You are a young NIGGER. Yes, I'm sorry; it's harsh to say. But that is what you are.
You have lived on this plantation since birth, and you are pretty sure that you will die on this plantation. You have never known a nigger who escaped. It's not the worst life in the world; your master, Mister Peeblestone, is a fairly kind man. He makes sure his slaves are fed daily, and is generous in the presence of hard work. However, he has two sons: Randall, who is sixteen years of age and a docile boy; and Lumpwick, fifteen years old and rotten to the core. Lumpwick takes incredible pleasure in abusing the slaves behind his father's back, often forcing some of your closest friends to take awful whippings that really smart.
It is your 16th birthday today, young negro. It is a day like any other, but somehow you feel different. Little do you know that today is the first day of the rest of your life- for on this day, fate will conspire to force you on the path to freedom. You will face many trials and travails, but stay strong, child nigger- for at the end of your journey will be a reward more precious than you could ever imagine. It lies beyond a mountain of nightmares, farther than you've ever traveled, but be certain that the suffering you endure will be worth it. Never lose that conviction.
So, young nigger- tell me this first.
Are you a boy, or a girl?
>>91210
Girl and busty as fuck
>>91216
Alright, you are a girl. And you are pretty busty, too!
Now you need a name. What will you be called?
>>91238
Mary
>not taking this chance to rape white women
Not a true negro
>>91264
Okay, your name is MARY.
You are a juvenile negress and today 16 years old. However, you don't even know it. Slaves were typically never told the day of their birth.
You awaken on the straw floor of your SLAVE HUT. There are other nigs around you, members of your family. MAMMY and PAPPYJOHN are asleep nearby. Your siblings, LOLO and LALA, are not around right now.
GRANDYDUNK is asleep, rocking in her chair.
What do you do?
>>91546
wake up grandydunk
>>91546
Inspect belongings
>>91611
You have a couple articles of raggedy clothing and a small doll named FRIEDA.
>>91571
You quietly arise from your straw mat and tiptoe around your parents to prod your Grandydunk.
Without opening her eyes, she snorts,
"Grandunk don' wan' be woke, child, she sleep h'ever how long she wants."
Grandydunk will be awake later in the day.
>>91677
Mentally go through the things we need to do in order to not get punished.
>>92143
Then figure out all the things we can do to fuck with whitey.
>>91677
Is there anything in the "SLAVE HUT" that can be fashioned into a concealable weapon like a shiv? Ideally something metal?
>>92143
You've been picking cotton for a few years now- this is your primary occupation on the plantation, along with most of the other slaves.
Your job is simple, pick cotton, and pick it good, and meet your quota, oth'wise you get the stick. You def'nly don't want the stick, hoo lord.
The work-man dun gon' come up soon and get'chall up, but you learned long ago to go to bed early and avoid the harsh awakening doled on you by your white masters.
If you hurry now, you might even have a chance to wash yourself at the OL' PUMP before the other nigs begin to swarm it.
>>92234
Fuckin' with whitey is hard on this plantation. White man always carry some kinda beatin' stick or whip, it simply ain't safe to be fuckin' with no white man roun' here.
>>92326
Pic related is your typical slave hut. As you can see, there isn't much of anything around here: a few chairs, a fireplace, and some mats for sleeping. If you want weapons, you'll have to look elsewhere.
...hmmnn. Who's this plantations uncle Tom. Know your enemy and all.
>>94786
Well, there are some house negroes you know of, but you very infrequently see them seein' as they's inside all time.
In fact, you don't even know their names. You've heard rumors that Mr. Peeblestone fathered a mulatto with one of the slave negresses, though- and that he's kept in the attic, and never allowed to leave.
Could just be a rumor, though. Some niggers lie just to keep themselves entertained.
>>94533
There has to be a little piece of metal somewhere we can sharpen. Maybe something out of a junk pile no one will miss. I want something tucked away and one of these nights sneak out and kill all the whiteys and take over the plantation.
>>95132
Hurry on down to the ol' pump, would be nice to not smell like shit and dirt at the beginning of the day.
>>95394
You soft inna head girl? Take over tha plantation? How you finna stay in charge when ol' whitey sherriff roll into town riding on he big ass horse wearin' dat big iron?? You think he gonna believe da massa left freed us all and left us in charge? Nah, nigga you KNOW the deputies gonna be bringin' rope THAT day.
>>95527
You tiptoe out of your slave hut and step out into the darkness of the early morning. There is a faint blue hum to the air, and the bugs of the mucky southern biome begin to awaken with renewed energy.
Nobody is awake yet, you think to yourself. But arriving at the pump not far from your hut you spot your brother and sister, Lolo and Lala, using the pump as a seesaw.
This is strictly forbidden behavior. Your siblings have a penchant for mischief- mischief that usually ends up getting some-hwun hwipped.
There is water pouring from the spout of the pump, and the ground adjacent has become muddy. So have Lolo and Lala. They pay your presence no heed whatsoever, and laugh and giggle loudly, apparently not caring that their actions could lead to whippin' or worse.
What do you do?
>>96052
Scold them and whup they ass.
>>96110
Roll a d10 to see if you can catch them
Rolled 1 (1d10)
>>96123
>>96147
Gooh'lord, that was a bad roll.
As you're going to give Lolo and Lala a slice of "whuptheyass", you slip and fall in the mud that now covers the path to pump.
You slam your head on the ground and lose 5 HP. You now have 15/20 HP.
Your tone was pretty angry in the lead up to your fall, so Lolo and Lala have escaped your wrath. You are now alone, lying facedown next to the ol' pump.
What do you do?
Rolled 3 (1d10)
>>96200
Get raped by Masta'
>>96200
How do we land face-first when we gawt dem bosoms?
Let's wash off the mud.
>>96239
Masta's not around. Also you don't control what ya masta does.
Rolled 9 (1d10)
>>96251
Start Workers Revolution against Bolshevik filth.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=umEDct4BoGc
>>96251
http://i.4cdn.org/gif/1462596496809.webm
Clean all the mud off
Clean mud off, run and hide, the crackers be coming and I don't wanna be blamed for dis shiznit
>>96246
You went cartoonishly diagonal when you slipped.
Slowly getting up, you remove your rags and decide to wash off the mud using the pump. The water flows over your body as you caress your firm bosoms and the whole scene is set to Enya music as the sun begins to rise and the warmth of sunlight begins to flood into the atmosphere for the first time today.
The other slaves begin to rise from their quarters and in the distance you can hear the clamboring of pots and pans as the cooknegresses carry their equipment out into the cooking area to begin the day's breakfast.
You finish your washing just in time, as some of the other slaves begin to make their way to the pump themselves. You quickly use the nearby rag to kind of dry yourself off, and then reapply your rags.
The plantation hands will be out soon herding the slaves to the fields- you'll need to make your way out there eventually. What do you do?
>>96387
How much of a threat is rape conducted by the others?
>>96387
Head out to the fields, begin working early. Maybe the guards or other peoples in charge will be more lenient today if they see us trying to work hard.
>>96387
Get some breakfast, you need your energy for the coming Bolshevik revolution.
>>96437
This, we can do more damage later if we are seen as less a threat now.
>>96485
we also might be able to sneak out to the old shed or to the plantation home to see the mulatto boy later in the day if they're not paying as much attention to us.
Rolled 6 (1d10)
>>96387
Full blown Workers fight must begin. Once the Bolshevik is fully awake. Results shall be grim. We must get them whilst in the haze of the dawn. Surround both Guards Quarters and impeach the Military ranks. Soon after Begin the burning of the Czar's home. The control center for the oppression of the working class.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SLvtP6KMUM
>>96522
I think your in the wrong thread.
>>96554
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHwW5m92OHc
What happened to our busty slave
>>96437
You decide to get a head start on the day's work. Bouncing over to the fields, you pass many of your fellow slaves, some more jovial than others. The sound of clopping in the distance begins to ring out, an early sign of the plantation hands beginning their patrols.
Oh no! On the horizon you see Lumpwick, shambling over with VOOR, his dimwitted lackey. Lumpwick doesn't seem to notice you yet, but he's on the path to the cotton fields... you could try to cut across, but if you're caught walking where you aren't supposed to, one of the plantation hands might be alarmed.
What do you do?
Rolled 1 (1d10)
>>97106
try and sneak through the grass to get to the fields first.
Rolled 5 (1d10)
>>97151
Crap...let's say we were looking for where da twins ran off to. May as well punish those brats while we're at it.
