be our broboy Raj.
>4
It *was* Rodney (I presume this was an intended reaction), but he's grown on me. He might be a dickwad, but he's our dickwad.
>5
Figuring out how to get back to Uncle Emilio's without getting shouted at for being late and losing our pizza box
Pepper furiously shitposting with one arm on /news/ in the Hauser Leaks Megathread
Mina kicking doors and cleaning house to bring the rogue company back to heel
>6
While not necessarily a change, I want to see what's down the other tracks
>7
Rodney as himself
>8
Pass on that one, wasn't there much for that bit of the quest
>9
no thoughts head empty the sun's coming up and I have no neurons left
>10
What the crew back at base got up to while we were off at the mine, or the survival story of someone off on their own
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>>5767081
>>5767081
>1) What was your favorite part of the thread?
The fight with Smythe or the return of Pepper and Moose, probably.

>2) What was your least favorite part?
Killing the parasite we'd just befriended (maybe?), but it was good drama.

>3) At the end of it all, who’s your favorite character?
Raj. Pepper is close, though. Rivka and Rodney are good, too.

>4) Who’s your least favorite character? Did they change?
I don't really have one. Maybe the twins? They're obnoxious, but that's on purpose, so they will are written well.

>5) What scene(s) would you like to play in the epilogue?
Returning to work and Pizza Mind. A date with Pepper. Beyond that, surprise me!

>6) If you could change 1 choice, what would it be? Why?
I wish we hadn't speedrun everything, but I also can't say I would have done anything different as far as prioritizing making things right with Pepper went.

>7) Choose a character. What do you think they’d wear to a Halloween party?
Chuck as The Man With No Name.

>8) If you were invited to the grad bash, what would YOU do? Who would you hang out with? Assume the later shit doesn’t happen…
Vivian's burgers can't be beat!

>9) Anything I coulda' done better in this thread? Anything I did okay in?
Nothing springs to mind.

>10) Slice Quest Gaiden time: who or what would you like to see a sidestory about?
Libby. She has magic fire powers?? WHAT??
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>>5767081
>What was your least favorite part?
The big deus ex machina cavalry arrival on the mountain. Not because Pepper turned out to be alive (still worst girl tho), but because she, Raj and Rodney just curbstomped every enemy, invalidating our efforts and risks.
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>>5767081
>1
As much as I actually hated it, it was when Pepper supposedly died. I actually felt that hard—like, watching your favorite character in a movie you’re invested in die, felt that.
>2
I was simultaneously happy and pretty disappointed when Pepper came back.
>3
Diesel himself.
>4
Rodney. Hated him at first, but he grew on me towards the end.
>5
Getting drawn into Pepper’s illicit and voyeuristic shenanigans.
>6
I’m sure there’s something, but I can’t think of anything.
>7
Diesel seems like the kind of guy to ride motorcycles. So I’d like to see him dressed as the Ghost Rider.
>9
I really, really, really, really think the Pepper coming back thing could have been done a lot better. One anon said a while back when she bit it that if you didn’t kill her, there should be lasting consequences. I felt a little betrayed having invested that much emotion into her death just for her to come blasting back into the scene at the pivotal moment. Art’s return felt excusable because he didn’t have the dice actually screaming for his demise. It wasn’t so much that she came back, because I kind of suspected you were going to do something like that, but HOW she came back. I think maybe you could have had Rivka get a hold of her barely living body and use her as ransom against us. Or maybe turn her into a monster and force us to either spend valuable time trying to cure her, or put her down.
>10
Maybe the events from the perspective of another character. Like Pepper when she took off for the mine. Or Raj and Rodney having to figure things out after Diesel went full Hunger and left them behind. It probably wouldn’t make for a good quest on account of it taking place on a storyline that’s already happened, but I’d like to look into the other character’s heads a little bit. See how they thought and felt. See Diesel from a different perspective.
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>>5767128
>>5767237
>>5767874
Thanks for being candid and honest--I expected Pepper's death to be pretty crunchy, but you're absolutely right, it could've been done a LOT better. I think I was trying to go for the Art thing a little too much, subconsciously or otherwise, and the end result was... lackluster, to say the least. Especially in a game where I promised people CAN die. I could blame the extremely shitty dice, of course, but that's no excuse, really.

I particularly like the idea of Rivka getting ahold of her--would've definitely added more tension and made the Mountaintop fight a little more interesting, to say the least. Always appreciate you guys being honest with me--I don't know what my next project will be (or if there will even be one), but I really do appreciate the feedback especially when it's actually constructive! Thanks again for supporting me--couldn't have done this crap without you all!
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>>5768074
I hope you run more quests Libby occult quest when because lord knows this site can always use someone talented, passionate, and who isn't a flake or a prick. This was a blast and, if you return, I'll be there!
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>>5767148
Thanks for running! Your threads are always a treat!
Definitely fired up for the last thread!
>1
Honestly that one fight where Pepper returns
>2
Killing the parasite... now we'll never get to see Diesel become parasite king :C
>3
Diesel, Mina, Pepper, Rodney
>4
I don't like Jake. He's a dick. Good on him for being shoved to the backburner.
>5
I wanna see a glimpse of Diesel's actual life beyond anything else
>6
Keep the parasite
>7
Pepper as Guts
>8
Chow down on pizza and burgers and get my own parasite, of course!
>9
It's all good!
>10
Rodney or Libby (or both)!
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>>5768074
I really hope I didn’t discourage you with the criticisms. Your quests are some of the most fun I’ve had ever, and I appreciate you sharing your creative efforts with us immensely.
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>>5769881
Agreed. DB is a top-tier QM.
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>>5769881
>>5770285
Flattery will get you EVERYWHERE! RrrRAwwr!

Seriously though, you didn't discourage me at all--I've got a lot of people that just kinda go 'yea it's great' to my written work in real life so getting some solid, ACTUAL constructive feedback isn't just welcome, it's really helpful! So thank you for being honest so that I can improve--it really helps me out! Also I'm a teacher, so if I didn't have thick skin I'd probably be out of a job ages ago, haha

Thread ended at a really opportune time, it turns out--coworker was hospitalized as was a close family member so things have been pretty busy on my end. Still aiming for Friday or Saturday for the next thread. Thanks again for the patience, feedback, and support, folks--you make writing quests worth it... and don't let anyone tell ya otherwise!
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>>5770444
I also realize that sounds like I'm bragging about my written work--I mean I have a lot of people that brush my writing off with a 'WOWWW GREAT'. Apologies for the confusion
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>>5770444
>>5770452
I think you're entitled to brag a bit, QM. Sorry to hear about your coworker and relative, though... That's rough. I hope they recover soon. No rush at all!



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