A. At least make an attempt at your job before going off to boast about it to your girlfriend. Not that you shouldn't boast, just do the job first.

tippler 2022/09/24(Sat)18:32 No. 1044662 ID: 9ea24b
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>A, do your dang job
You throw yourself into your work, running off the memorized list of EGGS scattered across existence. Your PORTALS take you to uninhabited planets full of lush wildlife, onto beaches and deep into mysterious ocean vents full of strange creatures. It’s lovely to stretch your wings and use your native form while you sneak EGGS from nests, with the occasional HATCHLING who’s usually busy devouring their siblings when you arrive. These little rascals are harder to carry, but you manage not to drop anyone on your first trip.

There are several EGGS deep in advanced civilizations, a few among billions produced to feed the ravenous urban population. Unfertilized EGGS are odd in that sometimes they don’t register as ANGELS until they’ve been given more purpose, usually from being made into FOOD. Your first mishap is with a chocolate souffle, when the chef you’re stealing from hits you with a broom while you’re pulling it out of the oven. Poor thing is utterly deflated by the time you get it to the NURSERY.

tippler 2022/09/24(Sat)18:33 No. 1044663 ID: 9ea24b
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You’re BUSY, but you have enough spare time to meet with the EDUCATORS, add your notes on the CURRICULUM, and learn how to factory reset mischievous HATCHLINGS. Sometimes, while you’re waiting for an EGG to be laid, you fly around the beautiful ALIEN worlds just to enjoy the scenery. Your destinations are usually remote enough that you don’t run into many other ANGELS, or DEMONS for that matter. You miss Mizz, but you’ve gone long periods without seeing each other before, and you want to do good work so people stop GOSSIPING about you.

This changes after about eight months on the job, when you’re chasing a flock of pterodactyls while waiting for a T. Rex to lay. Large EGGS like this usually yield STRONGER young, and you’re eager to whisk the oblong ovum away when you smell DEMONS. The mega flora and fauna on this planet come from the rich vein of MANA in the crust, which must be what these guys are after.

A. Snoop
B. Announce your presence
C. Other

>with the occasional HATCHLING who’s usually busy devouring their siblings when you arrive
Pathological narcissists. You're an entire species of pathological narcissists.

B - "What'cha doin'?"
Don't engage in combat, just set up negotiations for... whatever this is.

C. Fight them, and eat them. you're a powerful angel, you should be able to deal with them

otherwise, A.

"Ashley, be ready to escape if they attack. Don't move otherwise, we are surrounded and a false movement can end badly for everyone"

>>1044625
These tobaks aren't being pinned, so they must be allied with the headsplitter. Too many for Ashley to fight, so unless there's a way of producing a flash to incapacitate the tribals, I think all you could do is radio for help, or... get Ashley to remove one of your horns and hope the tribals don't stop it? You'd still be pinned in that case though, wouldn't you?

You could also just ask Ashley to take the briefcase and run to the meeting spot.

>>1044654
If they are under the influence of a headsplitter it's possible they would be affected when the creature is harmed or killed.
The blunderbuss is a plasma weapon with a battery stronger than it can handle. If she shot it every tobak watching will go blind.

To me the major risk in explaining any of that to her is the chance of those tribal actually understanding english.

>>1044625
Pretty sure this is the predator that controls those nemuero whatever they're called aliens. How they got here, I don't know, but some mutant version of them is either controlling them, or these to tobaks have magnet control powers.
Try breaking off one of your horns.

Tail sign for peace?

1, Lily.

Heat up Gloria. She has water magic, so we might be able to manipulate her into using some of her water magic to cool off.

Also, water conducts electricity, so it'll be useful and easier to cause explosions with our electricity once we get some moisture in here

also, See if you can sneakfully position yourself somewhere where it looks like Anita and/or Rebecca is using their wind/heat magic so the blame can be put on them for heating Gloria up if they get suspicious from heated wind.

1/3 Taranis 2022/09/24(Sat)19:18 No. 1044669 ID: 8483cf
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I could be helpful, but where’s the fun in that?

Time to mess with the fussiest witch: Gloria. She’s already sweating, even though she’s the lightest-dressed of the group. All it takes is a minute of making sure she gets a few wafts of extra-hot air to get her to shuck her gloves and start fanning herself with her hat as hard as she can. Another minute after that and she’s surreptitiously glancing at the other witches, looking for a chance to sneak a spell to cool herself down.

Meanwhile, Abigail the ghost, is assisting Lily by cooling her down so she can work close to the cauldron. At the same time, she’s being extra helpful by fluttering Lily’s skirt and helping loosening her black bow to cool her down. Anita is getting distracted by all of this, though she’s trying to be subtle about her staring. Abigail is clearly enjoying all of this, and only when Lily gives a loud eep! does Abigail float away and give Rebecca a turn to cool down.

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Seeing her chance to cast a spell unnoticed, Gloria summons a small cloud of ice-cold mist and lets it wash over her. Unfortunately, the mist doesn’t stay put. It wafts along the floor and reaches the extra-hot cauldron flames, and with a horrid squelching noise, it douses the all-important fire keeping the potion at the right temperature.

Everyone disliked that.

“Really?!” Rebecca fumes. “You couldn’t hold out for ten more minutes?”

“Now we have to start over,” Lily says solemnly.

“Start over?” Gloria’s mouth drops open. “But the room is going to be be even hotter with all the steam!”

“Says the girl who made it! Just deal with it,” Rebecca glowers. “And don’t even think of bailing on us. This is a team effort.”

“Calm down, everyone,” Anita says. “Gloria’s just not used to the heat. Um… if it’s really that hot, Gloria… you can, um, lighten up if you really need to. The door’s locked.”

“Are you serious?” Gloria flushes. “Are you all really suggesting that?”

“I don’t mind,” Lily says.

“If it’ll stop you from ruining the fire again, be my guest,” Rebecca says.

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Gloria pauses, considering for a moment. She looks around the lab, fans herself with her hat, then grits her teeth and slips her dress down to her waist, somewhat more comfortable.

The ghostly apparition coalesces in front of Gloria and gives her the thumbs-up.

“Shove it, Abigail,” Gloria says.

The witches resume work on their potion, and the room is even hotter than before. I have tons of options, especially now that Abigail, is fully visible. I can heat one witch up just like before, and she’ll probably join Gloria in lightening up. Abigail might even help another witch cool down. Finally, I can set off some potion ingredients in a small explosion.

This next move will determine what trophies I might be able to snag.

1. Which witch should I heat up?
A. None
B. Anita
C. Rebecca
D. Gloria

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>>1044387
>Feeling like I need to wait for your command
Okay, that's probably us. Up to you if you think that's a good thing or not. Definitely something to bring up with Judicium, since she was partially responsible for our installation.
The other possibility is that you were designed to take orders, and we're the first thing that you've accepted as tactical command. In that case, it's not that you're changing, it's that hidden parts of you are being revealed.

>>1044387
>I can't see how she's feeling when she's got that suppressor of hers on.
You know, that's actually a good point. How much of her bubbly exterior is really her, and how much is her on suppression steroids?
Long story short, we have memories of someone, a Neumono named Luvi, whose brain was forcefully rewired so thoroughly that they became pure of heart - to the point of sociopathy.
"Isn't life in the ghetto just wonderful?!"
"I got fired, but it's okay! How may I help?"
"Lieutenant, please stop caving Mac's throat in! Let's be friends!"
People talk big about the power of politeness and positive personality, but when it comes down to it, a mind incapable of indulging inner demons is one which enables and serves other people's inner demons instead.
Also, if you ever find Luvi's 'family', please shoot those assholes. Multiple times. (They gots regen.)

>I meant... how there's things I shouldn't be forgetting. Feeling like I need to wait for your command. Is all of that just my own weakness, or is there something else going on?
Honestly, I figured it was the frequent brain damage you put yourself through that is causing all of this.
Did you know that all blunt physical trauma causes brain damage? The only way to perfectly protect your neural structure would be to ward your central nervous system against physical shockwaves - which is a buff you definitely do not have. Professional Athletes and soldiers who constantly smash into other heavy objects on a regular basis can develop serious mental illnesses even if they've never hit their head in their entire lives.
An

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Make sure to thank Diagram and maybe sneak a touch of her soft velvety succulent ears

Deep breaths, you got this, hero.

Make sure to thank Diagram for helping out.

>>1044634
Oh, and don't bother with names. Or, well, you're not gonna get one answer from us, so you might as well use your own.

So Orbie, I guess?

>>1044634
+1 to all of that.

>>1044631
>disrespect
That's a very good point... I'm out of ideas for a name then. Maybe we should wish for one?

1/2 Heretic 2022/09/24(Sat)18:48 No. 1044665 ID: 2eaeea
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>We have many names. There's many of us in here.
>Are we supposed to have a name?
>you're not gonna get one answer from us, so you might as well use your own.
...Orbie it is I guess

>We have the schematics for a basic geothermal plant - a form of storing energy of sorts. You can then use this energy to rotate various stuff, like cartwheels or mills. Dig a pump line from above to below and use a combination of the river and the steam ventilation to power a spring turnstile.
That sounds very interestin'...if that is possible it's a bit out of my league with out current equipment. Though, maybe if we get some better facilities we might be able to work on n' use that power we're harnessin'

INVENTOR’S LAB (100 Materials + 50 Treasures)(Requires a Forge, Library, and Stockpile): By studying the works of engineers and mages, your inventors are able to make great improvements to your hold. While you have an Inventor’s Lab, you may pay 50 Treasures to have them research inventions to use. Though usually helpful, keep in mind there's a always a chance for catastrophic failure...

>Dig top left
9 Emeralds (+3 Fortune Shrine) (x2 Overseer Bonus) mined at depth 3 (27 Treasure)
9 Emeralds (+3 Fortune Shrine) Mined at depth 4 (+16 Treasure)
(15 Materials/ 150 Treasures)(30 Treasures traded for 15 Materials)

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2/2 Heretic 2022/09/24(Sat)18:49 No. 1044666 ID: 2eaeea
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The oracle orb crackles and shakes, and in it's eye the number 3 is shown.
Oh. Uh. This plus that recent report leads me to believe something really bad is about to happen soon.

Hezug heads up to the dig site to see what's been discovered, but once he get's there the slab is blank. No writing, just regular rock.
How much time is "3" exactly?
My best guess? Not enough.

>Build Museum
We have the materials to do so, but with the recent discovery I've halted the build just in case we want to change course. I don't know what this is about, but I feel we have cause to worry. We still have building time...I think? Might as well, pick where to dig next too.

Use the well already, we could really use a wish right now (wish right now wish right now)!
Dig above the cannon outpost.

Great. You can resume walking once you feel your inner schizo has been sated.

>>1044630
It would seem you've picked up a f r i e n d. T h e y ' r e w a i t i n g f o r y o u b y t h e p o w e r l i n e :)

Wait for the motorcyclist to pass you.
Then run screaming towards them as you're chased by a slenderman.

either that, or there's something actually bad here and the light is what reveals that it's there to you.

>>1044630
Do you have anything to make a shiv out of?

>>1044627
Sex sling spitroast time.

>>1044627
I mean, both the grandson and the granddad look pretty good in their own ways, but Gwando's enthusiasm is quite nice.

Ubathan is offering a much better deal than you had, be careful not to scorn him by talking or bartering more than absolutely necessary, and don't make any wagers your body can't keep. He's a pompous ass, but he's also protective of his family, and has reason to be so confident. Might be a good time to try and figure out if he's got any weaknesses though. The gangbang does sound fun, so look into that, could be a chance to learn some things and get Gwando to slip on in.

His great grandson only lost right to breed, but perhaps you could convince the old guy to still let you have Gwando's first time. To mark the occasion of a successful trade/'hunt'? Failing that, shouldn't be too difficult to slip him your underwear as a momento. Gotta form bonds where you can, cause Ubathan will definitely restrict things.

>...isn’t that what most tribes want? To take control over the area they live in?
Yes, but I doubt most gods have plans to eat the other gods. Wjares could be an exception, but it would be a little shortsighted of her. Doing so ultimately leads to monotheism which implies homogeneity which means no conflict which means no chaos which means no war which means she's out of a job. Arguments between tribes and gods are her belief fodder, so I can't see why she'd want the latter source gone.

Perhaps her godspawn thinks differently an the matter, but you should still be careful letting them build up power regardless. Not just for you or your tribe, but also any other tribe in the garden.

>do you even have a choice in the matter…
Technically speaking, you do.

If you don't return to your tribe, it's pretty much tantamount to a declaration of war on this forest. If they wanted that, or are able to take the risk now, they wouldn't have sent in their heavy hitter here. Also, your curves aren't the only thing on full display. I suspect they want to take advantage of your ignorance before your get a chance to report to your cleric and figure out whether this would be a good idea.

There's nothing stopping you from walking away from this, aside from the horniness of everyone involved. Us included.

>or can you use your charms to get an even better deal?
Not just your charms: I hope Pesi remembered to tattoo your butt before you came here. Substituting your body with hers would've been more ideal, but her magic will do.

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I just realized, she looks like king k rool's mom.

>>1044627
Half and half is acceptable. Even if he's in the lead half the time, the longer you go the less noticeable that lead is. The worst it could be is if you can't go more than one, and I'd think you could go at least that long? Then there's 2-1 at three eggs, which is bad, and then 3-2 at five which is fine.
An even fairer deal is if it goes 1-0, 1-1, 1-2, 2-2, 3-2, etc. That way it alternates the unevenness.

Kol try not to collapse back into the pool. Good job crew.

How's the other train going?

Suggestion 2022/09/22(Thu)20:21 No. 1044510 ID: 9272af
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Nemo hangs on tight, his arms locked around Clio. Trying to hold back the tide, he gasps out a frantic, “I- I’m gonna!” 

Gabe nods, speeding up his pace, “Don’t hold -hah back! Give it to her!” 

A yowl from the cat agrees with him as Clio pushes back into the chameleion. “Yeah! Fuck me! Do it! Fill me up Nemo!” 

The lizard nods weakly, trying to keep his eyes pointed in the same direction. Nemo’s strange fingers clutch at sides, giving him the purchase to slam her insides with both dicks. His ass, spread open by Gabe’s jackhammer thrusts, tightens around  the shaft battering his sensitive prostate. His tail twitches and shivers, being driven in and out of Gabe by the movement of three bodies. 

Clio’s eyes go wide, feeling the friction inside her change as shes pounded from behind. The cat purrs with satisfaction, biting her lip and wriggling as slickness begins to pour inside her in a prelude to a double climax. The two shafts drive inside her with a neatly synchronized one-two followed by the soft slap of Nemo’s balls against her pubis. 

Nemo moans a warning and doubles over, his arms wrapped around Clio. His thrusts turn frantic as his cocks erupt with twin jets of white cum. 

“Yah-yah-yah! Do it! Ooohh, fuck!” Clio squeals, pushing back into the hilt, her body milking the chameleon for every drop. Nemo’s fingers shiver across the cat’s clitoris and her fur stands on end, yowling as she cums and clenches around him. 

The lizard clings to her like a life preserver adrift at sea, his breath hot against her fur as he’s rocked from behind. His body emptied, an intense over stimulation drums through his nerves, leaving him only capable of croaking and hanging on.

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Arriving at station. Thank you for riding Moot Point transit. Next stop is in 5 minutes.

>>1044510
I bet Del would love a turn at Nemo's double dose

>>1041553

If we're approaching the end of the chapter, remember my butt-mash idea! x3

>>1044318
Hey my muscles aren’t weird, yours are! From an average galactic standpoint, anyway.

Sam 2022/09/23(Fri)19:35 No. 1044595 ID: a7a180
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“I appreciate the save, really. I’m lucky I wasn’t sent out here on my own.“
“I wouldn’t let that happen, even if they did exile you alone.”
“Oh?”
“Well, I would be obligated to escort you out of our territory, so to speak.”
“Ah. That's good to know. Now, shouldn’t I check you back for any injuries?”
“Hm, good idea. It’ll be easier for you to spot them. Go ahead then, check my back.” She loosens her bandages and lies down on the bed.
Oh! I was only half serious… I sit there for a moment figuring out what to do. I guess I’m looking for… cracks or discoloration?
“Ahem. It’s faster if you use your hands.”
“Okay… Tell me if it hurts.” I follow Jaina’s example and poke her at regular intervals from her shoulder blades on downward. Her carapace feels really smooth, except for where there are small fuzzy patches of tiny hairs.
“Feels like everything’s fine back there. Now don’t forget the other side.”
Oh...

Sam 2022/09/23(Fri)22:00 No. 1044605 ID: a7a180
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After giving Jaina a clean bill of health, I lie on the bed to read a bit. Anet climbs in and curls up against my shoulder.
“Hi! I see you’re reading my book. Need help?”
“-uh! Yeah.”
“Okay! I'll start from the beginning.”
“…Why are you sitting this close?”
“So I can see too. Isn’t this how you read with your siblings?”
“I don’t have any, so I wouldn’t know.”
“Aw, that’s sad! Here, my jokes ought to cheer you up.”

What do you call a Formican with too much time on her hands? A watchmaker!
A Formican asks her friend, “What’s up?” And she replies, “The ceiling!”
A Formican walks into a bar, and the five Formicans behind her go ‘ouch!’ ‘ouch!’ ‘ouch!’ ‘ouch!’ ‘ouch!’
Two Formicans are sitting in a bathtub. One Formican says “Would you get my back?” and the other one says “No way, we’re in this together!” "…I guess that one doesn’t translate well.”

Anet puts the book down and looks back at me. “So hey… what’s like, the first thing you want to do when you get back home?”

>Beg my professor not to fail me.
>Like, home home? To the bookstore?
>Shower.
>Make good on my promise to hang out.
>_

>>1044605
What I WANT to do? Shower and sleep for a week.

What I SHOULD do? Grovel at my professor's feet and beg him to not fail me.

>>1044605
I should make uo a story of how I got lost and beg my professor not to fail me.

>>1044506
A

It just so happens to be Ladies' Night, which means drinks are half price for women. You also benefit from your employee discount, making everything even cheeper for you!

Because it's Ladies' Night, you get to watch your male coworkers show what they've got. One male in particular is your boss Gavin, (a well endowed Anthro Beast Kin Dragon with a dad bod). It's a rare occurrence to see him up on stage, so it must be a special occasion of some kind!

A: It’s Ladies’ Night, and between that and the employee discount, drinks are dirt cheap. Talking to Pioggi, the male axolotl anthro-kin that mans the bar, is also fun. He’s kinda low-key pissed at the world, doing his own venting as much as he listens, but he’s good about not going too hard on his customers and coworkers. Male co-workers are supposed to show off tonight, so while he wouldn’t be caught dead on the stage, he does have his uniform mostly undone in a sexy-messy way.

A. It just so happens to be Gladys Knight, who serves you drinks half off at the bar. She has a cousin named Jack that visits her occasionally.

>>1044521
>>1044536
I like both of these.

>>1044507
Momo would be good!

>>1044521
Dad bod dragon boss also sounds fun!

>>1044536
An axolotl buddy is another good one!

Why does everyone have to suggest such good ideas?! I don't know which one to pick!

"I mean, Mount Hood is a Volcano, so going off of how the place is rumbling it feels like the most likely thing is that it's holding back an eruption, and it's so hot because like, magma. So, I guess how should we work out if there is a demon in here? And more importantly how do we solve the problem of there being a demon if there is?

"Also, this whole place seems like it's gross and corrosive, so maybe the rust is just part of the magic that would let it stave off a volcano."

>>1043127
>"I mean, Mount Hood is a Volcano, so going off of how the place is rumbling it feels like the most likely thing is that it's holding back an eruption, and it's so hot because like, magma."
I think for a moment before slowly positing a thought. "Sarah, if the chains are holding back a volcanic eruption, I think we shouldn't take them off while we're standing in the volcano."

>how do we solve the problem of there being a demon if there is?
"Throw it in a different volcano, maybe?"

>>1042032
Moments ago, during the fight itself:
Jennifer launches forwards, in a sublime essence-fueled moment unfolding from small bat to large bat monster, silvery trails outlining the spaces where her wingbeats existed. She shoot’s towards the side of the cavern, ignoring the foul smoldering wolves and the goop-beast and zeroes in on the wall of scales. Around her, her friends fight and splatter wolves and unleash waves of spidery terror. She flails, unused to her war-form of a body as she collides with the beast that circles the room
Jennifer suckles lightly on a snake, literally, not metaphorically. She wanted to rip and tear, but apparently even though her monstrous form is based on a big big brown bat, the truth of vampire bats has infected her. Maybe it’s a memetic threat? Never should have actually researched bats. Never. And then the snake smashes down, coils looping. Once, swoosh and she flaps upwards, gracefully dodging. Twice, a light chomp as the snake slams itself against her teeth. And then thrice. Thrice to get bound in living scales.
Good thing a certain nameless friend has never heard of overkill. That splits the snake and frees makes things easy. Screeching out her thanks, Jennifer zeroes in on a wolf in the midst of getting held down, and launches herself away from the bloody mass of scales and corruption that used to be a snake-thing, winging in to show that werewolves aren’t the only things that can bite.
Too bad she mostly grabs a mouthful of fur. Why are they so fluffy!

Luckily the second bite is better. Much better. Much more delicious, a throbbing artery pumping out bursts of flavor. At the same time, it's a dissapointment. Jennifer feels, deep inside, that there is something missing. Not with the blood, no, but with herself. There's

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Hazel Fletcher 2022/09/17(Sat)03:22 No. 1043994 ID: ae4e49
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>>1043659
>"It's a spirit. It's trapped. It wants to be freed. I can step over. To it's side. I'm not sure if I can get back."
"If you think you need to help, then go for it. We'll support you from this side as best we can," Hazel says. "I don't think you're going to instantly die on the other side, at least. The world has more in store for us yet."

"Do you want us to split these chains before you go, or... actually, signal us from the other side. If you write a message addressed to me, that damn spider that crawled inside of me should be able to find it, and read it out to me."

Behold the maze - a thousand passageways sealed by so many doors. Yet the frames are incomplete - showing only polished stone along the edges. Yet - so many doors. Stacked together, jutting from the wall. Waiting to be pushed in. The frames, delicately built, yet so vulgar. Bone and obsidian, brass and gems, half finished carvings. Finish the project elsewhere and all these things will fall into place.

That rock is no rock at all! At the center of the chamber, so much larger here than on the other side, a being stands bound in chains. Thicker than the arms of the werebeasts you fought, twisted and covered in so many locks, steel chains. Brass Chains. Iron Chains. It reminds you of the chain that anchors a yacht, or possibly a small battleship. So many tons.

It’s bound to nothing - what would be the need with all this weight. It does not move. All of it is wrapped in chains and only vaguely human in form. But underneath…

Jennifer is here alone. Back to the otherwide - the more real one? At least, the less spiritual one.

Nothing is happening there so far. Things are pretty chill. Just waiting for Jennifer to pop back on over unharmed and without any trouble happening whatsoever. The big ass rock in the middle of the room covered in chains isn't doing anything at all.

>Draw a map of town
Why not? There's a flat surface right there, after all. And you're clearly bored out of your gourd, so a quick moment to bust out a sketch wouldn't be amiss.

>>1044532
Actually, ooh, yeah check for fresh ghost hobo signs inside the tunnel before it gets too dark. Maybe turning on your Gameboy - with one battery - will catch up stray hobo ghost signals and create a spooky flickering screen effect or... something. Okay that's stupid, but eh, what's the worst that could happen?

>What else
So you hang with Debra because neither of you appear to have much better to do. She sounds like she's gone broke after her occult self-employment venture went bust, but what about you? Why ain't you workin', schoolin' or whatever? How old are you, Riley?

>>1044545
Gameboy can't turn on with only one battery, not even a flicker. And as many people who tried to use their gameboy in the car can tell you, there's definitely no way the gameboy can light up anything.

>>1044526
Best to start peddling the sandwich in an effort to lure the ghost out. What kind of sandwich even is it?

Use the gameboy to play an 8-bit OST version of All Star by Smash Mouth to demonstrate that you aren't a threat after that blood-curdling scream.

Moan seductively to lure the ghost out.

>>1044554
Which means there's definitely ghost activity if it does!

Alex 2022/09/23(Fri)09:05 No. 1044552 ID: ca2950
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We know where the power generator is and there's a few places we haven't checked.
Time to meander.

Alright, time for the South corridor.

Let's go south. It's the closest unexplored place.

Show the big canister to the floating vibrator.

Let's backtrack all the way to the entrance and check the unchecked room there.

Supply closets are usually close to the entrance.

Cammy !jCVxW.91N. 2022/09/20(Tue)14:57 No. 1044292 ID: a7b16c
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Later still, when the rimlight was all gone and the sky was empty blackness, Scraptooth woke up for his guard shift. Snapper could just barely be made out a few feet from the fire, his head almost covered by puffed up chest feathers.
Scraptooth stretched, took a steel cup from the fire's coals, and sat with Snapper. The soup didn't taste like anything in particular and the diced beef jerky in it was leathery, but it was leagues above the flavor of the claws creature's arms.
“What's the deal.” He asked after sitting for a few minutes.
“What deal?”
“What you said today about the war.”
“That?”
“If we're thinking about the same thing… that'd be the first time you bring it up to us.” Scraptooth took a sip of the soup. “I always found it odd you didn't. Pteryxe usually do.”
“I'm army too. It'd look bad. And you're friends and weren't there, I don't blame you.”
“What changed?”
Snapper took his sweet time to answer, so long Scraptooth thought he'd fallen asleep or didn't want to answer. After a few minutes, though, he did:
“Remember that pteryx a few weeks ago? During leave?”
“Chick at the park?”
“Yeah. Live eggs. Mine.” There was some disbelief in his voice, like he was telling it to himself as much as he was to Scraptooth. “I Received the news just a few hours before our orders.”

>>1044292
cam cam cam cam cam cam cam! I didn't know you posted here! hi hi hi hi hi!

>>1044307
Allo, who's this?

>>1044308
tier tier tier tier tier! Hoi!

“Dude! You're a dad!?”
Snapper glared at him, “I haven't told anyone else, don't wake them up.”
“Got it. But what's weighting on you?”
“The… Just, the weight of it. In general. She said she'd like to date, and see where it goes. And I can visit them one way or the other.”
“Will you?”
“I should. Would be an idiot not to give it a chance, wouldn't I? And there's so few pteryxe left, I should be there to raise them.”
“Hey, no kids involved but been there. Dating someone you don't like?” Scraptooth gestured cutting his throat. “Don't do that. Bad for the kids too.”
“Liked her well enough to roll around. Pretty laugh, nice face, good chemistry between us.” He smiled a little for the first time in a while. “But that's not it either. It's…” He trailed off into silence.
“Start small.” Scraptooth said gently.
“Well. I think about, my father used to talk about raising me right. Was mad about me joining the army… for a lot of reasons. But what stuck with me was the time he was drunk and told me not to dare die before he did. Too many pteryxe have buried their children as it is.”
Scraptooth winced. “He's not wrong.”
“And I think I really understand what he meant now. Or I'm starting to, at least. I never thought about starting a family, and how if you're lucky the kids are still there after you're gone. Helps you get why someone would die to end a war, or be willing to go through with one. A little bit of you is left.”
The night moved on. Snapper fell asleep where he was at some point and the sky, black as ink, slowly lit up with rimlights.

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>>1044325
"Be excellent to each other."

>>1044325
Think laterally and avoid public transit at all costs!

"We need more security in our public transports. Support your local make-better-police-stuff fund today."

>>1044496
*DROPKICK WITH A CHANCE OF RAINBOW+RAIN*

>>1044499
It's a make the police better fund, not a give them more bullets fund, calm down!

>>1041423
Okay, let’s go with fighter and these companions.

>>1044255
While a fighty healer sounds interesting, that skill sounds like a big tradeoff.

I'm leaning more towards fighter

Being a Merchant doesn't seem that bad to me. It's the closest job we have to an offensive spell-wielder, since Esoteric is the attack stat for it. It likely involves finding weird potions or items to throw at people in combat.

For team comp, I say throw subtlety to the wind and stack meat shields. Norburg softens the guy up by counter tanking, Joanir cleans up by his strength or special, and Bolboran corrects for any oversights or screwups on the way.

>>1044287
Thought about it changing my vote to
>>1044289

Well, if we're choosing between fighter and merchant, I'd rather the merchant.

>>1043887
inner thoughts: Stupid! Of course Lorence wouldn't want to take of his hat. Try to play it off, let's not mention it further.

Among other things, no. I don't think she is wholly in it for the sake of others, or our goals. Root had something she wanted, and all she needed was an opportunity to take it. Unfortunately, situations being what they are, I'm left with little options but to seek her help.

The others would not believe you,
If you were to speak up now.
You need more evidence,
More things that others have seen.

Watch the tree,
See its reaction.
If this is truly Lorence,
Then it would know.

It watches with more,
Than just it's eyes.

As of right now, while you do your jobs, I think it will be wise for me to seek out an escape route out of this mansion for you guys, for an alternate exit just in case things don't go well, or if we need to sneak out. ideally somewhere we can escape secretly.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/09/20(Tue)07:57 No. 1044264 ID: dc13c4
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H2T7eSrRXvY&ab_channel=MrMusic

Alright, I'll scout ahead and warn of any traps or people.
*scouts ahead, while staying hidden under or behind furniture just in case there is someone who can see voices is around*

rolled 11, 1, 3, 6, 19, 15, 7, 11, 16, 3, 12, 15, 6, 5, 4, 7, 1, 9, 19, 19 = 189

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Hours have passed, and Reiko has come up with little. Her best bet would be to either use her cypher or Eliznyabeth's to bring the fungus to their level.

A harried messenger from Mia Xan unfolds a letter and begins chanting its contents in what can only be described as an anti-iambic pentameter. Annoyed, Reiko snatches the letter from the messenger and skims the contents. Turns out that leaving an intentionally half-dismantled device which formerly kept the volcano from completely blowing over (or so the residents incorrectly assumed) without its formal replacement has left the townsfolk... agitated. It is only due to her love of unsinged mahogany that she hasn't formally written a letter of complaint (i.e. an assassination contract), and Reiko should probably be back to work by three hours ago.

After leaving behind a message for Grundle (with the messenger, who should enliven the old man), Reiko and Eliznyabeth quickly chainpod their way back down the mountain, at which point Reiko hurries alone to Mia Xan, briefly reports Eliznyabeth's injury and explains her discovery of a specific fungal acid (which is somehow prehensile) which should speed all repairs and construction once they manage to capture / kill the damn fungus colonies producing it, and then jogs to the Volcano Tamer to begin another round of disassembly.

rolled 6, 6, 2, 5, 3, 1, 4, 3, 4, 5, 5, 6, 3, 3, 6, 6, 1, 5, 3, 2 = 79

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Progress around Hallux shows while the engineers work on assembly and repair projects- Mask spends this downtime trying to capture/train shinspinners to be useful around camp. Once Eliznyabeth and Reiko are both freed from their respective duties, the glaive works with them to clear a safe path towards room D and handle whatever threats are present within.

Hallux during the off-season is a rank 2 community with Health 6 and Infrastructure 6. It was faced with a rank 2 eruption, as well as those magma weasels. Repairing the volcano tamer reduced the eruption to rank 1. Eruption inflicted 2 health damage while weasels inflicted 3 infrastructure damage, leaving health at 4/6 and infrastructure at 3/6.
If the PCs hadn't gotten involved, the town would have hit zero infrastructure at the end of the next hour-long community-scale turn, downgrading it to rank 1. While the immediate attack would end at that point, and food and water reserves might last longer with fewer surviving mouths to feed, overall prospects would have been grim.
Grundle >>1036633 and Saoirse >>1036659 patched up the Health, while Mask fixed one Infrastructure. Remaining damage can be rebuilt by local NPCs, one point per day.

Over the course of the next month, anybody who's staying in town can take a number of long-term actions equal to their tier (meaning one, unless you get a lot of XP first). Non-exhaustive list of options:

-Build up food and water stores. This is what I'm assuming Eliznyabeth will be doing. Foraging, rationing, imports... regardless of approach, each PC doing this adds 1d6 days to the deadline for clearing the dungeon.

-Craft Object or Structure. This is what I'm assuming Reiko Lastname will be doing to set up the farspeaking pylon and embassy. Requires a roll.

-General maintenance. This is what I'm assuming Grundlehaven Havespont will be doing, by applying crafting and medical skills to set up an efficient and hygenic refugee camp with room for further deve

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>>1044178
>rolled 11
Salvage result is two cyphers, a level 6 stim and a level 7 iron wind resistor. There's no obvious way to use the latter for embassy construction apart from leaving it in an emergency-supplies locker, but a stim cypher is exceptionally versatile: it eases ANY single task by three steps. Given sufficient materials, you could use that to set up a specialty workshop or other high-end commonplace structure in days rather than years. Appropriate specialty workshop would then cut a week off the build time for the farspeaking pylon, and have many other benefits besides.
Thanks to Grundle's assistance you also extract 6 units of Azure Steel, which might be even better than tungsten for engraving magma-proof formal documents, or setting up thermal-mirror surfaces so visiting volcanic nobility can 'let their hair down' inside without accidentally setting the walls on fire. Lot of Parts, too, but the exact count probably isn't relevant unless you're embezzling.
>rolled 1, 3, 6, 19, 15
GM intrusion from that 1 on crafting: once the pylon is built, for every recipient of any given message sent through it, next single meal they eat which includes meat, the meat will taste like soap.
Otherwise, looks like reasonably smooth sailing for whichever thing you build first. Construction is resolved as a series of subtasks, starting at difficulty 1 and increasing incrementally over the course of the total time required, so the hardest part always comes last. Failing any given subtask once just results in a proportional delay, but failing the same subtask twice in a row also ruins some of the components (which is mostly a problem when working with hard-to-replace iotum).

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rolled 8, 8, 13, 16, 1, 10, 16, 16, 12, 8, 5, 8, 7, 16, 10, 6, 9, 20, 2, 1 = 192

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>GM Intrusion: Meat tastes like soap
A quick pulse test of the base transmitter causes Reiko's mouth to ache with the equivalent of chewing melted rubber bands and a side order of acid. After gargling for two minutes, she tries to snack on a meat ration - only to discover, to her horror, that it tastes like what she just cleaned off.
After panicking for about a half-hour, she manages to inference the cause and effect. As the 'curse' appears to reset after a single 'meal', Reiko concludes that the side-effect, while disgusting, is acceptable. In fact, she realizes this could be a great dietary aid! Or a way to help vegetarians make sure their 'mystery salad' is not, in fact, a pile of fried pork rinds.
"Dear Mia Xan... some complications... hire a vegetarian... Wuv, Weiko. Nah, too silly."
She warns the other townsfolk that they may want to cut down to a quarter-ration for one lunch.
(Offering an XP to Eliznyabeth)

"... That's what it was capable of?! He used it as a goddamn counterweight!"
>If there's enough resources to build the specialty workshop
Reiko immediately injects herself with the stim. Her cyber implant quickly hums to life, gaining temporary access to the datasphere with a hacked account and a pre-selected list of topics. Reiko has enough time to download a single instruction manual before the archive's security protocols kick in and banhammer the account. Reiko selects "how to create precursor-quality construction tools with big dum-dum butterfingers" and is hit with a full Maester's knowledge. It's fading fast, so Reiko quickly begins crafting the advanced workshop, designed specifically to repair and maintain fine-tuned components.

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((also, and this is for the shits and giggles))
Say, just a random hypothetical, if you were to regain motor control of your arm in, I dunno, a day, would you be willing to take a leap of faith on something? Zeds don't typically have things like you've experienced happen to them. Just uh, imagine this as a hypothetical.

I vote just for moving away from here, we already spend too much time and the more we wait the more we will run into our old friend.

I vote just for moving away from here, we already spend too much time and the more we wait the more we will run into our old friend.

>>1044435
((hypothesis: the "rogue actor" we arbitrarily named as such is a process whose entire purpose is to interface with the brain and relay sensory information (and probably knowledge) to us, Anarchy. The contagion as a whole does not seem to understand the outside world very much or even what a human body is. We have access to anatomical and cultural information that the plague should not. I feel this could only be possible via some new paradigm shift, one which the more generic pieces of our project are somehow unaware of, which means the most anomalous part we can see is the most likely explanation. I'll test it!))
"Rogue Actor", what is your role?

On the information side, at least now we have a searchable name.

(Define [EDEN] and [CREATORS])
(List objectives and standing orders assigned to Private Matheson and Corporal Harris)
(Are the Legacy Conservation Act and Least Harm Act global to the Malachi network or local to this project)

Check your pockets, franklin. I think Temmie put something in your pocket in the middle of that hug.

Did the window deserve it?

Checking your pockets wouldn't hurt.

I'm assuming that smashing the window was part of Temmie's plan, otherwise she wouldn't have had time for real talk™. I'm not sure if that means Lillian was in on it all along, or only when you got there... well, who knows.

Personally, I wouldn't dwell on it further than that, because that sorta thing would just feed into my trust issues. Don't grow up like me, Franklin.

I kind of want to take a crack at the fortunes, but I think it'd be better to hear your uninfluenced opinion on what they might mean.
...It's fine to include Lillian in on the theorizing, since she's done it before (without really knowing it was a fortune, I guess-) but maybe save that for like, either during the walk or sometime after where you two can't be heard, since it might raise people's suspicion.

>>1044333
Wait on this until you're a bit further from the house, I don't trust Temmie's dad not to spy on us as we leave.

>>1044415
Ditto. If he's got eyes in the back of his head, he probably has binoculars for them too.
>“Really? ...How come I’ve never seen him at school then?”
>“Are you sure you’ve never seen him there?”