Trying to keep it alive edition
Intro:
>http://pastebin.com/cUuQQ6mp
Primary Cast:
>http://pastebin.com/GwrT5QVg
Character Sheet:
>http://pastebin.com/2gx5bYkw
Rules:
>http://pastebin.com/iJZVBT94
Lore:
>http://pastebin.com/gGMy1KsG
Tumblr containing additional lore:
>simmonsqm.tumblr.com
Bestiary (partially complete):
>http://pastebin.com/Tm0XG59k
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Twitter:
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Threads are archived here:
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>>44194960
Devlinson is exhausted. His eyes are red-rimmed and his white shirt is rumpled, the front carelessly smeared with tobacco ash.
“Big night on the town, Dev?”
The olderman wipes his face with his hand, pulling down his lower lip. Peeling it back reveals a misaligned row of nicotined stained teeth. Brown rot festers visibly in the crevices.
“Yeah,” he says, lifting his eyes to meet yours, “You could say- aw, Christ.”
His gaze is fixated on your nose or maybe more honestly, on your schnozz.
“It’s too early for this, Vince. Take it off.”
“I… I can’t.”
“Oh God.”
“I’m hoping the swelling will go down eventually.”
“Me too Vince, me too. I hope you didn’t spend a lot of money on that.”
You keep your silence. You’ve been trying to convince yourself that your little makeover isn’t really that bad since this morning, when you climbed out of bed and undid the bandages in front of the Shan family’s bathroom mirror.
Gained traits:
>Cyrano - Your very expensive nosejob has given you a beak befitting a bird of prey but not your face. -1 to Charisma
>Sneaky - Upgrade from surreptitious, +2 to rolls involvign subterfuge
>Tracker - +1 to tracking people or animals
>Ladykiller - +1 to Charisma rolls involving women
>Progress on Getting Fit
Traits Lost:
>Fuzzed - -1 to intelligence
"Anyway, we should get down to brass tacks I guess..."
>Yeah, lets. What's the job for today?
>There's no rush. Is everything okay on your end?
>Write-In
>>44195031
>>There's no rush. Is everything okay on your end?
Ah timeskip.
>Lopez will never call Vince
I guess that's karmic in a way.
It's not like Vince had a phone until recently though.
>>44194960
>There's no rush. Is everything okay on your end?
I'll be honest, when we start thread 1 so long ago, I didn't think we'd get to this point.
>>44195031
no bossfu
>>44195151
When the most important decision was whether to shave that morning or not?
So glad about voting for the buggies mission there.
>>44195075
>>44195151
>>44195167
>>44195182
>No Rus
"We'll get down to them when they're ready. Are you sure you're able to tough this out?"
"Ah..."
He rubs his forehead, uncertain of what to tell you.
"I guess I just pushed myself a little too deep into the bottle last night, Vince. C'mon, let's focus on work."
He reaches for your final assignment with him but fumbles it, spilling pages all over your lap. It looks like you're going to some kind of menagerie? Or weird art project...
>Perform a bullshit check on Devlinson (roll 3d6+3, boost with Nerves up to twice)
>Let it go, help Dev clean up the papers, start wrapping your head around the day's job.
>Berate Devlinson for being clumsy
>Write-In
Rolled 2, 1, 5 + 3 = 11 (3d6 + 3)
>>44195229
>>Perform a bullshit check
Vince had his coffee?
>>44195247
No, but bullshit is awareness (+2) with a +1 modifier from the ability itself. Coffee itself will be available soon, though you did some... unmentioned things this morning.
I adjusted the getting fit progress just now, so you are [7/10] of the way to expanding your strength/stamina.
>>44195229
>>Let it go, help Dev clean up the papers, start wrapping your head around the day's job.
Allowing 5 minutes before I go with starting the day's job.
Rolled 6, 1, 2 + 3 = 12 (3d6 + 3)
>>44195229
>>Perform a bullshit check on Devlinson
We don't have to SAY anything.
>>44195440
>>44195359
>>44195247
Alright, roll once more for bullshit detection.
Rolled 2, 4, 4 + 3 = 13 (3d6 + 3)
>>44195229
>>44195501
>>44195440
>>44195247
>11,12,13
Writing.
>>44195512
"Shit, I'm sorry Vince."
"It's fine," you say, gathering up bits and pieces of information and absorbing scraps of the day’s job as you go.
“Looks like I’m going to Ma Wan Island today, huh Dev? That should be nice, the weather’s grea-”
Mid syllable you give Devlinson’s desk a sharp kick and watch as he nearly jolts out of his chair. That’s a nervous reaction, not a hungover one. And with all the cigs he’s obviously been smoking, he must be genuinely stressed by something. Considering how cool he was under pressure from the corporate inquisitors when they were after you, the issue must be pretty serious indeed.
“Jesus, Vince. Don’t scare me like that.”
He’s clutching his chest.
>Shit, just tell me what’s really going on Dev.
>Dev, you look like you could use some chill pills.
>Boss, you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. I’ve got some good whiskey out in the car that we can discuss this over…
>Let it go, get more details on your job.
>Write-In
>>44195645
>>Boss, you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. I’ve got some good whiskey out in the car that we can discuss this over…
One step closer to Go-Go Devlin-san's Mystery Diary Adventures.
>>44195645
>>Boss, you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. I’ve got some good whiskey out in the car that we can discuss this over…
Drugs make everything better.
>>44195645
>>Boss, you need to calm down and tell me what’s wrong. I’ve got some good whiskey out in the car that we can discuss this over…
>>44195673
>>44195781
>>44195819
You finish getting all the papers together and neaten them before handing the file back to Devlinson.
“Thanks,” he tells you, running a hand through his curly hair. “Now, today, uh.. Today…”
He flips back and forth through the pages, rubbing his eyes. He squints.
“Today…”
“Let’s have a drink, boss.”
“Eh?”
“I’ve got some good whisky in my car that I was saving for somebody special. But I think you need it more today. Just stay here, I’ll bring it up-”
“Uh, wait. Let me come with. I need to get out of this office, it’s stuffy in here.”
The office is perfectly air-conditioned but you don’t mention it. You hold the door open and walk out behind him, pacing yourself not to overtake him as he hobbles past the cubicles.
“You know I gave up day drinking years ago,” he tells you, pressing the button to summon the elevator.
“It’s never too late to start over.”
“I guess not.”
You end up taking your newly decontaminated van and driving Devlinson off company property before cracking the bottle and pulling out your decanting set. The brown liquor rolls in the glasses as the van continues to drive the both of you on a scenic tour of New Kowloon.
“Now this is how to start the day,” remarks your boss, tilting back 3 fingers of expensive whiskey at once.
“I’m glad you like it.”
It really is good stuff but you make a mental note to pick up some coffee after this… and to try not to get too drunk.
“Is it helping calm your nerves at all?”
“A little. You’re a good kid, Vince…”
[1/2]
>>44195991
[2/2]
He reaches out to grab your shoulder in a friendly way but you wave him off.
“Neither of us is drunk enough for that yet,” you remark, taking a slug of the brown stuff yourself.
“But you know, maybe you could tell me what has you so worried.”
“Ah, well…”
Devlinson swishes his drink in his glass.
“I made some bad choices last week, Dev. I was down in this place I like to go to after work and I saw a fellow I recognized and… we shared some common interests.”
“Common interests? This is’t about to get gay, is it?”
That succeeds in bringing some color back to his face.
“What? No! We just made a bet was all.”
“For how much?”
“10 grand.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah. And I lost.”
>Wow, you’re fucked.
>What was the bet on?
>Do you have anything left to bet?
>Can you even pay up on that?
>Write-In
>>44196013
>“I made some bad choices last week, Dev.
Yeah like taking a sledgehammer to the cats.
Wait this isn't Vince talking...
>>What was the bet on?
>>44196066
My bad, that was Devlinson talking. Wrote Dev instead of Vince.
>>44196013
>>What was the bet on?
Well time for Dev to give ten thousand dollars in blowjobs this weekend. Get to it gwai lo it's a niche market.
>>44196066
>>44196122
>What was the best on?
“Russian bot fighting, Vince. I lost almost everything on Russian bot fighting.”
“I’ve never even heard of that.”
“It’s illegal Vince, they use replication plants to build the bots. Both teams get a little ration of raw material according to their weight-class that they have to design a drone around. Then they fight them.”
“Sounds… interesting.”
You’re lying, of course. That sounds unbelievably nerdy.
“There’s variants, of course. The guy I made the bet with, he was watching the mini-mecha bouts. And you know, that should have been my first clue. That and his suit. But wouldn’t you have bet everything on an American team in the face of a wannabe commie muscleman?”
“Probably,” you admit, “But I might not have bet 10k on it.”
“You weren’t there Vince, they were real Americans…”
>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=40SMfuAfhr8
>well, that sucks. How did they lose?
>sounds like you just need to pay up
>Maybe I can help you…
>Maybe we can go back to this place and see if he’ll agree to just let the bet go?
>Shit, nothing I can do about that
>Write-In
>>44196344
>>well, that sucks. How did they lose?
Those dirty Russkies play dirty?! Only we can do that!
>>44196344
Is there anything in this quest that ISN'T somehow Russia's fault?
>>44196344
>>well, that sucks. How did they lose?
You shut your whore mouth Vince.
>>44196415
Russiadid nothing wrong.Maybe.
>>44196392
>How did they lose?
"I'm not so sure real Americans would have lost, boss."
You tilt back another drink. You should start your day like this more often...
"Well, they just wanted to fight like men, Vinny. It's not their fault the Russians gave theirs a gun."
You almost spit out your drink.
"The American's didn't give theirs a gun?"
"No! They wanted to go mano a mano, that's why their odds were so long!"
"I'm gonna have to make a note in my diary, boss. 'Today I was the smartest guy in the room for the first time in my life-"
"Ah, shaddup."
You seem to have made him grumpy.
"Just a joke."
"Yeah, it's not gonna be a joke when the Ruskie tracks me down and cuts my nuts off."
He pours himself another generous helping of whiskey.
>Uh, I think you've had enough.
>(let him drink)
>(help yourself to another drink as well)
>Offer to help somehow
>Offer him a loan
>Write-In
>>44196553
>>Offer to help somehow
Owing Vince a favor would be nice.
Wait, are the replicator AMERICAN robot team in Hong Kong or on pay per view?
Where are these possibly-rigged underground competitions.
>>44196553
>>(let him drink)
I wonder how desperate he can get. Will he get selling-out-GEC desperate.
Of course they already have Shan falling into their pocket imminently, Devlinson's redundant.
>>44196553
>>Offer him a loan
Hey Simmons.
>>44196553
Russians bribed the Scyths, let a sprouter infestation fester under their own roof, invested in Polyium and hurt sonfu probably.
The final boss is probably Mecha Fungus Putin.
>>44196614
>>44196683
>>44196772
>>44196818
Merging the first two picks:
>Offer to help somehow
>let him drink
"Well, I'd hate to see that happen. I've heard some real nice things about your nuts."
He lowers the glass from his lips for a second.
"From who?"
"From the entire GEC extermination team. They say you've got brass ones."
He looks down into his liquor. Good recovery, Vince...
"I've got a little reserve fund, Vin. Just enough to get clear of Hong Kong and maybe catch a flight somewhere. I'd have nothing and I'd have to start over but... maybe starting from the bottom again is all I deserve."
"What? You worked your ass off for... for GEC, man."
"And what's it got me? A cushy desk job?!"
Devlinson is flush with anger now but you're slow to react.
"No, no. Boss, you deserve a good ending.”
“I don’t want an ending right now, PERIOD. You got that Esperanza? I wanna life like the one I’ve got right now!”
>propose he sell out GEC, work as an informer
>try and calm him down, see if he’ll give you a location for where he made the bet and with who
>Offer him an even bigger gamble to win it all back
>Offer him a loan for half of what he needs to pay
>Write-In
>>44196840
>>try and calm him down, see if he’ll give you a location for where he made the bet and with who
>>44196840
>>Offer him a loan for half of what he needs to pay
>>44196840
>try and calm him down, see if he’ll give you a location for where he made the bet and with who
Need for replicator nerds who aren't dead neighbors intensifies.
>>44196818
You got me.
>yfw final battle takes the form of a dance off.
>>44197053
You spent 12 minutes just to find that gif didn't you.
>>44197100
Nooooo. I spent it listening to that song over and over. It's really catchy.
>>44196944
>>44196947
>>44197011
>try and calm him down, dig for information
"Just... just cool it. We'll straighten this out."
"How?! How is this not irreparably fucked?"
>roll 3d6+4 to persuade your boss that you can repair this to an unfucked state. Yes, +4. You finally get to apply that cold-blooded Cha bonus.
Rolled 4, 3, 2 + 4 = 13 (3d6 + 4)
>>44197162
Finally!
Well actually we did so yesterday didn't we, only we were the source of the racist old man's terror.
Rolled 6, 1, 1 + 4 = 12 (3d6 + 4)
>>44197162
Time to boost? I mean we're drinking a little anyway.
Rolled 2, 3, 5 + 4 = 14 (3d6 + 4)
>>44197162
Rolled 4, 3, 2 + 4 = 13 (3d6 + 4)
>>44197162
I miss the good dice.
>>44197266
In the early threads it felt like you guys had a lot of good rolls. There are still hot streaks sometimes...
>>44197192
>>44197213
>>44197256
>13,12,14
You take a drink of the whiskey while making eye contact with Devlinson, doing your best to look as confident as he does worried.
You put down the empty glass. It clinks against the decanting set.
>temporary trait gained
> Inebriation (1) : +1 to Nerve Pool max, -1 Awareness, further drinking will stack different effects (3 hours)
You look away from the boss and then back.
"Old man, I spend all day in pits for you. If I can't pull you out of a little one like this... I'm not very good at my job, am I?"
He laughs, the first genuine release of tension you've seen from him all morning.
"No, you wouldn't be," he admits, "But we both know better, don't we?"
You smile, semi-sincere.
"Just tell me where you need me to go."
"The place is... underneath the old Opera House. The guy, his name was Sergei Ramnoyovich. He was a moose, Vince. A moose!"
Devlinson expands both his arms to their full wingspan for emphasis, almost slapping you in the face by accident.
"Yeah, he was big. Got it. They open this time of day or?"
"Ah, there's always somebody to take the money. That's a life lesson, m'boy..."
He's settling into the passenger seat and you start to worry he might fall asleep soon.
>Well, you want to go do this now?
>Alright, well I'd like to do my day job before fixing your issue so you're gonna have to go back to GEC
>We'll do that later. For now, you want to come and do some field work?
>Write-In
>>44197554
>>We'll do that later. For now, you want to come and do some field work?
No specs for Crusty today, but it's drunken exterminatin' time.
>>44197554
>>We'll do that later. For now, you want to come and do some field work?
>>44197554
>>We'll do that later. For now, you want to come and do some field work?
ROAD TRIP
>>44197973
Careful with those tabs now, buddy.
>>44197876
>>44197743
>>44197738
"Well, if they're always there a little waitin' won't hurt them at all, right?"
"Right," murmurs Devlinson. He has already closed his eyes.
"C'mon, boss. Don't sleep on me yet. We've got work to do."
"What kinda work? I thought you said we were making him wait."
"Well yeah, he has to wait. We're going into the field."
"Right, right- What? Take me back to GEC, Vince! Take me back right now!"
"Hey! What gives?"
"I haven't been in the field for years, Vince!"
"So?"
"I dunno! I dunno!"
"Then take your hands off the wheel! I'll take you back!"
"Good!"
"Fine!"
There's an awkward moment as you plug in the coordinates to go back to GEC HQ before Dev finally cracks.
"No, stop. I'll come."
"You sure?"
"Yeah... I just had a little flashback is all. Panicked and shit, forgot where I was. I'll come."
"Well, now I'm not sure I want-"
"I'll come, dammit! I'm not Rambo, you know! I'm not going to go all first blood on you!"
"Well, alright... do you mind digging out the file and reading through it for me? I'm going to get us some coffee."
"Yeah, yeah... pick up some extra booze too."
>Sounds good to me (get coffee and booze)
>Let's not push this (just get coffee)
>You know I've got coke in the back somewhere, right?
>Change mind, get nothing, just start driving to where ever this job is at
>Write-In
>>44198089
>You know I've got coke in the back somewhere, right?
Vince hasn't done a bump since... Tuesday. Surely he'll be able to resist this time.
>>44198228
No, wait, last bump of nose candy was on Monday. >>42786853
>>44198089
>>You know I've got coke in the back somewhere, right?
We don't need booze.
We might need coffee though.
>>43798758
>I'll write Vince looking into it at his next opportunity, most likely when he goes home at the end of this day. That and he'll get back in touch with Lopez at some point.
Man we're never gonna get around to these.
>>44198089
"You know I've got the good stuff in the back, right? The coke?"
"Shit, you've still got that?"
You crawl backwards over your seat and grab the bag, setting it down next to the booze in the middle of the van.
"Just wait until we stop, okay?"
"Sure... sure."
The old man glances from the bag and then back to you.
"Just wait!"
"Okay, okay."
He begins to fill you in on the details of the day's assignment.
"So... we're headed to Noah's Ark."
"Say again?"
"Noah's Ark, issa Christian theme park that was built way back in 2009 by the billionaire Kwok brothers. It was part of the deal they made for helping with the Tsing Ma Bridge development, yada, yada, yada. The whole turd was abandoned after one of the Kwok's finally dissipated one of the brother's and the other went into hiding. The park was already dying out due to lack of interest and that kind of distraction dried up their flow of funding. Place has been empty since... pre-war times."
"And nobody has touched it since?"
"Couple groups have been looking at it. But the real estate is garbage and it's too expensive for anyone to bother purchasing the land to demolish the thing."
"Well, how big is it?"
"It's full-size, Vince. Crazy bastards built it literally to biblical proportions."
"And why are we headed there?"
"Snakes."
[1/2]
>>44198446
>"Noah's Ark, issa Christian theme park that was built way back in 2009 by the billionaire Kwok brothers.
Oh hey it's that Wikipedia page.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Kwok
How much did God compensate Noah for each breeding pair he brought in?
>snakes
>indianajones.webm
>>44198446
"Snakes? In the overgrown biblical park? Is this a joke?"
"We got the call from the bridge owners, Vince. Told us people had been seeing things from up on the bridge. Big ass serpents slithering along in the dead of night, eating the ceramic animals and shit. There's a good chance it's just an urban myth. Or sewer lizards that crawled out of the river."
"Sewer Lizards with no legs?"
"Eh, some people think a weather balloon is a UFO, Vince-"
"Please, no joking about aliens or cryptids."
"Oh? I didn't take you for the conspiratorial type..."
"I saw something... once. But that was a long time ago."
>Drive on in mysterious silence
>Tell your tale
>Get back on topic, tell Dev to keep talking about those damn snakes.
>Write-In
>>44198568
>Drive on in mysterious silence
>>44198561
>not posting Thomas Kwok
Gaze into his scornful eyes and repent.
>>44198568
>>Drive on in mysterious silence
>>44198605
My god how hideous.
>>44198568
>>Get back on topic, tell Dev to keep talking about those damn snakes.
>>44198593
>>44198647
>>44198755
You turn your focus back to the road in an attempt to silence the discussion. Since the van is doing all the driving for you, it isn't very effective. Or dignified.
"A long time ago? How long?"
"Long enough that I don't want to talk about it. It's a stupid story, anyway."
"Maybe you just need to drink more!"
Dev pours out some of the remaining whiskey for you, but you decline.
"You have it. And hand me the file."
"Sure."
You're going to have to clear at least three floors of this place to be sure it's clean, all of them filled with different creationist exhibits. The gate'll be unlocked when you arrive, as the lock was cut by the bridge owner's last night. There are some play and queing areas outside, all covered in tall grass.
An abrupt change in the sound from the tires announces that you've reached Tsing Ma bridge. The sky, which was bright when you started your journey, has grown gloomier as you've progressed.
The Illegal dings twice as it pays the tolls and you discreetly check the status of the tracker you implanted in Mrs. Shan's daughter before embarking on your run earlier today. It looks like she's still at home.
The van parks itself outside the gate. You look down at the bag of cocaine. It's calling to you, but not so strongly that you can't say no...
>use cocaine
>don't use cocaine
>>44198866
>use cocaine
>>44198866
>>don't use cocaine
Not yet.
>>44198866
>>use cocaine
>>44198866
>embarking on your run earlier today.
Oh good, I thought we'd never get a chance to go jogging again between rescues and arsons and rescue-assassinations.
>>44198866
>>don't use cocaine
>>44195031
>Traits Lost:
Did Vince stay up all night banging his boss like his life depended on it (it does) or shouldn't he have also lost:
>-Strung out: -2 to STR/STA until you get some proper rest.
And actually, he lost this but it's still in the sheet: >>43564267
>-Badly Bruised - The concussive force of high explosive has caused your subdermal blood vessels to burst extensively. Much of your body now resembles overripe fruit. -1 Health, -1 STR/STA (swelling lasts one day)
And
>Money: $6963
Didn't Vince earn
>>43831754
> an extra two grand and change
Thursday, I can't recall what he spent his money on in big purchases besides the cell phones Wednesday.
>>44198866
Changed my mind>>44198943
>>use cocaine
Although I wonder how many days without coke Vince would have to go to lose his addiction trait, or if it depends on other factors like life not kicking him in the balls.
Rolled 1 (1d2)
>>44199134
You're right, I missed that because I was in a hurry. I'll figure out what the change was later, but for now assume you have
>$8963
at least. And I've dropped those others from the sheet.
>>44198894
>>44198943
>>44198946
>>44199019
>>44199160
"Cut it up, boss. A line for each of us."
"You got it, employee!"
You both do a fat line off the tray of the decanting tray and sudden;y everything is awesome and you're getting all kitted out to slay some fucking dragons, bro!
>Load out time!
>pre-made loadouts: http://pastebin.com/rdaKxjJQ
>Custom loadout rules
>Take two "medium sized items" (examples: Wrangling stick, sniper rifle, both chinese specs) and up to 4 small items (examples: pepper spray, screecher box, two grenades, brass knuckles)
>anything from your CS inventory is availible (moving all your junk back into the van is something else you did this morning) and if you have questions, just ask.
>Devlinson will kit himself with whatever you let him use from the leftovers
>Note: This may be the last time we use the old loadout system. I'm considering alternatives or at least streamlining to make it easier.
>>44199261
Mixer build.
Wear armor and thermal and helmet and such.
Fucking captchas
>>44199261
Also:
>Cocaine is now in effect!
>+4 awareness (this increase tops out at +4)
>STR/STA - [16/16]
>Nerves - [17/17]
>Lasts: 2 hours before comedown
Hey wait, I wonder if Lopez would enjoy helping out with revenge on clearly anti-Hispanic racism at that MedCorp clinic.
If he's not too mad at Vince for other reasons.
>>44199261
>The Mixer:
>Tranquilizer gun (50~ shots)
>Dual Chinese Specs (Silenced, cartons of ammo)
>Bag of Taser Grids
>1 Frag Grenade, 1 smoke grenade
>Bag of Bait
We're coming for you, God.
>still only worth 25bux as a spec bonus
>>44199261
I like the mixer but can we trade out on pistol for a wrangling stick? And Let Devilson have the other I suppose.
>>44199537
You'd have to trade both pistols out, since just one is only a "small" item and the stick is a medium. Don't worry, you can trade items freely as things progress.
>>44199357
>>44199480
Uncertain of what you'll find, you decide to bring a mix of firepower and suppressives. You don your body armor and helmet, lowering your thermal goggles to scan the entrance area that lays beyond the parking lot. Lots of little heat blips, some as big as dogs. Those might muta-rats, but anything cold-blooded, no matter how large, would be difficult to pick out at this distance due to thermal noise.
Turning around you spot a very large heat signature indeed as Devlinson tries to fit himself into your hazmat suit.
"Give a man a little privacy, will ya?"
"Sure, sure. Part of me thinks we're gonna need a picture of this though."
A few minutes later he manages to worm his way into the suit and from the back of your van he selects your fire axe, the taser, two frags, your spare gas mask, and he tries to pull out your sniper rifle but you tell him off.
"You're too drunk for that."
"Fine. I'll go with old reliable then" he says, pulling out your wrangling stick.
"You'd be surprised what you can do with one of these..."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that..."
The two of you close up the van and walk down to the gate, which has already been unlocked as promised. Ahead is the overgrown entrance area. Some portions still have walkable paths but it would be faster just to cut past the various barriers and walk through the grassy parts.
>stick to the paths
>walk through tall grass, try to catch Ekans
Also:
>Move in silence
>Make small-talk as you proceed
>>44199629
>Move in silence
>stick to the paths
>>44199629
>>walk through tall grass, try to catch Ekans
>>Move in silence
Ferk yer! Gunna get me a ekans!
>>44199261
When was the last time the
>Money: $7673
figure was accurate?
November 2nd, between threads 26 and 27?
To get the $710 reduction to reach the number you reached, what did you include?
Ctrl+F'ing for dollar signs in the archives
>>43939130
>$50
>>43834051
>$500
>>43797017
>$20
>>43677020
>$200 + $2*20*2 = $360 to silver pete Thursday morning
So that's $930 in costs yesterday assuming they all used the symbol $.
But then there's also this week's payday and bonuses, which I have no idea what they added up to.
>>44199629
>walk through tall grass, try to catch Ekans
>Move in silence
Arbok best first gen.
>>44199629
>>walk through tall grass, try to catch Ekans
>Make small-talk as you proceed
Good thing we fed our Dev some Rare Candy before we started.
>>44199690
That's pretty much everything I added together before we ran today. I didn't realize it had been so long since I gave a total in the thread, but I'll make sure to do that more often. I think I used a number from before the purchase of your phones and there were a few pluses, like $200 from Zheng's wallet.
I'm fairly sure the number is now accurate, but I did have to skim as far back as thread #22 to produce the number. Don't stress about it, you guys have been doing very well money-wise since the start of the quest.
>>44199718
>>44199672
>>44199665
>>44199896
>Move in silence through the tall grass
You tell Devlinson that you'll be proceeding silently from this point onwards and he nods, wrangling stick in hand. The two of you walk into the tall grass together and you do periodic visual sweeps with and without your goggles. There are indeed Muta-rats here and two of them are approaching you through the grass, thinking themselves hidden.
>shoot them dead (no roll required)
>try to take one alive, see if it has any interesting mutations (roll for trank shots)
>toss bait bag into the grass, keep moving
>write-in
>>44199941
>toss bait bag into the grass, keep moving
>>44199941
>>shoot them dead (no roll required)
>>44199941
>>shoot them dead (no roll required)
Need bait for big and dangerous things.
>>44199941
>shoot them dead (no roll required)
>>44199969
>>44199981
>>44199997
>>44200095
You shoot both of the rats dead and leave them where they lay.
"What did you just shoot?"
You'd forgotten that Dev lacks thermal goggles like yours.
"Muta-rats, I think. They were waiting for us in the grass."
"And you got them both?"
"Yep."
"Hot dog! You wanna make pinatas?"
"I'm american, douchebag."
"No, I mean do you want to stuff them with bait? I mean snakes eat rats, right?"
Good point.
>take Dev's suggestion, stuff each rat with a share of bait
>you'd rather hold onto it for now. These "snakes" could be anything and might not eat rats.
>write-in
>>44200132
>take Dev's suggestion, stuff each rat with a share of bait
Good call boss
>>44200132
>take Dev's suggestion, stuff each rat with a share of bait
>>44200132
>>take Dev's suggestion, stuff each rat with a share of bait
Only one way to find out.
>>44200146
>>44200151
>>44200165
"I think that's what the manual said. Now how do we do this?"
"Well, it's easiest to go through the rear but we've got to hurry before they stiffen up."
"I don't like this plan anymore."
"Don't be a pussy, Vince. You've gotta have more stomach than that for a job like this."
"Well, be my guest. I'm not the one in the haz-mat suit."
A few stomach turning moments later, both rats are successfully loaded with trank bait and hurled into a nice open area.
"Here, snakey-snakey. You see anything on the thermal goggs?"
"Nope..."
>Select one and roll 3d6+4 Awareness, with Nerves to boost up to twice.
>wait a while to see if the snake shows up
>head for the actual ark and leave Dev here with the baited corpses
>head for the ark together
>ask Dev if he'll head into the ark for you
>write-in (don't forget you can exchange equipment)
Rolled 1, 4, 3 + 4 = 12 (3d6 + 4)
>>44200342
Ah right, the snake would be cold blooded.
Maybe someday he'll get infrasonic vision app on his Illegal.
...Actually does he have that on him.
>wait a while to see if the snake shows up
>>44200132
>>44200342
Still dropped trip.
Rolled 4, 5, 3 + 4 = 16 (3d6 + 4)
>>44200342
>>wait a while to see if the snake shows up
Lose your name mate?
Rolled 2, 1, 6 + 4 = 13 (3d6 + 4)
>>44200342
>>44200403
Weird. I didn't even move to another thread.
>>44200342
>>44200132
Me, obviously.
>>44200430
You do penetra-vision research yet?
Rolled 5, 3, 6 + 4 = 18 (3d6 + 4)
>>44200342
>head for the ark together
>>44200475
Damn fourth roll, now luck returns.
>>44200459
Nope but I'm not sure how useful it would be in an outdoor environment with background noise.
>>44200420
>>44200410
>>44200384
>>44200475
>12,16,13
You spend the best part of an hour staking out the spot but no snake. You get excited when you spot something emerge from the water but it reveals itself to just be some variety of over-sized waterbug when it reaches the beach and scuttles off into some nearby reeds.
Thoroughly bored, Devlinson vents his frustrations by tapping on a nearby animal sculpture with the wrangling stick, which angers a needlefly nesting inside. It crawls out and takes flight in the old man's direction but he swats it neatly with the stick.
"Still got it..."
Looking past him, you finally spot the grass rustling as something enters it and moves towards Devlinson at high speed.
"Boss! Something coming at you, three o'clock!"
>Roll 3d6+3 for the old man to get the first strike with his wrangling stick
Rolled 4, 4, 4 + 3 = 15 (3d6 + 3)
>>44200643
Is that a coke bonus or is he good with his wrangling stick.
>>44200643
It keeps happening.
Rolled 1, 6, 4 + 3 = 14 (3d6 + 3)
>>44200643
>>44200643
Dropped trip again. I swear it's not on purpose.
>>44200686
This is experience, I'll make the call on whether he boosts or not.
Rolled 1, 6, 3 + 3 = 13 (3d6 + 3)
>>44200643
Rolled 13 (1d20)
>>44200686
>>44200730
>>44200741
>15,14,13
Devlinson hears your warning and pivots in the direction of the threat. He crouches down into a ready position and using your thermal goggles, you're able to track a line of heat as it flies beneath the grass cover. When it reache's Devlinson it leaps but he catches it handily with the loop of his wrangling stick and flips it over. This is no mean feat; the creature is at least 2 meters long and looks to be as thick as Dev's arms.
Dev calls you over, clearly pleased with himself but also struggling to keep the creature under control.
"Found your ex, Esperanza!"
Laying on it's back in the grass is the biggest centipede you've ever seen.
>try and inject it with tranquilizer
>take the axe and kill it
>try and taser it
>shoot it
>write-in
>>44200902
>>take the axe and kill it
>>44200902
>try and taser it
doubt a tranq could get through it's chitin.
>>44200902
>>try and inject it with tranquilizer
Actually, how does that reuseable taser stack up against single use taser grids. It was never mentioned.
>>44200963
Weaker but still more than enough to down and maybe kill a full-size man. Taser grids are made with one-shotting large game in mind.
>>44199941
>I think I used a number from before the purchase of your phones
You mean stated a total in the thread? >>43340571 Wasn't then. In fact, was the last time that happened... never?
It might be good to note the totals of health, STR/STA, Nerves and dollary-doos all at starts of threads at some point.
Especially for archive readers coming along, since the pastebin is off-site and impermanent.
Rolled 2 (1d3)
>>44200952
>>44200958
>>44200963
>1 for axe it nicely
>1 for taser
>1 for trank
Rolling for quick tiebreak, result corresponds to order of listing.
>>44201083
Oh it was Wednesday morning. >>43075622
>>44201120
No wait this post >>43077447
>>44201090
Not wanting to expend your limited number of grids, you snatch the handheld taser from Dev's belt and jab the many-legged horror right in its soft underbelly.
This is something of a mistake. The electricity causes the only partially restrained centipede to lash out in pained and frantic spasms.
Devlinson struggles mightily to keep his hold and ultimately he succeeds in keeping it from escaping but only because the struggle causes the body of the centipede to shear off from the point where it is held by the wrangling stick.
>Devlinson expends two STR/STA
The large part of the body goes largely limp but the smaller portion attempts to escape until you capture it under your boot. Even then it attempts to gnaw through the sole, painfully but not severely piercing the underside of your foot before life leaves it entirely.
>Guess this is our snake
>Ever dealt with these before, Dev?
>Check surroundings
>Examine remains
>Write-In
>>44201259
>Ever dealt with these before, Dev?
I guess we need to go get a cage or bottle for this thing.
>>44201342
>life leaves it entirely.
>">Examine remains" option
Anon I don't think it's going anywhere. Just tie its head to a belt loop. Or toss the thing, GEC isn't gonna pay you for a corpse.
>>44201259
>Check surroundings
Snake...singular?
>>44201469
I fucked up. I thought the "examine remains" was talking about the larger body and the smaller was still alive.
>>44201342
>Ever dealt with these before
"Any experience with uh, centipedes?"
"Not of this size!"
Devlinson sounds like he's still exhilarated by all the action.
"How big then?"
"Oh, like a foot-"
You jerk loose the embedded jaws of the colossal centipede from your boot as he talks.
"-but still really vicious. They're predators, you know? The tigers of the insect world, hunting and mauling whatever they can grab, which is everything. They're so quick. Like you would not believe."
"You just had one line, right?"
"Yeah. Did I mention they're usually venomous? And nocturnal?"
"Well, this one wasn't. Unless he just got up for a midnight snack. And I hope to hell they're not venomous..."
"Well, they're usually not venomous to humans. Maybe he came out because he smelled the rats?"
"Maybe. You know anything else about these guys?"
"They like humidity, darkness, and enclosed spaces?"
"Like the inside of the ark?"
"Probably."
Looking around you, there are plenty of places more 'pedes could be hanging out. Dilapidated convenience stands, drained pools full of trash and leaves, trash cans that haven't been picked up in years, and the animal sculptures themselves, which Dev already demonstrated to be hollow.
>Head into the ark
>Examine old convenience stands
>Examine animal sculptures
>Examine old pools
>Examine trash cans
>Head back to van, re-equip.
>write-in
>>44201649
>Examine old convenience stands
>Examine animal sculptures
>Examine old pools
>Examine trash cans
We should drop the rats near the ark and do a sweep of the outside.
>>44201649
>>Examine old pools
Time to riddle them with bullets.
Maybe smoke grenades to get them out if necessary.
>>44201649
>Examine animal sculptures
>>44201730
>>44201736
>>44201899
>examine old pools and toss rats by the ark
You move the rat corpses nearer to the ark, hoping to lure out more centipedes. Then you go to inspect the pools.
They're concrete obviously, but their drainage systems have been clogged for decades and thick mats of compressed garbage have settled into them, filling them nearly to the brim. The top layer is soggy and loose but the stuff on the bottom has probably turned into something very much resembling a dirty concrete thanks to pressure and the passage of time.
It stinks to high hell.
You note stuff swimming in the surface puddles and long-legged pseudo-arachnids who step through the scum and muck without paying much heed to you.
You don't notice any movements on the surface of the pool but you see some holes bored in the center of at least two of the ponds which you are tempted to investigate.
>Investigate holes
>get something from Devlinson
>toss frag grenade into the center of one of the pools
>Examine something else (trash, animals, stands)
>write-in
>>44201951
>>toss frag grenade into the center of one of the pools
Can Vince's baseball arm double as a basketball arm and land it in the hole(s)?
Get waaay back Dev.
>>44201951
>Investigate holes
>>44201951
>write-in
toss grenade into one of the holes.
>>44201996
>>44202058
>>44202172
>toss grenade into center of pools, try to land it in one of the holes
"Dev!"
Your boss looks back at you; he's been watching the ramp to the ark for more 'pedes.
"Dev, I'm gonna frag the pool! You need to find cover on the other side of the park!"
He nods and retreats to a safe distance, sheltering behind a convenience stand. You put some distance and one of the nicer trashcans between yourself and the pool as well before drawing the pin on the frag grenade.
Now, did the instructions say three seconds or four?
>roll 3d6+1, boost up to twice with STR/STA
Rolled 6, 3, 2 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)
>>44202317
Boomshaka
Rolled 2, 6, 4 + 3 = 15 (3d6 + 3)
>>44202317
coke boost?
>>44202371
>>44202354
Boosting is up to anons here. You do have a big reserve of STR/STA to draw on thanks to the coke, so a double boost isn't such a big deal (though it expends 4 points).
Need one more roll, hoping for a good one for your sake.
Rolled 1, 2, 1 + 1 = 5 (3d6 + 1)
>>44202317
First thou shalt take out the holy pin, then shall you count to three. No more, no less. Three shall be the number you shalt count and the number of the counting shall be three. Four thou shalt not count neither count thy two excepting that thy then proceed to count to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number reached then lobbest thou thy holy hand grenade of antioch towards thy foe.
Rolled 4, 6, 1 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)
>>44202317
>>44202431
Fucking trip dropping.
>>44202435
>Five is right out
>rolls a five
this is my life.
>>44202435
>>44202371
>>44202354
>12,13,5
Do anons want to boost? Remember only two scores need to meet the DC, though 3 is usually better so you're not necessarily fucked here.
>>44202480
Boost 1
>>44202480
Double boost just to make sure the fucker goes right in there.
>>44202480
Boost once. We seldom use STR.
>>44202557
Changed mind, boost twice.
That uses the extra 4 STA that cocaine blesses us with before it vanishes.
>>44202494
>>44202497
>>44202557
>>44202583
>double boost
>14,15,7
>STR/STA: [12/16]
Your baseball experience isn't too helpful for lobbing this grenade but you somehow manage to land the grenade neatly in the center over the small holes. Without warning, the holes then collapse under the weight of the grenade and it tumbles beneath the surface of the pool.
There's a muffled "whoom" and then the contents of the pool seem to bulge out and erupt in a deafening explosion. Pulverized aluminum cans and plastic fills the air with shrapnel and it takes a good minute or two for everything to finally settle down, though your ears are ringing again, irritatingly enough.
Approaching the remains of the pool, you find the cratered smeared with burnt ichor, the few oozing remnants of whatever massive creature lived beneath the pool being a blue/green hue.
Devlinson sprints up beside you.
"It must have filled almost the whole pool."
"What do you think it was? Centipede mom?"
"Centipede had red/brown blood, pal. This is just... I have no idea what this was!"
>roll 3d6+4 awareness, nerves to boost
Rolled 3, 2, 6 + 4 = 15 (3d6 + 4)
>>44202758
Think there are more boss?
Rolled 4, 1, 4 + 4 = 13 (3d6 + 4)
>>44202758
Jesus.
So much for that spec.
Rolled 6, 5, 6 + 4 = 21 (3d6 + 4)
>>44202758
>>44202812
>>44202789
>>44202786
>15,13,21
Boostos?
>>44202812
Christ.
Who did you sacrifice for that roll?
>>44202786
It filled an entire pool, and therefore must have been too large to leave through those holes.
So only its children could exist.
We probably woke up everything though that will want to come investigate and/or eat.
>>44202835
Boost once. It's gonna run out anyway.
>>44202835
single Boostobecause I like things divisible by 2
>>44202884
>>44202859
>>44202884
>>44202786
>>44202789
>>44202812
>single boosto
>16,14,22
Despite the ringing in your ears you can still hear something slithering behind you and you whirl around in time to see long pink and brown tendrils moving along the ground in your direction. They’re immensely long, having emerged from the center of another one of the pools. You turn Devlinson around so he can see and then you both bolt in opposite directions. The tentacles pursue but ultimately cannot extend far enough or quickly to grab either of you before you get away. They sweep back and forth, searching within their entire radius. One finds the centipede carcass and wraps itself around it before snapping back into its hole. The rest continue to search until they touch one another, at which point they snap back as well.
“Ever seen something like *that*?”
“Nope.”
>run to the ark entrance, try and hurl one of the rat carcasses onto the pools surface to try and get the creature to consume it
>use another frag from Devlinson’s belt, nuke that sucker
>just get inside the ark, maybe it’s best to let this guy lie for now. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anyway.
>write-in
>>44203036
>Nerves: [15/17]
>>44203036
>just get inside the ark, maybe it’s best to let this guy lie for now. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anyway.
Oh right there's more than one pool. Fun. A sessile creature. Nearly impossible to bring in.
>>44203036
Go back to the van and take a single taser net.
Apply taser net to fetid pool.
>>44203036
>>use another frag from Devlinson’s belt, nuke that sucker
Having fun yet boss?
>>44203036
>just get inside the ark, maybe it’s best to let this guy lie for now. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anyway.
>>44203117
As seen in the water plant though, that's notoriously fatal, not just knocking it out.
These things are too interesting to kill, especially when they're already hard-pressed to escape. Crusty might want them later.
>>44203154
There should be more than 2 pools here. The alternative would be to somehow tranq the thing.
Maybe disassemble a few tranq darts and pour the contents into the pool?
>>44203192
That's... that's what the rat carcasses option was for.
They're stuffed with trank bait.
>>44203215
I suppose but they might already be eaten.
>>44203100
>>44203154
>get into the ark
>>44203134
>blow up pool
>>44203117
>electrify pool
Ark it is. Writing.
Ah, these guys.
>>44203349
You and Dev sprint for the nearest entrance but despite you being the on kitted out in heavy body armor, Devlinson is the one wheezing on arrival.
"Agh, holy hell... hold on a second man..."
He hacks up a loogie of impressive size and lands it in some nearby overgrowth.
"That's better."
He pulls out a pack of cigarettes.
"You want one? It's the second best thing for your comedown."
>Sure
>Nah
>Don't light that now
>What's the first best thing?
>Write-In
>>44203424
>Nah
Trying to be healthy and shit. Our life literally depends on it.
>>44203424
>Nah
>What's the first best thing?
It's gonna be sex isn't it.
>>44203414
That is very close to my mental image. Is there a sauce to that tentacle? A quick google revealed nothing.
>>44203481
It's another line of coke
>>44203488
>>44203414
Nvm, source is don't starve.
>>44203481
I'd be scared if you guys waifu'd Dev.
>>44203508
Of course not, we could never do that toJeremy
>>44203466
>>44203481
"No, I'll suffer through."
"Suit yourself."
Devlinson unzips the helm of his hazmat suit to spark up just inside the entrance. The smoke curls up towards the ceiling, seeping into the crevices between planks of rotted wood. You can hear movement up there but without flashlight of your own, you have to wait for Dev to finish his cig so you can start exploring using his helmet light.
It takes about 7 minutes for him to finish and then the two of you are off, exploring the "museum" room by room, starting with Noah recieving the instructions on how to build the ark. Here is a broken but still standing manikin of the bearded man and his many sons, whose faces have all melted or been vandalized. His wife gazes up from the floor, having been tossed across the room at some point.
A detailed infographic explains the dimensions of the ark, how it was 300 cubits long and it's total water displacement. Your head aches and you feel your high slipping away.
>Cocaine high lost!
>STR/STA- [12/12]
>Nerves- [11/13], damaged by comedown.
>Awareness +2
You keep moving. Here is God, passing judgement from a thundercloud on the decadence of mankind. The pain in your head intensifies... The illegal beeps in your pocket. No signal.
>check surroundings (awareness check)
>ask Devlinson if his phone has a signal
>try and find if you can do some sort of diagnostic using the Illegal. You had signal outside...
>Write-In
Rolled 6, 4, 2 + 2 = 14 (3d6 + 2)
>>44203781
>>check surroundings (awareness check)
That's new.
Is this a museum or a bomb shelter.
>>44203781
>>try and find if you can do some sort of diagnostic using the Illegal. You had signal outside...
Wait, natural creatures nesting doesn't usually cause interference.
There could be social deviants in here with a hideout.
>>44203781
>try and find if you can do some sort of diagnostic using the Illegal. You had signal outside...
God causes poor cellphone signals?
>>44203946
Ludd was right all along.
>>44203849
>>44203924
>>44203946
>try and find a diagnostic or something on your Illegal that will help you understand
Tooling through the Illegal's interface is no walk in the park. There are settings for your settings and apps for your apps, as though someone had set out to create the UI equivalent of Russian nesting dolls. Everything has a mysterious name and no help index. Oh, how you pine for the Windows 13 machines of your youth.
>Intelligence check to run the right program, three straight rolls of 3d6, no boost.
Rolled 2, 4, 3 = 9 (3d6)
>>44204075
oh the wonderful world of open source software with 0 documentation
Rolled 5, 4, 2 = 11 (3d6)
>>44204075
Rollin
Rolled 1, 2, 5 = 8 (3d6)
>>44204075
Isn't Vince a teenager right now when Windows 10 is out?
>>44204174
Yeah, but they skip 11 and 12 so 13 comes out 4 years from now.
>>44204144
>>44204161
>>44204174
>9,11,8
Clock cycles, RAM, flash drive integrity, where's the damn wireless?
You give up in disgust.
Moving onward, you enter into a room that is a vast diorama of some ancient patch of land. A miniature of the ark sits half built on the far end of the room, while denizens of nearby cities gather to mock Noah's efforts.
God watches from the corner of the room, his eyes flashing red.
You can see something curled up inside the half-built ark.
>blow it away with your guns
>get closer, drop a taser grid over it
>have Dev try and restrain it or do so yourself
>keep walking
>write-in
>>44204327
>get closer, drop a taser grid over it
>>44204327
>>have Dev try and restrain it or do so yourself
Luddites?
And wait. In what sense are those eyes 'flashing'.
>>44204327
>>write-in
Use trank darts.
Since we have an antidote to that, but not to electricity.
>>44204327
>God is literally blocking the signal.
>>44204327
>>44204429
Of course, God must be the one blocking QM's trip!
>>44204327
I don't know why it's dropping so much. At this point, if someone wanted to imitate me I'd probably just be flattered and fall asleep so it's no big deal.
>>44204417
>>44204396
>>44204362
Another tie. Question for >>44204417, are you trying to shoot it with your trank gun or literally stab it with the dart?
>>44204481
Yup, and he just killed my last post. Luckily nothing important. Mostly just wanted to ask >>44204417
Do you want to shoot it with the dart or literally stab it? Because your LOS is very poor right now.
>>44204483
>>44204518
Post is still there.
Oh. I guess. Uh. Stab it. Or get Devlinson to do it with the wrangling stick.
Rolled 1 (1d3)
>>44204601
Alright, rolling for what option you take.
>>44204362
>>44204396
>>44204417
>>44204623
You get Dev to turn off his light and lower your thermal goggles. The thing in the ark looks to be a coiled centipede, a little smaller than the one you and dev accidentally killed outside.
You're able to approach without issue but just as your thumb moves over the button to trigger the taser grid, the centipede shifts position and you notice something attached to its head that's unlike the specimen you saw earlier...
>roll 3d6+2 awareness, boost up to twice with nerves
Rolled 4, 5, 5 + 2 = 16 (3d6 + 2)
>>44204697
Rolled 2, 3, 3 + 2 = 10 (3d6 + 2)
>>44204697
I really hope it's not a grenade or a childs face.
>>44204697
Is it someone ELSE's foot this time?
Did these man eating centipedes smell all the squatters and feast?
Rolled 3, 6, 4 + 2 = 15 (3d6 + 2)
>>44204697
forgot roll.
Man we were promised Ekans. This is not Ekans.
>>44204724
>>44204736
>>44204762
>16,10,15
What the hell...
You lean in a little closer. That's definitely a little box strapped to the back of the 'pede's head.
"I think this centipede is wearing a wire!"
You pop the taser grid and turn around. Oh no.
"Why would it be wearing a wire, Vince?"
"Uh, it doesn't matter! Just walk towards me, slowly. And don't turn around."
Your boss is virtually invisible against the crawling wave of heat signatures behind him.
"Alright, I'm doing it!"
"Okay, keep walking."
The approaching mass is taking its sweet time. It must not think you can see it, even if it can see you.
Devlinson moves up beside you and you lean in.
"The doorway is directly behind me. Run for the stairs or the nearest exit when I say so."
But when will you say so?
>when you grab a grenade from Dev's belt and hurl it into the 'pede swarm
>when you grab the ark
>when you shoot God in the face
>just in a few seconds from now
>write-in
>>44204931
>when you grab a grenade from Dev's belt and hurl it into the 'pede swarm
fuck that. Centipede katamaris are a ball of nope and even more so when they're being controlled by someone.
>>44204931
Aw fugg.
I thought I wanted to investigate the God statue but it was never clarified which of the several senses of the word 'flashing' its eyes meant.
>>44204931
>>when you shoot God in the face
>>44204931
>>when you grab the ark
Rolled 2 (1d3)
>>44205016
>>44205030
>>44205062
Rollin'.
>>44205084
You pull out both specs and unload on the Holy Father, reducing his paternalistic sky god features to rubble in a hail of man-made fire.
Dev sprints forward as fast as he can and you follow after him, running upstairs (there are no other exits). You bust through a pair of still functioning metal doors and stick a piece of nearby rebar through the handles.
Devlinson is again breathing heavily but the tide of 'pedes cannot reach you here.
"Lucky escape, eh?"
You don't answer and instead look around. Red lights blink in the corners of the vast open space you've entered into and you're sure there are other ways onto this floor. You need to escape this place...
"Shine your light around."
Your boss complies and reveals that the second floor of Noah's ark was really a food court. Dusty chairs still sit upside down on brushed steel tables and ancient condiments decay behind the counter of Taco Bell.
>move deeper into the food court
>address the security cameras (write-in)
>try and stay out of the security cam's LOS as much as possible
>deploy smoke grenades
>write-in
>>44205149
>>address the security cameras (write-in)
THE ILLEGAL. At least you're useful again, baby!
Rolled 68, 68, 71, 51, 56 = 314 (5d100)
>>44205149
Roll to hack
>>44205168
seconded.
>>44205149
>You need to escape this place...
I think Vince misspelled "take over."
>>44205168
>>44205180
You activate Perseus, the camera hacking app on your phone. Despite your earlier fumbling, the program has little issue hacking into the security network, though it does notify you that it had to pass through several layers of security to do so.
As before, you record a loop where you aren't present and set it to run for the discernible future. Whoever is watching will know what's up as soon as one of their own arrives on this floor but they won't be able to locate you using the cams.
>move deeper into food court
>search restaurants for useful items
>find a dark corner, hide in it, try and wait out the search
>write-in
Vince really needs a nerd friend to outsource his Intelligence rolls to.
Alas, the only one he had a chance so far died because the other anons wanted their debit card back a little faster.
>>44205229
>>move deeper into food court
>>44205229
>>write-in
Wait, can't you search the cameras in the building yourself to find the enemy?
Trace the network's...hub...thingy... whatever.
>>44205229
>>move deeper into food court
>>44205229
>>move deeper into food court
Time is short, cooking implements probably aren't that useful
>>44205229
>search restaurants for useful items
>trap the entrance
time to go Home Alone on these guys.
>>44205229
>>write-in
Do the cameras in Perseus show a good exit strategy somewhere?
Or something of interest.
>>44205241
You and Dev move deeper into the food court, Dev nervously handling the fire axe and you your pistols.
You're still fiddling with the phone. It's occurred to you that you might be able to access a camera that'll give you a clear picture of your tormentor and so you flip through cam after cam of different bible scenes. You can see the 'pedes are on the move, rushing to the opposite side of the building to try and reach the staircase you assume is there.
Finally you get an image of something else. Darkness, with a single red blinking light in the middle. For a second you think you've stumbled on a camera staring at itself in a dark mirror but then the image pans and you're looking down a long hallway which terminates in a chamber of white-blue light. In the center is a chair, no, a throne, silhouetted against the light.
Then the camera's feed cuts off. Perseus switches automatically to the next cam, which shows the inside of an elevator. An elevator might be your salvation for getting to the ground floor or the roof (or to whomever is orchestrating this)... or it could be a deathtrap.
"What are you contemplating, Esperanza? We're in a dire situation here! We've gotta turtle up!"
Dev is probably right, though you might be better off just running to try and make it to the next floor or the roof.
>Search restaurants and fortify (roll 3d6+2 for scavenging and I'll ask for another roll after)
>Try and find the elevator
>Try and find another set of stairs to climb towards the roof
>Write-in
Rolled 5, 5, 4 + 2 = 16 (3d6 + 2)
>>44205360
>Search restaurants and fortify (roll 3d6+2 for scavenging and I'll ask for another roll after)
Rolled 2, 4, 3 + 2 = 11 (3d6 + 2)
>>44205360
>>Try and find the elevator
The throne room is probably in the lowest or highest level?
>>44205360
>>Write-in
There must be a radio signal controlling the 'pedes.
See if the Illegal can find and attack the system that's using that.
Rolled 4, 3, 6 + 2 = 15 (3d6 + 2)
>>44205360
>>Search restaurants and fortify (roll 3d6+2 for scavenging and I'll ask for another roll after)
>>44205404
>>44205412
>>44205465
The first thing you do is run across to the opposite end of the food court and bar the door there. That'll keep the 'pedes out at least a little longer though probably not forever. They're metal doors but they do have little windows of reinforced safety glass that you can already hear the bug slamming themselves against. Nature finds a way, it seems.
You search the old restaurants and find plenty of highly flammable and slippery oil and grease, which you might use as a final line of defense on your way to the exit (however you're planning to exit). You also find a huge reservoir of flaming hot sauce that might still be good, a bunch of breakable glass, and a half a dozen fire-extinguishers. There are also some caustic cleaning chemicals. With that and all the metal furniture around here, you might be able to make something if you work fast.
>Give a basic plan and a roll of 1d100 to see how well you can execute it. Better plan will produce better results.
Rolled 52 (1d100)
>>44205523
Uhoh.
Shards of glass and caustic chemicals would do well in combo with something that showers the swarm with it.
Like with the pressure from a fire extinguisher.
Once they break open safety windows to come in that is a useful choke point to riddle with bulllets.
Metal furniture precariously balanced makes for good trap triggers I guess, bringing the caustic/hot sauce covered glass, in this Home Alone re enactment of Outer Kevin.
Rolled 60 (1d100)
>>44205523
Oh right and can use the furniture to turtle up, force the pedes to navigate a tangled mess of metal bars and broken glass coated in nasty chemicals/sauce, to buy time while riddling them with bullets.
>>44205523
Get the biggest metal container. Light a fire under it.
Pour all your caustic chemicals in the container.
take any intact glass bottles you find and fill them with oil and a rag. Make molotovs. Fire extinguishers that have as much glass shards as you can wrapped around them hidden near the doors.
Rolled 100 (1d100)
>>44205616
forgot roll
Rolled 66 (1d100)
>>44205523
Fire extinguishers can burst and send shrapnel flying right?
>>44205619
Wow good thing I didn't go yet.
>>44205616
Do we want to resort to fire yet? We still have to leave this room and don't want flames in the way, and might be destroying our last fire extinguishers.
>You search the old restaurants and find plenty of highly flammable and slippery oil and grease, which you might use as a final line of defense on your way to the exit (however you're planning to exit).
>>44205619
I really cannot argue with that, can I?
But I think it deserves to be the start to the next thread. Not that I want to wimp out but it's 3 am and we've run 10 hours+, which is hardly the state for writing a prompt worthy of a 1/100 roll.
I'm going to archive and clean up. If I get a good chance to run again this week I definitely will, otherwise next week, same timeslot.
Keep posting if you want, I'll incorporate the best refinements into next threads prompt.
>>44205668
Archived:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=exterminator+quest
Thanks for sticking around tonight, I was a little worried about getting back off the ground again when we started if I'm being honest.
>>44205705
Hiatuses are always dangerous.
next time: haha time for Kevin
>>44205705
>44194960 Exterminator Quest #33 Simmons attempts to calculate Vince's cash on hand. collective game, exterminator quest, horror, insects, fungus, cats, purifying flames, serial killer, milf, termites, centipedes, taco bell 2015-12-16
We have new tags.
...And I didn't notice the serial killer, milf, tags that were new last thread until now.
>>44205705
So in the future, all restaurants are taco bell, right?
>>44199941
So $8041 was the last in-thread total mentioned in thread 22. Thread 26 added said $200 from Zheng plus $57 from a dead man plus pills that were entirely forgotten.
8041+257=8298.
Buying phones subtracted $565 to leave$7733. But got 300 for the term ite queen: 8033.
Then paid Dev a bribe. >>43567782 $200. leaving $7833.
Then spent $930 on Thursday expenses from >>44199690 leaving 6903, and adding $2100 from selling rats and mites to crusty left $9003.
I think you gave vince an extra 60 dollars somehow to get 6963?
Did Vince even get his salary this week, isn't that on Thursday. He got quite a few specimens over his first three days, and dealmaster'd Devlin-san pretty hard on Tuesday.
>>44205830
I thought about this way too much just now.
>>44205873
I appreciate your thoughtful addition, anon. I think you are probably right. I would compare numbers but I swear to you my TI-83 died mid-quest today (despite fresh batteries) and I kind of lost what I was doing there.
I have set a reminder to double check this as well as certain inventory items (some of which I also corrected before the thread today).
If you enjoy number-crunching, I suggest continue to hold onto that desire at least until I run Mach Quest sometime down the road. I'm still working on that system and while it's a bit overwhelming for someone weak in math like myself, I'm hoping to achieve a decent simulation of high speed racing.
>>44205931
>hasn't seen Demolition Man
Should you be doing cheesy near future dystopia without that?
Are we due more Yu files once we get back into range of phone reception?
>Junior Secondary School
So no more ultra-Americanized Hong Kong High School AU then.
>>44205931
>my TI-83 died mid-quest today (despite fresh batteries)
...Aren't you on a computer?
And wait, why would you need it mid-quest and not between threads.
>>44205780
shit jpeg is shit
