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>>39142923
Okay. Fine. So you're huddled in the corner, kneeling next to an unconscious, violently-scythed Estelle, and a broken-down Rokko who subjected herself to some sort of uber-glitch that conveniently (and knowing your luck, temporarily) vaporized a sworn enemy.

The last thing you remember before going off into la-la land was princess-carrying the Blue Bomber about ten yards, since you weren't about to drag her along the rocky floor and ruin her shit any more than it's already been ruined. Carrying her would have been more heroic and/or noble if it didn't involve a whole lot of grunting and muscle strain and pain on your part. Robots are /heavy/.

Enough putzing around. You've got to build a miniature fortress around you and your friends before Momuz stops being a chicken and continues being a feathery flesh-melting arachnid hellbent on melting the flesh off your bones. You're not a dedicated architect or mason, but you ARE a dwarf, and there's more than enough spare rock lying around for walls and a ceiling and actual floors.

You spit on your hands and rub them together, smearing the layer of grime. Now you're about to find out if you have enough /time/.

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ROLL #1
>Urist Twelfthbay builds a mini-fort's walls!
ROLL d20! (dice+1d20 in the email field)
Taking the best of three!
(DC: 15; +1 Construction bonus)

Rolled 10 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>39142940
No DC?

Nice to see you again Blorp

Rolled 19 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>39142940
Questan' tiem!

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>39142940
Fuck yes dwarftunia time!

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aw yeah dorf fort is go!

>>39143079
Nice. Urist can build'em

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>>39142940
>>39143079
>Walls roll!
>19+1
>Success bonus: Fast Construction!

Walls. Fine. Walls are easy enough to handle, you've just... gotta take a buncha rocks, mold them by hand into the rough shapes you want to use, and then stick them into the ground and let nature take its course, i.e. they immediately become rock walls about one story tall, eternally impenetrable by any outside force whatsoever unless you decide to take them down by hand.

See? Easy as pie, and on top of that, you knocked it up masterfully fast. You have no fucking clue how non-dwarves are able to complicate building construction to such a ludicrous degree.

Rokko, at least, lets you work in silence (Estelle doesn't have a choice, being out like a light). You can feel the Blue Bomber's eyes on your back, although that's mostly because she turns her head to watch as you move around and you can hear her helmet scraping against the rock floor. You foresee another round of repairs in her eventual future.

Soon enough, you've got a nice set of walls in place, surrounding you and sealing you off from the outside worGODDAMMIT! Ceilings!

You bang your head against the unyielding rock with a muffled curse, ignoring the pain and, behind you, another scrape from Rokko's helmet. Need to build a fucking ceiling above your head! You can't DO that from the first floor! Okay, Mojang can build ceilings from one story down, but she's a wizard with dodgy physics, so you'll- you'll have to build a RAMP or something and STAND on a wall while you BUILD the ceiling and- and-

You sigh and get to work, frowning in consternation. This'll be tough.

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ROLL #2
>Urist Twelfthbay gets to work on a ceiling!
ROLL d20! (dice+1d20 in the email field)
Taking the best of three!
DC: 16 (+1 Construction bonus)

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>39143390
Bunker ceiling!

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>39143390
don't forget the floor

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>39143390

>>39143390
Let's hope Momuz is not a building destroyer.

...oh wait, it is a FB.

>>39143415
>>39143446
>>39143461
Ffffffff

>>39143465
Oh, walls and stuff are indestructible, even for Forgotten Beasts! She didn't put in a door or anything, so it should be-

>9
>8
>4

... sorta !!FUN!!. Writing!

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>>39143415
>>39143446
>>39143461

I object on the basis that Urist shouldn't need rolls for this

>>39143494
How unfortunate.

>>39143626
She IS a dwarf, but despite all the ridiculous things she's already built in Gamindustri, she's not exactly a skilled architect OR a builder in DF terms.

Also, the roll isn't all Urist's building abilities, since there's that slight time squeeze vis-a-vis the giant ravening spider...

>>39143661
i demand fruitlessly to change Urist name to Urista. She is a gurl now.

>>39143678
I object.

Uristine sounds much better.

>>39143678
Urist is dwarf gender neutral.

>>39143661
Well as soon as Estelle gets up, we'll have "kite the FB until Urist builds a prison around it" plan.

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>>39143390
>No Success!

Alright, so if you put a ramp /there/, and build an extra wall /here/- shit, no, you have to build the extra wall in the middle-ish, otherwise you won't have any room to move, but- GAH, you almost sealed yourself into a corner! What was that building rule again? Last in, first out? So that means you have to build this thing FIRST, and then you, um...

... while you ARE a dwarf, you're not really an architect or a mason. Walls are all well and good, but for some reason, you're getting kinda hung up with this whole ceiling bullshit. It takes you far too long to figure out the physics involved in getting up on top of the walls, and even longer for you to figure out a way to lay down ceiling tiles without, say, accidentally sealing yourself OUTSIDE the mini-fortress.

Dwarves are masterwork builders, but that sort of thing is a real and present danger that pops up more often than you'd like. You don't know what sort of face you'd make if your Gamindustri gravestone read something like "Here lies Urist. Eaten by a spider monster because she fucked up the build order. This gravestone depicts a Momuz the Forgotten Beast and a dwarf. The spider is threatening the dwarf. The dwarf is cowering."

You're down to the last two ceiling tiles before there's an implosion of air and the chicken wandering around the cavern is suddenly replaced by a monstrous feathered arachnid.

Instincts kick in immediately- you freeze up, staring at Momuz with wide eyes. Your stare is returned eightfold from half the cavern away.

[ ] [BACK INTO THE MINI-FORT] NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE
[ ] [STAY FROSTY] Don't move a muscle, and stay right where you are. Wait and see what Momuz is gonna do before you make any moves. Maybe- maybe he'll wander off?
[ ] [ROCK THROW] You've got plenty of rocks on your person right now! Throw them at Momuz! Get it to move away!
[ ] [CROSSBOW] This type of situation is /exactly/ what ranged combat is for.

>>39143985
finish the damn ceiling then nope right back in

>>39143985
>[ ] [CROSSBOW] This type of situation is /exactly/ what ranged combat is for.
Aim for the eyes!!

>>39143985
>NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE NOPE

Alternatively, cause a cave-in.

>>39143985
>[KEEP BUILDING]
FBs are not affected by alcohol, right?

>>39143985
>[x] [CROSSBOW] This type of situation is /exactly/ what ranged combat is for.

>>39143985
>[] crossbow crossbow!

Poor Urist.

>>39143985
>[ ] [BACK INTO THE MINI-FORT]
Proceed to plan escape tunnel

>>39144263
do we even have a pick?

>>39143985
>[x] [CROSSBOW] This type of situation is /exactly/ what ranged combat is for

Is it too much to hope that we have access to the 40.19 version of the crossbow?

>>39144299
Our LIQUID METAL GAUNTLETS turned into an axe that one time, I'm sure it can turn to a pick this time

>>39144330
I would sincerely hope so. We will need it, protag powers or not.

Okay, looks like the votes are falling in toward TACTICAL CROSSBOW RETREAT! The retreating part won't be a problem, but let's see how much delaying she can do-

>Urist Twelfthbay fires her crossbow!
ROLL d20! (dice+1d20 in the email field)
Taking the best of three!
DC: 17 (+1 bonus for Crossbow, +1 bonus for Competent Skill!)
>>39144330
To be fair, crossbows are already pretty freakishly strong in most of the recent versions!

Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>39144330
Why?
I assume it has something to do with DF being buggy

>>39144373
Dice

Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>39144373
Oh dwarf

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>39144373
The bolt tears a muscle in brain!

Rolled 83 + 2 (1d120 + 2)

>>39144373
dorf dorf dorf

>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
I...

What?

>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
CROSSBOW TOO STRONK

>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
W-what deviltry is this!?

>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
Well alright then

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>>39144424
derp

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>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
DAMN, guys.

Writing!

>>39144393
>>39144397

Based dice.

>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
The greatest weapon against spiders has always been, and always will be, MASSIVE OVERKILL FROM FAR FAR AWAY.

>>39144484
Do we get a bonus for triple 19's?

>>39144507
it gets mentioned to be the overpowered crossbow most likely or we get better at crossbowing things

>>39144507
I wonder what would have happened on a roll like this in Ogre Civ

>>39144530
Turns out Urist has a legendary artefact adamantite crossbow she never noticed til now :V

>>39144585
more like she enters a martial trance for the first time in fuckin ever.

>>39144611
I'll take it

>>39144611
Works for me. Get dat marksdwarf xp.

Now all that's missing is Urist taken by a fey mood...

>>39144484
We get a special bennie for that right? That's way more unlikely than a regular crit after all.

>>39144673
we have yet to see a tantrum spiral either unless you count the first time we went shopping

>>39144707
How can we? That. Requires multiple dwarves or its just a regular tantrum.

>>39144739
well we could tantrum and the events proceed to make us more depressed and tantrum more and more

>>39144750
Estelle mentioned having seen that happened the thread before last.

any other characters people would like to see pop up in the quest mine is a version of doom or wolfenstein.

>>39144967
BJ or Doom girl would be pretty neat. Dunno if blorp is gonna go for it though. I mean there are a lot of games that could be turned into characters

>>39144330
Was something wrong with them in the older versions?

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>>39143985
>>39144373
>>39144393
>>39144397
>>39144414
>[X] [FIGHTING RETREAT]
>Crossbow firing: 19, 19, 21!

>Crossbow skill goes from Competent to Skilled!
>SKILL OBTAINED: [Minor Called Shot]
>When firing a crossbow, Urist may choose to sacrifice +1 of her skill bonus to specifically target a limb. A hit, glancing or no, will always disable that limb. Works best on monsters + minions.
>Caution: Adventurers may rely on bullshit anime/movie physics or healing and pull out bolts, causing limb damage to be temporary.

Terror gives you the sort of speed you normally only see on wild west shoot-'em-ups, and you're bracing yourself against your crossbow's recoil before you even realize what you're doing.

'Course, once you DO realize what you're doing, you've got adrelanin or whatever flowing through your veins and crossbow bolts flying everywhere and you're screaming bloody murder at Momuz, your hoarse shrieks all but drowning out the spider's chitters. The Forgotten Beast reels like your curses are physical blows raining down on its ugly mug, legs scrabbling even as you scramble back down the ramp leading into your mini-fort.

(Cont.)

>>39145138
You barely notice how Rokko's propped herself up onto one elbow, green eyes lighting up the enclosed space; you're too busy wrecking the hell out of the ramp, fully intent on blocking off the hole in the ceiling with a wall or something.

To her credit, the Blue Bomber doesn't ask anything obvious, like "What's the matter?" or "Is everything okay?" She just leans back and grimly points an arm cannon toward the gap in the ceiling.

After what feels like an eternity, you finally deconstruct the ramp- but you fail to hear Momuz's legs scrabbling against the walls or venom hissing against the rock, and no horrible spider face appears in the skylight like something out of a horror movie. The Forgotten Beast is still OUT there, you can hear it chittering hoarsely to itself, but it's not... it's not moving?

Estelle, you notice, appears to be awake. She's scratching something into the floor.

[ ] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
[ ] [SEAL OFF] Fuck the outside world, build a pillar to block off the skylight.
[ ] [DIGGY DIGGY HOLE] Start digging an escape tunnel. Momuz is officially someone else's problem.
[ ] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.
[ ] [WRITE-IN]

>>39145167
[ ] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
[ ] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>39145167

Did we say stop firing!? RICOCHET MORE BOLTS OFF THE CEILING AND INTO THAT SPIDER!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>39145167

Otherwise [X}Carve Fortifications

>>39145167
>[ ] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
>[ ] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.
Did we kill it?

>>39145167
>[MURAL] What, no, why would I do tha-
>Urist has been struck by divine inspiration!

>>39145167
[] carve fortifications
[] party chat

Because with fortifications we can see and more importantly shoot out.

>>39145167
>[x] [DIGGY DIGGY HOLE] Start digging an escape tunnel. Momuz is officially someone else's problem.
Live and let.... someone else get brutally killed!
>[x] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.

[ ] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
[ ] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.
Wake up Estelle!
>>39145265
No this is our problem It gets Fixed

>>39145235
We made it depressed

>>39145167
>[ ] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
>[ ] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.

>>39145167
>[x] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
>[x] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.
use the therapist telepathy thing

>[X] [PEEK OUT] Chance a glimpse out to see what the hell Momuz is up to.
>[X] [PARTY CHAT] Talk to your party members. See if Rokko's got any tricks up her sleeve and check what it is Estelle's trying to do.

Why are all of you not carving fortifications.

I demand you change this instant.

>>39145495
because that what we did in the beginning and we got bored with it

So if this is Toradorfa, would that make Estelle Minori and Rokko Ryuuji? But then who would be Kitamura?

>>39146075
>Rokko Ryuuji
She can't be, we don't bully her nearly enough.

Kitamura is the idea of a beard.
Ryuuji will be when we arrange our braids around to make it look like we have a beard.

>>39146075
I doubt we've met Ryuuji yet. He needs to be able to take our beatings and stand alongside us like the dragon he is. Something as equally nonsensical and complex, like SS13 or something.

>>39146159
With the way Gamindustri works he won't be a game, the best we can hope for is some sort of Fortress Secretary.

>>39146159
ss13 or rogue would be nice if we wanted crazy and nonsensical

>>39145167
>[X] [PEEK OUT]
>[X] [PARTY CHAT]

It's WAY too much to hope for that Momuz has gotten bored with your mini-fort and is now just wandering around the cavern in an aimless fashion. Even in Gamindustri, you haven't survived this long by being optimistic, and you're not about to start now. Giant ravening feathery spider monsters are pretty far down on the list of things you want coming back to bite you on the ass, especially if they have venomous fangs. Mandibles. Whatever.

So you quietly reconstruct your half-ruined ramp and peek out at the Forgotten Beast. Just in case it somehow teleported up onto the roof, you hold your helmet down with one hand as if mere iron will help one fucking bit against flesh-melting poison.

Maybe for once, the gods are looking out for you. The more likely explanation is that you got really, really fucking lucky, because Momuz is writhing on the ground, massive legs twitching in pain. You can't really tell from this far away, but there's an awful lot of ichor on its face, and... either half its eyes spontaneously exploded, or you managed to literally blind the monster of your own creation.

You can't help but stare for thirty seconds, silently trying to disprove that overly optimistic conclusion with your own eyes. Once it's clear that it's not some sort of feigned ploy by Momuz, or that the writhing Forgotten Beast isn't a decoy and the REAL Forgotten Beast is about to bite your head off, you quietly swing back down to the mini-fort and give your friends the good news: the giant nightmarish spider bastard probably ain't gonna be bothering you for... oh, the next few minutes.

Rokko closes her eyes (in relief or exhaustion), her arm cannon dropping back down to 'clonk' against the floor. Estelle keeps on scratching the floor, murmuring something approximating the barest fraction of her usual bubbly happiness.

(Cont.)

>>39146159
Can games be boys?

I thought that was one of the Gamindustri bullshit laws?

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>>39146297
... goddammit. All this time, Estelle's ridiculous peppiness has done very little other than to make you slightly more grouchy, and now that she's NOT peppy or energetic, you can't help but feel like there's a tight knot in your stomach.

To be fair, a big part of it is that she looks like something the cat dragged in, savaged, and then spat back out. Estelle's face is pale, drawn, and smeared with streaks of blood, and her armor's scraped up- and that's not even the worst of it. She's lying ON the worst of it, a ragged tear crossing down her back while her legendary armor parted like the fucking Red Sea.

You kneel down next to Estelle. Immediately, she tries to grin at you. Whether she's actually lucid or delirious is an open question. "We'll be fine," she whispers. "Just leave it to big sis. Gonna scratch out an Inn sign. Then we'll sleep an' heal up."

You're about to curse her for a goddamn fool for trying to be strong in the face of /dying horribly/, but Rokko cuts in. "D-Don't. You'll, g-glitch out."

The Dragon Warrior waves her free hand dismissively- which is to say she sort of twitches it. "Don't worry. I'll... delay it 'til we get to the next inn."

"W-Will. Lock you down for, a few d-days. At least."

You look back and forth between the prone swordswoman and robot, feeling more than a little left out. What? What are they talking about?

(Cont.)

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>>39146316
"J-Jury-rigging this, m-mini-fort as an inn," stutters Rokko, struggling back up onto an elbow. Her blonde hair falls across her face and a shoulder, but she's not really in a position to push it back. "G-Glitchy. Estelle will, catch the worst of it l-later."

"Better than dying /now/," Estelle manages to murmur, in good humor against all odds. "Dealt with my fair share of legendary glitches. Had a lot of them when I was first starting out, you know." A little of her energy seeps back in as she reminisces.

... Armok help you, it's like you're listening to two old fogeys talking on their deathbeds- not that you say this out loud. Does Rokko have any other suggestions...?

The Blue Bomber shakes her head. "N-Negative. Running on, empty. Burned through, weapons gauges. Still have i-internet."

"Then we'll heal up. Take out the monster. Keep on going," retorts Estelle, still scratching against the ground. You really can't help but notice she's writing with her own blood. "Into the legend..."

>CHOOSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING:
[A1] [YES INN] Allow Estelle to scratch out an Inn sign, converting your mini-fort into... well, into an illegal Dragon Quest-style inn and heal up. She'll have to deal with the consequences later, but it's her decision.
[A2] [NO INN] Do NOT allow Estelle to do this thing. You'll find another way, because letting big sis do something that'll half-sacrifice herself at a later date sounds like something that'll bite you in the ass.

>AND CHOOSE ONE FROM THE FOLLOWING:
[B1] [FORTIFICATIONS] Carve fortifications in the walls. Might as well finish off Momuz from the safety and comfort of your own little mini-fort, right?
[B2] [DIGGY DIGGY HOLE] Start carving an escape tunnel. You can't stay in here forEVER, or until the Forgotten Beast gets bored and limps away.
[B3] [LOCAL SOS] Send out a local distress call through Rokko and/or your phone. There are bound to be other adventurers in the area... maybe?
[B4] [WRITE-IN]

>>39146336
>[A2] [NO INN] Do NOT allow Estelle to do this thing. You'll find another way, because letting big sis do something that'll half-sacrifice herself at a later date sounds like something that'll bite you in the ass.
[B2] [DIGGY DIGGY HOLE] Start carving an escape tunnel. You can't stay in here forEVER, or until the Forgotten Beast gets bored and limps away.
time for a tactical readjustment aka retreat

>>39146336
[A1] [YES INN] Allow Estelle to scratch out an Inn sign, converting your mini-fort into... well, into an illegal Dragon Quest-style inn and heal up. She'll have to deal with the consequences later, but it's her decision.
[B1] [FORTIFICATIONS] Carve fortifications in the walls. Might as well finish off Momuz from the safety and comfort of your own little mini-fort, right?

>>39146336
>[A1]
>[B1]

Goddamn poor Estelle.

>>39146384
we'll regret it later but not dying take priority

Captch is saying Ative so even captcha agrees

>>39146336

I vaguely want to have Dwarven Medical Procedures happen. Just, you know, because.

They made a dwarf immortal once. Naught but bone and cotton candy.

>>39146159
>ss13
Weird problem with tables, constantly mutable, capable of throwing people across the room and prone to murder-fueled rampages or doing slipping people on space lube, then laughing as she melts their face or reverses their gender.

I can't imagine ss13 being a good guy. Even the good guys in ss13 are dicks.

>>39146336
>[A1]
Much as it pains me to admit it we still have the rest of the adventure to go through. And those consequences.

>[B1]
Sweet sweet exp.

>>39146336
>[A1] [YES INN] Allow Estelle to scratch out an Inn sign, converting your mini-fort into... well, into an illegal Dragon Quest-style inn and heal up. She'll have to deal with the consequences later, but it's her decision.
>[B1] [FORTIFICATIONS] Carve fortifications in the walls. Might as well finish off Momuz from the safety and comfort of your own little mini-fort, right?

>>39146336
How bad will the glitching be?

I mean I don't want to do it if there's a chance Estelle will die, but we are kind of low on options. If it's not too bad then I'm all for it, we take care of Estelle when she glitches out later if it'll save us now. We also might be able to help her out with out Bug Tracker/DFHack

>[B1] [FORTIFICATIONS] Carve fortifications in the walls. Might as well finish off Momuz from the safety and comfort of your own little mini-fort, right?
But definitely this, also we'll want to do the floors too, don't want that mistake happening again.

>>39146419
how would urist do it
hand estelle a bottle of drink as she does surgery with the liquid metal greaves and finishing up by stitching her together with our hair?

>>39146336
[A2]
[B1]
Lets be cheesy and clean up what we started!

>>39146419
Well Urist is no Diagnostician, and nothing else can happen before the fort's doctor has checked you.

>>39146477

Correction, she's a 0 skill diagnostician. Just gotta enable that labor.

>>39146336
>[A2] [NO INN] Do NOT allow Estelle to do this thing. You'll find another way, because letting big sis do something that'll half-sacrifice herself at a later date sounds like something that'll bite you in the ass.
>[B2] [DIGGY DIGGY HOLE] Start carving an escape tunnel. You can't stay in here forEVER, or until the Forgotten Beast gets bored and limps away.

No Estelle you may not sacrifice yourself for something this stupid, we are now enacting plan GTFO.

>>39146428
ss13 is a robot controlled by tiny people lord help you if the clown the operative or the traitor is in command

>>39146419
Urist sort of did help heal up Estelle! Although at her current level of skill (zero), all she was really able to do was stuff cloth on/around the wound to stop Estelle from bleeding out until she could magically heal herself into stability.

>>39146453
From what Urist can tell, Estelle won't DIE, and it'll most likely just mess her up for a few hours or days at a later point in time (basically, the next time they go to sleep in a normal place like normal people).

Of course, whether they can AFFORD to have Estelle conked out or whatever is a different matter entirely. Attempts at helping with Bug Tracker/DFHack are entirely possible, though.

>>39146510
Sorry, meant to say "from what Urist /currently knows/," as in what Estelle and Rokko told her.

>>39146510
Attempts at helping with Bug Tracker/DFHack are entirely possible, though.

welp we know what we must do

>>39146510
When we ever get our own fort, can we make our own "Robot" (Super fighting or not) with a melting dwarf and lots and lots of adamant thread?

>>39146510
>[A1] [YES INN] Allow Estelle to scratch out an Inn sign, converting your mini-fort into... well, into an illegal Dragon Quest-style inn and heal up. She'll have to deal with the consequences later, but it's her decision.
Let's do it then, long term planning is for suckers anyway. We'll let Big Sis do her thing and then we'll take care of her for sure later.

We should take a chance to scan her with Bug Tracker now so we can compare it to when she does glitch out.

>>39146554
wait for a fey mood to strike

>>39146526
Can urist ad hock some sort of inn and let estelle convert it with less negatives?

>>39146336
>[A2] [NO INN] Do NOT allow Estelle to do this thing. You'll find another way, because letting big sis do something that'll half-sacrifice herself at a later date sounds like something that'll bite you in the ass.
>[B2] [DIGGY DIGGY HOLE] Start carving an escape tunnel. You can't stay in here forEVER, or until the Forgotten Beast gets bored and limps away.

DO NOT CARVE FORTIFICATIONS, GIANT SPIDERS CAN SPIT WEB THROUGH THEM.

And imps can tunnel through floors now. So, yeah. Time to amscray.

>>39146554
Robots are... sort of beyond Urist's abilities, even during a fey mood!

>>39146574
Sadly, traditional JRPG inns don't really exist in DF; the only types of healing are 1) doctor-assisted and 2) naturally over (far too much) time. Besides, Estelle is sort of converting the mini-fort into an inn, in her own way.

>Blanc is off doing business with Vert
Shouldn't control of Lowee go to either Mina or Rom & Ram?

>>39146298
No, they can't.

>>39146298
What if by some cruel trick of nature only gameboy games turned out as boy adventurers?

>>39146641

should not be too much of a glitch

there is a history of inns in dragon quest, that are in dungeons.

>>39146298
But then who will be there to give Urist confusing and frustrating feelings that make her cheeks all red and sweaty, so she has to tie her braids around her face to hide it entirely?

>>39146704
Estelle?

>>39146704
NPCs can be boys

Well get a nice bearded liaison from Lowee when we set up our Fort

>>39146704
Rokko.

She was doing the naked apron in "our" dream.

Quick Urist, define a hospital zone! [i]->[h]

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Alright, gonna call the votes here:
>[X] [YES INN]
>[X] [FORTIFICATIONS]

And I'm also gonna call the thread here, I think! Next thread will be on TUESDAY, 4/7, at 9-ish pm EST! Updates will be at https://twitter.com/BlorpQuest, and questions can go either here or ask.fm/BlorpQuest.

Thanks a lot for your participation, and see you next time BUT WAIT, THERE'S SOME MORE STUFF ON THE WAY BECAUSE HA HA! TIME FOR MOJANG ORIGIN STORY POV THING.

(Continued for bonus scene(?) in about 15-20 minutes!)

>>39146852
Can our bug catcher work with others bugs at all? Wondering if it can help with Estelle. Maybe if we're involved with the bug? Or is it internal to us only?

>>39146852
>Thanks a lot for your participation, and see you next time BUT WAIT, THERE'S SOME MORE STUFF ON THE WAY BECAUSE HA HA! TIME FOR MOJANG ORIGIN STORY POV THING.
Super great, you da bes Blorp.

>>39146877
>>39146510
>Attempts at helping with Bug Tracker/DFHack are entirely possible, though.
So he says, might want to try and level up our skill a bit so we aren't completely shit when we need to help her.

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You are Mojang. You know with absolute certainty that you’re the moe personification of Minecraft. Right off the bat, you are aware that lightning bolts do strange things to your body, you can destroy things with your fists alone, and- perhaps just a little more importantly- you’ve got enough gunpowder stashed inside your body to blow up a small stone house.

Frankly, that’s a lot to take in all at once for someone who, for all intents and purposes, just popped into existence about three minutes ago.

Later, you’ll learn that the vast majority of adventurers appear in one of the four great nations of Gamindustri. Most of them will immediately form a deep attachment to their motherland and then join up with the International Adventurer’s Guild, where they’ll embark on dungeon runs for patriotic glory and personal empowerment. It’s a neat and tidy system so long as you don’t think too hard about it.

And then there are those who don’t feel an attachment to any of the nations and, instead of waking up in a calm environment full of civilization and other people, pop into existence in the twisted, chaotic wasteland that is the Gamindustri Graveyard, like you did.

The first few hours of your life pass in a blur, and they are far from your proudest moments. You’re still trying to sort through everything stuffed inside your brain- not only do you have scattered memories of infinitely mining through the ether and fairies sitting in books, but on top of that, existence is really, really scary. It’s already a sensory overload, and it’s absolutely terrifying.

(Cont.)

>>39147291
The sky above the Graveyard is a deep, swirling purple, and the clouds themselves seem swollen with fury; all around you are scattered electronics, rusted to uselessness save for computer monitors, fitfully flickering through shattered screens. Wires whip up around your unprotected calves, glass crunches underfoot, and there’s probably something stalking you, and there’s the sense that something is screaming in the background-

In hindsight, you’re not sure how you managed to stay sane. What you DO remember is a clear purpose- no, you can’t really call it anything other than an overriding need.

Find tree.

Punch tree.

Harvest wood.

And then do… what?

You don’t know. But you’re really, really interested in finding out.

You walk on through the wasteland like some sort of zombie, mumbling feverishly to yourself and stumbling like a drunkard. Eventually, the sky brightens up, and the landscape seems to change; the wires lashing at your calves grow more sporadic, and then stop altogether. Plants eventually replace the glass, first in fitful tufts of half-dead weeds and then progressing onto actual fields of grass, scattered with bushes and flowers. You’d be grateful for the shift in scenery if you’d actually had enough room in your mind to be grateful, but it all passes you by.

Somewhere in the mountains, closer to (what you would later learn to be) the sea bordering the Leanbox landmass than to Lastation, you finally find one. You find a tree.

You stand there swaying for a good few minutes, staring up in awe at its magnificence. It’s the first tree you’ve ever seen before in your life, but it’s exactly as you imagined it would look like: a thick trunk, brown bark, branches up above, and green leaves even further up. You could weep. In fact, you probably DO shed a few tears of happiness, because it’s the first thing you’ve seen that isn’t actively trying to kill you or drive you insane.

(Cont.)

>>39147307
The natural course of action, something you still hold onto even today, is to immediately start punching the tree. You get into a good rhythm, ignoring the pain in your knuckles; it doesn’t seem strange to your glitch mind that the tree isn’t dropping lumber, even though you also expect it to explode at any moment. This lasts until a voice interrupts you.

“Urist Twelfthbay cancels task: Interrupted by. By…”

You turn around and meet the first person you’ve ever seen in your life. With the benefit of hindsight, she’s really not much to look at: a scrawny wild-eyed girl far shorter than you, dressed in uncured animal hides streaked with blood, and clutching a wooden axe in one hand with a white-knuckled grip. Her other hand is clutching a handful of angrily buzzing bees, but as you have no frame of reference to determine whether this is normal or not, you sort of ignore it. There’s also the way she’s sort of tied her unkempt hair under and around her chin, like some child’s approximation of a beard.

Right now, you’re not much to look at yourself, so you don’t really judge.

The girl- Urist- trails off, peering closely at you. You stare right back at her, your brow furrowing a little as you try to figure this out. After a moment, your first words bubble out of your throat.

“What’s that in your hand?”

Urist blinks. She holds up her handful of bees, tilting her head curiously. That’s- well, okay, that IS something you wanted to ask, but…

“Your other hand.”

Her eyes light up in something approximating understanding, and then she speaks up in a clear high voice that’s actually sort of adorable. “It’s an a-“ Urist spits out an unprintable curse and clears her throat so hard that you’re afraid she’ll wreck her vocal chords. “An axe,” she finishes, her voice hoarser and deeper. “For cutting trees. Can’t punch trees.”

(Cont.)

>>39147330
I'm honestly surprised the punching didn't work for her. Maybe she just needs to figure out how to apply her physics?

>>39147330
You work this out, your fingers worrying at the sleeves of your green hoodie. “How did you make the axe in the first place?”

You watch, utterly fascinated, as Urist’s brain nearly breaks itself in half trying to work out what you'd later realize was a chicken-or-egg question, except about fifty times worse. When it’s clear she’s not going to reply, you decide to demonstrate- a few more punches causes the tree to explode in a shower of wooden blocks, which you promptly tuck away into your inventory as easily as instinct. “See? It’s not so hard- ow.” You move your knuckles to your mouth, tasting blood.

Somewhere in the depths of Urist’s eyes, a switch flicks on. “Recovering wounded,” she parrots, tucking her axe and bees into the recesses of her animal hide belt. Before you know what’s going on, she’s hefted you up above her head like a sack of potatoes, one hand at the small of your back and the other between your shoulder blades. “Recovering wounded!”

“H-Hey, wait-“

“Urist Twelfthbay cancels converse: Recovering wounded!”

“Put me down!”

“Urist Twelfthbay cancels converse: Recovering wounded!”

“Please stop referring to yourself in the third person!!”

“Urist Twelfthbay cancels converse: Recovering wounded!”

(Cont.)

>>39147409
Sounds like people born in the Graveyard aren't all that well put together.

>>39147416
You stop struggling after the third time she accidentally drops you, and you pretty much give up complaining after the thirtieth repetition. Back then, Urist wasn't much of a conversationalist- but then, you were both really, really glitchy back then. Really, it's a miracle either of you survived long enough to start adventuring in earnest!

Of course, at the time, you'd resigned yourself to being rendered into your component parts and/or used to repair her leather coat. That feeling only got stronger when you saw Urist's home, and strengthened about a millionfold when you realized that hole in the ground WAS, very literally, Urist's home.

That hole in the ground was her first mini-fortress, and the place where, thanks to your future senpai, you learned pretty much everything there is to know. And you're pretty sure that neither of you would've been fixed enough to function if you hadn't met each other.

... of course, at the time, all you could do was struggle and fall to the ground a /fourth/ time.

(To be continued?)

>>39147416

Very glitchy. Both of them.

>>39147453

Early minecraft was glitchy as fuck too.

>>39147416
Oh man, Urist was so much worst before

Aaaand that's the end of the extra scene for now! Except it's... really a hell of a lot longer than I anticipated it would be, so I'll most likely keep working at it next thread or so.

Hope you enjoyed that... well, that thing. Good night, all!

>>39147507
Bye bye Blorp, thanks for the thread.

See you next time

>>39147453
I wonder if the almost-dead PC goddess is buried in there. Wouldn't that be fucking awesome?

>>39147507
Thanks for running, blorp.

>>39147507
Who's she telling the story to?
Vert?

>>39147416

I remember once I had to watch two dwarves fight over who got to carry a wounded one once.

They all died

>>39147507
thanks for writing!

>>39147291
despair

>>39147330
>There’s also the way she’s sort of tied her unkempt hair under and around her chin, like some child’s approximation of a beard.
and even more despair

Dorffort is hard
>yay Adamantine
>Oh no Siege
>Oh no Forbidden beast
>Oh no I'm out of soap

>>39149044
>Oh no I'm OUT OF ALCOHOL
>Oh no I have a surplus of cats

>>39149078
On the bright side, my turkeys hatched

>>39145138
>>Crossbow firing: 19, 19, 21!
Kind of late but shouldn’t that be
>Crossbow firing: 21, 21, 21!

>>39144393
Late reply, but 40.19 had a bug with ranged weapons that gave crossbows, and all ranged weapons for that matter, a firerate comparable to modern machine guns

>>39150731
..Yeah it should have been. A legendary trips roll.

>>39147507
Yay,DORF QUEs...
fuck.
always late!

>>39152170
>firerate comparable to modern machine guns
>>39150731
>Crossbow firing: 21, 21, 21!
Welp.

>>39150731
>>39154016
Well we still did cripple that beast pretty thoroughly.

Haven't we hanged around the Basilicom enough to spot Rom and Ram? Urist or Blanc should've mentioned them by now.

>>39154771
We weren't actually there long, the most time was spent in the meeting room and the front hall, the only time Rom and Ram have shown up is when we played as Blanc for a bit.