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>>42506748
Caustic vomit sticks to the inside of your nose and mouth. Your stomach churns as you stare down into a puddle of watery vomit as the Rag People give increasingly muffled cheers. They're all around you, deftly dismembering the flesh of two of the three “campers” you just killed and cramming it into their mouths. They're remarkably good at it, considering the crude and improvised nature of their tools.

Two groups of the smaller, cooing Rag People (which you've decided are the females, despite being uncertain of the exact nature of a “female”) approach you, carrying the corpse of the “camper” you killed and the lifeless body of your Chosen One, the latter's chest badly deformed where it was struck by the strange weapon wielded by one of the campers.

Both are placed in front of you, their features barely recognizable to you in the darkness of the tunnel platform. One of the Rag Women (?!) points first at your Chosen One and then at the “camper”.

“Et, gin powar.”

Your stomach convulses at the thought but you do feel a certain... hunger.

>Eat from both
>Eat from just the “camper”
>Eat from just the Chosen One
>”The Chosen One was my son. As God of the Hairy Glowslimes, I invite you and your fellow Rag People to dine on him and feast on his divine essence.” (Don't eat.)

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>>42506796
>Eat from both
Well we are a god.

>>42506796
>Eat from both

>>42506844
>>42506931

>Eat from both

You get down on your hands and knees.

The Chosen One's flesh is repulsive, mottled and stretched thin against his degenerate bones. You bite down anyway and rich salty blood wells up from the meat inside your mouth, almost gagging you. You manage to stomach a few more bites before moving on to the “camper”.

You eat from the “camper”. His skin is dirty but he's considerably more appetizing than the Chosen One. Distressingly warm and salty blood wells up into your mouth once more but the flesh is surprisingly soft and tender. You manage to take a few more bites before becoming entirely disgusted with yourself.

>gained 3 toughness XP

Noticing the clothes on the sacrificial camper's corpse are still intact, you change into them. This is your first experience with clothing and it's actually much more comfortable than you thought it would be. Soon you have stripped down the corpse completely and are garbed in ragged earth-tones. You place your trusty rock in one of the many pockets of the camper's pants (?!) and discover a large knife still in its holster as you explore the others.

>Gained Dockhelot's Knife

You notice a large brand on the back of the “camper” as well. It crudely depicts a large steel structure like the ones you saw back in the crater with a large point at the top, surrounded by smaller structures and contained within a circle.

[1/2]

>>42506967
[2/2]

Finally, one of the Rag People presents you with the barreled weapon that the camper was using. In the near total darkness of the tunnel you were unable to get a good look at how he used it but in the instant after he fired it there was enough light to get an idea of how to handled it. You point the badly battered weapon down the tunnel and, after some fiddling, get it to unleash a deafening burst of sound and light.

The Rag People react with shock and fear but you quickly pacify them with holy reassurances. After some more experimentation using some cylinders you find in the “camper's” backpack, you figure out how to load and fire the weapon reliably.

Deciding that it is a better weapon than your needle, you put your old standby into your new backpack and wield the Holy Rod instead. You also find some other useful items...

>gained Holy Rod
>gained 6 Holy Cylinders
>gained a backpack
>gained ½ days water and rations
>gained flashlight

The Rag People chatter excitedly, their bellies full of meat and victory. They're eager to proceed further down this platform and so are you. After all, you suspect these people came from the surface...

>continue to explore deeper into this platform, try and find how the “campers” got down here
>hand-pick a new Chosen One to replace your lost disciple before continuing

>>42506990
>>continue to explore deeper into this platform, try and find how the “campers” got down here

>>42506990
>hand-pick a new Chosen One to replace your lost disciple before continuing

>>42506990
>>gained ½ days water and rations
Rations for one Golden God, or for all his people?

>>42506990
Okay find choose Rag Jesus then, I hate ties.
>>hand-pick a new Chosen One to replace your lost disciple before continuing

>>42507074
Rations just for the most Golden of Gods. The Rag People have their own rations that will satisfy them for the moment.

>>42507032
>>42507089

>time to choose a new chosen one

“Before I proceed towards the surface, a new Chosen One must be appointed! Those who feel they are worthy, step forward and be judged!”

There are perhaps 40 Rag People in your little mob and from their numbers step forward only three. Two of them are of the larger variety (which you believe to be male (?!)) and one of the smaller, likely female, type. The two males wipe the gore from their seeming permanently glowing teeth and lay their weapons at your feet, a “spear” tipped with broken glass and a pipe with a piece of rock strapped to its end respectively. The female reaches into her rags and presents you a single wide-capped brown mushroom. The clan becomes silent as they await your decision.

>take the one with the spear
>take the one with the club
>take the one with the mushroom
>”None are worthy of my divinity!”

>>42506748
>Character Sheet:
>>http://pastebin.com/4z6iK58V

>Inventory:
>Nothing.

But what about Needle and Rock?

>>42507108
>take the one with the club
this should be called crazy clone quest

>>42507108
>>take the one with the club

>>42507133
Just clicked "submit" for the update seconds ago.

>>42507145
>>42507156
>go clubbing

You select the Rag Person with the club. He barely comes up to your hip but you hope he will be a talented warrior who will offer you some protection in your travels. He certainly does seem very alert...

Together, you delve deeper into the platform, through rusted gates and ancient portals. You walk down increasingly thin and winding halls, their walls coated with mosaics that depict sun-drenched fields and people with metal implements who tend to them. The Rag People are awed by this but you merely become anxious.

After a time you come to some metal stairs, which you climb. They lead to more stairs which you continue to climb until finally you reach a flight that causes you to flinch and look away. Light pours down from above, illuminating this final flight of stairs and promising that the surface is just above. You almost dash up it but you're startled by explosions in the distance and a sort of muffled roaring sound, as though a great deal of wind is passing over the surface.

You turn to address your Rag People.

>”I will go alone to purify the surface for your arrival. You must stay here and await me. Kill or capture any who descend.”
>”I and the Chosen One will go to purify the surface for your arrival. You must stay here and await me. Kill or capture any who descend.”
>”Come! We must all partake in the purification of the surface world, no matter the cost!”

>>42507213
>”I and the Chosen One will go to purify the surface for your arrival. You must stay here and await me. Kill or capture any who descend.”

>>42507213
>>”I will go alone to purify the surface for your arrival. You must stay here and await me. Kill or capture any who descend.”

Time to listen to our divine mouthpiece once we're out of sight!

Let's hope we can find the mysterious substance called SIGNAL.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42507249
>>42507275

Rolling to break tie.

hello?
my ip changes in 10 minutes, I am too lazy to reset my router
stay strong

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>>42507427
>Take the Chosen One

”I and the Chosen One will go to purify the surface for your arrival. You must stay here and await me. Kill or capture any who descend.”

The Rag People murmur to one another, hopefully without discontent. Finally they give to you the "divine mouth piece" and wish you well.

You take the first steps up towards a world that will be entirely new and alien to you...

[1/2]

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>>42507452
Are you high?

>>42507479
moderately tired
using mobile internet, apparently someone thought it would be hilarious to post CP on 4chan
result: swathes of IP ranges banned for CP

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>>42507470
[2/2]
The satisfaction you feel climbing the stairs is the greatest you have felt thus far in your life. You not only survived those tunnels, you created a cult to worship and assist you! Surely the surface world will be a piece of cake by comparison!

Your confidence is distressingly short-lived. As you near the surface the muffled roaring becomes louder and the temperature begins to rise dramatically. When you reach the top there is a horrible crumbling sound and you and your Chosen One narrowly avoid being struck and crushed by an enormous piece of flaming debris as it tumbles down from the sky. The towering structure across the street is on fire! Your Chosen One screams, overwhelmed by the sound, light, and the fury of the fire, all of which are stimuli on a scale which he has never witnessed before.

Metal bends and supports snap inside the building. You need to move before it collapses!

>Grab your Chosen One and run!
>Let him run on his own! Bolt out of there!

>>42507533
>Grab your Chosen One and run!

>>42507533
>>Grab your Chosen One and run!
Come here son.

>>42507533
>Grab your Chosen One and run!
Throw it at anyone who looks at you funny.

>>42507569
>>42507559
>>42507548

>Grab your Chosen One and run!

In the heat of the moment you find it surprisingly easy to sweep up you distressed chosen one into your arms and make a run for it... You don't get far before you hear the building start to collapse for real.

>roll some d20s to try and get clear!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>42507601
thoughts on halva?

>>42507533
>Grab your Chosen One and run!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>42507601

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>42507601
>
The players will only roll d20s. A minimum of three separate rolls is required to finalize a result, with 2 rolls equaling a success on a check.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>42507601

>>42507659
>Depending on how many players are currently involved, additional rolls can be made with the result always being called by me at a multiple of 3.
Wuhoh.

>>42507510
Someone brought something like that up in the last EQ. Mobile really seems to suck dick.

>>42507615
>halva
It sounds... tasty?

Calling it a failure based on:
>>42507615
>>42507654
>>42507658

Writing.

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>>42507707

You run as best you can but you're not quick enough to avoid the cloud of debris and shrapnel that flows through the street. You're stuck in the arm and left leg by bits of metal.

>Health [17/20]

Your Chosen One is unharmed though, shielded as he was by your body. The two of you choke and gasp your way to a 3-way intersection, which you find abandoned.

>go right (roll 1d2)
>go left (roll 1d2)

>>42507798

I'll use the first roll anyone makes for either of these choices. Just so that's clear.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42507798
>go left (roll 1d2)

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>42507798
>go right (roll 1d2)

>>42507838
>>42507837

If no one breaks this in... 4 minutes, I'm using >42507837 since it was posted one second earlier.

>>42507798
>>go left
Sinister.

>>42507868
>>42507892

>Go left

Seeing no discernible benefit to going one way over the other, you opt to go to the left. Explosions continue to ring out and up in the sky you can see what appear to be enormous clusters of red bubbles floating high above even the tallest structures. Tiny projectiles drop from them and you watch as they either blow up or burst into flame on impact with the buildings around you. A few come distressingly close to striking you..

After a while, you spot a single figure in the distance. He spots you as well, pointing his own "Holy Rod" and unloading it in your direction. The shot whistles between you and the Chosen One and once again you have to make a split second decision...

>return fire immediately (roll a d20 in your post)
>take cover and assess your shot (also roll d20 in your post)
>approach under fire, try and get close enough for melee or at least a better shot
>surrender!
>bolt in a different direction

>>42508011
>approach under fire, try and get close enough for melee or at least a better shot

>>42508011
>take cover and assess your shot (also roll d20 in your post)

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>42508011
>>take cover and assess your shot (also roll d20 in your post)

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>42508039
oops, forgot roll

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>42508039
Somebody forgot.

>>42508039
>>42508042
>>42508074
>>42508081

You rapidly move up and take cover behind the burnt out husk of some old machine. The bullets continue to ping off your cover but you're safe for the moment. You tell your Chosen One to move to an even closer piece of cover and he obeys, fully in the grip of your theocratic authority.

Turning to face your foe, you assess your shot. It won't be easy but you've got a better chance of pulling it off from here; your opponent is in the open, advancing while firing. He doesn't seem to know you're armed...

>Roll d20s to beat a 12

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>42508178
I don't like those odds.

>>42508178
I forgot to mention, you can pick a body part to aim at.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>42508178
chest

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>42508178

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>42508178
Oh. aim for his shoulder?

Uh we don't know what this figure is wearing or how much of him is naked.

>>42508264
>>42508262
>>42508207
>okay success

Writing. Pretty minimal participation this time around compared to the launch of the quest. It's not like there's a lot to learn in terms of backstory..

>>42508317

You take aim for the chest and manage to land a hit. There's a sound like a shattering plate (something else you recognize without knowing where from) and the man reels back before falling to one knee, clutching his left breast. He calls out to you, in English.

"Damned slave! The Metropolyiates will be done with this battle soon and when they do they will come and capture you themselves! Come peacefully with me and avoid their wrath!"

Your Chosen One is close enough that he could presumably dash forward and attempt to batter this man with his club but you could also take another shot at him first.

>signal to your Chosen One to attack
>take another shot (roll d20s again, DC of 12)
>surrender

>>42508422
>signal to your Chosen One to attack

>>42508422
>signal to your Chosen One to attack
Wonder on a scale of alive to dead how hard we can capture him.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42508422
>>take another shot (roll d20s again, DC of 12)

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>42508422
>take another shot (roll d20s again, DC of 12)

Take out his Holy Rod wieldin' arm. We need WORLDBUILDING exposition.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>42508487
>>42508477

>>42508515
>>42508536

Rolling to determine winner.

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>42508422
>take another shot (roll d20s again, DC of 12)

Rolled 5, 12, 4 = 21 (3d20)

>>42508590
>send your gremlin on the offense

"Go agent of my will!"

You signal to your chosen one to move in and attack. He leaps from behind cover, club raised over his head. The man struggles to raise his gun in response...

>>42508623
Poor Rag Jesus.

>>42508683
I think that was the opponents roll and he failed

>>42508623
>failure!

But he succeeds, meeting your Chosen One's club with the butt of his gun. The weapon shatters partially but he follows up his successful block with a kick that sends your agent to the ground. He then draws a knife and descends on your Chosen One to finish the job...

>Run forward and shoot! Shoot now! (roll d20s)
>Stay where you are and shoot (DC 12) (roll d20s)
>Take advantage of the distraction and make a run for it down a nearby side street.

>>42508713
I'll use all rolls made for either of the top 2 options if either of them proves most popular. Just to keep things moving.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>42508713
>>Run forward and shoot! Shoot now! (roll d20s)

Oh right, unknown DC unless you take the time to Assess. I forgot about that rule.

Let's hope he lives to be tortured for information later!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>42508713
>>Stay where you are and shoot (DC 12) (roll d20s)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>42508713
>Stay where you are and shoot (DC 12) (roll d20s)
so our enemies don't have to roll?

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>42508700
>>42508798
Your enemies are the DC, dumb butts.

>>42508713
>>Run forward and shoot! Shoot now! (roll d20s)
I'm assuming crits aren't a thing.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>42508798
>>42508794
>>42508751
>Success, stay where you are and shoot!

You fire and hit your foe in his center mass just as he prepares to bring the knife down into your Chosen One's chest. He falls on his side...

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>42508859
Dice didn't roll for some reason, hold on.

>>42508798
You'll notice he didn't manage to successfully attack anyone, he just blocked a blow and took an advantageous position.

>>42508859

>Damage rolling is done behind the scenes by the QM, as it contains a few moving parts. For reference, it is done as follows:

>Damage done will be calculated by rolling a toughness die against the appropriate damage die for the weapon being used. A normal human rolls a 1d6 toughness die plus their modifier and, if the roll exceeds the damage die of the weapon used, they can shrug off the attack. Otherwise they take damage equal to the damage roll minus their toughness roll. Most weapons have a modifier attached to their roll to represent the damage that an average hit can reasonably be expected to do, so occasions where toughness exceeds the damage die will be reasonably uncommon most of the time and very rare for reliably powerful weapons like guns or sharp blades.

I wonder what the damage die for our Holy Rod is.

>>42508885

You leave cover and run over to help your Chosen One. By the time you arrive, he's already pushed his way out from underneath your barely breathing opponent.

"Ver close" he mutters, but you read some gratitude in his bug-eyed features.

Now, what to do with your foe?

>staunch the wound in his belly as best you can, interrogate him
>let him bleed out, loot his corpse. Best not to let him alert any associates he has..

Boy I hope he doesn't need that "center of mass" thing to live or something.

>>42508975
>let him bleed out, loot his corpse. Best not to let him alert any associates he has..

>>42508975
>staunch the wound in his belly as best you can, interrogate him

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>>42508901

It's high, this guy survived your first shot because of his armor and your second shot very nearly slew him instantly. Instant death would have occurred on a roll of 75 or higher.

>>42508975
Is he too heavy to gag and take somewhere else?

>>42509049

With the help of your Chosen One you could probably carry him someplace but you would have to treat his wound first and be very cautious in moving him. Your Chosen One is also entirely garbed in filthy rags, perfect for gagging someone you hate.

>>42508975
>>staunch the wound in his belly as best you can, interrogate him
Well not immediately but somewhere out of earshot probably underground.

>>42509087
Well good thing he can breathe through his nose then while we work.

>>42508859
>10,20,6
>>Success

Wait


> Regardless of whether the check is passed or failed, a DC will be estimated for that action by X.

Did we mistake what the actual DC was?

Was it 10 or less then?

>>42509160
It was lowered by him being in a non-mobile position.

Actually, I think I made a mistake reading through the rolls. I'm using the above as my justification for why it still worked (the DC was 10 for running closer and shooting).

>>42509417
I knew running closer was the superior choice. Since he didn't have his Holy Rod anymore, and wasn't facing us.

>>42508317
I'd chalk that up to it being a monday.

>>42509014
>>42509121

Using your Chosen One's dirty rags, you first staunch the bleeding from your foes stomach. He moans miserably but you then set about removing his strange segmented armor which seems to be made from some sort of lightweight ceramic material. It doesn't stretch around his whole body but it does cover his chest and therefore has to be removed to wrap his wound...

You give his "Holy Rod", a long barreled variety like your own (though this barrel isn't nearly as thick) to your Chosen One. He seems uncomfortable with it but you promise to instruct him with it when there's time.

You stuff an additional dirty rag into the man's mouth and drag him into a nearby building, hiding him and yourselves among dusty old shelves. Your Chosen One spots a locked backroom and wastes no time smashing the rusted padlock with his club. You sequester yourselves within and you pull the rag back out of the man's mouth, preparing to interrogate him.

What do you want to ask?

>Write-in, suggestions that get seconded will be used.

>>42509584
"What the hell is going on? Why attack me?"

>>42509584
Why did you call me a slave? Who are the Metropolyiates and who are they fighting?

>>42509584
Okay, should probably start with the feigning like you actually know what you're talking about first and see what slips.

"Why should I come peacefully with you, again?"

"How long until the Metros win?"

"Is there an escape route?"

"Try and convince me why I should be merciful."


Things we don't know that we hope he'll let slip: What his side is called, where his side is retreating to if they're losing to the Metropolyiates, which side of the battle blew up the clone factory, which side of the battle is bombing shit. What the city's called. What that city symbol on the backs of the campers means.

>>42509659
>>42509718
Let's not admit utter ignorance of the universe yet and reveal we're a complete newborn clone.

Obviously all clones are slaves, that much is obvious. And this city is being invaded by Metros.

>>42509583

Could also be due to the 9 or so other quests running right now. I should really start earlier if I'm going to run on Monday or avoid it entirely. The former wasn't an option today unfortunately but I'll definitely keep it in mind for the future...

Waiting for some mild consensus on these questions.

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>>42509584
Haha some torture should up our Charisma Level.

Also these I guess? >>42509737

Plus an "If you wanted me to come peacefully, master, why'd you shoot at me first?" >>42509659

>>42509889
>>42509737
>>42509659

>combining and writing

>>42509584
How many Holy Cylinders did he have left on him?

>>42509919
Let's surreptitiously and quietly check our divine mouthpiece where the prisoner can't see it.

>>42509919
Be sure to strip his shirt off.

So we can see if he has a mark on his back.

>>42509984
Hell just have him entirely naked.

For uh. medical care purposes.

>>42509919

The man's face is pale. His hair is parted carefully to the side and he shudders with each breath. Blood continues to hemorrhage from his wound and you realize even as you begin your questioning that you don't have much time.

"Why did you fire on me if you wanted me to come peacefully?"

He laughs and then groans.

"Stupid slave, the Metropolyiates reward me if you're dead or alive. You think you're the first slave I shot at today? Offering you the chance to come peacefully was the extension of a privilege, not a right."

"Then how goes the battle? Are the Metropolyiates close to victory?"

"The Metropolyiates never lose, even a slave like you knows that. They've already repulsed the raider's landing parties and they'll soon be deploying counter measures against their balloons. And as soon as that's done, they'll come for treasonous helots like you."

"Tell me how I can escape them then, oh mighty slave catcher?"

He coughs spasmodically and then grins at you, blood trickling down his chin.

"You'll not escape them, slave. Not even if you swam for the Bronx."

With that the coughing resumes for a moment and then he falls still. You don't bother to make sure he's dead. Instead you loot him and find:

>6 copper chits of some kind of currency
>10 additional cylinders that fit your Chosen One's new Holy Rod
>a knife carved from bone
>one broken armor chestplate

Outside the sound of combat rages on and your Chosen One shudders, clutching his new weapon. He seems small and afraid and you are uncertain as to whether you should comfort him or point out how pathetic he's being.

>comfort him
>mock him

>>42509984
>>42510032

You would have seen one if he had it during the looting.

>>42510149
So does his naked body have any tattoos on it or none?

Also he probably thought we were the "campers" whose clothes we stole. They would be the "treasonous helots."

>comfort him
You have my divine favor!

>>42510149
>>comfort him

>>42510149
>>mock him

Comfort sounds a lot like smothering

>>42510209
>>42510273
>comfort him

"Be still little one, all will be well."

You pat your underling on the head as he stares plaintively at you with his watery bugged out eyes. The gesture seems to bring him some comfort.

>gained 1 charisma exp

It's a good thing too. The sounds of battle are intensifying outside and you'll probably have to get moving. You begin to make preparations to leave.

You have time to do just one thing:

>try to salvage the armor for yourself or the Chosen One
>show the Chosen One how to shoot
>consume your rations in anticipation of the journey

>>42510391
>>try to salvage the armor for yourself or the Chosen One
We can teach for the next battle!

But our HP is precious.

>>42510391
>show the Chosen One how to shoot

>>42510391
>get armor for ourselves

>>42510391
>>show the Chosen One how to shoot

>>42510391
>>try to salvage the armor for yourself

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>42510426
>>42510501

>salvage armor for yourself

>>42510508
>>42510471

>show chosen one how to shoot

Flipping to break tie.

>>42510534
>>42510501
>>42510426

Nvm, armor it is.

>>42510562
With half the upper breastplate gone you dismantle the remainder of the armor and take stock of what you have. All the stomach pieces are intact and it seems fairly obvious that you should strap them to your own stomach. You could leave the remaining half of the upper breastplate where it is (on the right side of your chest) or you could get creative with it. You find that the plate chips when struck with your metal knife and can therefore be carved into:

>a faceplate
>shoulder guard
>codpiece

>>42510633
>>codpiece

>>42510633
>shoulder guard

>>42510633
>>a faceplate

>>42510652
You deftly carve out a codpiece and slip it down into your pants where it bulges proudly.

As a final step before you leave, you draw out your divine mouthpiece just to see if its status has changed. Your mouth dries a little as you read the words once more:

>NO SIGNAL

>End thread

Going to go ahead and archive and think on a better day to run this. If you've got questions, ask them here or on Twitter @qmsimmons

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Oh right now that I can post again

>>42510760
M-Maybe the raiders just bombed all the SIGNAL towers?

Good thing its battery lasts for fucking ever.

>>42510777

Man, I've done a lot of these..

>>42510784

Indeed, it does. It's been running for a very very long unspecified length of time.

>>42510851
Bet it's nuclear switch.
Your best bet in regards to 'better day' is to just keep on running regularly/on a schedule(each monday for example) and attracting players as you go. Some are bound to pop in and check it out eventually. Many people are offput by early quests, sub double digits number of threads, since they sink so fast. Basically don't expect bustling threads of 20+ people as a newcomer. QMs got their own playerbases and so on.

>>42510903

Probably right. Still, my other quest (Exterminator Quest) struggles to attract large numbers despite being a little bit older. I'm happy with my players (many of which seem to be consistent repeats for both of my quests) but I think the lack of new participants is due to oversaturation of the board with quests and the fact that I haven't picked an established franchise for any of my premises. Posters are unfamiliar with the setting and uncomfortable with working out what's really going on around them, which is a big theme in both this and Exterminator Quest..

>>42510903
>Bet it's nuclear switch.
It's what.

>>42511011

It's not. Probably.

>>42511006
I, for one, welcome our new cocaine overlords.

>>42511006
Well you could always try running pantyquest moeshit the definitive version.
These are always popular.
those quests rustle me so hard I could vibrate through walls

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>>42511049

Cocaine is an exterminator's best friend.

>>42511076

I don't see the point in writing fanfic for other people. It's okay that they do but it's not for me.

>>42511143
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pFJ62vlZbls

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>>42511212

Be careful, I might delay running Exterminator Quest tomorrow to watch that when I get home from work.

>>42511295
Oh is that tomorrow. Fuck. Good thing you said that.

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>>42511354

Might be. Unless I get fucking hired tomorrow, which is a real possibility. I'd watch the twitter for the final word.

>>42511295
Is genuinely great movie. And I'm not even American.