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You find a dog.
>>9895
whisper prophecies of the end times to the dog
>>9902
It doesn't seem to react. In fact, it looks a bit angry.
Jerk dog off
You are Numbers, the newest member of the Banks family and trying to earn enough money to buy a pizza hut in the garage, you walk into the Kitchen and see your cousin Carelton asking ''Hello is prezzzz there'' what do you do?
>>6838
Attempt to shove my tongue down his throat.
>>6853
yep
>>6838
Take the phone from him and make farting noises into it
You're suddenly this guy.
You want to eat the burger.
What do you do?
>>2895
You're supposed to be on a diet. Your mom prepared all that lettuce for you.
Are you sure you want to eat the burger?
>>2902
youre right lets eat the salad
This is Vilverax, he is in a nothingness dimension.
>Best request makes move.
Get outta there, it sounds boring.
>>13488
Become a qt trap. Bailey Jay tier
Is now trap
another morning, another day of waking up as a man. you wonder if hrt even does anything at this point
what is your name, yung hon?
>>13258
Carter Briggs, Veteran Abusive police officer
>>13258
yummy
:^)
Polly Dickson, been working dead end job as a grocery store manager for the past 15 years
this is tink and his dog tork what does tink do?
dubs decides, (i dont know how to use the other things.)
>>13048
Start to give a handie to Tork.
>>13048
fuck the dog
Tink kills Tork
and eats him
raw
>The Unkown
“We’re headed to the unkown.” You state, moving to the bridge. “Relay instructions accordingly.”
“Aye, sir.”
Heading up, you at the lurking hulk ahead of you. The massive forcastle belays a low aft deck, one riddled with cargo pallets. There, you see a mass of cargo, hopefully ripe for the taking. The ship was apparently deserted, with davits swung out indicating that boats had been launched, but other than that you didn’t see anything. Ordering your yacht closer, you whistled- this thing was huge. Your yacht was maybe sixty meters long, and fourteen across. This monster was three hundred long, seventy-five across, and as you crossed downwind of it, you discovered it reeked of decaying flesh. Your warriors were on the fordeck, gearing up with that fatalistic laughter you had begun to associate with them getting ready to fight. Behind them, a group of neophytes who must have snuck over from the Carolina huddled, pooling their meagre weapons and prayers.
>Warriors +5
>Faith Check: FAIL
You’re not sure as to their durability or ability, but hell, a little extra meat to shield the ground pounders was always appreciated. Getting ready to board, you breathed in and out. Time to fuck shit up.
>Imperial Guard Style
>Varangian Style
>Dutch Style (Defense bonuses, in exchange for lowered melee attacks)
Alright guys, due to archival failure on my part in failing to get everything to Suptg on time, you get to relive all the posts of the previous Thread 9 as I copy-paste like the wind!
>Dutch Style
Boarding, you made certain sure that your warriors were in tight, disciplined drill order. You wanted to do this so well you could write the book, damnit, and if that meant you were going to march the boys out in a line like some goddamn British Regulars, then they’d better well do it. Advancing down the flat deck, you heard a rustling, followed shortly by Joan sneezing behind you. Why you thought she would stay on the other ship like a sensible person…
“Contact, center line. 35 of them, sir.” Your sergeant said, grimacing. “At least with the greenies they’re not taking our flanks.”
“There is that, sergeant.” You said, quietly. “Let them come to us, carefully.”
>LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEROY JENKINS CHECK: 10. Obvious fail is obvious.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!” one of your new recruits yelled, drawing all the infected in a mistaken attempt to boost moral. It certainly was boosted when the sergeant belted him upside the head with a truncheon she had gotten somewhere, and he nursed his head until the enemy started charging.
>Party Ranged: 30
>Zombies Melee: 22
>Warriors Melee: 27-5=22
>Party Melee: 22-5+5=22
>Results: 14 dead zombies, 1 heavy casualty, 3 light casualties.
>Command Check: 11+9=20
“Hold it together!” you yelled, leaning over the battle line to chop zed that got too close. Pulling Saratoga out of one particularly thick skull, you grinned. “Rotate the wounded to the back, and keep advancing! We have them now!”
>Zombies Left: 22
>Zombies: 17
>Warriors: 18-5-1=12
>Party: 21-5+5=21
>Results: 8 dead zombies, 2 heavy casualties, 4 light casualties.
>Command Check: 25+9=31
You're the daughter of Emilio, a thriving pizza parlor owner. Today, business in the shop is especially slow - most customers've bought no more than one or two slices.
You find yourself sighing in resignment, assuming the natural pose of "screw it, nobody's here."
You're alone in the pizza parlor. What do?
>roll a d10 and write in. the faster the response, the better. the first response is really important, promise.
you decide to call your cuck boyfriend and ask him to come in and eat your ass
Rolled 1 (1d10)
Look for a shotgun
Rolled 1 (1d10)
I decide that I'm a bit frisky, and I look for a rolling pin to pleasure myself with.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GWKCm-HkZM
"What the fuck?"
>Beep
"Where am I?"
>Beep
"What the fuck is that noise?"
>Beep
"Who... am I?"
Roll 1d20 to choose the main character's name.
Clarification: 1 and Multiples of 5 (1, 5, 10, 15, 20) will choose the character's name.
Rolled 14 (1d20)
>>11640
Asshole-brain
>>11676
"A-asshole brain? What the fuck? Why was I thinking that? No, that can't be right... it was..."
Your on a 222 hour space journey. Where land?
>sun
>moon
Land somewhere along the equator of the moon.
Sun bit wait till its night
>>9912
I land on Titan, 14th moon from Saturn, home
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WpGhk8ifK4
While doing revolutionary nuclear work in eastern Europe, you are kidnapped and brought in a car with several hooded men, to an airplane. A man stands, thumbs in his belt, flanked by US military men.
Do I get to bring friends?
Scream Allah huakbar
>>8386
You don't get to bring friends
<Text based quest, fuck pictures>
You goto Omegle, 2 options appear on your screen:
>Text
>Spy question mode
>Spy question mode
Fuck text, it's all wankers.
>>4302
Enter a question:
>Your thoughts on memes
>Your thoughts on reddit
>Your thoughts on tumblr
>>4335
>Scroll down.
"Dr. Pavel, I'm CIA," is how you greet the Russian nuclear physicist.
Your right hand offers a metallic briefcase to the Eastern European mercenary. "He wasn't alone," says the lightly-bearded man.
From the jeep just a few dozen feet away from you emerge three nondescript men. Black bags cover their heads, and their wrists are bound behind their backs. Another mercenary toting an AK escorts them.
It seems that your contact wants to deliver not only the Russian scientist, but these additional hostages as well.
What do you do?
"You don't get to bring friends"
>>1757
"They are not my friends," Dr. Pavel immediately rebutts. There is an undercurrent of consternation in his words. One of the Special Forces troopers grabs the scientist by the upper arm and the waist and starts to drag him into your propeller plane.
"Don't worry, no charge for them," the spokesperson for the mercs coolly assures you.
"And why would I want them?" you ask skeptically, sizing up the hostages.
"They were trying to grab your prize," the mercenary leader answers with a bit of dramatic flair. "They work for the mercenary. The masked man." A small smirk starts to grow on his lightly-bearded face.
>>1775
"Get them on board, I'll call it in"
A young man stands in his bedroom. It just so happens that today, the 13th of April, 2009, is this young man's birthday. Though it was thirteen years ago he was given life, it is only today he will be given a name!
What will the name of this young man be?
NIGGER LOVER
>>11663
Pooplord Zoosmell
YAMATO DAMASHII
July 17, 2002
"Too many schizos at DARPA." your friend explains to the stony faced woman behind a yew desk.
You and your cryptographer friend Charles left the US during the last crisis to work as independent contractors for E 14, a Norwegian intelligence organization.
"Schizos? Ah schizophrenia. You needn't worry about that as much here, you will be briefed on our review and accountability system later, and our mental health care is quite good." There is a metallic emphasis on the penultimate word.
A slight shift of angle in Charles's gaze and smirk says something like "don't think she got the message". One can never tell with these Scandinavian types.
You are an expert in: (first 5 votes decides)
Materials Science
Behavioral Psychology
Biology
>>6155
BIO
sub specialising in neuro
>>6155
>Biology
>>6171
This
