Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133911 ID: f69ece
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(9/13)

Something grabs your ankle.

Below you, the crowd that had been only listlessly drifting downward to their deaths has turned its attention to you, and as one they have reached out to drag you with them.

Their grip is too strong, and even as panic and adrenaline try to give you the strength to break free and swim for the surface, your body is going weak, your lungs burning for air.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133912 ID: f69ece
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(10/13)

You cannot escape.

The light fades above you as you're pulled into the impossible depths, and all strength leaves your body. You have no more fight left in you.

You relax, settling back into uncountable reaching hands, and your lungs fill with water.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133913 ID: f69ece
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(11/13)

Everything goes black.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133914 ID: f69ece
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(12/13)

You bolt upright, choking and gasping for air. Your throat is sore from where your own hand had evidently found it in your sleep, and you cough, gratefully taking in lungfuls of humid air.

Twist 2026/11/08(Sun)20:33 No. 1133915 ID: f69ece
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(13/13)

Once you've satisfied your need for air, you put your head in your hands.

Shit.

You really hoped you would have longer before you would have to deal with this. At the very least, you had hoped the nightmares might wait until you could manage more private sleeping arrangements.

Luckily, Yriel seems to be deeply asleep, unbothered by your thrashing, but that won't happen every time. And what about the Captain? He was on watch, did he hear you?

You can't keep this secret forever, you know that. Sooner or later, you'll see something in one of these dreams that the others need to know about.

For now, all there really is to do is take over Stand's watch, and wait until morning. But, once the sun has risen and both your companions are awake, you'll need to decide what to do.

Do you tell them about your dream, or keep the secret a while longer?

>>1133417
>"Is that, ah, a euphemism? Or somehow non-fatal?"
>rolled 16
Tacito quietly suggests this is a delicate subject, unsuitable for children. Once Devyn and Zalkezia are out of earshot...
"Kinslaying is a sin. Everyone knows this. Even when there was no other way, it leaves a mark, a stink, on the perpetrator, that won't wash off. As part of healing the social and spiritual wounds of the Unbroken Rushes Uprising two and a half centuries ago, the royal line of Seshar adopted an unusually broad definition of 'kin,' and almost entirely eliminated death, mutilation, or enslavement as valid judicial outcomes. For this, and a broader philosophy of merciful governance of which it's the keystone, they're more beloved by their people than any ruler of the Steadfast, though practical control outside the capital city of Nebalich is shaky at best.
"But, that still leaves the problem of what to do with the sort of people who any other sovereign would have put to death, yet who haven't been caught red-handed in an outright attempt at regicide or otherwise stumbled into the precise narrow definition of 'treason or war' that permits lethal violence to be done to them. There are monsters who hollow people out and wear their skin as a disguise - everyone knows this - and then there are people who only make you wish it was that simple. Most get recruited by the Yellow Serpent Society. Misfits too principled to take up crime as a profession, chronic fuckups, and scum too profoundly corrupt to be worth the effort of dominating, get banished to Branu's Kiss. No blood on the king's hands, that way.
"Many of the misfits turn out to fit in well enough at Kes

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Funny story; Reiko's been listening in on everyone since the ship's comms are still in okay condition. See, it's mostly static noise due to the damage to the comms, but... when someone puts emotion into their words, the comms... understand? And translate as best they can. Or something.

>>1133452
Something about that rant twists a lump in Reiko's chest.

The Youngmason parties were packed with people like that. Merchants who looked at the chains on their slaves more fondly than the glint of gold. Branch family members who obviously looked at the family heads like obstacles to be disposed of, no matter how many gifts or benefits they were bribed with. Nobles who openly did anything but noble when it came to the common servants around them, pretended to be kings of courtesy when it came to fellow aristocrats, and somehow blended the two diametrically opposing viewpoints into one twisted outlook. When they made someone distressed, they always made it everyone else's fault.

But the Youngmason heads? The thing is, they didn't feel like that to Reiko. Bitter and aloof towards deviants like her, but otherwise respectful and understanding towards the staff and potential clients. All their scorn had a reason. All that generosity put them above the rest of the decadence.
So why did they always show tolerance, even joy, towards these leeches, these threats to their rule, even in private? They were masters of an entire corporate domain, they had to know what flavors of evil the world had offered them... right?
Maybe Reiko will never understand it.

A tribe of hunters willing to sift through the immigrants and hunt the soci

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>>1133459
>research on the outer layers of Branu's fortress, looking at the footage for signs of potential access points, physical or digital.
>trained in understanding numenera
>rolled 13
Found a node address which should allow you to measure proximity to the Crux's public access points from the datasphere side. Now you just need a vertex through which to enter the datasphere.
>rolled 7
All the famous-yet-unclaimed vertices have some curse that discourages folks from hanging out nearby for long. Canting Pipes of Vnaar radiate an oppressively irritating telepathic message, the Pulvinated Valley intermittently produces toxic fumes, Corpseflinger... well, that one's fairly self-explanatory.

Canting Pipes are in the Ausren Woods, about a hundred, maybe hundred and twenty miles northwest of the Beanstalk. Possibly the easiest to access if you can just park the ship right on top, get in through the roof, maybe even counter that irritating signal with the ship's comms.

Corpseflinger, now that you think about it, seems at least a little bit similar to Zalkezia's repeated-copy problem. Might be able to get insights into debugging the Crux by solving some local glitch there first? It's near the Voil Chasm on the northern border of the Pytharon Empire, though, so not exactly "unclaimed." If the Grey Queen Dissicaeli happens to be nearby when you visit that one, there's a non-negligible chance she'd be able to shoot down the ship, or otherwise prevent you from leaving.

Pulvinated Valley is downriver from Uxphon. Malia probably knows more.

Or, you could sear

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While committed to descent, but before air has become thick enough for compressive heating to form a plasma sheathe, the CBDR alarm goes off.
Constant Bearing, Decreasing Range - the dead-simple algorithm for identifying which bits of space debris are likely to cause an actual problem
in this case, that calculation doesn't quite apply. Atmospheric and gravitational effects mean your trajectories will naturally diverge, landing points separated by...
...Reiko hesitates before hitting 'dismiss alarm.'
Two nearly perpendicular suborbital trajectories, LZ less than forty miles apart, timing close enough for collision alarms? On a 22,000 mile trip, that's about as likely to be random happenstance as two darts thrown from opposite ends of a bar hitting the same board's bullseye within the same heartbeat.
Less than a minute until the dangerous parts of re-entry, so there's no time for screwing around with half-measures and speculative guesses.
Max magnification passive scan, false-color mapping across 100 to 1000 nanometer range - the "visible spectrum," broadly construed.
It's a cube, 1.53 meters on a side, gray stone with swirling streaks of some purplish ore. Why would that be making her think of...?

The map table.

That utterly innocuous, unremarkable stone altar, blank apart from purple inlay or veins, found spotlessly clean, atop a starburst of fractures, surrounded by charred corpses all facing or reaching toward it, beneath a scabbed-over former breach in the ceiling.
In the deep vaults, long forbidden by the tribe's patron Voice (i.e. greater data-spirit), whose taboos they discarded after it seemingly betrayed them.
Very same room which Reiko's tribe's chief decided would be perfect for their new inner sanctum, right when the whole outside world seemed to be going mad.
The map table which was missing - leaving a

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Rage begins to channel through Reiko's nanofibered brain. This thing, it ate her family, and then it just... what is it doing?

She's angry. Breathe in.
Count to ten.
Breathe out.

KILL IT.

[A] Maximum Effort.

mime being angry/in character. question why she thinks you can help and why the others that tried failed.

Ask her what she does her for fun.

Were there other escape attempts that occurred here, and if they did occur, how were they punished, stopped, or addressed?

Strong and smart? Maybe. Stronger and smarter than those who've tried to escape in the past. Certainly NOT. Sorry to disappoint, but we are here to learn more first.

Curb her enthuisasm for escaping a bit. She almost caved your and your friend-who-happens-to-be-a-girl's face in. While it shows she's not timid in any capacity, that's not helping her earn trust, and she has a reputation for FAILED escapes. She's also clearly a bit used to getting her way / ordering others around.

Secondly, ask the question of what benefit you and Lisel get out of helping her escape besides the 'King' getting incomprehensibly, murderously angry. The King won't hurt her, sure, so she could be useful as a 'living shield', but how far does she want to test that?

If she can't fly with that weight, she can't carry you either, so 'flying you out' isn't something she can offer, and flight isn't an escape anyway with the roof puppets and the crows outside.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/08(Sun)15:18 No. 1133896 ID: 1a8037
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Bunny Beater picked up Kusai off Hanako.

Bunny Beater: "Alright, stop doing that."

Kusai: "Oh, did you already arrange a session with her?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/08(Sun)15:19 No. 1133897 ID: 1a8037
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Bunny Beater: "No, I didn't!"

Kusai: "The way you responded doesn't convince me. Are you two doing more than just gossiping?"

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/08(Sun)15:21 No. 1133898 ID: 1a8037
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Pleasure Prom Pom: "Time for the food to arrive, please take anything off the table. The sushi is fantastic, and I highly recommend it."

The bunny tied to the table kept her eyes closed and remained silent.

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/08(Sun)15:23 No. 1133899 ID: 1a8037
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Pleasure Prom Pom: "And if you look over here, you will see the main attraction of the night, the punishment of this bunny."

Wax Pornetic: "Greetings, everyone. I am still exhausted from my previous battle, so I won't be at my best, but I hope you will enjoy my punishment. Oh, I just noticed the person who left me in this state. The best I can do is give you a small wave."

Absurdity DeVoid 2026/11/08(Sun)15:24 No. 1133900 ID: 1a8037
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Pleasure Prom Pom: "As for the Fox Huntress, you said that you would like the fox refreshment later, so I brought the Bunny Shaker.

In front of Hanako, there was a new bunny that had a fox with a bag over her head tied to a for wveals. The sound of a fox mumbling could be heard behind the bag.

Bunny Shaker: "Nothing better than one of my elixirs combined with a freshly squeezed fox. Here, take my mug and drink it all in one gulp."


The question about the mug.

A) Pick up the mug and drink it.

B) Refuse to take it.

C) Pick up the mug but don't drink it.


The question about the current state of the room.

A) Go to the bunny tied to the table.

B) Go to the bunny that awaits her punishment.

C) Go to the fox with the bag over her face.

oh no they're hot

Damn this birb is blushing. Give her a snappy one liner about which came first, the chicken or the egg. Chicks love that kinda shit.

Immediately tell her to hydrate. That bottle looks empty.

A BEAN BAG CHAIR? Talk about fancy.

Greet.

All three bowls have different text, but the red bowl had water and it doesn't seem like the first green bowl had pellets. Well, it's not phonetic, there's too many characters for that, unless it's a phonetic/syllabic version of one of the languages being used since those have similarly long words. If that's the case then translating the text is kindof useless since I have no idea how to translate the language.

Heh, I guess there is one way to figure out the language. Talk to the monitor-AI and get it to say specific words that we'll know the meaning to. Like, pointing to things, that sort of thing. Pointing to text might get it to pronounce the text, if we're lucky and it understands that's what we want.

>>1133785
The last three symbols that the monitor is showing match the last three symbols (that we can see from this perspective) of the door at the end of the hallway, so the monitor person seems to be directing you to the door at the end of the hallway, rather than the one right next to it.

Carefully (without exposing yourself too much) confirm the symbols of the door at the end of the hallway are the same as the monitor, and that there isn't someone who'll spot you around the corner.

Then, try the door as the monitor suggests.

>>1133790
>"Onsme, rni on nsmoe rni oernerise n rn rnion rnn. Reri rnirniooe rnemeriri rn, rnion rensmrni riren."

Assuming monitor face is actively giving us directions, might be able to guess a few words by its manner of speaking...

Onsme = 'Okay/alright', 'Sanʒe', 'Fido' (referring to our protagonist), or a similar starter word that would have a comma before a sitrep of what to do. The kind of word you say to start a briefing.

Rni = 'you', 'are', 'will' or some other three-letter word that would repeat often?

The monitor can mimic our protagonists voice, at least, as it directly said 'white light' in response to a query for it.

Most surefire way to learn a few alien words (as in, both their symbols and their vocalization) would be to visibly show us finger counting while pointing between symbols and it, repeating if necessary, until it symbols+speaks the numbers.

I.e. get the computer to tell us how it displays and says 'one', 'two', 'three', 'four'.

The arrow might be a good direction to follow.

Wouldn't hurt to take a quick look at the town this dock is on. Walk a couple blocks, see if any buildings stand out

>>1133830
Yeah, they could have other machines compatible with rune-generated heat power.

I think the boat is fully loaded tho

well we kind of just rushed to the harbor here to find a boat so now that we got that done as well as a place to store our stuff it might not hurt to give the island a quick pass to see if we can spot anything helpful before heading out.

Take some of the plants, we could make new types of food.

>>1133629
Nah its probably the big belly/womb Shrine that acts as the opposite of the big dick shrine with how boobs and butt are the opposite

>>1133701
But what if they become too enamored to leave and abandon their quest?

>>1133629
Foot shrine secret

Secret foot shrine.

>>1133623
Ah, that was a nice quest. We got to play with a big juicy goblin cock, and we've earned favors from all three of the local priests! And the Butt Priestess offered us something to help with her area, so if they all know sokething about their own faith's holy sites...

Is that how it works? One favor each makes three, right? Or is it just one favor collectively? I'm gonna guess it's three, just for opportunity's sake.

Butt Priestess: Ask about a monster in the Slime Swamp. Because if there's a chance for us to get fucked by gooey tentacles while our limbs are stuck in solidified slime blocks, I don't want to miss out.
Dick Priest: Show us a secret in the Crystal Labyrinth. With a name like that, there's sure to be fun treasures to find or traps to avoid. Or fun traps to get caught in.
Boob Priestess: We should learn about a monster in the Dark Vorest. That place sounds like it's either very dangerous or very safe and relaxing. Either way, we'll want to be prepared for whatever's lurking there.

>Secret Foot Shrine
Note to self: ask the gods to anoint a Foot God after we finish our quest. A world-saving hero can get away with a little heresy.

>>1113377
Ask the biological weapon if their wielder was born stupid or took too many blows to the distributed process matrix over the years, then attempt to negotiate directly with Sine. The one holding them seems like a rogue element with no authority to actually force them to fire.

Also, maybe just let Li.Ni.Si get laid, maybe it'll help give her reprieve from her own issues. Meanwhile, his Bad Luck Field seems beneficial to you. After all, B! Could have sent an elite killer after you but instead sent these two, presumably out of pity for the big one.

>>1113377
Alright, I have been informed Holdfast is the small creature on Sine's head. Fair enough.

Ask Sine to please not shoot you just because their pet idiot is kill-crazy.

Ask Sine why he's letting this little bundle of aggression giving him orders.
Go on a tangent about how he's clearly the sharpest of the two.

>>1113424
They live in an authoritarian populist regime; motivations towards loyalty are far more important to their survival than keeping the tentacles on the trigger. Now that they have 'due cause', they control the narrative of this encounter.

If we knew a way to turn that narrative around...

The spambots seem to love this one. It's always sad to see it at the top of /quest/ and then discover it's a false alarm.

you're in an obvious set up for a pincer attack. So instead feint left, then boost right through its line of fire to target its head

Silence 2026/11/04(Wed)23:49 No. 1133780 ID: 6d1406
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>>1133718
You execute the manuever, boosting through and getting in close, riddling the Heavy Mech's head with your machine gun.

Silence 2026/11/04(Wed)23:50 No. 1133781 ID: 6d1406
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However even with your pulse shield, you take heavy damage still, your left arm is down.

The Heavy Mech also isn't down yet.

Disengage and let the alien mech finish it off. Then everyone can gang up on the last enemy. Try not to take any more damage...

At the same time keep your gun trained on the missile pod, don't want it to fire at you in your damaged state.

Drake I think you might need to watch the news more often. It kinda looks like a whole racism movement started while you weren't paying attention.

>>1133759
Whatever this is it seems serious, do what she says for now but be sure to have that discussion ASAP.

Hey, a free flier!

should probably just do what she says

Just noticed she dyed her "hair" the same color as your eyes. She must really like that color.

B) this is non-negotiable. We can't abandon our people.

B) That's not making it right, that's keeping things wrong. there are more important things in the world than one's safety

B). being an adult means making decisions that may be wrong, but it is what you choose to do rather than what someone else wants

I'm not too happy Bobbie revealed us lesser demons to Actus, but I guess it's kinda moot point since Gram already revealed us to Actus before Bobbie did. Abdle probably should have said: "I picked up on some cues the way you said words such as "our father" or "our uncle""

But anyway, B. Ask Actus this hypothetical: "You said you have a wife, would you be willing to let your own family die if it meant saving me? Because you are essentially asking me to let my own family die to come with you."

"Even if we go with you, Maxwereus will still be looking for me even if the kingdom falls, and eventually, he WILL start questioning you, and be able to draw whatever hiding spot you have for me with his lie detecting ability."

(If Actus didn't already know about Maxwereus detecting lies, it is highly important he learns about it now so he can prepare).

Ask him why exactly does he still need to be a hero if he is so conflicted with coming after you.

Toxoglossa 2026/11/01(Sun)20:37 No. 1133641 ID: fc24be
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“Oh, come on. You think Argus unlocked some kind of butt magic?” Casey snorts.

Gabe cocks an eyebrow as he continues to finger her. “You think I’m joking? I’m telling you: Its just like Miki’s baking. Cole told me after we discovered him that my blowjob was, like… one of those masterpieces. The kind of stuff fae can’t get enough of.”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Blowjob artiste? How do you propose we test that?”

They look over at the Kol twins and Caleb as they bounce heavily on the far side of the bed. “Hey Cole! You mind coming and blowing Casey’s back out real quick?”

“Kinda… hah-busy here!” Cole pants as he heaves the bulky sailor up on his dick again.

“Ah, go on.” Caleb says with a chuckle. He stands up, still cradling Kol, and announces, “I need some more alone time with my boy anyway. We’ll be down on the beach in the bathroom if anyone needs us.”

If Gabes theory is true, the mice have turned into sexual cognitohazards for the Fey. Luckily they're not potent/virile enough to have their nudity/presence alone cause Feygasms... Yet.

Huh, come to think of it, that's kind of how Nymphs are often described - being so beautiful they can blind you or make you insantly fall in love.

Maybe the Moot-verse Nymphs can blind / enchant others (especially Fey) because they are a perfect expression of natural, artistic nudity.

Toxoglossa 2026/11/04(Wed)03:26 No. 1133747 ID: fc24be
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Cole groans and adjusts his back, working out all the knots in his muscles after the intense lifting session. His hand pumps at his still rock-hard cock idly and he asks. “So where do you want me?”

“In here, if you please.” Gabe says, spreading Casey’s cheeks for him. Casey gives a little butt wiggle to encourage the fae and winks back at him. “We need your expertise.”

Cole’s eyebrows knit together in an expression of confusion, but he obliges and lines himself up behind her.

“How about you? Are you just gonna watch?” Casey asks, noting the return of Gabe’s erection.

“Heheh, since when have I passed up a good ol’ Casey sandwich?” The sender says, adjusting himself to match Cole.

Feeling both shafts rubbing eagerly at her openings, Casey takes a breath and lets herself sink backwards. She moans as her body adjusts to the penetration, stretching the boundary between both cocks. The three settle into a familiar position as everyone gets comfortable

Angelic body and artisanal ass, Cole may end up going ultra instinct.

Toxoglossa 2026/11/05(Thu)02:34 No. 1133783 ID: fc24be
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Casey leans herself back and asks in a low voice, “How’s that feel? Feel good?” She rolls her hips a little, getting a lusty gasp from each of the boys.

“Ah~ In-incredible. You feel so good…” Cole replies, his voice barely over a whisper.

“Good. Don’t hold back, okay? I’ll just switch to angel form if it gets too much for me.”

The doppelgänger nods, his words caught in his throat as he slowly saws himself back and forth. Unable to recognize why at first, he feels this mouse doing something to him. Caught in a trance-like state, Cole feels her fingers brush against his knuckles as she coos.

“That’s it. Mmm… you feel so good. Keep going~”

“Ah~h…” Cole speeds up, driving himself deeper; finding her ever welcoming inside. Every push and pull is met with a perfect balance of relaxation and tension. Soon his balls are gently slapping at her hips, bumping against Gabe’s as he thrusts from below.

“Hehe, don’t forget about me~” The sender runs a thumb up the curve of Casey’s thigh, before circling her clit. Enjoying the sound of her moans, he plants his feet and pushes up off the mattress and into her pussy.

“Ah! Fuck~! Yeah- ah~ that’s it! Give it to me!”

Do not ask about the incident yet. Maybe next time you interact. Focus on the current state of things.
1, what's next? Does she have any tasks for you, or should you just start cleaning up the place on your own?
2, Is there anything dangerous in the facility right now?
3, Are there any more people hiding somewhere? (we've been told she's the only survivor, but we shouldn't know that)

There's no urgent questions. show you're a good reliable worker.

once she gives us the list, if any of our questions are relevant to the tasks we can ask them.

Ask her if there are any other ballistic turrets or similar measures in the facility. So you don't get shot, incinerated or exploded by something left on 'autopilot'.

Make a private assesment of Dr. Mabel thus far: Smash, or pass? Cutie, or not your type / incompatible?

>>1133683
>“Thanks for promoting me up to ass researcher though.”
>That’s… I can only fit so many characters on to the cards okay?
Doesn't look like she understood that was a joke. You might want to explain that it was a joke because you were attempting to lighten the mood. And it's also a way for you to try and not think about how freaked out you are to be in this situation.

(3/3) OMNI 2026/10/31(Sat)20:43 No. 1133617 ID: 13a5d1
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Oh!

Hello there?

[End of Thread 1]

>>1133617
Oh no he works FAST.

Is he wearing a fucking shock collar!

Completed thread, right on time for the spooky seasons end. Lets hope the guy didn't suffocate in the bag / is still alive.

When can we expect the continuation?

>>1133619
yes

>>1133650
ill be going on a short break from questing then will continue. updates may not be as frequent, since i wont be crunching to hit a halloween deadline. we'll see.

2/2 Buckwheat 2026/10/15(Thu)17:00 No. 1133022 ID: da477c
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As you enter his shop, the pungent odor of raw fish fills the room. It’s bad enough to make you cough and gag a bit.

Malcolm: “Ah just in time Eugene! Hurry over to the wash tub and get cleaning. The otter knight’s just put in a huge order for shark attractant! Those gluttonous sardine cans dare to tempt fate and bring home a most dangerous meal.”

Your muzzle scrunches up in disgust, forcing you to cover your nose even! You ask Malcolm how he can stand such a foul scent permeating through the shop.

Malcolm: “You get used to it with time. Now quit the bellyaching and start scrubbing those vials as we agreed. Surely this isn’t more vile than your own spray?”

You try to joke, saying your spray is a smell you’ve gotten used to over time as well. You then ask if the stain remover has been taken care of?

Malcolm: “Eugene, of course I took care of your stain remover. You did pay for top priority after all. Now enough flapping of the gums. I need those vials cleaned, all of them!”

You sigh and turn around. Looking at the pile of dirty vials, it dawns upon you that this might not be a simple quick wash, rinse, and dry. There’s a massive pile them! It’s going to be quite the time investment to handle this job.

Do you:

>Back out of the deal and apologize, let Malcolm keep your full payment for top priority
>Apologize and offer to help wash about half of them, explain time is short.
>Steel yourself and conquer the mountain of dirty glass! No garment nor glass will be spared the wrath of your sudsy cleaning skills
>Offer to prepare the fish instead and put Malcolm on cleaning duty instead
>Something else?

Something Else: Ask to borrow their vial holders. Fill the tub with soapy water and carefully dunk the vials in batches using their vial holders. Fashion a sponge-on-a-stick to give the interiors an extra do-over.

Perhaps you will be inspired to create a tool for such washing, or a machine even.

Also, get a clothes pin for your assaulted nostrils.

>>1133023
that could work

but if not then just do the job right

This is a bigger job than we were led to believe and we got stuff to make still. And real talk I don't wanna give anybody ammunition to say we do actually smell bad.

>>1133022
This is definitely a time to save!
I would apologize and wash about half of them, but you maybe could eat with Mr. Malcolm and split the spinach and corn as Raccoons are known to love corn? Washing then eating would be two birds with one stone, and food usually gets people to be nicer about paying off debts on a better day.

(3/5) kpwlt 2026/11/02(Mon)12:40 No. 1133674 ID: 127310
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Another wave of darkness emanates from the bundle and it drops to the ground with a terrible thud. Hella ignites, burning and stretching the net.

Simone raises her mace, almost tipping over, and drops it onto Hella. Sam hears a yelp of pain and sees the fire waver before chasing Simone away.


Sam can see pale shapes scurry between trees in the corner of her eye.

(4/5) kpwlt 2026/11/02(Mon)12:40 No. 1133675 ID: 127310
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Hella rises. Sam comes eye to eye with Justice McGregor and tugs her rope, unleashing the Collector-General.

The Collector-General lunges at Hella in a flurry of blue spears. The Jurist glows, and the two combatants are encased within a golden pyramid. It rattles with violent energy, and bursts after two or three bouts, sending the two skidding in opposite directions.

(5/5) kpwlt 2026/11/02(Mon)12:41 No. 1133676 ID: 127310
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The flames engulfing Hella have been reduced to embers. They extinguish as she appears to muster up her strength, pulling in the light and sound from around her.

With the Collector-General nowhere to be seen, and Hella appearing to be in a state of recovery, Sam draws a dagger and rushes the fiend.

Hella projects a blast of darkness towards Sam. Time slows, and all else dims. The figures in the trees cease their skittering. A cosmic crystal has been formed between Sam, Hella, and something far away… It will last for a fraction of a second before vanishing forever.

Sam feels a great weight threaten to plant itself on her shoulders.

>>1133676
The spiral. Use KLEIDAS! I guess, target the crystal? "unlock" it?

It's either that, or throw an effigy into her spell so it's the thing that gets slammed.

There's that spiral motif again. Use Kleidas. It is a way in, but it is also a way out; it may thus, when channelled via the crystal, be a method of negation (opening a door into unreality?). I think. But I'm not a tryptologer.

Keep that figure in mind. It is a consideration for later, and dependent upon you winning here, but it doesn't look like Clerk's Raven. Mayhaps something else is watching. Anyway, think fast, Sam. Don't have time for much else.

>You 21st century weirdos don't know anything about anything.
Bitch, try me! Why is Gale so big and produces no gale? I bet I figure out all your math on the first try!

>Assemble Slime heist team.
Oh, fun.

We should probably have Slime as the pick pocket; Slime as the master of seduction; that goofball, Slime, for distraction; Slime is a bit of a hardhead, but knows how to handle big gun, so thats who should be the muscle; the there is Slime, the pilot expert, for the quick getaway; and finally Slime the mechanic and hot-wiring specialist.

Depending on how easily pilotable the spaceship is (or if its AI controlled), you might need NASA scientists, actual astronauts, or a very adaptible drone/AI in your team to not have a space accident.

So I'd suggest a drone specifically capable of maintaining/piloting/hijacking a spaceship. Or an expert in hacking/smooth-talking any AI already present in the launch facilty/ship to help you instead of styming your heist.

You'll also need a mole(man) in the launch facility to gather intel for the heist, and be your man(mole) on the inside.

Can you just turn yourself into a spaceship or just wear one like a big suit of armor and everything inside should just be a lot of slime controlling it.

>>1133608
This

Add Gale to the Team as the muscle.

She can literally pick up the Spaceship (depending on scale), and it would take military armaments (explosives/flame) to stop her.

>>1133611

Oh, yeah! Have the wendigo suplex Brett!

Afterwards, have him roar while showing his sculptured abs, followed immedeatly by the scene of an Algonquian shedding a tear as the wicked spirit from his people's traditions that possessed the greedy and the cannibals, a creature serving as a cautionary tale against preying upon one's fellow man, is being sexualized by the offsping of the colonizing devils.

Now introduce a sexy villainess to rake in the goons.
She'll shove Dean down the stairs and then peg Kimberly in the ass with her stiletto high heels, shouting at the Wendigo to stop clowning around and deer him to death.

>>1133638
That seems like a twist useful for later in the movie, should the protagonists defeat or kill the Wendigo, only to realize it wasn't the only one - there's a whole pack or 'family' of them around.

Or one of the teens is a cannibal themselves (and possibly slowly becoming a Wendigo, or the 'offspring' of one) and the Wendigo leave them alone as they brought more prey for them to hunt.

Right now, one monster to focus on, no dividing the attention of the audience.

>>1133638
Why sexy vilaness when we can have 'Amazon Mommy' Wendigo to go with hunk Wendigo. Possibly as an even more violent creature than the male one, should the teens manage to defeat it.

Oh, there's a character we entirely neglected until now - Frank Wilkins! He was searching for the teens / waiting for them to reconvene at the cabin to tell the whole story of whats going on.

He could be useful if we need Brett or the girls to be rescued from imminent death by the Wendigo, shooting or harpooning the beast and forcing it to flee.

The alternative is that he IS the Wendigo (or allied with them), and wanted to lure the teens over to one spot...

Xerin 2026/06/23(Tue)01:39 No. 1128486 ID: 60438e
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> Does she know you were dreading having to manage her insipid scheme? That's about the only thing related to Silver which you totally didn't act on, while some random monster conveniently removed your loose end's entire hand.
I can’t imagine she does.
…
It’s ridiculous to even consider. How would she even know?
………
Unless… could she already have spies among the mercenaries? No, that’s silly. I only just learned of their location how would she have embedded a spy? Regardless, it’s not even been an hour since I switched my eye from the toiler to the valkin. Even if Silver had managed to infiltrate their ranks to learn what happened to her patsy and assuming the spy would be aware of why she would matter at all there hasn’t been enough time for her to receive that information. It’s conceivable through magic but again I can only conclude ‘no’. I certainly don’t watch through her eye very often but I’ve never seen even a hint that she’s dabbled in such heresy with her own hands or through an intermediary. It would be too big a weakness if Steel learned of it and wanted to depose her. Maybe-

>Otherwise you've been nothing but genuine to her. Does she not believe your Martinets have been fused to the wall?
Genuine is a bit strong of a word but-

>That's what you wanted her help with, right? Does she think you're hiding the fact that the toilers are revolting, due to overzealous labor extraction on part of the mongers?
No, I-

>Because I think she can see that from all the collapsed mines. She doesn't know you have an eye on her, does she?
Quiet!

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>>1128486
Im torn over you.
I admire your abandoned goal to tear this place down, i even admire just aiming to gain your own freedom.
But, im not happy about poor asher.
That said, theres more than you to blame for how it went.

There is something ive noticed were significantly better than you at.
Maybe its because were not trying to keep so many plates spinning, but we havent missed any words like you do when lip reading through your eyes.

Oh, and your faith in numbers over technology is, unfortunately, as naive as your dream of tearing down the mountain.
Weapons are called force multipliers for a reason.
And it gives asymettrical warfare a distinct advantage.
The tip of their spear will be small enough to slip into places larger forces would falter and be murderously sharp, so to speak.
I dont say this to cause you undue distress. Well.
Maybe a little, because im still grumpy about asher, but not much.

In the same way your dream of tearing down the mountain was tempered by experience into something more acheivable...
Right now, you are as inexperienced in facing weapons like these as younger self was the realities of life in your mountain.
And, its worth remembering, technology develops with the pace of a rockslide, especially under the motivation of war.
Little bits at first, a percievable quicker slide of larger things... then before you can react a rumble and youre crushed.
Well, worth considering, eh?

>>1128536
No dice. Been trying to convince this fella to change his mind about his deeds and self all morning.
So far, he is deciding whether his stance should be "I don't care" and "Maybe I should start hating that Asher girl since you won't shut up about her."

C'est la mort, or whatever it is they say.

So!
I suppose we should discuss strategy with Silver on what to do while we wait for the Preceptors to gather.
Also, probably check back on what Steel and Haddik are doing right now, if we have the time.

>my mo- mentor.
D'awww! You almost said it.
Let's hope she feels the same way.
Who knows, she may even arrange for your exile instead of your execution if you get caught!

Xerin 2026/10/29(Thu)15:56 No. 1133543 ID: f75993
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Gatezi strides ahead and opens the gate to the lift for her master and takes position next to the controls. Silver follows them inside, turns, and wait. The gate is left wide open of course. The lift can’t move until I join them and close it.

A childish impulse to slam it shut passes through me before my hand can twitch. My outburst didn't pluck at a single nerve in her heart. The consequence of avoiding her is that my emotional calluses have deteriorated. I'll need to sharpen my wits quickly to not get caught completely in her wake.

I take a moment to compose myself before joining them. My annoyance is kept to trying to crush the banister in my fist instead starting an argument I won't win.

>Also, probably check back on what Steel and Haddik are doing right now, if we have the time.
It’s barely been a few minutes since I last checked. I doubt much has changed.

>Maybe its because we’re not trying to keep so many plates spinning, but we haven’t missed any words like you do when lip reading through your eyes.
In the decades I’ve been cursed with you critters and the thousands of shapes you’ve taken barely a dozen of you have actually proven capable of reading. I doubt lips are easier than letters. No, I will not follow you down another path of nonsense today. Too much is happening.

>Oh, and your faith in numbers over technology is, unfortunately, as naive as your dream of tearing down the mountain.
No faith is necessary to know that when the blood is finished being shed the Preceptors will still be standing. The flaws of my brethren are numerous and disgusting. Self-preservation, however, is their greatest skill.

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Ooh, we are going to visit the big boss?!
And he's male?, I thought the Prophet would be genderless like the god, since folk said they were both alike.

Maybe you should ask Silver how she feels about her own performance as a ruler, since things got so bad in so little time, and now we have to inform him of this whole clusterfuck.

And since you keep blowing off our ideas, let's turn things around and give you a proposal. One that works for you and you alone.

Being powerful enough to be left alone for however long you live is untenable. It's just waiting out your existence.
We have two full-blown rebellions going on at once, we will never get a chance like this again!

We can help you, full-commitment and full-results, to change your life forever and for the better.
But you have to make a choice.
And you have to stick to it.

Will you manipulate everyone against each other to:
1) Avenge yourself and kill every last one of those who wronged you.
or
2) Finally ecape this underground misery cesspool.

This city is already dying. We might as well tilt it's falling corpse in the direction we want.
What do you say, oh voices, which one should he pick?