>>36458784

Then everything had gotten gloomy despite the sun being high in the sky, something collided with your right and then the next thing you knew you were spinning through the air, tarmac flying towards you, and then you were waking groggily. Stiff and aching all over, neck sore from where you'd apparently passed out on uneven ground. You'd moaned aimlessly as you had pushed yourself up from the cold floor, looking about to find yourself in a ditch, long grass disguising its depth.

And then realised that you were no longer riding Dad's motorbike. Had you fallen off? Thank god for the helmet.

You spot your bag and sling it over your shoulder before clambering back up onto the highway, looking around. Night's starting to set in and you have no idea which way you came from.

Well, which way should you go?
>Left
>Right

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36458787
Wish I could remember what directiion his sister went. Oh well.

1) Left
2) Right

>>36458996
His sister had skid marks to navigate by, plus a better adventuring knowledge of sun movements thanks to her reading.

There actually is enough clues in the text to make an informed decision but I'm not expecting anyone to find it.

>>36459033
Well then I hope some smarter players show up. I'll stick with my roll.

>>36459114
Hahah, like I said, don't worry about it.

Also, give a write-in for Jonny's attire. Footwear already accounted for.

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>>36459153
These clothes

>>36459153
One of those speed-walker suits w/helmet from Malcolm in the Middle

>>36459153
A Union Army Jacket worn like a cape and a Union Army Hat.

>>36458784
Is his middle/last name "Jones"?

>>36459385
Could be, I don't think we've given them a surname yet. Anyone remember if the crazy guy that Fel got info from had a name?

>>36458787

Right makes right, right?

It's as good a choice as any you decide, stretching to lose the stiffness in your cold limbs. It partially succeeds.

You remove the helmet and cram it inside your rucksack for now, it's just going to be distracting for this next part. Setting off with a brisk walk, wincing as your bruises make themselves known, you manage to warm up after a few minutes. Time for what you're good at - running.

---

You've settled into the groove, bruises shifting to a pattern of dull aches as they catch in the same order over and over, your feet slightly numbing from the pounding on the tarmac.

You cast you mind over your situation.

Dad would surely come to look for you. No, you've been out for however long, chances are he's already double backed in search but missed you since you were tucked away in that ditch.

So where does that leave you? Or him? Will he be back home by now, fretting with your Mum? Lisa probably finds this all very amusing, recompense for all your teasing about her self-professed survival skills. Oh well, you'll show her. You'll find somebody soon enough, they'll phone the police and it'll all sort itself out.

Or maybe Dad will just come driving back this back and spot you now that you're in plain sight...

>(Cont.)

>>36459457

You thank something arbitrary, luck, gods, whatever, that the moon is out and full. Without the dim light you'd have got lost and wandered off this highway hours ago. Well, obviously you'd notice when you left the hard tarmac and returned, but your journey would have been very erratic and stumbling around like that would tire you much faster.

Not that you're feeling particularly perky right now. Running for however long does that to you.

You play the scene out in your mind, a tall teenager running alone across the moonlit highway... Feels like it belongs in a movie.

Still, you're dead tired now and slowing significantly. Probably time for a quick rest before you get going again.

You slow to a walk and leave the highway, finding a denser patch of grass to lie down on. You're warm now but without moving you won't be much longer so you empty your pack and double up your clothing, your favourite Union Army jacket tugged around you, hat pulled on too.

You curl up and sleep carries you away.

---

Fuck your mouth's dry. And tastes kinda bad. And ohgod you're hungry. And aaaargh you're stiff and sore...

Why hasn't anyone found you yet? It's been nearly a day now that you've been missing.

You stand groggily.

What do?
>Write-in your cunning plans of action for the day

>>36459408
Lisa's middle name is also Lisa

It seems as though they don't have last names yet, their father was just a guy named Dave. Also, Jonny screams like a coward, or maybe that was just Dave's crazy mind.

>>36459472
> Fuckin' elves live in forests. See if they'll give you cookies.

>>36459472
>Look for familiar sights and places you might be able to get some supplies at.

>>36459554
Then henceforth they are the Jones family.

As for whether Jonny was screaming like a coward, who knows? Can you trust the internal thoughts of a budding teenage boy over the crazy rants of a shitscared madman?

>>36459601
We can start hallucinating if you want, but we're on the plains and there's no trees in sight beyond the occasional stunted windblasted shrub clinging on.

Besides, what kinda man believes in elves? Everyone knows they don't exist.

>>36459625
If we are to live on the plains, then Jonny Jones must be as a lion! Some kinda JoJoLion!

>Run after animals and beat their brains out with stones, then eat.

>>36459618
>>36459665
Alright then, writing for these two unless someone can justify >>36459601

>>36459472

First of all, now that it's daylight you have a far better chance of recognising where you are. You stand stiffly, shucking off the extra clothes and stashing them back in your bag then peer around, seeking out familiarity from the landscape around you.

Nothing catches your eye, though whether that's because it's the first time you've been out this way or just the lack of distinct scenery you can't say.

Well then, better kick this whole survival thing up to the next level. Gonna have to look for a food and water source. Did Buffalo Barbique ever have an episode of surviving on the plains? You can't remember.

You focus your eyes and look around you, trying to discern movement.
>Roll 1d20, best of three!

>>36459729
If we find a dog though, let's try using the tennis ball to play with it some.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36459805

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>36459805

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36459805

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36459805
Why is >>36459838 afraid of >>36459854?

>>36459883
Because >>36459854 8 9

>>36459902
R.I.P. in Peaces, Ninnius the Ninth

>>36459805

>>36459854
>Rolled 7 (1d20)

Some distant rustling catches your attention. You memorise the spot then look down, finding a suitably sized rock that fits your palm well, not too weighty.

Looking back up you note the movement again then set off at a light jog towards it, ignoring the fatigue and hunger.

You close in on it as it grazes and it looks up, eye facing you. Hunh, it's a pronghorn, that shit's gonna be delicious when you catch it.

It's seen you though and lightly skips away.

Shit. How fast can these move again?
Only one way to find out.

Better get sprinting. Roll d20's, best of three

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36459978

>>36459970
-PANIC-

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36459978
GOTTA GO FAST

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>36459978
Get in my belly!

>>36459978

>>36459990
>Rolled 20 (1d20)

One thing's for certain. Not fast enough.

You take off like a bat out of hell, arms and legs taut and tight, muscles straining, wind suddenly whipping through your hair. You clench the rock tight in your fist and you swear the pronghorn's eye widens in shock at your bipedal form flying over the lumpy ground towards it.

At the last minute it flicks it head back forward and bounds off with a leap, racing away from you but you're having none of that, legs pumping you maintain pursuit, steadily drawing alongside it. You reach out with a hand and grasp it by the horn to stop it turning away and bring your rock-bearing fist down on its head.

This does surprisingly little and you have to whack it a few more times before its legs buckle and it falls into a roll, pulling you to the floor since you're still holding on to it tightly.

The dust settles and you roll over to it, noting the glazed expression and blood leaking from the mushy part of it's head.

Faced with your fresh kill, you rack your brains for how to actually go about eating it.
>Roll for consuming!
>Clever write-ins give bonus

>>36460122

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>36460122
>Eat its heart, it's supposedly healthy.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>36460122

Rolled 10, 15, 15, 5 = 45 (4d20)

>>36460122
>Debone it, try to preserve the bones to see if they can be made into tools

>>36460122

The heart is supposed to be one of the healthiest bits right?

Well, not like you've had it before, or seen in the supermarket... but that just implies that its because they're in such high demand that they all sell out too quickly, right?

Now how to get to it.

>>36460162
>Rolled 60 (1d100)

You scrabble around on the floor, finding a rock with a jagged edge which you bring to the beasts side, sawing away at it. Blood wells up when you finally make progress past the hide and you pause, thirst coarsing through your parched throat.

Do you drink the blood of the fallen?
>Yes. By the gods I am thirsty.
>No... it makes me uncomfortable...

>>36460365

>No... it makes me uncomfortable

>>36460365
>It is a spoil for the victor. It would be an insult to the beast NOT to make use of it in every way we can.

>>36460371
>>36460408
Someone want to break the tie?

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36460456
1= DRINK!
2= puss out

>>36460365

Victors spoils. It'd be an insult not to use the dead as best you can.
You lick your dry lips, bringing you head down to the trickling blood...

No... You just can't bring yourself to do it. You might be hellbent on surviving in the wild but going from civilised teen to blood drinking savage in one day is just too jarring.

You sigh and get back to work.

You make tenuous progress with the rock, coming up against the ribcage. Crap, you forgot about that.
Cursing your inadequate tool you set about rolling the pronghorn over to expose its soft midriff before starting up again. You consider seeing if you can extricate some of the larger bones, they'd be useful to make into tools. Sharpen one, tie a rock to another...

---

In time you've split open the creature's belly, internal organs spilling out. You roll your sleeve up and brace yourself for what's going to be a very strange experience.

Here goes nothing.

You push your hand inside and start forcing it up through the beast, feeling out the tough muscle of the heart. You make a false start first, drawing out what you realise is a kidney. How you got quite so far away from the heart is anyone's guess, but you resume your search and after forcing your way through some softer, almost fluffier organs you grasp a solid lump of flesh, feeling thick vessels branch out from it.

>(Cont.)

>>36460662

Bingo.

You clutch it in your slippery grip and begin the process of wresting it free, tugging it down and out. You slowly feel bits give here, a snap and twang there and eventually it comes free. You fall backwards, heart in hand, it oozes thick blood onto the dusty floor.

All that's left now is to eat the damn thing.

You sit back upright and tentatively bite on one side of it. It's chewy and your teeth make no purchase on it. To hell with staying any cleaner, then, you cram one side into your mouth and furiously gnaw at it, slowly but surely canines catching on it and scraping bits off, finally sinking in. The blood trickles down your throat, moistening the dry surface in a way that soothes you.

You finally manage to tear a chunk of the meat off, masticating furiously on it. By now you've concluded that hearts are not in fact the prime cut when it comes to texture, hopefully it pays off in nutrition. Maybe there's a way of cooking it that tenderises it sufficiently?

Oh well.

---

A good while later and you've had your fill of flesh, chomping at a bit of leg with tired jaw after you finally made it through the heart. You've also managed to extract a couple long bones before tiring of the ordeal. Looking at the horns you also decided to see if you could wrench them off, slamming your foot down on one until it finally gave way.

INVENTORY+ two long bones, an antler!

You don't have a good way to carry any more of the carcass with you, and you could potentially just catch another when you needed to, but it feels awfully wasteful.

You rack your brain for good ideas
>Rip off some more hunks, make tie a couple legs to your backpack to feast on later
>Leave it, you've spent enough time shredding this beast
>Other? (Write in)

>>36460672
>Leave before any other predators come by.
>Offer thanks to dead animal.

>>36460672

You feel you've done enough.

Offering thanks to the dead animal you close it's eyelids as a final show of respect for the lease of life it gave you, and stand to leave. Better get out of here before other predators show up, though considering how your arm and face are drenched with blood you might have an issue all the same.

You stash the bones and antler in your pack, slinging it over your shoulder and going to stand before noticing what seems to be animal tracks. Hmm.

>You don't really have any idea where to head from here anyway, may as well follow them
>They might lead somewhere useful, maybe a watering hole if you're lucky
>Could be predators, maybe you should head in the opposite direction
>Ignore it, let's just wander

Roll 1d20 for tracking if you decide to follow them, best of three

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>36460814
>You don't really have any idea where to head from here anyway, may as well follow them

>>36460838
You're welcome to samefag a couple more rolls

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36460898
Will do.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>36460898

>>36460814

Following trails is, if nothing else, a fun way to cover distance to anywhere and you have no real destination in mind. You lost your bearings after chasing down the pronghorn and your hopes at discovery now are relegated to helicopters.

But no matter, you've proven you ability to survive perfectly well on your own out here and thus it's a downhill slope of wandering back to civilisation here on out.

Turning your attention back to the depressions in the earth you get your bearings and set off at a steady stride, regularly flicking your gaze back to them to ensure you're still following them.

>>36460947
>Rolled 9 (1d20)

Alas the trail peters out, the ground too hard for marks to be left.

What do?
>Carry on in the vague direction that they seemed to be headed in
>Wander some other direction
>Other? (Write-in)

>>36461020
>Try to find your way back to the road

>>36461020

Well, so much for that then.

You decide that trying to get back to the highway would probably be a good idea, but you're not really sure how.

Roll me some dice
>Head in the general direction you think you've come from, if you just keep going you'll come across it sooner or later
>Pick a random direction and stick to it. So long as you don't go around in circles you find a road in your path eventually.
>Other? (Write in)

Rolled 1, 1, 8, 2 = 12 (4d10)

>>36461155

>Head in the general direction you think you've come from, if you just keep going you'll come across it sooner or later

>>36461224
Oh boy.

>>36461155

>>36461224
>Rolled 1, 1, 8, 2 = 12 (4d10)
>Double crit fail

Setting off at a jog, you decide to head back the way you think you've generally come. The great thing about long straight roads is that you can head in a vague direction and eventually cross it sooner or later.

---

Or not.

You don't really understand it, you can't have come that far when chasing that animal can you? And those tracks only lasted for half an hour...

Nevertheless, you have to admit that you're truly and utterly lost. You crest the top of a shallow hill and take a breather, looking around in the late afternoon sun. A twinkling shimmer catches our attention, lying in the distance, surrounded by dense brown vegetation as far as you can make out.

Curious.

What do?
>Head over to it, maybe it's a water source?
>Head over to it, maybe it's metallic in nature? Could be some help that way
>Nah, shiny things are for magpies

>>36461309

>Head over to it, maybe it's metallic in nature? Could be some help that way

>>36461309

Things glinting like that... It reminds you of the sun on polished cars. Should be some ticket back to civilisation.
You bolt down the hill, legs flying over the scrubby ground as you wind your way over to it.

It's strange, that vegetation you spotted seems to be moving. Strong wind perhaps?

As you near you realise with a start that it's actually a herd of bison. Are those antagonistic? Are they likely to stampede once they notice your presence? How tough are they to kill anyway, could you nab one for a snack?

How do you proceed?
>Write-in

Bump.

>>36462488
I'm here, at least.

>>36462600
Huzzah! Let's get this show back on the road

>>36461375
>One pronghorn, I can handle. But fuck me if I'm going to attack a herd of bison.
>Quietly turn and go the other way

>>36461375
I want to ride a bison. It will not end well, though.

>>36462629
>>36462647
Want to hash it out or shall I flip?

>>36462649
Again, it won't end well so >>36462629 is a safer bet.

>>36462668
Alright, writing

>>36461375

One pronghorn, you can handle. But you're fucked if you're going to attack a herd of bison.

You quietly turn, ready to return the way you came. Then it strikes you that simply backtracking is just a waste of time, and you look across the plains to see if anything else catches you attention. You notice a dirt track crossing the otherwise grassy plains, it looks well trod. Maybe it leads somewhere noteworthy?

You break out into a fast jog down it, dust kicking up from your footfalls.

---

Well that was a stroke of insight. You've come to running water, not quite a river but plentiful and clear. You shuck your bag, falling to your knees and cupping handfuls of the cool water to your mouth, drinking greedily, the sweet liquid washing away your parched throat as you take it in. Thirst quenched you splash water over your face, washing away the grime and dried blood. You lean back against a large rock and simply relax for a moment.

What now?
>Try and make some tools from the bones
>Strip off and bathe in the spring
>Lie back and take a well-earned nap
>Other? (Write-in)

>>36462708
>Strip off and bathe in the spring
Fuck we haven't showered in at least a day, maybe more. Then again, maybe living innawoods means you don't need to smell good.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36462708
>Other? Make a shrine to the Bone God

>>36462725
With two bones and a horn? You're more likely to draw his ire than blessings.

Writing for bathing

>>36462708
>Strip off and bathe in the spring
>Lie back and take a well-earned nap
>"I can do tools in the morning. Too tired and dirty for that now."

>>36462731
>two bones and an antler
It's the thought that counts, he'll see a boneless faithful and will impart upon us the Blessing of the Bone.

>>36462742
Alrighty, I'll slot that in between bathe and nap.

Rolled 3243 (1d8043)

>>36462750
This gave me a boner

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>36462762
>below average
You're boned man.

Rolled 279 (1d555)

>>36462769
Are we?
Five, Five Five
The number of the bone!

Rolled 773 (1d999)

>>36462779
Humerus.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>36462779
Well shit, at least the first roll was good.

>>36462788
Thank you mr skeltal

>>36462803
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6-ZGAGcJrk

We bonemancer

>>36462708

You decide that you really need a proper wash. Quite frankly you stink from two days of constant activity and even if there's no one else it bothers you. You peel your clothes off and step into the water, it comes up just below your knees and flows lazily around you. You lean back, head into the flow, feet propped against the pebbly floor and float on the surface for a while, soothed, mind clear. After a little while you decide that lingering any further will start to chill you and you rise, giving yourself a quick scrub down with your hands, shining cleanly again.

You shake the moisture off and stray back to the large rock, the sun dries you in minutes and you put your clothes back on.

You consider your next move and you eyes fall on the two bones and antler sticking out of your pack.

You wonder if there's a Bone God. Stands to reason that something as ubiquitous as bones would have some supernatural being keeping track of them. And if you have the favour of the Bone God... Actually, you're not really sure what you'd hope to receive. Maybe stronger bones? That's actually going to be pretty useful if you're out here any length of time, starved of your milk...

You take the two bones and antler and wander a few paces from the large rock, scrabbling with the loose soil to make a hollow and tucking the bones in, sticking upright. You place the antler beside them and admire your handy work. It's not much, but it's more than nothing and hopefully it's the thought that counts.

You rinse your hands briefly then look up at the sky. Judging by the position of the sun it's not long after noon and you should have plenty of time for a nap...

You sit back in the shade of the large rock and close your eyes. Your limbs buzz gently from the respite from all that work you've put them to and the wind breezes lazily across your face. Before you know it your mind is sinking backwards into a slumber...

>(Cont. still writing)

>>36462842
Hmm, if we're using our bones as a shrine to a possibly-real god, does that mean no tools? After all, desecrating that shrine would surely bring his wrath upon us.

>>36462904
THIS IS THE PATH YOUR CHOSE TO WALK

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36462908
>>36462904
Unlimited Bone Works

>>36462921
Thank you hungry skeleton god.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>36462921

I am the bone of my bone
Bone is my body and marrow is my blood
I have created over a thousand bones
Unknown to Death, Nor known to Life
Have withstood pain to create many bones
Yet, those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, unlimited bone works.

>>36462842

You're hovering on a thermal, soaring through the sky, sparse clouds dotting the horizon. Circling round with you are vultures, wings spread, hooked neck craning down to survey the ground. As you continue to swirl through the air you catch sight of your target, two bleached white shapes jutting from the baked earth, and you begin spiralling your descent, the vultures twirling with you. There is a creature nearby, spread across a rock, but it lives. No matter, all things are yours in time. You turn your attention to the pitiful offering and let out a screech, vultures echoing it around you as they swoop down, bones dropping from their grasp around the two embedded ones, a sizeable pile forming with a clatter. Much better. There is a rumbling and you turn to see a herd of bison slowing as they come to meet the waters edge, heads dipping, surface frothing with the activity. One of them strays too close to your pile and knocks some askew, this is unacceptable. Flesh evaporates from the creatures in a circle around you, their skeletons collapsing with a rattle. Wisely the herd avoids the spot now and you let out a screech, flapping madly and taking flight into the sky, sun burning down into your eyes as you stare at it with empty sockets...

---

You wake to find a bison strolling idly in front of you. Seems that your presence in and of itself does not alarm them then. You cautiously get to your feet and look around to find yourself in the middle of the herd. Hopping up onto the large rock you survey the scene, a gap in the milling animals drawing your attention.

At the epicentre lies that shrine you cobbled together only a few hours prior, nestled in the middle of a great pile of miscellaneous other bones. A little ways around are bleached skeletons that you identify by the skull, clearly what were once bison in nature.

What do?
>Shape the bone pile into a more ornamental shrine
>Gather some of those bison bones and set about making some tools

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36462941
>Shape the bone pile into a more ornamental shrine
Truly a sign of our Lord.

>>36462941
>Shape the bone pile into a more ornamental shrine
To use them as tools would be to defile the blessings of the Bone God. And he'll rib us up if we dared to do so.

>>36462725
>>36462952
17 is the number of the bone.
It's also how many metatarsals you have in your foot.
Not really, I made that up

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>>36462972
Kek

>>36462941
>Shape the bone pile into a more ornamental shrine
>"I like tools and all, but I'm not one to commit blasphemy".

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>>36462941

You slowly walk over to the pile but the bison ignore you. You consider saying something in the Bone God's name but decide your appreciation would be much better represented by arranging the pile of bones into something more ornate.

You first lay them all out, grouping them by size and shape, and then begin to arrange them in spiralling patterns from the central point you put together earlier, long bones jutting out in the middle, decreasing in size and you continue round. Finished, you admire your handy work. It's impressive in your opinion, simple yet elaborate, plain yet striking.

You turn and look at the bison skeletons, wondering whether to shape any of their bones would be to defile the blessings of your God. You don't think so. Just as it is natural for animals to gnaw on them, so too it is the way of the world that humans will shape them. You gather a couple of the larger bones from one of the bison skeletons and return to your large rock.

What do?
>Craft tools
>Ponder your next meal
>It's getting gloomy, may as well just head to bed for the night
>Other (Write-in)

>>36463095
>Craft tools
>Ponder your next meal
>"Hmm... I bet a few of these would make good bison-hunting spearpoints."

>>36463095
>Craft tools
>Fap
>It's getting gloomy, may as well just head to bed for the night

>>36463095
>Craft tools
>Ponder your next meal
Bone knife, bone tomahawk and bone armour?

>>36463147
You have nothing to bind things together with at the moment.

>>36463157
Shit, true.
Can we get some roots or some plant fiber to make rope?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36463172
Rolling for Knowledge: Natural Craft

>>36463172
Unfortunately sport-kid wouldn't know how to make that sort of thing, especially into something strong enough to hold having never tried it before. I'd say a safer bet was to cut the hide of his next kill into strips.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36463172
>>36463195
People figure it out easily.
seen it done

>>36463212
Yeah, well Jonny ain't the figurin' kind. Sorry

>>36463095

Settling down you decide now would be a good time to try sharpening one of those bones. You look around and find a flat but rough rock, that should do the trick. You set the bone on the ground, wiggling it slightly to get it stable, and dip the rock into the water. People sharpen things with a wetstone right?

You bring the dampened rock to the bone, and start making even swipes up and down it, feeling the rough surface catch on it as you press down slightly. Seems like this will do the trick.

---

Some time later you've got yourself a sharpened bone. You'd switched out the rough rock for a smoother one after grinding the bone into the rough shape you were aiming for and now the bone tapers to a flat, fine point. You'd also used a stone to lightly chip at the sides of it, forming a nice serrated edge. It should be pretty good at cutting through hides and flesh, though the tip is likely too thin to pierce things without breaking. Better work on making a spear of sorts.

---

You admire your handiwork, a bison thigh bone ground down into a spike. It's not very long, alas, owing to the nature of bison legs being comparitively stumpy but it is thick, hard wearing and sharp.

Stashing it back in your bag, you consider your next move. It's pretty dark by now and you're feeling drowsy.
>Time for bed
>Fap
>Nah, I wanna... (Write in)

>>36463228
>Fap
>Time for bed

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36463228
>Nah, I wanna... pray to our patron god
then sleep


>>36463195
> I'd say a safer bet was to cut the hide of his next kill into strips.
That's okay too, but it will decompose, and tanning is harder I belive:
Clean the skin with water and by taking off the residue, piss on it , let it be with the piss, then take a dump on it.

I'm serious

>>36463228
INVENTORY:
Rucksack:
- Change of clothes (Union Army outfit)
- Motorcycle helmet
- Tennis ball
- Medal for winning the school's 800m event
- Serrated bone knife
- Sharped bone stake (couple foot in length)
- A couple more bison bones
Outfit:
- Nylon trousers
- Two close-fitting t-shirts
- Underwear
- Leather wristband
- Nikes

>>36463228
>Fap and go to bed
>"Fuck it, it's been a few days and not like anyone will see me out here."

>>36463243
Wanna write in a prayer?

>>36463265
God of Bones, save me!
Save me from my great arch-enemy,
my weak and faltering self.
Save me from all greed of flesh,
of skin, and of muscle.
Save me from thirst for pleasure,
worldly show, and midnight revelry.
Save me from betraying You, Dear Lord,
in thought, or in word, or in deed.

>>36463265
This>>36462937 works, sort of.

"To the Immaculate Marrow, I dedicate this fap. Yours is that which binds us, keeps us solid and gives us fortitude.
And in your alabaster image I worship, but 206 bones among the infinite bones of your majesty.
Per ossa beati simus."

>>36463265
>drol ym, uoy rof enob siht hsilop I. Uoy rof yug gib a m'I! Muc ot noissimrep em evig esaelp!!!

>>36463293
>Pray about being saved from the weaknesses of the flesh
>Proceed to dedicate a fap in His Name
>Talking to your God whilst fapping

Do you guys wanna straighten out a prayer or shall I just use them all?

>>36463324
Well he might consider the Boner part of his domain, but I'd rather not to.

Just use them all

>>36463324
Use >>36463293, but finish with "Per ossa beati simus".
Take out the penultimate sentence, though, since pleasure is a fine thing to have. Maybe replace it with "sins of the flesh". Skins, if you will.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36463345
Agreed.

>>36463310
>Tell me about Bone! Why does he have no face?
>NOBODY GAVE ANY BONES ABOUT WHO I WAS UNTIL I TOOK IT OFF.

>>36463228

You're almost done for the day. Just a couple more things before you turn in for the night.

The first is to pray to our patron god. You cross back over to the shrine, smile playing across your lips as you admire your handiwork again. Even if the Bone God isn't captivated by it you are. You crouch, one leg kneeling and bow your head in respect. You're not really sure where the words come from but they seem natural as you venerate:

"God of Bones, save me!
Save me from my great arch-enemy,
my weak and faltering self.
Save me from all greed of flesh,
of skin, and of muscle.
Save me from betraying You, Dear Lord,
in thought, or in word, or in deed."

"Per ossa beati simus."

You lightly rise, dipping your head once more in a nod before turning back to your rock.

>(Cont.)

>>36463403

There's... one more thing you want to take care of. It's been a few days a whirling excitement and some of it has yet to leave you, instead collecting in your groin. It doesn't help that you've been praying to bone gods and handling them all day and basically what it all boils down to is you need to fap.

You look around you in due to that slightest chance someone has miraculously appeared and see no one. You eye the bison warily, it'd feel kinda weird to be watched by them... but conclude that you just don't care enough.

You sit atop the large rock, trousers around your ankles, underwear tugged down and cup balls, playing with them momentarily. Oh boy, here we go...
Your finger play over your shaft briefly before you grow too impatient, gripping it tightly and bobbing you hand up and down. Your thumb and forefinger massage the head as you go, technique honed from a year of self-discovery. You normally like to fantasize during this but it's been a wild few days and your mind is empty and content as you rub yourself, rising in a crescendo before you release yourself, a short spray sullying the dirt. You gentle massage it in the wake before tucking it away and pulling up your trousers.

Per ossa beati simus indeed.

Settling down beside the rock again (on the opposite side from your fun) you close your eyes and drift off...

>(Cont.)

>>36463411

You're on the starting line, nervously looking over to where Mum watches, turning back and dismissing your trepidation, there's no reason to be nervous, no one can run like you do. Not in your year group anyway. Your eyes stray back to the stands and you Lisa, reading as always. Tch, she's not even prepared to watch you. The man calls out for you to ready and there's the crack of the pistol, you spring fowards with the barest delay, pelting down the straight, you note the boy on your right start sprinting, starting to pull away from you but you fly into top gear and leave them in the dust. Yes, today you'll be the one receiving praise rather than Lisa and whatever test she had aced this time. You hit the bend and lean in, everything but the track a blur as you shoot round, you turn your heasd back to check on the competition but see only dark skies, roiling with activity, your breath catches but you avoid stumbling, looking forward once more to see the speedometer reading 80mph, breath slightly fogging the visor. You turn again and they're close now, great wings and claws flashing and thrashing in the air as the descend towards you and you hear screaming but Dad pushes your head back to face forward with his right hand, holding it in place, the bike twitching slightly as he holds it steady with only the other hand, then something thuds into you from the right and you're knocked from the bike, turning in the air, funny - where did the sidecar go? And then you're falling, time slowing as the speeding tarmac rushes up to meet your face and-

>(Cont.)

>>36463422

You wake with a start, the ground rumbling, as you turn to find the bison making a hasty exodus. You jump to your feet in preparation to run, grabbing your pack and looking around to the direction they're running from.

You're presented with the sight of a large man pinning a struggling bison to the floor, a flash of his fist and its head caves in, he then effortlessly pushes his hand into the beast's side, tearing out a hunk of flesh and chomping down on it. No wonder the bison are fleeing. As you study the man you notice an unnatural lopsidedness to his appearance and that he's dressed only in tattered shorts, bare foot no less. This is a person who is both highly dangerous and unlikely to lead you back to civilisation, judging by his attire.

What do you do?
>Run with the bison
>Linger to see what this man does next
>Call out, maybe he's not antagonistic?
>Other (Write-in)

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>Linger to see what this man does next
>Other Hang tightly to our bone stuff

>>36463431
>Linger to see what this man does next
Maybe find a rock to crouch and hide behind or something.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36463441
>>36463431
What's wrong with the green text lol

>>36463449
Per ossa beati simus

>>36463449
Mysterious indeed, not sure what you're rolling for by the way. Lingering prowess?

>>36463453
>>36463449
Indeed

>>36463459
Not being found, or if found, friendliness of the bonebarian.
the feel when no bonebarian qi-user tutor

>>36463431
>Linger to see what this man does next
>Lie in wait to pounce
>Prepare to start runnin'

>>36463431

You decide to linger and see what the man does next, taking tentative steps backwards in the hopes you can slip behind the large rock unnoticed.

>>36463441
>Rolled 4 (1d20)

The man suddenly looks up, head swivelling to face you and you try to give off a friendly demeanour, palms raised.

>>36463449
>Rolled 20 (1d20)

You flash the man your award-winning smile, pearls blessed by the Bone God as they shine white. In response the man swallows and brings his own grin to bear, but this one is lopsided with rivules of blood trickling down and his eyes flash with hunger. He does not look particularly friendly.

>Run with the bison
>Other (Write-in)

>>36463512
Kneel in a position good to start running, and extend to him our bone stake in a gesture of peace.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36463512
>Other
Seduce the - wait, no, that's a terrible idea.
Abscond.

Alrighty, roll me 1d20's, best of three

Rolled 19, 11, 9 = 39 (3d20)

>>36463577

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36463577
Bone master

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36463577
Bones for the Bone god!
Skulls for the Skull throne!

>>36463590
>roll me 1d20's
>rolls a 3d20

Please try again, there's enough people to share the dice around

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>36463577
BONEEES

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36463605
Alright fine, but I'm counting the 19 as my first roll.

>>36463591
>>36463600
See? 17 is the number of the bone.

>>36463600
>>36463591
>17
A blessing

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36463617
>>36463605
Just savin time, ya know?
>>36463600
>>36463591
Per ossa beati simus

>>36463512

The man takes a step forward and you're done standing there.

You spin and run, harder than when you chased that pronghorn for this time you are not predator but prey. Your lungs burn, eyes stream in the face of the dry wind that whips around you, feet numb as you pound away across the packed earth.

You crane your head back to see whether he's keep pace.

>>36463591
>>36463600
>Rolled 17 (1d20)

He is.
And you are really NOT okay with that.

You pour energy through yourself and the world blurs around you as your switfly catch up with the back of the bison herd. You're good at sustained running but not at full sprint and you need to catch your breath any minute now. You grab the horn of the beast you're charging alongside and kick off, pulling yourself abreast its back.

Riding a stampeding bison. Check.

>(Cont.)

>>36463744

You twist your head to see the man slowly gaining on the rear of the herd, long legs making up for his slower gait. He reaches the back and bats a bison out of the way with one hand.

Oh hell no.

You turn forwards and carefully rise to your feet, racking your brains for a better idea than what you have in mind. Your pleas fall on silent brain-ears and so without further ado you leap to the next bison, landing on all fours to steady yourself before clambering over to the next. And the next.

Like this your hop and crawl your way up the herd, taking a break in the middle to survey your pursuer. It seems he's run out of stamina too and you think you've finally lost that unnatural man, at the very least he's no longer in sight. Welp, time to see where the bisons end up you think, settling down and riding on.

---

It's midday, give or take, and the bison have finally calmed and stopped at a watering hole. You carefully slide down and slink off, though not before giving your steed a friendly pat on the neck. A drink suits you just fine too.

You finish gulping it down and cross to one side, clear of bison, and kneel to praise the Bone God for your survival. You're not sure if the Bone God had anything to do with, his domain doesn't really seem the type to worry a great deal about surviving atfer all, but you don't think it's the sort of thing worth risking. Especially now you've come to realise those bison skeletons had appeared since you'd got to the stream.

"Per ossa beati simus." you finish, rising and contemplating your next action.

What do?
>Write-in

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>36463753
Look up to the sky and try to remember what our geography teacher told us about the sun's movement in relation to the earth so we can locate ourselves

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>>36463753
>Maybe fap, try and make these bones into proper tools.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>36463794
Welp

>>36463803
>tfw no symbiotic bone armour

>>36463803
>proper tools
What do you mean? They're about as sharp as you're going to get bone to be and you reckon they should do their job well enough,

>>36463808
THE NUMBER OF THE BONE
>>36463826
I mean making a spear for that spearhead. Maybe getting some hide to wrap around the knife handle.

Alright then, sky gazing >>36463794 and hunting >>36463838 then?

Writing

>>36463753

Welp, you're in YET ANOTHER completely unfamiliar location and this time you didn't even get there on your own two feet. You cast your thoughts over navigation techniques, desperately wishing you'd paid more attention to Lisa whenever she went on about it. You vaguely recall that the sun can be used to navigate, that since it always rises from one direction and sets in the other you can work out which way north is.

>>36463794
>Rolled 3 (1d20)

Unfortunately, you can't remember which direction it moves. For that matter, you're not really sure which way you should be heading anyway. With a sigh you lie back on the ground, staring up and the blue sky above, simply hoping it divulges more information. A cloud drifts lazily past.

>(Cont.)

>>36464022

>>36463808
>Rolled 17 (1d20)

It's followed by another and they coil into one another, merging and shifting, you drift out of focus as you watch the idly. The edges of the cloud begin to sharpen you realise, hazy wisp twisting into definition... The shapes are familiar now, an assortment of rib bones splayed winglike behind the skull of some bird... You stare, curiously unthinking, the sky fading to a light grey and the the cloud bones start to expand... then suddenly they're swooping down at you and you try to yell out and dodge but your body doesn't respond, and then the bone creature fills your vision, eyes unable to blink and it reaches you now. You look down a rushing vortex of swirling greys and sharp geometric oscillations of white that revolve, heady wind pressing down on you forcing you flat on the ground, and then the vortex opens and you see a stable image before you, grainy and grey, rushing towards you, wind howling in your ears. With a start you find you can move your body once more and bring an arm up you shield your face from the expanse that is flying towards you, but the wind whips around and it you suddenly spin out of control, realising with a start that you're actually falling down and then you crash into the ground.

You pick yourself up and look around, a vast expanse of dry grey sand, the air temperate and still. You note the occasional bone jutting from the floor and barren horizons. You stumble at the sheer enormity and sand courses between your toes, looking down your find yourself entirely naked, devoid of possessions.

You place the obvious connotations with the Bone God and wonder why this happened. Is he upset with you? Or is this some sort of divine meeting?

What do?
>Write-in

>>36464001
His Inventory said those were in the rucksack. Also, those are clearly Nikes, you can tell by the checkmark.

I wonder if that strange man is a wendigo?

>>36464030
Indeed. That said, I believe he was wearing trousers rather than shorts.

>>36464030
Yeah, I suck, I gotta examine things more closely before making judgements.

why is it called Kabbalah Quest again?

>>36464041
Trousers, shorts, what's the difference? Unless you're a britfag and trousers are pants.
>>36464027
>We have entered the realm of Bones. Thank the Bone God and continue walking in the buff.

>>36464058
But I am a Britfag and wait, you guys call shorts trousers? Wut?

>>36464027
>Praise the bone god and continue walking this land, search for the truth in bones, the revelation.
The gift of power and knowledge, the Blessing of the Bone

>>36464052
Hasid, He Who Began, probably intended for this to be some metaphorical quest of life, death, and eternity. But the QMs have made it far more interesting. The name stuck though, and now we are all enlightened by the Kabbalah spirit.

>>36464052
You'd need to ask Hasin, the very first QM for the exact reason because he never got far enough to divulge it through his writing.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36464027
Bones

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>36464076
Bones*

I'm still wondering how to do this next part. Maybe I should make you wander the deserts eternally until you roll a 17...

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Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>36464087
>>36464084

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Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>36464087
Shit be gettin real yo

>>36464131
>Rolled 1 (1d20)
Enjoy wandering the desert
>Cuts to old age Lisa lamenting the loss of her brother

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>36464131
>>36464084
...

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>36464141
Also have a 20 so do we get something Really Cool at the cost of... something something bajomething?

>>36464150
Actually none of these dice rolls do shit. I'm just writing extended sequences for the moment

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Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36464063
Of course, we use the word properly. Here, I fixed the image so you could understand it.
>>36464087
Damnit QM

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36464165
Noooo

>>36464170
Hey, that's much better

>>36464181
>>36464165
Well actually, yes. But No.

>>36464170
SMASHING

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>>36464200
>>36464170

>>36464027

You take a moment to praise the Bone God and then set off in an arbitary direction. Everywhere looks the same and besides, you've been summoned to this place. You will find what you are meant to when you are meant to.

You stride forward in this colourless world, sand shifting lightly beneath your feet, speeding into a jog, and then a run. The air moves past you thickly but the temperature doesn't change, nor do you feel warm from your exertion. Time to push this. You break out into a sprint, eyes fixed on the horizon.

---

Whilst sprinting you came across a dead tree and slowed to examine it. It thrusts its way from the sand, clawing to the heavens but failing to survive, devoid of leaves or colour. You reach out to touch it but it crumble away to nothing, sending cracks throughout the rest of the structure which disintegrates into a shower of sand, all trace of it ever having existed vanishing. Probably a metaphor for something you think.

How do you interpret it?
>Write-in

>>36464254
>Nature is fragile, weak. In time all shall be dust.
>Nihilist quest activated

>>36464254
All things wither and die, no matter how much they struggle. It's better to embrace our own demise and be empowered by it.

>>36464254
Ninnius, are you having us write your plot points for you? Fine, if you insist.

>How do you interpret it?
>Someone has very skillfully crafted a sand sculpture in the shape of a tree. They must have been rather bored out here.

>>36464323
>Ninnius, are you having us write your plot points for you? Fine, if you insist.
UWAAH?!

>>36464337
It's alright Ninnius, we understand.

>>36464323
Lold.
Think this first then the rest

>>36464254

Depressingly relevant tune: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pqH8H1YwVhA

Your first thought is that someone must have very carefully crafted it out of sand, lord knows if they've been in limbo here for long it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination that they'd find every more improbable ways to occupy themselves.

But what if this place were all in your mind? You've not yet discounted the notion that you might be in some curious part of your mind, influenced there by the Bone God but not actually occupying a different time and space. If that were the case then there wouldn't be any precursors to you here would there? Or maybe there would...

Nevertheless you decide to delve deeper into a more profound interpretation. You consider how nature is fragile, weak... You remember the pronghorn you killed. In time it shall be nothing more than bones, then as the wind weathers those it will be ground down to dust, and scattered by the winds... Perhaps this tree signifies that all things wither and die, no matter how much they might struggle to avoid that fate. In the face of such a destiny it would be better to embrace our own demise and let our certainty in the inevitable empower our actions in the time we do have, striving to make the most of our time...

You close your eyes briefly, holding the image of the tree in your mind.

All the same, it is good to remember those that shape the experience that is our life.

>(Cont.)

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>>36464527

You've been sprinting for a while now. You're not quite sure how long in this timeless place, the light never wavering in intensity, but you do know that you've counted out the seconds of a minute, the minutes of an hour, the hours numbering...

What did they number again? Damn, you've lost track with that idle thought. It was a lot, you're pretty sure, and it is a testament to food and drink seeminly being optional in this place.

Well, may as well start counting again. Nothing better to do whilst you sprint onwards.

Something shimmers in the distance and you decide to head over, idly contemplating what you might find.

---

A whirling sinkhole of sand, it just keeps pouring down and down, you shuffle over as close as you dare to the edge and gaze in, seeing only the hole thinning exponentially yet never meeting the other side, a point of the purest black. Above you yet more sand tumbles down from the sky, spiralling in a great bulb, whipping around and settling on the edges of the sinkhole.

What a curious structure. Is this another design to convey meaning, impart understanding..?
What are your thoughts on the this?
>Write-in

>>36464540
All things are destined for oblivion, and despite that, even as everything is sucked into nothingness more keeps appearing.
Where does the sand come from?
All the sand can do is follow the path laid out for it as it descends, and wonder what's on the other side, without ever finding out until the very moment it reaches the darkness.

>>36464540
>What are your thoughts on this?
>Time is irreversible, like the falling sands we are all bound by its changing and inevitable march.

>>36464540
>I wonder where this sand is coming from.
>I should fap.
>This place is kind of boring.

>>36464540
>>36464592
Complementing the second line: There seems to be no way to know.
Origin and destination are complete mysteries, they could even be one and the same.


Also jump on the hole.

We need to know.

>>36464609
>This place is kind of boring.
Is that a hint for me to hurry the fuck up with this?

>>36464619
Nah, just the kind of thing a person would think in that scenario.

>>36464629
Okay then. 17 more desert scenes left afterall

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36464640

>>36464640
>17
Alright, come on Ninnius, you best be kidding.

>>36464640
Goodness. They better be worth it man.

Often it's best to leave how much you're planning unsaid, for this >>36464649 reason.

>>36464649
>>36464672
Guys, I'm slightly taken aback that you think I'd actually have you gaze at 17 more depressingly grey sandy artefacts. Fret not

>>36464649
Mate, really?

>>36464691
>>36464702
>17
>The number of the bone
I should have guessed this was a ruse.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>36464739

Wait, is this thread made entirely of former QMs?

>>36464754
...Probably.

>>36464754
Maybe, there's 13 posters though

>>36464778
True, but most of them have probably left at this point.

>>36464754
No comment.

>>36464790
Come on, there's certainly some of them still around.
Plus lurkers.

>>36464778
>>36464802
>>36464757
Well, at least this means we won't be short on replacement QMs.

>>36464540

You immediate reaction is to crane your gaze skywards, trying to make out where the sand is coming from, but it's untraceable, descending from so high that it narrows to a point in your perspective.

The break in your sprint and reminded you of many things, such as the fact that other movement exists. It's been so long since you last fapped... You gaze down and toy idly with yourself but you're emotionally flat, unable to bring it to attention. Man this place is dull.

Still, this vortex of sand is at least novel and you muse on it. What mystical insight can you glean from the symbology before you?

It occurs to you that time is irreversible, that like the falling sands we are bound to continue ever onwards until we fade from view. You look down into the hole, the destination for each and every grain of sand. All things are destined for oblivion, and despite that, even as everything is sucked into nothingness more keeps appearing.

Where does the sand come from? There seems to be no way to know. Origin and destination are complete mysteries, they could even be one and the same.

Peering down you realise you know how you could check in this instance anyway. Perhaps this is actually the exit from this place as well? Or maybe it's just the end of you?

Steeling yourself you take deliberate strides to the edge and step down into the whirlpool, feet sinking in the sand as it carries you down toward that abyssal epicentre. You hold your breath, just in case, and take the plunge.

>(Cont.)

>>36464955

You are in empty blackness, sand tumbling around you. You realise you are experiencing the infinite, forever in all directions, and it lasts an eternity before you see grey below you, rising to meet you and the time elapsed of your experience of the infinite folds up, again and again, suddenly you realise it was barely a second that you spent there and now you're falling down, spiralling with the sand down towards the vortex.

You writhe and fling yourself, escaping its grasp, grateful that you were born with the capacity to move. Imagine being one of the grains of sand, bound to experience infinity forever.

So... all things come to an end but are reborn? And we are bound by time, yet your own intervention with this indicates that ones fate is controlled by themselves... Must be something like that.

Without a secondary glance you run onwards.

---

It's funny, really. If anyone had ever asked you how you'd react to being left in a desert devoid of colour and sensation with nothing to do but wander you'd quite emphatically have insisted that you'd turn insane within a week. Especially if they told you that you also wouldn't need or be able to sleep there.

And yet, here you are, sprinting on, never tiring, long past the ability to stumble, the motions so engrained into your being by this point that it feels unnatural to slow. You've had time to think about a lot of things whilst you ran and your mind had turned to the last dream you'd had so long ago. It had finished with you on Dad's motorbike, turning to see the skies flooded with hideous beasts bearing down on you all and then something had happened and you'd tumbled from it to the left and in the moment that you were falling were shocked to find Lisa's sidecar missing.

>(Cont.)

>>36464970

When you'd first woken after you'd either forgotten or supressed this realisation, still believing them to be together in the distance somewhere. But you've had a lot of time to wonder and you remember that lurch and surge in speed. You were unwilling to plot the logical course but you've had so long that your subconscious has involuntarily done it for you.

You now believe that Dad cut Lisa loose, probably in order to pick up speed whilst he tried to outrun the pursuit.

You're not sure what you feel about this. Was this a justifiable action in the face of him doing it not to save just himself, but you as well? Lose one to save the rest? You're not sure you can ever truly weigh those scales.

But then you fell too. At a time whilst the monsters were thronging around the bike. An obvious time for someone fleeing to ditch the last baggage, but also a time when the other plausible reason was that one of the monsters knocked you off.

You'll just have to confront him one day. You hope Lisa is alright, but she's always been one for survival tips, always clamouring about adeventure...

>(Cont. still writing)

Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQzW6wz2JQk

>>36465045
I'm liking this theme. Nearly done with the next update. Hopefully the previous one wasn't too longwinded

>>36465091
I'll never complain about Simon and Garfunkel.
Here, have another: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tH2w6Oxx0kQ

>>36464986

You've arrived at a solitary Garden of Bones. Great white structures protruding from the sand, piercing the heavens around you. They'd been small things at first, little more than ribs poking through, a baby's first tooth. But you'd continued in, seeking the taller bones, knowing that at the middle you will find the greatest bone of all.

How many years has it been, you wonder, that you have travelled for this very moment.

It is a foolish question. Time holds no meaning in this place.

You round the corner of the latest bone, comporable to one of those cooling towers in diameter. The sand below your feet runs out leaving only smooth ivory tiles below. It feels... cold, yes, your feet feel cold. It has been so long since you felt cold. You pace inwards and reach the epicentre of this world, coming to a standstill.

A screech echoes out, reverberating between the great bone structures and the skeleton of what seems to be a vulture descends, landing before you with a clacking sound.

<YOU HAVE FOUND ME.>

"Yes."

<AND YOU UNDERSTAND.>

"Yes."

<YOU ACCEPT LIFE FOR WHAT IT BRINGS. YOU ACCEPT DEATH FOR WHAT IT TAKES. THE BONES EMBRACE YOU.>

The eye sockets of the skull before you flicker and you are reminded of the infinite you fell through. The air begins to whip around you, sand rising from the corners of this space, spinning towards you. The sand settles on your skin and you feel it take hold, more building up across you, the outline of bones forming in the construct. The air clears as the sand all meets you and the wind dies down. You examine yourself to find your nakedness entombed within a suit armour made from bones.

<GO NOW. INTO THE WORLD.>

"Per ossa beati simus."

The Bone God takes skeletal wing, a final screech as it tears upwards through the air. The sight before you fades to black.

>(Cont.)

>>36465207

You open your eyes. Colour strikes you. The air breezes across you. You feel the rush of blood through your veins.

You rise to find you're amongst the herd of bison that you left this world from so long ago.

"Per ossa beati simus." you intone, hand outstretched. Bone flows across it, forming a gauntlet. You examine it, then with a wave it dissipates again.

Your stomach rumbles.

Hunger... that is a sensation you've missed.

What do?
>Write-in

>>36465216
So, wait, do we have bone armor, or was it an illusion?

>Use our weapons to take down one of the weaker bison.

>>36465238
Sorry it wasn't clear, basically you can just summon it whenever. Someone mentioned symbiotic bone armour and it sounded too cool to pass up

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>>36465207
OOOH YEAH
Skull Knight time

>>36465216
Hunt down a few bisons for food (while maybe testing our new capabilities?) then continue our travel in search of civilization.

>>36465216
We are now Marronus, Paladin of Bones.
We must show our devotion by slaying a bison, consuming the meat, and offering its bones to the Bone God.

>>36465252
Hey ninnius, how is our physical capability for a teenager?
We already know we're overhuman like sis, since we kind outrunned a proghorn and a bison, both of which run quite a lot faster than Usain Bolt

>>36465329
Is this before or after we became a vessel for the Bone God?

>>36465350
We were always a vessel, of course. But this is current, I imagine.

>>36465350
Well after I guess.
We did superhuman shit before we became the vessel, but I mean stats for right now.

Like, can we bench a car?
How fast can this nigga run?

>>36465364
Well the powers that Jonny now channels are naturally the powers of a God, and quite a major one at that. However he needs time and experience to actually utilise them effectively.

The bone armour is symbiotic and thus changes form as Jonny moves, rather than possessing simple joints. In turn this means that it acts as an exoskeleton and can bolster strength.

However Jonny himself strength-wise isn't particularly above average. I mean, it's somewhat so since he ripped the pronghorns heart out, snapping major arteries and the like.

But it's mainly just his capacity to run that's freakishly high. His stamina is pretty decent too. The same could be said for Lisa to be honest, it's her agility that's wildly above average and she's otherwise relatively normal.

So... Jonny's strength... We can probably push a bison over, and drag it, but not lift it. That should give you some idea?

>>36465467
Will us feeding off so much meat and doing all this strength related stuff make us - huge -?

>>36465467
Sounds fine to me. As long as we can run something down, we have bone-shivs to finish the job.
>>36465485
No, that only works when you are LIKE RUSSIAN.

>>36465485
Not massively huge, probably. I'm planning to stop QMing soon, so who knows where the next one takes it?

Though I'd quite like to return to Yumi. This was meant to just be an interlude...

By the way, do you guys want to skin the bison? I mean, the intended use for that was to bind your tools...

>>36465521
I got you covered.
>>36465536
Not really necessary now that we can form bone weapons from our armor.

>>36465216

You turn to your pack and fish out the bone tools you had crafted. They seem so... small. You flick your hand and bone seeps between your fingers, forming a spear in your grasp, the head razor sharp. You pace over to a bison that wanders singly on the edge of the herd and fling the spear at it, peircing its side. It tries to fun but trips on the shaft and tumbles.

You're next to it and bring a dagger down into it's throat, stilling the beast. Working swiftly you slice off strips and chew them down, relishing in the tang of the blood, the texture of the meat. You strip most of the rest of the carcass, leaving the meat draped across a flat rock for the sun to cure.

You gather your old bone tools and set them into the earth, sticking upright beside the bison's corpse. You crouch and touch the shrine, calling out with your mind and the remaining tissue flays away into nothing, leaving only the skeleton behind. You carefully arrange the bones around the shrine.

Night is falling now and you look forward to sleeping again. You've been awake for so very long.

>Sleep
>Wait, just need to... (Write-in)

>>36465536
Can we continue the story of the lively loli and the bony brother though?
Even if we go back to yumi view, are we coming back to this?

>mfw each QM ends up QMing one point of view of the story

>>36465574
>Wait, just need to fap for the day.
>Sleep

>>36465587
I definitely plan to write more for the siblings.

>>36465574

>Sleep
>Wait, just need to... praise our god

>>36465587
Well, 22 is doing Yumi, Ninny is doing Johnny/Lisa, and I guess multiple people have done Fel/Bigg. My arc was Kraghammer, but he's pretty much concluded.

>>36465630
Not if some of Yumi-fags get there way he isn't...

>>36465574
Oh, and I say both >>36465602 and>>36465628.

>>36465644
It was just one guy.

>>36465671
It seemed like there were a couple of people interested in Yumi getting her revenge, though one guy was particularly asinine about it.

>>36465685
>implying someone that buttflustered wouldn't samefag

>>36465630
I did half of Punch's, a part of Krag's and worked some on Fel and Bigg.
22 is doing Yumi
Ninny is doing bro/sis
I guess someone could just take in Fell and Bigg and continue theirs.

I dunno what I'll do yet, or if I should even QM again but if I do I'll probably make some crappy chargen.

>>36465701
It's true but it was more subtle than I gave him credit for if it was samefagging.

>>36465712
>crappy chargen.
That's good though, expand this setting with more points of view and intricacies. World building at it's finest

>>36465728
The best world building - one derived from absurdity.

>>36465574

But there's one thing that needs to be taken care of first. The sweet, sweet release of masturbation after going without for an eternity...

Quick glance, no one around, and to be honest it probably wouldn't stop you even if there was.

You strip fully for this. It's a momentous occasion afterall. You lie down on the earth, revelling in the hard sensation pressing against your back, a glorious change from soft sand. Not that you spent much time lying around in the Bone God's realm.

You reach down and take firm grasp of your dick, already erect from anticipation, standing tall and firm in the cool evening breeze. The head is slick with precum. You begin slowly at first but after so long it's still too much and you build to breaking point, splashing yourself with your affections.

But you're still rigid as a pole and resume, speeding up to a greater height now that you can sustain it. You ride the wave for a while before impatience takes you and your pump your hand, legs tense, back arching as you shoot your load.

You chest heaves as you regain your breath, dick still in hand as it softens.

You get shakily back to your feet and cross to the watering hole, a quick dip to clean you off.

Too drained to redress yourself you simply manifest your bone armour.

"Per ossa beati simus." you smile, hands behind your head as sleep takes you.

END OF CHAPTER: THREE and SEVEN EIGHTHS: THE INTERLUDE EXTENDED

>>36465832
Brilliant work, son. Now then, where were we...?

>>36465832
Soon the power of his boner shall be all-consuming, rigid eternally.
>>36465850
Yumi was an angel again, and going to kick some demon ass.

>>36465850
Thanks, haha.

If there's any lingering questions feel free to ask. I can let on what I mentioned in >>36459033 for example.

Fun fact: we completely veered off course from my vague plan and ironically the only concrete details I had in mind for this arc (you can probably guess when)

>>36465895
>You can probably guess when.
When we raised a shrine to the Bone God?

>>36465902
That would be exactly when. Hopefully you all enjoyed our trip through dreary greyland.

>>36464052
QMs keep passing down the baton to the next generation, like a tree. Also, try asking Hasid what it might mean.

>>36465895
So what were the clues we missed? Which way did Lisa go?

>>36465928
Hasid is long gone. Wonder what he'd think of the quest at this point.
Alright, we're going to a more "traditional" Kabbalah style of quest.

You are Yumi Kolenko. Was is Kuroneko? Umezawa? Whatever.
You're currently flying at about 40 mph above the Mexican midlands, in your sights the forces of Mad-Eye Juarez. Hundreds of demonic soldiers, brutal elite mutants, and towering Primes stand between you and him. Your katana shimmers, an electric current running through the brilliant Nippon steel.
Juarez brought a legion. He should have brought an army.

The vanguard of elites howls in belligerent glory, tearing through the countryside with aberrant physiology and unnatural weapons. They ought to be a good warm up.

>(Cont.)
(Roll some creative dice)

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>36466062

>>36466043
From the OP:
>something collided with your right
This means you fell from the motorbike to it's left and it stands to reason that the ditch you thus wake up in will be to the left as well from the motorbikes POV.

Thus when you stand in the ditch and face the road, the direction you came from was the right and the direction that Dad went was the left.

Funnily enough, if you'd gone left you'd have probably struck upon my intended plot pretty quickly and be in a completely different place by now

Rolled 279 (1d777)

>>36466062
God for the God God

Rolled 3, 2, 3 = 8 (3d7)

>>36466062
Rolling for triple crit with near double the odds of success of a 1d777
Yeah!

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>36466062
UNLIMITED POWER

>>36466125
Dat 69.

>>36466100
Well that sucks. I was thinking along those lines but wasn't sure. Oh well. Maybe this bone god tangent will end up being interesting.

>>36466143
Honestly, the Bone God direction is already far more interesting than what I had in mind.

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>36466133
Sexual Prowess

Can we stat the characters using:
GUTS: all tha spirit and williepowah ye has, also how tough a nut ye ar
HUGENESS: wat ye can lift wit dem big ugly arm'sa yors
GOTTA GO FAST: how fast ye cowardly gits run
NINJAING: using ye hands wit no spagetti droppan and dodging shit
BRAINS: hier the less dumness ye got
SEXUAL PROWESS: is wat ye can do be2een 4 walls if ye get me

POWAHS:
all dat special snowflake shit ye can pull off

Just for shits and giggles?

>>36466247
But what kinda scale do we use for that? Orders of maginitude? How does one compare Slabs sexual prowess to anything else?

>>36466272
1 to infinity.

No seriously I forgot to post that part

1 to 666, 10 is normal human.
That should help a bit.
The rest is achieved through polite gentlemanly debate.

>>36466100
In any case, any thoughts of finding Dad are behind our new devotion to the Bone God. Bone God wouldn't abandon us like Daddy did...

>8/11
You descend towards the rampaging horde, but instead of slowing down you spread your gilded wings and speed up. The first line of Elites scatter at your approach, but the unlucky who can't evade in time are diced by the blades of your wings.
Your engine whirrs to a halt, and you pick yourself up from the impact of dirt and flesh. The elites who once fled now surround you, a little less intimidated now that you aren't soaring towards them at breakneck speeds. Some brandish clawlike hands, others bifurcated, whiplike tails, and gnashing serrated teeth. They circle ominously, and one rushes at you.

>8/21
Its razor-sharp claws bear down on your side, and you try to evade. The beast was too fast, however, and it slashes into your armored shoulder with inhuman force. You reel back, brandishing your sword. More elites swarm you, barely leaving you time to dodge their attacks. If you don't think of something, you're boned!

>69/100

Boned, of course! You think back to New Heaven, how Kraghammer purified you. It's a stray chance, but you have to try!
"ANGEL MAGICAL POWER BEAM GO!! PHALLUSO TOWER OF ULTIMATE HAPPINESS!"

Your armor parts around the groin, and from your loins, a girthsome penis sprouts, glowing slightly with the aura of Baby Jesus' blessing.
The elites recoil at such a virile display, and before they can retaliate you set to work. Pumping the shaft with holy vigor, you feel the advent approaching.

Roll for the thoroughness of your smiting.

>>36466311
Well... we can give it a go. Do you have a mental baseline for values of 20, 30, etc? 100?

Also, we'd need to specify the point in time on the character sheet since powerlevels vary wildly throughout

>>36466357
I'd say make it the latest, most updated stats.

>Do you have a mental baseline for values of 20, 30, etc? 100?
Not really, could be defined though
say, 11+n
can lift up to n^2/4 tons.
Which gives you 250 kg, 1 ton, 2.25 and so on.

Rolled 802 (1d1000)

>>36466350
Trying to smite with the force of One Thousand Suns!

Rolled 6368 (1d9001)

>>36466350

Rolled 736 (1d777)

>>36466350
OOH YAAH

Rolled 746 (1d1000)

>>36466425
Not bad...

>>36466357
>>36466311
>>36466247
Current power levels of various characters:

1st Baby Jesus
2nd Old Ones
3rd Saten
4th Assdin
5th Butthor
6th Bone God
MINIGAP
15th Commie Felicia
19th Asscended Krag
POWERGAP
25th Temporarily Buffed Angel Krag
26th Corrupted Yumi
27th Angel Punch
28th Angel Slab
29th Angel Imouto
30th Angel Yumi / Demon King Slab
31st Angel Krag
32nd Bone-Vassal Johnny
33rd Angel Elf Queen
POWER GAP
45th The Legion (Bigg)
48th P-too
50th Krag
51st Fabulous Vampire Slab
52nd Daemonic Felicia
POWER GAP
69th Felicia & Bigg
80th Johnny and Lisa
POWER GAP
192nd Angel Devon

1st Baby Jesus
GUTS: 500
HUGENESS: 450
GOTTA GO FAST: 650
NINJAING: 666
BRAINS: 666
SEXUAL PROWESS: 666
SPECIAL:
Blessing of Booze: Free booze from water, only wine tho
Blessing of Penis: Gives the recipient a holy penis that increases their overall capabilities by +50 and gives them Sexual Smite
Blessing
Angelic Ascension: Can turn beings into angels, buffing their stats by *5 permanently (but not above 500)

>>36466472
Class: Abrahamic God

You can edit Google sheets without logging in right? Either way, here's a template:
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1cJqoeFxkMKAfwbeeAR_jTa0bxAMvWaMaUuRmjzxc-Hg/edit?usp=sharing

Need to work on what the attribute values correspond to, currently the average human can't lift any weight

You oscillate faster and faster, hands teasing the tip and fondling your pussy, shouting out the psalms of ecstasy.

>736/777

The head releases a flood not seen since the time of Gilgamesh, spewing the Lord's love and their wrath upon these demons. With a cry of devotion matching the anguished wails of your foes, you cast SMITE on the Elites!

>802/1000

As you come down from your religious epiphany, you scan the scene. The rampaging horde has been obliterated, most merely piles of ash. A couple straggling mutants try to pick themselves out of the wreckage, but a few strikes of your blade end their struggles.

With the Elites smitten, you ponder your next move...

>>36466586
Stands to reason we best move onto the main course now then.

>tfw my name shows up as my actual name there

Sorry for the wait, been statting up stuff in >>36466535.

May as well hit the main course now. No point in going for the Primes, you'll let the army handle them. The only target worth seeking is Juarez himself.

You launch once again, sword bared and wings glowing brilliantly in the afternoon light. Beneath you, the first waves of the soldiers march, either unaware of your presence, unconcerned with it, or too terrified to look up. You hope it's the last one.

Up ahead rides a hellsteed, a massive skeletal hound whose carcass spews forth demonic fire. On top of it, on a relatively small mount, rides Mad-Eye Juarez. He cackles loudly, shouting orders to those below. Time to interrupt his conquest.

Roll some d20s, if you would.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>36466933
Give Mad-Eye Juarez a taste of your brown eye

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>36466933
latex

>>36466971
It's never Yumi's day..

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36466933
>>36466933

loincloth then

Right, it's time for me to bow out and take a nap. Hopefully it won't be too long before I wake.

See y'all on the otherside

>>36467024
see ya mate

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36466933

>>36467024
Adieu.

>4/20
You charge on wings of righteous fury, swinging your sword at the Demon general. However, he's caught wind of your approach and lowers his gun at you. With a shout, the machine gun opens fire, firing its unholy cargo at you.

>10/20

You swerve and weave, barely managing to outmaneuver the bullets. A couple graze your immaculate wings, but you manage to soar through mostly unharmed.

Roll some more, fools.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>36467157

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>36467157
BOWAH

Didn't use the crit fail?

>>36467179
I was merciful.
>>36467176
But goddamn I can only fiat so much.

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>36467191
Save the critfail for the crit purse

>>36466432
Actually, how does Slab work? He's like a vampire, but it seems as though that's just in the sense that he cast away his humanity and God. How would a vampire angel be a thing?

>>36467230
>36467230
He now sucks evil from people.

>>36467230
Holy vampire, of course, he hates the darkness, sleeps in a pulpit, and sucks the blood of evildoers.

>>36467240
Can he even drink wine now? In his out-of-body experience, he went on about how drinking was his reason for living. Is he a wine guy? Can angels drink that?

I think it'd be cool if he fell and got black wings.

Why is Lisa super human at strength when she didn't show any of that?
The QM mentioned it too.

She's normal at pretty much everything except Ninjaing and Brains. And normal for her is little girl normal, so not peak human.

>HUGENESS: 30
That's benchpressing 400 Kg

>>36467307
Nerfed appropriately.

>>36467322
Danke

>>36467191
Doth ye live?

>>36467838
I think the low rolls killed him. That guy always disappears at critical moments.

Alright head count to see who's still with us, please say so here!

>>36467946
I'm here.

>>36467946
Hey.

>>36467946
Reporting.

Alright, so who's up next, then? And do we want to continue Yumi's arc?

>>36468089
I was writing something up but I don't know if you'll like it

>>36468155
I'm sure we will, anon. Anything is better than nothing, after all!

>>36468089
Hey, it's not like the 22nd has claimed dibs on anything.