You arrive in this world with a thunderclap, the first impact of a long wave of force slapping you into consciousness before passing through your flesh, your heart, and your bones.

The first thing you see is darkness, your first taste a slightly soured gel in your mouth and nose. Then the following appears before you, though you hardly understand what it means:

>Life Support Connection Lost.
>Attempting to re-establish connection...
>Connection failed. Life support disconnected or offline.
>Emergency Protocol Initiated.

You feel pain for the first time as something pulls away and out of your face, ripping away skin in a neat outline around your eyes, nose, and mouth. Your first instinct is to flail in agony but you find that your limbs are bound and you settle for forcing your eyes open.

The world is fuzzy and blue and for a moment you assume this is the natural state of things until you feel a strong sucking sensation near your feet and the blue begins to fall away. When it lowers past your ears you hear the gasping of an enormous drain beneath you and soon you can see reality for what it is: black, white, and red.
[1/2]

>>42388264
The black and white are most immediate. You are inside or were inside some sort of pristine complex, with smooth white surfaces above, below, and on your right. A single black screen protrudes inviting from the wall immediately in front of you, though you cannot approach it due to the restraints on your limbs.

On your left is only black and red; the "complex' terminates immediately into a massive pit of smoldering ash with no other obvious exits.

A transparent surface you were barely aware of falls away and to the floor. Your restraints release and drop you inelegantly on top of it, naked and covered in glop. Huddled in the fetal position on the ground, you can finally see up and out of the massive crater you've been born into. The rim is far above you and steep, though the way down graduates into what might be a traversable slope and you can see at least one tunnel down below that has been neatly exposed by whatever created this crater.

Above the rim are enormous structures of what you intuitively recognize as glass and steel, reaching up into a backdrop of blue smeared with white and gray.

You stand up, uncertain of your body. You can read the words on the panel in front of you, though you are unsure how.

**DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETE**
-Touch for results.-

>touch the panel
>examine your vat
>look outside and try to climb up the rim of the crater
>try and descend to the bottom of the crater on foot
>try to descend to the bottom of the crater by sliding down on the hatch of your birthing vat

>>42388297
>touch the panel

>>42388297
>touch the panel

>>42388297
>touch the panel

>>42388363
>>42388450
>>42388491
You reach out with your somewhat slimy hand and smudge the screen. The following appears:

Automated Emergency Diagnostic Results:
2% of facility remains intact.
Quantum distress signal dispatched.
CPU retains 7% processing power.
Maintenance and repair facilities are offline.
Clone Bay Status:
Vat 1: Offline
Vat 2: Offline
Vat 3: Offline
Vat 4: Offline
Vat 5: Offline
Vat 6: Offline
Vat 7: Offline
Vat 8: Offline
Vat 9: Online

Vat 9 Status:

Emergency protocol executed. Catechumen-level clone released. Unable to replenish life support systems, automatic generation process is aborted until facility is restored.


"Catechumen-level clone" must be you, you realize. The panel offers no further prompts but you wish it could explain more about your purpose...

>try and walk to the bottom of the crater
>try and slide to the bottom of the crater
>try and climb to the rim of the crater
>assess your pod

>>42388517
>assess your pod

>>42388517
>try and walk to the bottom of the crater

>>42388517
>assess your pod

>>42388517
>assess your pod

>>42388517
>try and slide to the bottom of the crater

>>42388549
>pod assessment


The pod is large and ovoid, substantially larger than yourself. You can see the restraints that suspended you in the fluid and the apparatus that covered your face, though the latter has lifted itself up beyond reach to a small recess at the top of the pod.

You note at the top of the pod is a tube that extends into what was the ceiling of this room and presumably what pumped life-support fluid into your pod until the facility was annihilated. Naturally there is a grate at the bottom of the pod as well for the fluid to drain through but it appears to be impossible to remove.

In the very back of the tank is an extremely sharp metal needle, about a foot in length. Feeling around your lower back you locate a metal jack that it presumably plugged into...

>try and walk to the bottom of the crater
>try and slide to the bottom of the crater
>try and climb to the rim of the crater
>try and dislodge or break off the needle

>>42388517
>>assess your pod

>>42388666
>>try and dislodge or break off the needle

>>42388666
>try and dislodge or break off the needle
It would make for a nive improvized weapon

>>42388666
>try and dislodge or break off the needle

>>42388666
>try and dislodge or break off the needle

>>42388666
>>try and dislodge or break off the needle

>>42388675
>>42388679
>>42388694
>>42388696
>>42388732
>You do your best to get a firm grasp on the base of the needle and attempt to pull it free or at least break off a substantial piece...

Now is a good time to explain the rolling rules. Succeeding in uncertain circumstances is determined by rolling d20s with relevant modifiers against unknown DCs. DCs can be revealed or estimated by the protagonist simply by investigating whatever it is he is going to do before he does it with a separate check against another unknown DC. These checks are almost always much easier than the actual feat.

Each player should roll 1d20 per post and I will use whatever the highest multiple of 3 is under the total number of posts. So 3 rolls is enough, but you can also roll 6 times, 9 times, or even 12 times. The requirement for success will always be 2/3 of the rolls passing but the degree of success will increase if there are more rolls posted.

So, roll me d20+4! I'll call it when I think you're all done.

Rolled 7 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42388805

Rolled 17 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42388805

Rolled 12 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42388805

Rolled 16 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42388805

>>42388805
what the actual fuck are these rules

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42388805

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>42388805

>>42388871
Strange and I don't get why they are being used

>>42388879
>>42388866
>>42388861
>>42388842
>>42388835
Passing Rolls!
>>42388922
Failing roll...

>Great success!

Writing..

>>42388897
>>42388871

It's confusingly worded but basically if 2/3 of the rolls made pass, you succeed. More rolls mean better results.

>>42388948

But how will you discourage samefagging? I could just spam dice rolls until we got a favorable result.

>>42388948

With a little bit of twisting and bending you're able to loosen and then free the full length of the spike from the wall! There's an additional bit of wiring and metal at the bottom which might serve as a very primitive hilt, though you won't win any sword fights with it.

Without anywhere to store it you temporarily lay it down on the ground while you ponder your next move.

>use the glass panel from the pod to slide down the crater
>walk down to the bottom of the crater
>try and climb to the rim of the crater

>>42389001
Slide.

>>42389001
>try and climb to the rim of the crater

>>42389001
>use the glass panel from the pod to slide down the crater

>>42388976
If I feel substantial samefagging is occurring, I will cap the rolls at a lower multiple of three which may or may not be favorable to the players.

I'm not too worried.

>>42389001
>try and climb to the rim of the crater

Up is best.

>>42389001
>use the glass panel from the pod to slide down the crater

>>42389032
>>42389016
>take me up

>>42389021
>>42389012
>>42389176
>slide me down

Calling it for sliding. Finishing up the text for it.

>>42389001
>slide like a kid in a water park

>>42389201
You place the transparent "door" to the pod on the edge of the drop towards the bottom of the crater and sit yourself down in it. A good-sized tunnel is visible at the bottom and you decide that reaching it will be your goal.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, grip either side of the door with your hands (your needle tightly held in your right), and push off!

The drop is way steeper than you thought! Your eyes water as the makeshift sled flies down the ashen slopes, narrowly avoiding protruding rocks and pipes.

Through some great and unknown providence you reach the bottom intact. You try in vain to calm your frantically beating heart and wander over in a state of shock to examine the tunnel.

It's about 15 meters wide and split into two sections by a series of columns that lead into the darkness. There's some recent graffiti inside indicating recent habitation and it appears to be completely filthy though you can't criticize much, as ashes have completely coated your slightly sticky nude body.

>go inside
>scavenge the nearby area
>take one last look at the area around the rim of the crater, the view is a little better here

>>42389367
>take one last look at the area around the rim of the crater, the view is a little better here

>>42389367
>take one last look at the area around the rim of the crater, the view is a little better here

>>42389367
>scavenge the nearby area

>>42389367
So how do we actually look
swear to god if its a dickgirl

>>42389424
>>42389389
>look around

>>42389426
scavenge

Looking it is.

>>42389517
It doesn't seem like you'll see the surface world for a while, so you decide to see what you can from the bottom of the crater. All around you are the impressively tall structures of glass and steel that you noticed before but this time you can see that the vast majority of them are in horrendous shape. Almost all of them have broken panels and a few have partially collapsed or bent over like old men. You're not sure why you know that old men tend to bend over.

Around the nearest parts of the rim you can see shapes moving. None of them seem to linger for very long and you wonder if they are avoiding something.

Still higher you- AUGH. Something in the blue-whiteness above is bright enough to pain your eyes. A word comes to you unbidden. Perhaps this is... the sun?

>scavenge the bottom of the crater
>head into the tunnel

>>42389537
OLD MEN
>scavenge
>regret the loss of our needle-sword

>>42389537
>scavenge the bottom of the crater

>>42389537
>>scavenge the bottom of the crater

>>42389571
When did we lose it?

>>42389537
>>scavenge the bottom of the crater
At least something to cover the dangly bits

>>42389622
Ayy, I missed the text in brackets.

>>42389627
>>42389603
>>42389601
>>42389571
>scavenge

The bottom of the crater is filled with bits of debris that have fallen from higher up in the pit. It's quite a soggy and foul smelling area as well, as some of the pipes severed by whatever created this explosion have emptied their contents here. You find two loose pipes, many good sized rocks, and a piece of glass.

Unlike the glass of your pod, this is reflective and you catch your first distorted glimpse of yourself in it. You appear to be an entirely hairless male human or humanoid. The color of your skin, which you noticed back up by your pod before you were covered in ash, is a very light brown.

You rub your ashy chin in admiration of your good looks.

>take something which you've found (you are currently holding your needle in one hand and you can carry one more item from prompt or drop the needle and take two)
>forget it, lets head down that scary tunnel

>>42389679
>forget it, lets head down that scary tunnel

>>42389679
>take something which you've found (Rock)

>>42389679
>take rock
then
>head into spooky tunnel
Good rocks come in handy

>>42389708
>>42389709
>>42389758
>take rock, head down tunnel

You decide to take one of the better looking rocks with you. Clutching both it and your needle, you walk up to and into the tunnel and quickly start to regret your decision. It's pitch dark once you get only a little ways in and there's no telling how far the tunnel goes. Still, it's not like you can go back up to the rim of the crater at this point.

You walk until the light of the entrance way becomes a distant pinprick. You can hear the rustling noises of small vermin and shudder involuntarily. This is super gross.

Eventually the two sides of the tunnel, which you could previously move between if you wanted to, seem to diverge in the darkness. Figuring that you would have no way of knowing if one direction was better or worse than the other anyway, you head down the tunnel on the left and hope for the best.

You've only been living a little while but you get the sense that time distorts down here in total darkness. You walk for what seems like hours, inventing your very own expletives as you bang into walls and stumble on unseen obstacles.

Through sheer dumb luck you finally come across something actually useful after smacking face first into a wall for the umpteenth time. Reeling backwards, your foot comes down on something slimy and crushes it, causing you to fall. As you search for the right words to describe all this, you notice that your foot is glowing just enough to illuminate the area around it a little bit. Whatever you just crushed has glowing guts.

>roll your rock in its remains
>roll your needle in its remains
>coat your body in it, become a glowing god
>keep walking without light

>>42389969
>coat your body in it, become a glowing god

"I am the glow worm now."

>>42389969
>roll your needle in its remains
Might poison someone if we have to stab them too

>>42389969
>roll your needle in its remains

>>42389969
>coat your body in it, become a glowing god

>>42390023
>>42390061

>weaponized bioluminescence

>>42390005
>>42390144

>I am one with the creepy crawlies

Finishing up text for both, waiting on a tiebreaker (or I'll roll to break it)

>>42390166
Glowing god then

>>42389969
>coat your body in it, become a glowing god

Breaking

>>42390192

Glowing god it is.

>weaponized bioluminescence

>>42390203

You smear the crushed animal all over your body, drawing elaborate designs on your face and limbs. This is the most fun you've had in your entire life!

Your newly illuminated form is bright enough to cast light in a perimeter that extends approximately one meter in every direction.

Now that you have the advantage of a light source you can see that the creature you just crushed was hardly the only one of it's kind. It's brown, ciliated compatriots are all over the walls around you, even clinging to the ceiling. After some thought, you decide to name these ubiquitous creatures Hairy Glowslimes until someone tells you otherwise.

Now in a substantially better mood, you proceed down the tunnel with relative ease. In fact, you're so pleased with your discovery that you barely notice when the concrete gives way to a slightly spongier substance...

You soon find yourself in a slightly more open part of the tunnel. There appears to be some sort of platform extending out towards the area where you are walking but you notice it is covered with a strangely leathery substance.

>climb up onto the platform
>continue down the tunnel
>grab the nearest hairy glowslime and throw it up onto the platform

>>42390276
>grab the nearest hairy glowslime and throw it up onto the platform
We have reinvented lab animals

>>42390276
>grab the nearest hairy glowslime and throw it up onto the platform

"I am your god, now go make sure that shit doesn't kill me somehow."

>>42390276
>grab the nearest hairy glowslime and throw it up onto the platform
your noble sacrifice will not be forgotten, glowslime

>>42390308
>>42390303
>>42390350

>glowslime toss

You snatch the nearest one of your new friends from the wall and hurl it up onto the darkness of the platform, where it lands wetly.

For a few seconds it appears all is well and you start to pull yourself up onto the platform when you are startled by a shockingly loud crack. The glowslime explodes into bioluminescent goo where it landed and a mysterious rope-like appendage (probably the one that killed your friend and made that noise) undulates gently in the darkness, only visible thanks to the glowing viscera of the hairy glowslime that clings to it.

>uh, throw some more glowslimes up there
>throw your rock up there, see if it attacks that
>forget this, I'm heading further down this sweet tunnel

>>42390350
>>42390308
>>42390303
If we fill a series of deep holes with these things will it be the

H.G. Wells?

>>42390389
>forget this, I'm heading further down this sweet tunnel
NOPE

>>42390389
>forget this, I'm heading further down this sweet tunnel

Tentacle whip of doom, no thank you.

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>>42390400

pic related

>>42390389
>forget this, I'm heading further down this sweet tunnel

>>42390415
>>42390432
>>42390483
>sweet, sweet tunnel of love

Halfway done with it.

>>42390400
Perfect.

>>42390547
Well, you think, that was a valuable lesson on the necessity of experimentation. Besides, you're perfectly content to further delve into this magnificent tunnel and make your mark as the greatest of spelunking clone explorers.

Further down, the spongy substance returns to concrete and you feel a great deal safer. As you progress you notice more and more recent graffiti, a great deal more crude and unintelligible than the older stuff you saw near the entrance. Actually, you're pretty sure it's not even in English though you can easily puzzle out the meaning from a few of the more graphic ones:

"Stay away from the giant whip monster past these signs"

Solid advice.

You start to think you can see things moving in the darkness just outside the outermost edge of your light. Every so often, you see or imagine you see fist-size eyes catch the slightest bit of the green shine from your body.

>call out, see if anyone responds
>wave your weapons menacingly and keep walking
>stand still, wait to see if something approaches you

>>42390614
>call out, see if anyone responds
ready our needle

>>42390614
>call out, see if anyone responds

"I am the god of hairy glowslimes, and you will heed my call!"

>>42390614
>wave your weapons menacingly and keep walking

>>42390614
>call out, see if anyone responds

>>42390671
>>42390639
>>42390786

>call out

>>42390684
>weapons

Calling out wins.

>>42390796
"Is anyone there? Show yourself!"

Your words come out louder than you expect after so long wandering in these quiet tunnels. There is a sound like flapping wings and your muscles relax as you get the sense that you are very much alone again.

The feeling doesn't last long though. The first ramshackle pole with bits of cloth and trash stuck to it seemed almost like a fluke but by the time you pass your fifth, the design has evolved into a sort of trash... trash... thing with "culture". You get the sense that you should know the word for something so obviously and deliberately crafted but it inexplicably refuses to come to you.

Still, your fears are confirmed when you arrive at another open platform much like the one inhabited by the rope monster. This one not only has neatly stacked girders leading up to it but it is covered in shanty huts.

Everything is silent but you see at least one pair of huge eyes staring at you from within one of the dwellings, waiting for you to make your next move.

>declare yourself the hairy glowslime god
>move through the village, weapons bared
>simply hold still and wait for them to make their move instead
>pass through, keep on trucking down the tunnel. It has to end somewhere right?

>>42390812
>move through the village, weapons bared

>>42390812
>declare yourself the hairy glowslime god

"Respect the slime king."

>>42390812
>declare yourself the hairy glowslime god

>>42390812
>declare yourself the hairy glowslime god

We're already covered in glowing goo, anyway. Might as well really try to sell it.

>>42390912
>>42390857
>>42390971

>Declare thineself lord of glowing slimes

>>42390844
>get tactical

Looks like you're declaring yourself lord of the slimes.

>>42390989
"Behold! I am lord of the glowslimes which so voluminously inhabit this tunnel!"

You raise your arms and display the patterns you drew on yourself earlier. There is chittering, which probably translates as laughter among these creatures but at least your display is entertaining to draw them a bit closer to you so that you can at least judge their numbers and individual size.

There are many of them but most seem to barely rise higher than your knees. A few are as tall as your hip and these seem to be the leaders, as at least one of them stands among every group of five and always in the middle.

"You no gawd," says one of them, stepping forward at last. It spits on the ground and front of you and grins. Both its teeth and the spit glow like the hairy glowslimes. Surely they can't be...

>"Of course I am a god! Now, take me to the surface, I must ascend!"
>"I am who I am. But what are you?"
>"Maybe not. But what else is there to worship in this dismal place?"
>"I can't believe you would eat my sacred animal, heathen."
>"I don't have time for this. Do you know the way out of these tunnels?"

>>42391119
>"Of course I am a god! Now, take me to the surface, I must ascend!"

>>42391119
>"I am who I am. But what are you?"
Yes vaguely wise sounding cryptic answers are appropriate for a god

>>42391142
>"I am who I am. But what are you?"

I agree with this guy, gotta make up some riddles for when you need em.

>>42391119
>"Maybe not. But what else is there to worship in this dismal place?"

>>42391119
>"I don't have time for this. Do you know the way out of these tunnels?"

>>42391142
>>42391160
>samiamgreeneggsandham

>>42391140
>Take me up to paradise city!

>>42391163
>take what you can get for divinity, stupid subterraneans

>>42391182
>I'm in a hurry

Calling it for "I am who I am"

>>42391197

You try and do your best impression of authority, whatever that is.

"I am as I say I am, and you are the first to ever dare contradict my rule. Who are you to challenge me so?"

More chittering, a little more nervously this time. The leader who challenged you seems uncowed however, and answers your question with defiance in his bulging eyes.

"We Rag People. Own tunnels sinz oldest times."

Some of the smaller Rag People coo respectfully at the mention of the oldest times but the leader whirls around to chastise them.

"Shut up wives! No time ferza stories."

"Stories?" you inquire.

'Yah, za stories." he says. His words slur together uncomfortably as he talks, like he is constantly inebriated. Maybe there really is something in the hairy glowslimes...

>"I would hear the stories of your ancient and noble people."
>"Your tales are of no use to me. Tell me of the world above this place for I seek to spread the glory of the glowslimes there."
>"Do your stories ever tell of an outsider covered in ash and slime who will lead your people to glory?"

>>42391309
>Other: Impress them with your storytelling splendor spin them a yarn about the glories of shining cities of steel and glass, of the surface world that was where men were gods of science and lightning!

>>42391309
>"Do your stories ever tell of an outsider covered in ash and slime who will lead your people to glory?"

>>42391342
Just to clarify write-in policy:

I'll usually accept reasonable write-ins like this that receive sufficient support. Crazy stuff is another story.

Also, since things have slowed down a lot I might conclude the thread soon and resume later this week.

>>42391309
>"Do your stories ever tell of an outsider covered in ash and slime who will lead your people to glory?"

>>42391309

>Ignore the head honchos and ask the ladies what the stories are all about.

>>42391360
>>42391415

>the outsider

>>42391457

>ask about stories

>>42391342

>tell your own stories!

Looks like you're playing an outsider god.

>>42391510
"Surely your stories include prophecy of a strange outsider garbed only in ash and slime who will lead you to the Promised Land?"

The Rag People shoot glances between each other, uncertain of how to respond.

"...N-no?" says the Leader.

"You mean your village ignored the signs? Where is my divine mouthpiece? What have you done with him?"

"Yur deevin mouhpeece?"

"Yes! What have you done with it!"

There is a flapping noise again as the Rag People move frantically. For a moment you think they're going to attack you but are surprised to see them desperately searching through piles of trash. Finally, one of them screeches with triumph and holds aloft in a clawed hand what appears in the dim light to be a useless hunk of plastic. The others cease their hunting and he brings it swiftly to you, laying it at your feet.

"Yer deevine mouhpeece, lord!"

You pick up the item and examine it, surprisingly yourself by flipping it open. Even more amazingly, a tiny screen inside comes to life accompanied by a jingling tune. The rag people murmur amongst themselves. A few of the smaller ones begin to coo again before the large ones shush them once more.

"Pacifica Technology," declares the device as it displays a rather placid looking splash screen, "Bringing you to a better place."

The boot sequence (you don't know how or why you know what that is) finally completes and dumps you on main menu with the words "NO SIGNAL" plastered across the top but not before you capitalize on what's just happened.

"You see! A better place! I am truly meant to guide you!"

There is no stopping the cooing this time. It's actually kind of pleasant sounding.

>"Now, we must go to the surface!"
>"You must offer unto me your finest goods and equipment so that I may go ahead of you and pave the way for your shining destiny."
>"Bow, all of you!"
>write-in

>>42391636
>"Now, we must go to the surface!"

I knew getting a posse would be a killer idea. Let's go see if we can find the sun.

>>42391636
>"Bow, all of you!"
muahahaha

>>42391636
>"Now, we must go to the surface!"

>>42391676
>>42391668
>the surface!

>>42391673
>bow before me!

Combining and writing.

>>42391698

"Now, kneel! Kneel before your savior! When you rise it will be time for you, the Rag People, to return onto the surface world whereupon you once dwelled!"

The Rag People obey and, upon rising, immediately run to their various shanty huts. Once again there frantic searching as the Rag People equip themselves for a perilous journey. When they return to you they are even more wrapped up than they were before, with long strips of cloth binding back even their faces. Many wield long pieces of sharp glass that they have tied to the end of sticks and a few of the larger ones opt to carry metal pipes.

One of the small one offers up to you a tattered, paper-thin jacket. It doesn't keep you very warm but the pockets are large enough to at least house your precious rock and free up one of your hands.

"To the next station!" they cry.

>"The next station? The way to salvation is surely nearer than that."
>"Yes, we must bring the mercy of the Glowslime to our neighbors!"
>"Actually, the way to salvation lies through the giant whip monster!"

>>42391797
>"Yes, we must bring the mercy of the Glowslime to our neighbors!"
What is a god without followers?

>>42391797
>"Actually, the way to salvation lies through the giant whip monster!"
If these losers were ever right about anything they wouldn't be down here getting high off their food.
...
...
Actually they have it pretty good.
>"Yes, we must bring the mercy of the Glowslime to our neighbors!"

>>42391797
>"Yes, we must bring the mercy of the Glowslime to our neighbors!"

SUBTERRANEAN RACE WAR NOW

>>42391797
>Actually, we must first touch the surface to properly revive the mouthpiece to power.

>>42391840
>>42391810
>>42391864

>We must spread the divine word!

>>42391867

>The surface will bring about the full power of the mighty mouthpiece!

Combining.

>>42391890
"People of Rags," you say, addressing your energized crowd of followers, "When we reach the surface, the divine mouthpiece will reveal its true and holy power to you. It will glow with the light of a thousand glowslimes and conquer the bloated ball of flame the surface worlders call the sun!"

"Yahhhhh!" comes the resounding response.

You take off at a brisk pace down the tunnel at the head of a mob of fanatical Rag People. It's a bit darker now that your new windbreaker is covering up much of your personal glow but the Rag People seem to have no trouble at all navigating down here. You march without incident for about 20 minutes until the leader finally gestures for everyone to come to a halt, nearly getting trampled in the process.

In the distance you can see why it decided to make you stop. Three medium sized figures have gathered around a fire on the platform up ahead.

"Neyboors." whispers the leader of your Rag People,its voice dripping with hate.

>"Chosen one, take half of your followers and sneak quietly around the other side of their camp. I will take the other half and we attack in unison when I bare my glowing chest."
>"Chosen one, you must lure one of them out into the darkness where we may ambush him."
>"Charge!" (lead from the front)
>"Charge!" (Lead from the back)
>call out to the campers, maybe they're friendly

>>42391975
>"Chosen one, you must lure one of them out into the darkness where we may ambush him."

>>42391975
>"Chosen one, you must lure one of them out into the darkness where we may ambush him."

>>42391975
>"Charge!" (lead from the front)

LEAD THE VANGUARD

>>42392000
>>42391985
>divide and conquer

"Chosen One," you whisper to the leader, "You must go and lure one of the neighbors away from their camp so that we may fall upon them in the darkness."

Your new Chosen One nods dutifully and vanishes into the darkness. A few moments later an oddly intimidating clacking sound echoes through the darkness, coming from the end of the camp opposite to you.

You can see the campers freeze at the noise.

"What was that?"
'Don't know. There's lots of stuff living down here in the tunnels."
"Like what?"
"Like boulder bugs and ripjaws."

Your Chosen One makes the sound again and one of the campers stands up, a long barreled tool of some sort in his hands. Your mob creeps ever closer to the camp.

"I don't like it."
"Don't be an idiot, Don."
"I don't. We can't be sure whats out there."

Your Chosen One makes the sound again but this time the paranoid camper levels his device in the direction of the sound and lets loose with a booming noise that echoes throughout the tunnel. The flash from the weapon temporarily reveals the surrounding area and you can clearly see your Chosen One's chest burst open, two rocks still in its hands. For a moment you fear you've been seen again but the campers abandon their fire and run in the direction of the fallen Chosen One to investigate it instead.

>"Now's the time! Charge!" (Lead from the front)
>"Everyone! Charge!" (Lead from the back)
>"Quickly! Try to throw debris on the fire before they can stop us!"

>>42392130
>"Now's the time! Charge!" (Lead from the front)

NEEDLE A FOOL

>>42392130
>"Now's the time! Charge!" (Lead from the front)

>>42392130
>"Now's the time! Charge!" (Lead from the front)

>>42392130
>>"Now's the time! Charge!" (Lead from the front)

Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42392189
>>42392173
>>42392202

>lead from the front

"Attack! Rend them to pieces now, in the name of your Hairy Glowing God!"

You and the mob move forward as one, with you at the head of the formation. The element of surprise allows you to close with the enemy and your minions sweep over the first two campers with ease. You alone are worthy to avenge the Chosen One however, and you find yourself face to face with the gun-wielding camper. He's panicked and trying to shield himself with his gun! You have the first attack!

>Make a some attack rolls! Roll 1d20+2 to beat whatever I've rolled and name an area you want to try and stab!

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42392262
Throat!

Rolled 6 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42392262
heart

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42392262
Go for the eye.

>>42392328
>>42392305
>>42392284

>Failures!

Writing.

>>42392284
>>42392305
>>42392328
Well we're fucked.

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42392333

You stab wildly with your needle but the camper quickly knocks away your needle and raises the butt of his gun for his own attack...

>Roll to defend yourselves! At least three rolls of 1d20+4 to knock the gun away in turn with your rock!

Rolled 9 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42392354

>>42392354
reeeeeee

Rolled 4 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>42392354

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42392354
ree?

Rolled 3 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>42392391
>>42392384
>>42392371
>Success

You pull your trusty rock from the pocket of your windbreaker and beat back the campers gun with ease. You have an opening now and can use your needle to take advantage!

>roll 1d20+2 to beat the roll in this post! Naming a target is encouraged!

Rolled 11 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42392410
dick

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42392410
EYE STAB

Rolled 7 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>42392410
Heart

>>42392430
noice

>>42392430

This nigga blind as fuck now

>>42392442
>>42392430
>>42392424
>Success!

Before the camper can raise his weapon to defend himself again, you push the needle deep into his right eye socket. His eye bursts and dribbles blood and white fluid down his face and onto your hands. He gasps and twitches as the needle enters his brain before falling limp.

"All hail da Gulden God!" comes the cry from behind you and for a moment you are swept up in the primal thrill of it all. Then the reality of what you've done comes crashing home and you find yourself on your hands and knees, feeling worse than you have in your entire life.

"The Gulden good purges himsulf! Praise him!"

You really hope you get out of the tunnel after this.

>END THREAD

GJ guys, I'm going to go ahead and archive this, then stick around for another 15 minutes maybe.

>>42392499

Quest is now archived here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Awakened+Quest

For info on when I'll run my next quest (I run this and Exterminator Quest), check my twitter @qmsimmons

And there you go. I'll probably start running this and Exterminator Quest once a week each.

Bumping

>>42392538
>http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?searchall=Awakened+Quest

> Awakening Quest #1
Which is it obama

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>>42396379

Dammit, I knew I ran too far into the night. It'll stay awakened quest, I just had a short circuit when I archived at 1 am.

Also, surprised this thread is still here. /tg/ really is a slow board today it seems.