>>46270019
A. Take a breather their champ, and lets work on becoming the biggest fucking wolfman in the world. Eventually.

>>46270019
>>B)Examine yourself

>>46270019
>A)Sit down, think this trough

>>46270059
>>46270169
throw me a quick d20. best out of 2

oh, amateur mistake; previous thread here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/46138065/

>>46270222
dice+d20

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>46270222


>>46270296
put it in the options field and
dice+1d20

>>46270222

>>46270019
I'm glad you decided to continue QM.
Didn't you say you would run friday?

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>>46270334
well I guess no other is needed. writing

>>46270371
yeah, long story short; I almost dropped the whole thing. but now I am here

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>46270334
Thank you senpai. Spilled my newfaggotry all over your thread.

>>46270334
>>46270296
>>46270365
>>46270378

>>46270659
and I am a newfag at QM-ing. We'll make a fine team anon

You sit down where you stand. Right where there should be a half-bent tree above you, to protect you from the whistling cold wind, and snow. Instead, a warm beam of sunlight caresses your back, while the birds tweet around you happily.

You take a deep breath in and out. Without any other clues of what happened to you, you examine the closest piece of evidence; yourself

Your torn shirt still barely covers your back, and your front is just one big hole. A makeshift belt made from a piece of rope binds a knife and a tattered pants to you. On your left leg, the piece of clothing stops above your knee.

You examine closer. Some of the tears look different than the others, like they would have been made with sharper things. You also surprised to see that where you fell and scratched yourself yesterday is nothing but healthy skin.

No, that's not right.

Your skin is coarse and slightly tanned, but where used to be flesh-wounds, the skin is slightly lighter, like someone just played a little roughly with you. Looking deeper, there are thicker, longer, and even lighter marks. Looking closer, they are all over you; your arms your legs, your chest.

The knife is the only thing that's not worn on you. Dull grey, and moderately sharp. Five inch long and one inch wide. No signs of use can be seen on it. However on the bottom of the handle there is an "I". Not just a nick, a stylized "I"

>A) Walk in a direction till you find and identifiable landmark
>B) Walk into a specific direction
>C) Climb a tree, and try to locate yourself
>D) Go and hunt something
>E) something else?

>>46270693
>D) Go and hunt something
Lets keep eyes open for anything unsual.

>>46270693
>>D) Go and hunt something

>>46270913
>>46271023

You might have no idea who you are, but you know what you are not; a lost man in the wild. Sure you are in the wild and don't know where your are, but definitely not lost. You walk around the area, looking for clues

throw me a d20 brahs better out of 2

>>46270693
C. Climb a tree. We're not a cat, but damn it if we don't need to see what we're working with here.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>46271033

>>46271033

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>46271129
forget the roll

>>46271081
>>46271158
You find the signs of a beast. Fresh hoof prints in the ground, torn of branches, below waist height. Probably a boar. You follow it swiftly, with your knife in hand, running in a bent position in the low tunnel it brought among the underbrush.

After an forty minutes or so, you finally see it; a big hog with white tusks, making itself busy among the roots of a tree. Scratching with it's hooves,and snorting into the ground.
How will you catch it?

>A) You can sprint it down, you'll have a headstart
>B) Sneak around it, and strike from suprise
>C) Climb a tree, and get the jump on it. Literally
>D) Write-in

>>46271354
>C) Climb a tree, and get the jump on it. Literally

>>46271354
>>C) Climb a tree, and get the jump on it. Literally

>>46271390
>>46271648

You take the blade between your teeth, and sneak closer. Once in sufficient distance, you start to scale a tree. Careful not to touch the branches, and alert the prey with your nestling, you climb higher and higher. Once in sufficient height, you take one last look on the boar, then dive in.

You land elegantly, driving your sole, and your knife into the back of the boar. your victim starts to squeal horridly, trashing around. With your free leg you clam yourself onto it, and pull out your knife to plunge it back into the terrified mammal immidiatley. The trashing weakens as you strike more and more into your soon-to-be dinner. Finally, it stops.
You get down from the bleeding body, your pants red and wet.

You know that without a shelter to drag it back into, dragging around the carcass would be unnecessarily tiresome. So you kneel down beside the hog, and start to open it up. You can skin it, or take out it's more delicious parts, or...

*CAW*

You look around a bit startled. After a little looking, you find a big black bird sitting on one of the branches, staring at you intently.
*CAW* it says again, looking between you and the carcass. From somewhere you get an idea. Then again...

>A) Ignore the bird, proceed to process the boar
>B) Give the heart to the bird
>C) Give the liver to the bird
>D) Throw a rock at the bird
>E) Write-in
>C) Give something

>>46271669
>>B) Give the heart to the bird

>>46271669
Well the heart usually goes for killer, but we don't lost much.
>B) Give the heart to the bird

>>46271698
>>46271806

From a sudden flash of inspiration, you reach up into the chest of your quarry, and take out the heart. Your already bloody exterior gets even more dirty as you reach elbow deep into the animal. You flung the organ at the onlooking bird, which lands with a *splosh* from a few feet from you. At first, nothing. Then the bird flies down and without stopping, and scoops up the heart.
The avian flies back to the branch it came from, and swallows up the gift with one a sickening "gulp".

"Well it seems you have kept some politeness" -says the bird with booming voice, and a mischievous twinkle in it's eyes- now I know you can't recall anything" After a moment's silence it continues; "You may ask now, and I will answer truthfully"

>What do you ask him?

>>46271904
>What and who am I?
>Who are you
>Why am I being hunted?

>>46271904
>>46271967
this

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>>46271904
>>46271987
writing

Reporting

>>46271967
>>46271987
"Three questions? Ah what the heck, I always liked the cut of your jib. Let's see; Who am I? I guess a re-introduction would only be proper. You may call me Revas."
"As for why are you being hunted? It usually goes this way: You ask for something, and in turn promise to take part in the hunt. You get that specific something, and then it is time for you to pay."
"But what did I ask for?"
"I don't know, I am just a bird"
This is getting nowhere, maybe giving that heart away wasn't such a good idea. You start to look around that stone you previously wanted to throw

"Lastly; now here is a little extra: Before I answer you, try to introduce yourself to me!"
"What?" -you stopped the searching to look surprisedly at the avian-- "Introduce myself?"
"Yes just stand up, put your hand before your chest, bow and say sour name"

You hesitate, then decide what the heck; what's the worst can happen? Make yourself a fool before a talking bird? You stand up shake your blooded limbs off a bit, then do as the bird said.

A wave of sickness washes over you as you stand there, with your head bowed. Names flood your head, all of them you recognize, but none of them can you place. You have to choose.

>A) Call me Ishmael
>B) I am Cassius
>C) My name is Max
>D) Write-in

>>46272386
>A) Call me Ishmael

>>46272386
A) Call me Ishmael, Second of His name of House Oysterer

>>46272386
>Call me Ishmael

>>46272512
Keep your oysters in Venice

>>46272386
>>B) I am Cassius

>>46272556
House Oysterer descended from the previously royal bloodline of Oysterious Empire founded by King Oyster-Eater who is the bravest sane person to eat the seem ugly alien oyster and devise way to open it and create many recipe for it. For this introduction of delicacy, he was made to King.

>>46272421
>>46272512
>>46272556
>>46272591

"Call me Ishmael" - you say, straightening back.
"See Ishmael? I have freed a question for you" -before you can open your mouth, he continues- "but before you waste it to something stupid, how about I switch it for a tip instead? After you are done with whatever you'll do with that poor animal, go towards west. You'll find a clearing with a big menhir. You better check it out.
Not bothering with any protests you might have, Revas takes off, and disappears behind the treetops.

It still morning, around 8.

>A) Go to another direction (specify)
>B) Start a fire where you are
>C) Check out the menhir
>other

As for the hog

>X) Leave the boar behind you'll find it later
>Y) Take something (specify)
>Z) Take it whole
>Q) Skin it
>other

>>46272662
>C) Check out the menhir

>>Q) Skin it + take an bigger piece of meat with us, like leg or so
Can't think of anything else usefull from boar.
Better travel light.

>>46272662
Skin the hog beside the fire

>>46272662
>>C) Check out the menhir

>>46272795
cook it too? or just set a fire and skin it there?

>>46272826
and what do you do with your hard-earned quarry?

>>46272864
Eat all I can and skin it
>Can i eat it raw like oyster?

B Y take liver

>>46272864
Cook as much as we are going to eat during the day

>>46272919
and legs

>>46272895
you can, but what's the point in cooking it then?

>>46272956
>>46272919
Okay so make the fire, eat the liver and eat the legs?

>>46273032
cook legs and liver eat 2 legs

>>46273032
Hind or front legs?
Fire because for safety and dried up the bloody hide

>>46273058
eat front

>>46273072
but front legs are smaller and muscular, i prefer hind legs as fattier and i can eat twirly pig tail
>and unwashed anus.

>>46272781
>>46272795
>>46272826
>>46273072
>>46273058
Okay okay. So; Make fire, skin the boar, cook legs and liver, then check out the menhir, correct? Objections? I'll start writing

>>46273141
sounds good
>>46273126
save the good stuff i say

Throwing away false modesty, you takes off your bloody pants, and use the rope-belt to secure the boar on a thick branch close to the fire. After you re-fashioned a sturdy enough branch into a skewer, you start to skin the bastard, and chop it's two legs down as soon as possible in the process. You skewer them both above the fire and while they sizzle above the fire, you continue the skinning.

A long and hard work later, you are full with some good meat and a fat liver.

It's 13:00
The fire is burning, you are technically naked in the spring weather, and well-fed. You have a more-or-less hog-skin with a few holes in it, and two cut off, cooked legs. The rest of the pig still hangs from the branch on your belt
>Roll a d100 for fate

What next?
>Go to the menhir, or somewhere else?
>Go as you are, or take back your belt and pants, leaving the rest of hog in the dirt?
>Put out the fire, or leave it?
Choose one of each

>>46273526
sorry the choice part became such a clusterfud, but listing out the combinations wouldn't really have worked.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>46273526
Menhir
Take clothes and as much hog meat as we can
>put out fire

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>46273526
go to menhir

>>46273622
do you go naked, and leave chance to return for the rest of the meat, or take back your pants, and leave it to the dirt?

>>46273622
take and try to clean pants hang the rest of the meat

>>46273790
opps wrong code

Ishmael wraps up the meat in the leather, puts out the fire, takes back his pants, and starts walking towards the general direction of west. After another forty minutes or so, he enter a clearing. As promised, the menhir stands there, three times as tall and almost as wide as a Hunter would.

Ishmael lays down his package on the grass, and steps closet to the large boulder. The stone is almost fully covered in green moss. Memories stirr within him, light impulses, like when he knew the sun would be his savior last night. Reaching out and rubs off the moss.As he sees more and more beneath it, his movements become more erratic, to strip the stone naked.
A picture is before him, engraved into the grey surface. They aren't very artistic, only stick men, but they tell a story

The first picture shows a man with his head in his hands. Then a tall, very tall man thrice his size with horns appear beside him. A little sun appears between the two, like the horned man gives it, and the kneeling man takes it. The kneeling man straightens out, and with his arms above his head holds the light, seemingly happy. Then the man runs in a forest with crouching figures chasing behind it.

Ishmael walks around the menhir to uncover more of the pictures

>Roll me another d100 while I write up the next part

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>46274128

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>46274128

Rolled 11 (1d100)

Rolled 13 (1d100)

reroll only once

>>46274342
welp that sucks

Rolled 67 (1d100)

The next picture shows the running man chased by the crouching figures, as the sun sets upon him. The next picture is the same, but the crouching figures are gone.

He builds a shack during the day, then the night comes. The crouching figures chase him, then when the sun comes up the shack is gone.

He is wounded, and clutching for his life as the Hunters reach for him, then the sun comes up, and he stands again.

The man seems to build and acquire new things during the day, and chased in the night. The pictures show a pattern. When the sun is down more and bigger crouching man chases him each time, but when the sun is high, he hunts.

There are 9 distinct shapes he hunts; a thick standing shape with claws, a thick standing shape with a enormous jaw, a four legged creature with tusks.

At this point the menhir is broken and the other pictures are incomprehensable.

When he is finished Ishmael has to sit down and support himself near the menhir. Nauseousness comes over him, but he feels like he understood more. He knows what he must do.

_____End of thread______

Thanks for playing folks, i am dead tired, maybe it shown on my writing near the end.
I'll stick around for a little Q&A, and archive this bitch

short but sweat thx hunt
How often do you do this

>>46274595
I'll do one or two every weekend. Hopefully more after April

To be honest I am a bit disappointed that I couldn't even have a chance to add the hunt theme music, but I'm sure I'll get my chance.


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