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Time for something(...) 11/12/12(Mon)07:36
No.21546637

File: 1352723771272.jpg-(42 KB, 488x359, A1.jpg)

Time for something else. Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:36 No.21546637

Time for something else.

This is you. You are Ronnie, the Serf. You are not a hero. You work land with your wife, her sister and brother and five children. You cannot read and wouldn't have time if you knew how. You own no weapons, only the Kings men are allowed weapons during peace time, as it ought to be.

Besides neighbors, who are very private, God fearing folk, the closest civilization is down a hill and through an Oak glen to the river. There are no roads that lead to your farms, just game trails.

It's early in the morning when the roosters begin to crow. Your wife and her sister are already up and cooking for the family, you can smell fry bread and beans on the stove. You have to milk three of the six cows before you can eat breakfast. The children are not up yet and the single story house is quiet.

You pay tithe to the Kingsmen on a rotating crop on six acres of growable land. You could get more if the Sherrif would let you cut down a few old Oaks, but Oaks are the Kings Tree and no one cuts them down anymore.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:36
No.21546642

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:36 No.21546642

File: 1352723805514.jpg-(257 KB, 1245x899, A2.jpg)

Here is you out on your normal, boring ass day sowing seed. There is a Kingsman in the background, acting like a badass and hunting for the King and all.

You never get to hunt like they do. And there is your wife's brother with the plow. Pretty boring.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:37
No.21546646

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:37 No.21546646

File: 1352723847260.jpg-(49 KB, 499x675, A3.jpg)

So boring infact, you're likely to fucking snap at any second.

What do you do Ronnie?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:44
No.21546689

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:44 No.21546689

Obtain a spoon. Then use it to kill EVERYONE

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)07:48
No.21546714

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)07:48 No.21546714

>>21546689

You head home. As you stroll out the door you burst into commoner's rhyming song. Your wife bustles in and hands you a fresh biscuit. She's a good old gal, your wife. Plump with age but all the more kindly for it. She pecks you on the cheek and fusses with your scarf before patting your bottom.

"Yew get that moilk my husband, and be rightly about it sir."

This sort of overblown pomp and mannerism is common of the area, due to the King himself keeping spring quarters in the area. Your folk are known for their polite and formal way of speech.

You gather up a nearby spoon and rip out her eyes. She screams and you hammer it deeper into her skull. The biscuit remains intact and you eat it. Lovely.

What now?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:48
No.21546723

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:48 No.21546723

Pour dead wifes blood and biscuit crumbs on dick, then kill the children.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:50
No.21546736

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:50 No.21546736

>>21546714

Eat biscuit with blood, then go for the children.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:51
No.21546741

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:51 No.21546741

>>21546714
Reveal my true form as a Dire Chicken.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:52
No.21546748

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:52 No.21546748

What sort of religion are we talking about here op? just Christianity? Or do we have some medieval fantasy pantheon?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:53
No.21546756

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:53 No.21546756

>>21546714

You are beginning a fancy breakfast of blood and biscuit when the children begin to filter into the dining area. Two are yours, your two boys Even and Ethan. The other three children are your nephews and nieces, two girls and a boy.

They are groggy and waking up. It's not long until the whole house is roaring with screams and gutteral tears. The sky in the East is lightening and time for morning chores to begin is at hand.

These are the tasks which need to be finished today.

-You have to murder all the children

-Obtain milk

-Search the shrines for "clues"

- Dishes

What do you do Ronnie?

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)07:54
No.21546759

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)07:54 No.21546759

>>21546756

It was me, don't fret!

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:55
No.21546768

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:55 No.21546768

>>21546756

1) Have children do dishes and bring you the milk.
2) Kill the children
3) Pour milk on dick
4) Search shrine for "clues"

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:55
No.21546769

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:55 No.21546769

"Ronald you need more clues" a voice says sayingly. You look up to see the clouds part and trumpets blast. There an image of milk soaked pants stands. You know what you must do.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:56
No.21546776

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:56 No.21546776

>>21546756

Kill the children, going for the eyes. Afterwards eat some eyes, always wondered what those tasted like.

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)07:58
No.21546793

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)07:58 No.21546793

Lock or bar the door and shutters.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)07:58
No.21546795

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)07:58 No.21546795

>>21546776
Are there rocks nearby?

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)07:59
No.21546798

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)07:59 No.21546798

>>21546768
>>21546769

You assign tasks and tell Evan it's his turn to get the milk. "Please don't kill me dad! I wan't mummy!"

You round up the other children and brutally murder them, chopping their bodys into meat for market and set out with your son, a good, quiet, strong lad almost 15 years of age now. A strapping boy who has no problem carrying the heavy load even when wracked with tears.

As the two of you stroll through the dewy hills the sun rises and takes it's place on the horizon. Evan stops and points to up the hill a ways. "Dad, dad please don't kill me..." You ingore this and look ahead, you can see a group of four fat hares lazing in the morning sun. They do not see you. Nearby are several good stones.

Do you try toforce feed your son stones, Ronnie?

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:00
No.21546808

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:00 No.21546808

> Do you try toforce feed your son stones, Ronnie?

What's the point? Force feed him his brother instead.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:01
No.21546816

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:01 No.21546816

>>21546798
It appears you slew the other thread.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:02
No.21546823

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:02 No.21546823

>>21546798

Nah, just stab him in the eye and be done with it, we have other evil deeds to do, like solve the mystery of our family's death.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:02
No.21546830

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:02 No.21546830

>>21546798

Oh Evan, Evan my boy. You didn't do the dishes... its rocks for lunch, my son, open wide!

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:04
No.21546842

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:04 No.21546842

>>21546798
I like it!

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:04
No.21546844

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:04 No.21546844

File: 1352725467782.jpg-(52 KB, 499x675, rone.jpg)

>>21546823

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:06
No.21546854

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:06 No.21546854

>>21546816
Now we can ignore them in OUR thread.

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:07
No.21546868

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:07 No.21546868

>>21546830
>>21546823

Thinking better of it, you begin to force feed your son parts of his brother. His eye buldge as he begins to choke. He finally collpases, his throat a grotesque buldge of ripped skin and gore.

You continue on to the local dairy farm and force your way through the gate into the barn. A lone cow stands being milked by a young maiden, Jess. She is only 13 an rather fond of you they say. Her smile fades as she looks upon your gore covered form, then down to your son who you have dragged all the way tot he barn.

What do you do Ronnie?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:09
No.21546882

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:09 No.21546882

>>21546868

Explain that we stoned a hare yet when we went close to skin and inspect the body, it sprang awake with the devil's fury and attacked us. We had to snap its neck and the gore from it soaked us.

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:10
No.21546884

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:10 No.21546884

>www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9qnvKj9vRw#t=2m32s

Ronnies theme for those who missed it.

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:10
No.21546887

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:10 No.21546887

>>21546868

Get a length of Evan's spinal cord and see if it's possible to saw off a milk maiden's head with it. The knowledge will empower Ronnie.

If not, maybe headbutt the girl with Evan's head. Not for knowledge. For entertainment.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:11
No.21546894

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:11 No.21546894

>>21546868
Appologize for being so sweaty.

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:14
No.21546914

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:14 No.21546914

>>21546882
>>21546887
>>21546894

You approach young Jess and explain that you and your son went to sotne some hares but awfully, one spung awake and attacked. You ended up having to snap it's neck in the struggle.

She begins to weep as you attempt to force your sons spinal cord out from his body with little success. In the end you let his mutilated body fall to the floor, approach the crying maiden and headbut her, causing he rnose to explode in a spray of blood.

"Sorry for being so sweaty Jess" You say as she curls up into the fetal position, one hand on her face weeping.

What now?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:16
No.21546920

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:16 No.21546920

>>21546914
She's a milkmaid right?

GIVE HER SOME MILK

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:16
No.21546922

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:16 No.21546922

>>21546914

Put Jess on your dick, give your milk on her

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:19
No.21546942

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:19 No.21546942

>>21546914

Just stab her in the eye with a spoon and be done with it.

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:19
No.21546943

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:19 No.21546943

>>21546914

>You say as she curls up into the fetal position, one hand on her face weeping.

NO. It does NOT touch its face! Finger breaky, finger breaky, ten times in all.

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:20
No.21546948

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:20 No.21546948

>>21546920
>>21546922

You force yourself upon Jess. She begins to wail but you pay it no mind, indeed, you find the whole affair dull as your mind is occupied with far more important matters, the mystery of your families murder for one. You need clues. Some sort of substantial evidence to begin your investigation.

You finish and head over to the lone cow. You full a bucket full of milk and pour it over your dick. Jess has stopped crying now, possibly stopped breathing as well. You leave and head outside.

Do you head over to the Shrine Ronnie?

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:22
No.21546954

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:22 No.21546954

>>21546948

Only after setting the cow free. Keeping it cooped up is immoral.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:22
No.21546955

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:22 No.21546955

>>21546948

Clean ourself off first, and make sure Jess is dead, we are looking for clues, not witnesses.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:22
No.21546956

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:22 No.21546956

>>21546948
Yes, head for the shrine. Maybe even take one of the cows with you, with the intent of spilling its heartsblood on the altar as a glorious offering to Zaru- I mean, Pelor.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:23
No.21546961

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:23 No.21546961

>>21546956

No, cows are living, thinking creatures, they have feelings, it would be immoral to kill the cow, what right do we have to the lives of others?

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:24
No.21546967

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:24 No.21546967

I'm beginning to think we're the voices in Ron's head. He is actually schizophrenic.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:24
No.21546974

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:24 No.21546974

>>21546967

Don't you get that feeling in almost every quest thread?

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:26
No.21546988

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:26 No.21546988

>>21546974

It's stronger now.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:27
No.21546991

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:27 No.21546991

>>21546961
Also, on the long quest to find who killed our family and looking for clues our dick will dry. The cow makes milk, you see, and the milk is poured on the dick, you see.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:30
No.21547023

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:30 No.21547023

Tie Jess to the cow and bring them both along, she'll be another source of milk to moisten our loins with if we did our job right just now

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:31
No.21547027

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:31 No.21547027

>>21546948

Thinking back, you head inside the barn once more and break all of Jess's fingers. She screamsout in pain, having not actually died but passed out. You then remove her eyes with your trusty spoon which you name Evan, after your late son. You milk the cow once more and wash the gore off yourself with milk.

You untie the cow from it's hitchings and take it with you towards the shrine. You can't wait for the adventures that lie in store for you, or the clues that are just waiting to be found.

Upon reaching the shrine you see a crowd of people has gathered outside. From what you can hear some one has murdered your family! Upon seeing you, the crowd of around five people rush over to break the news to yourself.

What do you do?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:33
No.21547046

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:33 No.21547046

>>21547027

Someone killed our family??? We must find the cur and kill him! Maybe we'll find a clue as to the killers identity at the shrine, brothers!

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:37
No.21547076

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:37 No.21547076

>>21547027
Weep genuine tears of woe. Who could have done this horrible deed to your family? Have you not been pious, obedient serfs?

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:40
No.21547095

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:40 No.21547095

>>21547027

Begin shivering, crying, and enter the temple to pray for their bovine souls.

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:42
No.21547117

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:42 No.21547117

>>21547095

Unless there's just a shrine. In any case, prayer is in order. It will give Ronnie time to think.

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:44
No.21547130

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:44 No.21547130

>>21547046
>>21547076

You burst into tears, your neighbour, a young woman by the name of Sansa lets you cryo on her shoulder as her husband Bill pats you on the back to try and comfort you.

You pull back, your eyes dark with rage and shout, "I must find the cur and kill him! There must be clues in the shrine!". You stomp off inside, pulling the cow with you.

The shrine is a quant one, a few benches and candles along with a statue dedicated to Pelor. You procede to smash everything you can find, knocking over the statue as you go. The towns folk begin to grab you, telling you to calm yourself. They manage to pull you to the floor in tears when you find it. The clue. A royal summons to all Knights in the area by the Crown Prince Fredrick the First. You know this because the Cleric present explains this too you to stop you shouting for clues. It was being used as kindling for the shrines large fire that you've kicked over. Clearly this means the Prince must be involved some how! You set off immediatly after jamming 'Evan' into the covers eye, deep into it's brain. A blood sacrifice you cry as the village folk pale in horror. Before anyone cans top you you run full pelt Eastward, to the Capital!

The end my fellows, of part 1

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:45
No.21547142

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:45 No.21547142

>>21547130

That should be cow, not covers.

Special thanks to the origonal threads OP for giving us the idea to pull this one.

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc
11/12/12(Mon)08:45
No.21547143

Identifier 01 !Y/rNuBHqpc 11/12/12(Mon)08:45 No.21547143

>>21547130
>The end my fellows, of part 1

How abrupt. Boo.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:46
No.21547147

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:46 No.21547147

>>21547130
PELOR THE PAIN BRINGER! ITS A CLUE!

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:46
No.21547148

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:46 No.21547148

File: 1352727977215.gif-(1.9 MB, 375x197, Boy-That-Escalated-Quickl(...).gif)

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm
11/12/12(Mon)08:46
No.21547151

storyteller !!wxeIVudZJSm 11/12/12(Mon)08:46 No.21547151

>>21547143

Work to do. 10mins turned into a couple of hours rather fast.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:47
No.21547159

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:47 No.21547159

>>21547142
Nicely done, successor-of-OP. Original Ronnie would be proud.

I wonder what became of the first thread, anyhow? It was going pretty well.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:47
No.21547161

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:47 No.21547161

>>21547027
Quietly mumble "Oh, dear, oh dear, oh dear," over and over.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:50
No.21547177

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:50 No.21547177

>>21547130
DRAG THE COW BEHIND US.
We will present it to the Prince of Knights and Kingdoms. Piece by piece.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:51
No.21547186

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:51 No.21547186

Archive? No, yes?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:51
No.21547191

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:51 No.21547191

>>21547186
Hell yes.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:52
No.21547196

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:52 No.21547196

>>21547130
Thanks new op. Do you work with dairy?

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)08:54
No.21547213

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)08:54 No.21547213

>>21547191

I don't know how...

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)09:02
No.21547269

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)09:02 No.21547269

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

Thread submitted for archiving.

Anonymous
11/12/12(Mon)09:06
No.21547289

Anonymous 11/12/12(Mon)09:06 No.21547289

>>21547269

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