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900061 No. 900061 ID: f7b510

The sun burns high in the sky. Cracking the land with it's blistering heat. The way is vast and unchanging. Seemingly never ending in almost all directions.

Why would you be here? What drives someone to a place like this? Madness? Insanity? Who are you?
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No. 948709 ID: 28c1e4
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Soon after, as your mind starts to wander to the same dark paths it does as sleep creeps in, the kangaroo turns and wraps his arm around you. pulling the torn blanket up to help warm the two of you up.

It isn't often you are comforted by the warmth of another, especially not in such safe conditions. Your heart beats, but somehow that only makes him hold you closer. The heat of your body increased by his warmth.

Soon, sleep takes him. The night isn't so cold and lonely as you once thought.

No. 948710 ID: b1b4f3

Cute. Get your sleep.
No. 948722 ID: a593c5

Slumber and rest. Tomorrow will be the next step of your ordeal. You have to decide which barrel to take, and say farewell to the Angler.

I recommend the fish oil. I don't know how valuable it will be, but it only seems slightly easier to pawn than the other barrel
No. 948726 ID: e7c7d3

Well, as you continue your journey you can at least keep in mind that there is one place you'll be welcomed back with a smile
No. 948729 ID: 2e9721

I'm in the boat for taking the fish oil. As fun as illicit drug peddler would be, maybe being a legitimate salesrat would do more for your image, and get you to your wheels faster. I vote Fish Oil! over Fesh Oyle?
No. 948733 ID: 28c1e4
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Dawn Breaks, and the heat of the morning stirs you from your sleep.

You gaze around, and notice the angler still holds you close. You wait until he awakens to begin your day.

Angler: "So, ye were up to tha' task, ey sheila?"

You nod, as the two of you enjoy a breakfast of leftover mollusk and fish soup.

You: "Yup. I think it's about time..."

You make your final preparations for the trip. He says maybe one to one and a half day's travel, then you will come across sign to point you to the village.

The path he describes winds around a distant crest on the seabed. You curse that you will have to brave the salt on foot. Even with the shade of the crest and coral outcroppings, it will likely be very hot, and tiring, as you have to pull no small weight.


Removed: Can o' Guz

Added: Fish Oil Cart Storage
Shansei .45 Pistol
Burnt Cloak
Torn(er) Clothing
Plastic Bottle: Full of Water
2 Shotgun Shells
A foot of wiring
A spanner
Small Battery
Canister of Water: Full
Seatucka: Five days worth
Short Spare pipes
Lucky 8 ball Knob
Stielhand Grenade
A Screwdriver
Empty Tin Can
Tin of Anchovies
Bottle of Soda
Sunglasses Missing a Lens
Empty Ballpoint Pen
Box of Cigarettes (3)
Well Used Switchblade
Strange Key
Frag Grenade

Ancient leather Vest
No. 948734 ID: 28c1e4
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After the two of you load up the cart with the drum, and tie down your excess gear, he stretches and speaks up.

Angler: "As much as I dig ye look, ye come across as a bituva dag. They's ain't liable to be lettin' ya through if yous look like ya look like a filthy grimy bushrat."

In exchange for a cigarette, he offers you to take from his spare cloths and nonsense scraps to pull together a compliment for your outfit (Or devise accessories that might better suit your survival without a vehicle)

The more likely a former busher black powder wielding tinkering fisherman lorekeeper's apprentice would have lying around, the more likely you'll get to wear it
No. 948739 ID: 9876c4
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Soft leather enough to patch and pin the vest,
Drab pinstriped knickers
An olive drab t-shirt one size too big
and a vaporwave-themed party poncho.

Stretch goals (not drawn) are hand and footwraps, neckerchief, and a pair of raybans or dollar store shades.
No. 948740 ID: e7c7d3
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I should be getting ready for a flight, but then a rat paper doll appeared. Remember, it's not beach wear if the entire land is nothing but sand.
No. 948745 ID: ce39da

Ooh, can we get ^this^ outfit

With this one's hat and scarf?

Honestly, we don't want a cloak that stands out too much; we want to blend into the sand with it.
No. 948751 ID: c553cc
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Use the bottoms of old beer bottles to make tinted goggles, and use your battery and a miscellaneous device to put together a little fan you can hang off your cart to help the airflow.

go full nomad samurai
No. 948755 ID: a0dfd2
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The only thing that matters.
No. 948779 ID: 8b7c8a

I kind of like the kenshi plastic sieve headed road warrior turn merchant. I say combine that with the beach towel toga and the vest outfit to be worn in the early day or night time maybe get some pouches
No. 948788 ID: 8d726a

Your outfit right now is pretty cute. We should try to make something to keep cool In the desert. Maybe drape some mesh over a coliander and cut a slit to see through, that's pretty komuso.
No. 948822 ID: ca2950

Dress as a ninja so you can Naruto run at 30 miles per hour and dab away with someone's breadbaskets.
No. 948882 ID: b03c7d
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Since there's a bit of Oceanside psychadelic gypsy vibe going on, I recommend the classic harem shirts. I liked the beach towel idea too, alternatively maybe bellbottoms too. A way to keep the sun from your face is a good investment too.
No. 949124 ID: ea22eb

This one for when it gets colder,

And use this for travel and day. Combine with other as needed
No. 949226 ID: 9876c4

I confess, I wasn't really thinking about colder weather with a t-shirt and shorts. But, sure.
No. 949251 ID: 8d4593

I mean.
This is a desert.
Where the ground is covered in salt.

Loose fitting robes that are insulative to both heat and cold, shoes/boots/sandals, a wide brimmed hat, and something to cover the eyes.
No. 949324 ID: 28c1e4
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The two of you put together an outfit, and though it makes you look totally insane, you feel at least a bit less sweaty in the long thin cloth of this purple-dyed wanderer's garb.

With a colander and some more cloth, you fashion a fair hat to keep the sun from your face, and act as a mount for a small fan you devised to run off the battery you have. It tastes as though it has full charge, and you can disconnect it any time.

He insists you take a spare for when it gets more chilly out, so you take a pair of knickers that almost fit you, and his smallest shirt and handkerchief.


The pair when prepared take a strange path that leads up through the rocky cliffs before descending in a strange fashion made only possible by the Angler's superb knowledge of this area.

Angler: "So yah remember what I need roight?"

You: "Twenty gallons o' Goon, Welding wire, Hoses, and as many glass bottles as I can get my hands on. Will this barrel be enough to get you all you need?" You say, helping guide the cart down the cliff with him.

Angler: "Maybe, just make sure to use yer charm, eh Sheila?" He chortles as though he said something funny. Bloody bogun.
No. 949325 ID: 28c1e4
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As you reach the bottom, goodbyes are exchanged, and the Angler leans down to give you a small hug goodbye.

It feels so soon that you're already back in the desert. The salt dries the skin on your feet, and the heat reflects from the ground right back up your beach towel. It is bearable and you can travel easier than you could before with this getup.

As you silently start to wheel the cart away, he shouts at you. "Take it easy, Sheila! Ya still got yer best days-aheada ya!"

That sounds ominous. You think he means well. He begins to ascend, while you are left to ponder as you walk.
No. 949326 ID: 28c1e4
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THe Angler had given you directions, but with his ghastly tongue, he had only been somewhat clear.

Travel alongside the cliff opposite the pillar of steel, and follow in the shades of the rocks until you come to;

The tower ruin. What remains of a defensible structure used long ago for protection. Follow along the cliff there and you are going to reach;

The Shattered Dome. A large archlike formation of seastone and cliff-face. He says the shade can protect you from prying eyes.

Finally, continue along the stones and canyons until you reach the edge of a cliff and the village lay bare before you.

He said that if you made good time you could reach it in a day or two. You don't know what kind of pace he makes on foot with a heavy load, but it is probably more than yours.
No. 949327 ID: 28c1e4
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In any case, you've walked for a while, and made it out of the higher clifflands and back into the sandbowl of the great expanse below.

You've arrived as dark approaches. The cart proves a rough drag, but you are itching to continue, full of so much food and water. The layers along with your cloak can protect you from the ravages of most of the cold. You suspect.

You pull on the roadleather vest you had fixed up a bit, but what is your course of action? The pillar is still far away, and the empty ahead looks awfully... Well... empty. You would be traveling in a straight line way past dark.
No. 949329 ID: 9876c4

24 hours without sleep is feasible, especially if well fed.
Even in the dark you can see if your tracks are straight.

No. 949332 ID: d3cb99

I'd say seek shelter for the night, if you fear there may be none forward.
No. 949342 ID: ce39da

"Arriving after dark" doesn't seem like the worst thing in the world, assuming there's at least some slight shelter at the pillar itself. Get over there; your pace is dilly-dallying as is. Oh, and throw on your layers now; yeah, it might get a bit toasty in the meantime, but that will become a boon after dark.
No. 949347 ID: c571e8

Are these the same shipping containers as before? You never did look at that one that was upended, and there is still the matter of that giant glowing mutant beast that comes out at night.
No. 949349 ID: 8b7c8a

Are we worried about the ichor beast? I don't know if continuing on is the best bet. Maybe we should take shelter without fire inside a container on the edge of the salt.

If we continue straight into the dust, we will be really visible, but the benefit is that anything after you will be visible too. Then again, would we be able to step to a creature? Or maybe banditos?

We are currently coming down from a different side of the Angler's cliff, the unopened one was by the minefield. I still don't think we could access it right now though. We'd need torque.
No. 949503 ID: a117ed

Keep your eyes out for any lights in the distance while you cross the dry bay. It might be much easier to spot lights from the center of such a large clearing. If you spot anything, ready your weapon just in case.
No. 949876 ID: 9e04c9

Avoid the emptiness and follow his directions, which were to keep to the rocks. Also, it might be a good idea to wait until it's after dusk. Not that it's pitch black, that only happens during the new moon, but the darker it is, the safer you should be around here.
No. 950425 ID: 28c1e4
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You think as you begin to move forwards. From this point you can survey the land well enough.

The area in your vicinity is divided between the minefield, maze of containers, the canyon and cliff, and the stony rock faces that make up the edges of this ancient seabed.

If you were to follow all the way around, it would more than certainly double or nearly triple the time spent on the trip across the bay. So you resolve to take the shortest path to the first landmark, a straight line.
No. 950426 ID: 28c1e4
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The heat quickly fades as the evening grows more manageable, but you know that this pleasant warmth will drain from the air as soon as the sun falls below the crests of the ridges and canyons beyond.

Though you pull your cart along the salty earth, vermiculated with cracks by the heat of the sun, and dryness of the environ, but otherwise solid and easy to traverse terrain.

Though the air in your tyres is lacking, you still make fine pace, as you leave the great mountainous canyon of the Ocean Man behind you.
No. 950427 ID: 28c1e4
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Night falls like a net, entrapping you in it's embrace. Though it is not freezing as it is sometimes, the still warm air stands your fur on edge, as it's heat is sapped away in the passage of time.

The sky swims with stars as you near the landmark, nearly mid way across the bay you can still spot it against the starry backdrop.

The light of the moon is illuminating, and offers you respite from the drying light of the sun, all the light reflecting off the salty earth and your own self makes you plainly visible to all who look from miles on.

The night is still, and not even a breeze blows, but suddenly your instincts kick in. An ancient feeling, honed by too much experience puts you on edge.

The ground rumbles as a soundless shape begins to rise from the earth only a dozen meters from you.

The night grows darker
No. 950428 ID: e7c7d3

Ooooooh no...

Arm thyself?
No. 950431 ID: 210821

Try and get behind it to hide? However, we don't know what kind of nasty tail could be there...
No. 950435 ID: b1b4f3

Oh god it's one of those things again.
There's nowhere to run, and it's probably too big to kill with your gun.
Hide behind the cart and hope it's not interested in you?
No. 950438 ID: 8d4593

That looks like a giant horrifying.
Screw the Shotgun. Lob a grenade directly under it.

...Unless you think it would appreciate a fine can of anchovies.
No. 950494 ID: 9876c4

I would certainly rather use up the anchovies than the grenade.
No. 950506 ID: 0159f4

Don't we have like 5 days worth of seafood? Certainly thats more appealing than a can of anchovies. My recommendation is to try and fight your instincts of flight, and remain calm. Maybe you can offer it a fish or something while you ready your shotgun. If it makes a sudden move, blast it. Even though it's big, a shotgun blast still causes a lot of damage.
No. 950530 ID: 0fae41

I reckon those things aren't very big fans of you right now. Be very, very still.
No. 950532 ID: 8d4593

Oh that's right. In fact I wouldn't be surprised if the smell of that is what awakened this beast. Could just put that down and back away.
No. 950580 ID: 9e04c9

Arm the grenade and wait to see how the creature reacts.
No. 951048 ID: 28c1e4
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>Lob a grenade!
>Try to hide!
>Offer it some food!

Your mind races, as it always does, and you hold yourself from doing something hasty. Your steeled nerves keeping you collected. You reach into your sack of food, past the bag of herb that the Angler snuck you, and you grip some of your seafood ration.

With a quick lob, you crouch and ready your shotgun.

*Splat* The fish lands on the ground, and though you cannot imagine what the ichor beast may do, you can let your breath out for a moment as it pauses to soundlessly snuffle and slurp up the fish.

It still seems hungry, and as it emerges from it's sandy tunnel, it clambers forth, clouds of black smoke and fluid that will not stay sloshed upon the ground in its wake, as though it seeks to seep up to the sky and surround it's form in this strange hazy mist. The drops of darkness evaporating before they hit the ground, only adding to it.

You stand, hand at the ready to release the springloaded mechanism of your pipegun. Ready to lay lead.
No. 951049 ID: 28c1e4
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If only you knew more of these beings, the fish did but only slow it, and now it bring's its six eyed gaze towards you. It's glowing oculars piercing you in a way you do not find in the least pleasant, but unchanging. It obviously is a predator. A very efficient one at that, and it was laying in wait for it's prey, or for night. The ichor beast's cloud seems to cause the surrounding night to grow darker, while it's piercing vision cuts a line through the smoke.

It takes a step forward and your mind cracks as it fills with the memory of the creeping tentacles of the place of the Oceanman. You squeak.
No. 951050 ID: 28c1e4
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Suddenly, and without warning, the beast halts it's silent approach. As though something had cut through the creeping smoke and halted it.

It spits a few drops of it's gaseous fluid, pitch as night, and then it tumbles to the ground. As silent as it rose.
No. 951055 ID: 8d4593

Well Then.
I guess we give it a wide berth and KEEP ON TRUCKIN
No. 951057 ID: e7c7d3

Was the fish that bad?

Perhaps a sniper? Check around to see where it might of come from.
No. 951058 ID: 0efe8e

we should try to tame this thing, get ourselves a shadow-blob-dog
No. 951061 ID: 0fae41

Get as much distance as you can from the beast and the sniper.
No. 951072 ID: b1b4f3

Alright maybe you should turn around and make camp somewhere that doesn't have ichor beasts.
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