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>>41856259
The eyes that stare at you push out from the throat of an obviously dead feral cat. Mandibles click menacingly at you before the thing vanishes back down beneath what is becoming a cloud of its winged brethren.

The fingernail sized insects immediately begin divebombing your mouth and nose and only become more aggressive as you swipe them away. In a state of desperation, you turn on your screecher box and the horrible nauseating sound seems to drive them off though you can hear thrashing in the water below. The swarm retreats to the washroom and you quickly close the door on them, praying that there are no windows.

It isn't long before the hole you fell through begins to repair itself. It seems like this monstrous insect is not only a capable burrower but can create some kind of quick-drying cement from its spit. The breach quickly seals itself off.

>go back upstairs, screecher box in hand to try and scare off the cats
>try and investigate the basement again, a little more carefully this time
>try and punch that hole back open with your wrangling stick and spray poison down there
>try and climb out one of the slim basement windows
>write-in

Catching up bump

>>41856344
Take your time. I only got home a little while ago and I need to update the char sheet. Incidentally your current loadout is:

>>trank gun
>>wrangling stick
>>10 trank darts
>>motion sensors
>>lighter
>>screecher box
>>poison sprayer

Oh, and you totally did wear the sprayer. Don't question it.

>>41856451
oh, and
>laser pointer
>half a bag of synthnip

>>41856291
>try and punch that hole back open with your wrangling stick and spray poison down there
>try and investigate the basement again, a little more carefully this time

>>41856478
>>41856451
>>41856344

And the CS is now up to date.

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>>41856291
>The eyes that stare at you push out from the throat of an obviously dead feral cat.
These insects sure do have a sense of fashion.


So nothing of interest in the washroom then?

>>try and investigate the basement again, a little more carefully this time

>>41856291
>>try and investigate the basement again, a little more carefully this time

I'm indifferent to poison, but fuck those things.

>>41856699
>Boy lover

Gets me every time. Also, sorry for being late.

>>41856737
>>41856704
>>41856694
>Investigate

You move a little more cautiously through the basement, careful to avoid the obvious cracks and depressions you now see in the floor. As before, you notice evidence of feline activity in the form of scattered bones from small animals but this time you are able to discern that the trail of evidence starts by the ajar basement windows (which lead to the front and back yards) and travels in the direction of the washroom, as do the depressions in the floor. You suspect that the cats were traveling to and from a mouth of the underground chamber you just fell into and that said mouth is probably in the washroom itself.

That said, the washroom is full of those insects that just attacked you and you are hesitant to go back in there without your hazmat suit.

>try and break that hole back open
>head back upstairs with your screecher box to ward off the cats
>try and slip out the windows into the front or backyard (beware, the windows are slim and you have a slight gut)
>write-in

>>41856906
>>head back upstairs with your screecher box to ward off the cats

gotta regroup. hazmat it up.

>>41856906
>>head back upstairs with your screecher box to ward off the cats

>>41856906
>head back upstairs with your screecher box to ward off the cats

>>41856948
>>41856943
>>41857003
>head upstairs with screecher box activated

Doesn't seem like there's much you can do here at the moment, you think, justifying your retreat. You keep the screecher box turned on and close to your chest as you circumnavigate around the least stable portions of the floor.

The sounds of the cats scratching at the door stops as you reach the top of the stairs though you discover that they haven't gone far as soon as you open the basement door.

Instead of fleeing into a dark corner as you might have expected from cats, they're prowling around you in a perfect 10 foot perimeter. You doubt they'll attack again unless you push them into a corner but you are certain that the intent behind their red-rimmed eyes is not good.

>just walk slowly towards the van
>fucking turbo rush yourself out of there
>head upstairs
>head to the kitchen

>>41857058
>>just walk slowly towards the van

>>41857058
>fucking turbo rush yourself out of there

>>41857058
>>head to the kitchen

>>41857058
>>just walk slowly towards the van
Toss some leftover synthnip if we still have some

>>41857058
>>just walk slowly towards the van

>>41857107
That's no good, it's poison, will draw aggro, and isn't even that attractive compared to the real catnip.

>>41857112
>>41857107
>>41857077

Careful.... You begin walking towards the front door, tossing leftover synthnip from your bag onto the floor to try and distract the cats.

You make it to the front door and then outside onto the lawn without a problem, and the cats don't follow you out of the building. You're relieved but a little disturbed by the fact that the cats completely ignored the synthnip you tossed down. Actually, you're pretty sure you saw one of the cats actively push it away, a far cry from the curiosity they exhibited towards it earlier.

>get equipment from your van

Your full inventory:

>wrangling stick
>8 trank darts*
>pepper spray
>vodka
>cocaine
>condoms
>trank gun
>motion sensors
>plastic explosive
>poison sprayer
>screecher box
>lighter
>hazmat suit
>laser pointer

Remember, you have 4 slots for large/medium items (anything approx. longer than a foot or heavier than 2 lbs). You have 4 additional slots for "small items" which can be stacked. not taking a large or medium item frees up two additional small items.

If in doubt, assume the item is small.

*2 were fired at the Persian cat in thread 8, almost forgot about them

>>41857256
How do wearables like the hazmat suit and the poison sprayer fit into that though.

Whatever. DON HAZ MAT SUIT. We're going bugspraying.

So we need.

>wrangling stick
>screecher box
>poison sprayer
>ligter
>laser pointer
>pepper spray
>trank darts

>>41857256
>Actually, you're pretty sure you saw one of the cats actively push it away, a far cry from the curiosity they exhibited towards it earlier.
Aww shit

>>41857332
I'll second it.

>>41857334
So they're also exhibiting some limited intelligence, or at least adaption? Spooky.

>>41857256
All of the cats that witnessed the original cat die from an allergic reaction to the synthnip were taken down.

They never alerted the cats upstairs, who remained entirely oblivious to the fact that a human was even in here until that large Persian yowled for them.

That is weird. If they had a method of syncing up information that is not yowling, they shouldn't have needed the Persian to call them down.

>>41857332
>How do wearables-

Don't worry about it. I'm still working on inventory management for this quest in an attempt to ensure you have the right-ish tools for the job in most circumstances without you becoming a walking tool shed.

>>41857368

It would make more sense if you knew the method of communication.

>>41857332
>>41857357

You keep most of what you're wearing and leave a few things behind. You also take out that pepper spray you got from the factory. The scoville rating looks high enough to be banned under the new Geneva conventions.

>go back inside, head upstairs
>back inside, back to the basement
>venture to the kitchen
>go around the back, try and enter through the rear
>write-in

>>41857527
>>venture to the kitchen

I wonder, if we can manage to seal all the windows shut and then turn on the screecher at the top of the house, we can drive them all into the basement.

>>41857527
>venture to the kitchen

>>41857527
>back inside, back to the basement

>>41857594
>>41857564
>venture towards the kitchen.

More confident than ever in your gear, you head back inside. The cats identify your approach immediately but continue their reluctance to trespass within the invisible 10 foot perimeter created by your screecher box.

You stroll unopposed into the kitchen and still more cats flee your approach, climbing out of the sink, falling out of cupboards, and diving off the fridge; anything to get away from you and your box. You note a gas stove and find some soap underneath the sink. The fridge is filled with spoiled food.

Onwards, to the:

>upstairs!
>basement!
>backyard!
>write-in!

>>41857701
>>backyard!
Have we not looked there yet?

>>41857701
>backyard!

I feel like we're going to need to torch this house sooner or later.

>>41857701
>backyard!

>>41857763
>>41857736
>Backyard shenanigans

You note that there is a screen door to the backyard not far from the kitchen. There isn't much screen left within the frame and you walk straight through it into a yard that is positively overgrown with grass. If you didn't have your screecher box on you, you'd have to be extremely wary of cats hiding in there...

Aside from the tall grass, the most interesting thing about this yard is the shed sitting in the far corner.

>cross the yard, check that shed
>go back inside, go upstairs
>go back inside, return to the basement
>write-in

>>41857883
>cross the yard, check that shed

Slow progress. We don't want to get mauled.

>>41857883
>>cross the yard, check that shed
There better not be a THIRD infestation of like, flying snakes or something.

>>41857883
>cross the yard, check that shed

Next thing you know we're gonna have fucking werewolves chillin' out there.

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>41857911
>>41857909
>>41857930

>cross the yard

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>>41857962
>Rolled 1 (1d3)

>rolling

>>41857962
well...shit

>>41857962
Starting to think we should requisition a machete. Something that can cut living things and tall grass and doors like HERE'S JOHNNY.

>>41857962

You continue your trend of caution as you edge across the backyard, trying to spot any cats that might be laying in wait for you. The grass rustles ominously at times but by the time you reach the shed, nothing has been brave enough to move on you.

The shed is thankfully unlocked and you get inside without a problem. What you find is glorious.

>1 weed whacker
>1 chainsaw
>1 lawn mower
>1 sledgehammer
>1 five gallon container of gasoline
>2 twenty five lb bags of fertilizer
>1 spray bottle of all natural pesticide

You can't take it all with you, but you can surely take at least one of the tools with you and the rest will always be available if you're willing to make the trip back to the shed...

What do you take, if anything?

>>41858059
>>1 five gallon container of gasoline
YESYESYES

>>41858059
>1 weed whacker

But bring the gas can and chainsaw to the back door just in case

>>41858059
>>1 weed whacker
We at least want to have a nice visible path from shed to house for when we carry all the other stuff home.

>>41858059
>1 sledgehammer

>>41858102
>>41858158
Weed Whacker
>>41858096
Gas
>>41858273
Sledge

Going to write for taking the weedwhacker but bringing the gas can and sledgehammer to the back door as well.

>>41858342
If we take anything too heavy the Pokemon in the tall grass will see someone encumbered and vulnerable to attack.

>>41858342

You check the level of gas in the weed whacker and prime it before giving it a test pull. The motor stutters at first but soon the 2 stroke is rumbling happily in your hands, seemingly eager to get started.

You carve a path through the grass to the backdoor with a width of about 5 feet. You rest the still running weed whacker by the back door and make two more trips to the shed to retrieve the gas can and the sledgehammer.

Where to now?
>upstairs
>basement

And what do you want to take?

>weed whacker
>gas can
>sledgehammer

Who is even the paying customer for this job if the crazy cat lady is missing?

They probably don't want us to just blow up the house with an ANFO IED right.

>>41858434
Upstairs, what were those cats hanging out in.

>>sledgehammer

>>41858434
>>upstairs
>sledgehammer

I'm ready.

>>41858434
>upstairs
>sledgehammer
crush that pussy good.

>>41858464
>>41858488

It's a slog but you grab the heavy sledgehammer and head upstairs with it.

At the top of the stairs is a hallway that leads to two separate bedrooms on either side of the house. There's also a door that leads to what you assume is the attic.

The only thing that's actually open is the door to the bedroom on the far side of the building. The lights don't seem to work on this floor but you don't need them to see the hundred or so cats sitting stock still in that room.

Watching.

>Nerves [7/12]

>stroll in with your screecher box... it's worked so far, right?
>turn the screecher box off and ready your pepper spray
>walk up to the doorway and ready your sledgehammer
>write-in

>>41858643
>turn the screecher box off and ready your pepper spray

THEY'VE ALREADY EVOLVED!

>>41858643
Uh. Can we.

Can we close that bedroom door.

>>41858643
I agree with >>41858677
No sudden moves. Try to close that fucking door.

>>41858696
Closing the door itself is a sudden move though.

The hinges probably swing INTO the room so you have to enter it to close it.

>>41858696
>>41858677
>close the door

>>41858674
>pepper spray

I'm going to add that the door does swing in and allow a moment for additional voices to contribute.

>>41858643
>>turn the screecher box off and ready your pepper spray
Revoking my vote for going near the door.

Come at me pussies.

>>41858812

You move slowly, hoping that your strategy of keeping a low kinetic profile will continue to serve you well. The cats continue to sit still, moving their heads only slightly to track you as you get closer. Finally, you get within a yard of the door. The cats shift forward, as though about to attack.

>Make three rolls of 3d6+1 to slam that door shut before the cats can reach you. Beat a 12 and you can use Nerves to boost.

Rolled 4, 2, 5 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)

>>41858934
We are constantly bleeding Nerves left and right on this damn mission, can we afford to boost?

>>41858958

Remember anon, Nerves are replenishable.

Rolled 1, 3, 4 + 1 = 9 (3d6 + 1)

>>41858934

Rolled 5, 6, 3 + 1 = 15 (3d6 + 1)

>>41858934

Rolled 1, 4, 5 + 1 = 11 (3d6 + 1)

>>41858934

>>41858977
We're going to get addicted to chill pills on this job.

>>41858958
>>41858985
>>41858997
not bad

>>41858997
>>41858985
>>41858958
>Success

You burst forward to pull the door shut but you're not quite fast enough to beat the leading two cats. They dart around the door and past you, taking up defensive positions in the middle of the hallway.

The third fastest cat also attempts to get by but you manage to catch it with a heavy kick and crush it against the wall.

You now turn to face your remaining adversaries with:

>sledgehammer
>wrangling stick
>trank gun
>pepper spray

>>41859064
>>sledgehammer

>>41859064
>>wrangling stick

>>41859064
>>sledgehammer
Okay fine just to try it out. Though we have absolutely no experience in hammer wielding.

>>41859200
>>41859106
>hammer time
>>41859135
>go with what we know

Writing for hammering.

>>41859246
As you stare down the cats, you feel the irresistible tug of sadistic rage. You're covered in scratches and bites and your uniform is shredded. Using your wrangling stick or the pepper spray might be logical in a cramped hallway against two highly agile foes but you don't feel very rational right now.

No, what you feel as you grip the long hammer haft is hate.

>Make three rolls of 3d6+1 to beat a 14. The +1 represents your boiling rage. Boost up to two times with STR/STA [12/12]

>>41859330
Damn impractical decisionmaking skills.

BOOST

Rolled 5, 3, 1 + 3 = 12 (3d6 + 3)

>>41859330

Rolled 1, 2, 6 + 1 = 10 (3d6 + 1)

>>41859330

Rolled 4, 4, 1 + 1 = 10 (3d6 + 1)

>>41859330
No boost.

>>41859389
>>41859375
>>41859371

>complete failure

No STR/STA will be consumed in this case, since none of your rolls could have been pushed high enough anyway.

Writing.

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Rolled 2, 2, 5 + 1 = 10 (3d6 + 1)

>>41859424

Rolled 9 (1d10)

>>41859424

You turn your screecher box off and make the first move, a vertical blow that lodges the sledgehammer deep in the floor. The two cats both go on the attack as you attempt to pull it free, tearing gashes in the right arm and left leg of your hazmat suit with their teeth.

You pull the hammer free and swat them off before attempting another killing blow, which slams into the wall without striking either cat.

One of them leaps up on the wooden railing that separates this "hallway" from the stairs. The damn cat dodges the heavy metal head of the hammer just before it shatters the wood.

You stumble forward a bit and the other cat leaps onto your chest. In your frantic attempt to get it off you before it ruins your suit even further, you lose your balance and fall through the demolished portion of the railing.

You hit the stairs nearly head on and tumble down to the bottom in a bruised, bloody and disorientated heap, your hammer beside you.

>Health- [5/10]

As you struggle to move, you see the cats creeping down the stairs towards you, looking to finish off their wounded prey.

>To the end I strike at you! (wield your sledge once more)
>try and get your wrangling stick out in time
>try and find your pepper spray in time
>see if you're in good enough condition to walk away

>>41859627
>>try and find your pepper spray in time
Goddammit.

>>41859627
>>try and find your pepper spray in time

Is this the end?

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>>41859627
>>To the end I strike at you! (wield your sledge once more)

>>41859627
>>To the end I strike at you! (wield your sledge once more)
[bloodwrath intensifies]

>>41859821
>>41859723
>doubledown on cat hate

>>41859694
>>41859672

>think of poor jeremy

Alright, post a 1 for hammer or a 2 for pepper spray.

2

>>41859867
1

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>41859867

>>41859867
2

well that didn't help.

not a single person voted the same way. one of those wasn't even a vote.

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>>41860013
>>41859934
>>41859931
>>41859924
>>41859890

Okay, I love you guys but I'm rolling for it.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>41860048

Ugh, it didn't roll.

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>>41860068

>>41860013
And the result was the exact same way.

>>41860068

Using the long haft of the hammer to get back to your feet, you watch the cats creep further and further down the stairs. It looks like they're going to try and leap down on you.

Lifting the hammer causes your back to scream but you push the pain beneath your bloodlust.

The cats leap in unison.

>3d6+1 to beat a 14, I highly recommend boosting twice.

Rolled 5, 5, 4 + 1 = 15 (3d6 + 1)

>>41860150
No boost, only WILL.

Rolled 6, 1, 1 + 1 = 9 (3d6 + 1)

>>41860150

Rolled 2, 5, 4 + 1 = 12 (3d6 + 1)

>>41860150
blood and thunder

Rolled 4, 4, 5 + 3 = 16 (3d6 + 3)

>>41860150
These damn cats.

>>41860179
>>41860205
>>41860247

These are good enough for a success if you boost.

I am sorely tempted to use >>41860250 since it came only a second late but I feel I should abide by the first three rolls.

>>41860150
It's a lot worse to lose health now than stamina, so yeah.

Dammit we're just gonna blow up everything here after this. ANFO bomb.

>>41860300
Fine, boost it up son.

>>41860300
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKPu79iXWFE

>>41860300

>[STR/STA] (10/12)

Back in America, you used to play baseball. It was your father's dream that you'd grow up to play in the MLB and pull your family out of the ghetto.

You always were desperate to fulfill that particular hope of his and when you failed at being a baseball player it was the spur that drove you to become a swindler. Anything for the money that would have him believe in you again.

Swinging a bat is nothing like swinging a sledge. The weight and balance of one is completely alien to the other. But those hours spent in the batting cage, draining away your allowance to become good enough for your dad, did teach you how to track with your eyes.

The iron sledge seems to link up with the skull of the first cat in slow motion, pushing it into its compatriot and towards the wall. The momentum of the swing carries it and both of your victims into the wall, which immediately gives way. It continues to crush both cats further and further in until you finally feel yourself hit a beam.

You let go, leaving the hammer in the wall. As you do so, your leg buckles beneath you and you fall to the ground in agony.

>turn on screecher box, crawl out and try to patch yourself up in the van.
>turn on screecher box, use your wrangling stick as a cane. You're not done here.
>fuck, turn the thing on and just sit here for a little while to assess your situation. That really hurt.

>>41860539
>>fuck, turn the thing on and just sit here for a little while to assess your situation. That really hurt.

>>41860539
>>fuck, turn the thing on and just sit here for a little while to assess your situation. That really hurt.

We don't know what's in the other rooms upstairs.

We may want to just asphyxiate the cats in the bedroom, or blow up the house, after burning out the insects with the gasoline.

Which would be easier if we had matches to light and toss onto the gasoline, instead of only a lighter. We'd need a fuse.

>>41860539
>>fuck, turn the thing on and just sit here for a little while to assess your situation. That really hurt.

>>41860615
>>41860601
>>41860561

What a way to make a living. The screecher makes you feel like puking at this point but it's small potatoes compared to the pain in your leg.

You're not feeling up to making a move yet, so you decide to review whats going on in this house. There's obviously some kind of giant cat-eating bug in the basement with a brood of tiny nosefuckers that probably want to eat your brain. You closed the door on them in the washroom, though how secure that actually is, you have no idea.

The cats in the house all seem to have some kind of infection or infestation that's making them way more coordinated and nastier than cats have any right to be. You hope you've bottled them up for the moment in that upstairs bedroom, where they're presumably guarding something.

As tempting as it is to play detective, you're starting to feel you should just close some of the windows in this place and turn on the gas stove in the kitchen. Or maybe douse the place in that gasoline you found in the shed.

You won't learn anything from doing that but you kind of feel like this whole affair has been a learning experience already.

>close windows and turn on the gas (blow building up)
>douse what you can in 5 gallons of gasoline (arson)
>go outside and patch up your leg before coming back in and giving this another try
>write-in

>>41860859
>>go outside and patch up your leg before coming back in and giving this another try

>>41860859
>>go outside and patch up your leg before coming back in and giving this another try

There's also the consideration of the scattered stray cats that might be elsewhere.

We still have

>>41860859
>>go outside and patch up your leg before coming back in and giving this another try

>>41860994
>>41860889
>>41860884
>patch it up, try again

Writing.

>>41861006

You have to get to your first aid kit in the van. You leave the sledgehammer where it lays and limp out of the building using your wrangling stick for support. Every step causes you discomfort.

In the sunlight, you get a sense of just how messed up you are. Your hazmat suit is ripped in multiple locations and you're covered in bites, scratches, and big black bruises. You apply first aid as best you can, putting Insta-Ice on your body to reduce swelling and injecting yourself with painkillers. You clean your vast new collection of lesions and cover them up until you run out of bandages.

>Health [7/10]

When it's all done, you can walk almost normally again.

What now?

>burn the place down
>blow it up
>try and bring the weedwhacker or chainsaw upstairs upstairs
>bring the weedwhacker, chainsaw, or lawnmower to the basement
>bring your gallon of gasoline somewhere (say where)
>write-in

>>41861154
>>burn the place down

>>41861154
>>burn the place down
We should retrieve some cat bodies at least.


And catch some insects in an empty jar.

Not be completely empty-handed in terms of specimens.

Is that defenestrated Persian still alive?

>>41861154
>>burn the place down

>>41861154
>>burn the place down
Though snag a few specimens, and make it look like an accident,

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>>41861191
>>41861172
>>41861241
Walking over to where the bedroom window looks out onto the front yard, you find the persian you chucked through the window earlier. It's still breathing and sedated, so you drag it back to your van and put it in the back.

Now there's nothing more that you feel can be done here. It's time to burn it all down. You circumnavigate the house to reach the backyard and pick up your container of gas, pulling off the safety valve so you can pour it freely through the house. You are tempted, as you sprinkle gas through the basement, to try and capture some of those insects that attacked you earlier, but you are concerned that your compromised hazmat suit might offer an opportunity for infestation.

With the last of the gas you create a trail to the front door which you create a fuse to use some torn up curtain strips. The strips themselves don't burn very well, but they burn well enough.

Now it's time to leave before the dousers get here.You don't feel well enough to drive, so you decide to go automatic this time. But where exactly do you want to go?

>straight to GEC HQ
>Local Medcorp Hospital
>Medical supply store and a pharmacy, try to fix yourself

>>41861154
Fill a pot with Gasoline and put it on the Stove. then pour the rest of the gas out around the house.

>>41861410
>>Medical supply store and a pharmacy, try to fix yourself

>>41861410
>>straight to GEC HQ
Beg on site scientists to treat us.

>>41861410
>>straight to GEC HQ
Let's at least look in on Jeremy before the day ends.

He's in worse straits than we are.

>>41861443
>DIY medicine

>>41861450
>>41861479

>go where everyone knows our name

GEC HQ it is. Writing.

Really, we have to read the full mission BEFORE we talk to silver pete and pick a loadout. We didn't know there would be 50+ (over a hundred, it turned out) cats.

>>41861583
Let's at least steal the all-natural pesticide and chainsaw.

Fertilizer would be nice for future bombings too.

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>>41861583

Intelligent driving AI or no, you're sure you could have done a better job of avoiding potholes than your van just did.

You let yourself out by the elevators, while your van motors down towards the unloading dock. You wonder what the scientists will make of your kitty.

Actually, maybe scientists can help you right now. You get in the elevator and take it down to the labs. Once you get past decon, you draw the attention of every scientist in the dissection room.

"Please, help me."

There's murmuring as the scientists talk to one another. Maybe it's the painkillers but their faces all seem a little blurry. Is that Clarissa?

Why is everyone staring? The pain flares back up in your leg and the world spins out from under you.

>End Thread

>>41861712
Fuck.

>>41861623
I wonder if a few months down the line there's report of a piromaniac setting the town ablaze and a decrease in the weird animals/insects thanks to the fires.

>>41861712

That's it for tonight guys. I'd drag it longer but I was tired way back when the thread got started, so I'm pretty worn out now.

I'm going to archive this, drink something warm and decaf, and then stick around maybe 20-30 minutes to answer questions before I sleep.

>>41861758
Thanks man, see you next time.

>>41861786
Thank you actually. This thread and the last one were both pretty fun to run.

Quest is archived, as always, here:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=exterminator+quest

And if anyone somehow missed it in the opening post, my QM twitter handle is >@QMsimmons

>>41861712
See, every day of work we finish we're never in any good shape at the end of it.

>>41862023

I was pretty convinced you guys would be a-okay after I gave you a weedwhacker and a chainsaw. The sledgehammer... well, I didn't really expect you to go after the cats with it.

As always though, you survived. And I do enjoy watching players go to the brink and back.