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Because I'm an asshole, I'll go ahead and lay out the initial characters here and now. All characters were involved in a sleep study for a variety of reasons. After a year or so of spending one day a week with the same crew, they started hanging out outside of the study. For the introductory game, we only had a handful of characters.

First was Deacon. He looked like a hipster, but that was mostly because he was raised in a cult and didn't quite know any other grooming standard. As a teenager he managed to escape, but was forced to leave his brother behind, vowing to return for him one day.
He was going to school in Boulder to learn theology and philosophy to try and educate people and beat the cults like the one he grew up in at their own game.

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Next up was Lester. He was a mechanic, and a fairly simple guy with an all around jovial and helpful attitude. He's also the only character who was not attending college. But he was a good dude to shoot the shit and share a beer with. Plus, he was a great handyman and always willing to help with anything.

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Isaac was a budding scientist working on a dual major of Chemistry and Physics. All his electives were also spent on computer theory and occult topics. Dude just loved to learn everything and was a general vat of knowledge. Some of the rest of the cast might not have enjoyed his overall enthusiasm for the subjects. but he could often answer just about any question you threw at him, and would often find solutions in odd ways nobody else would think.

Jack was the man back in high school, and continued to be the man in college. He had everything. A sweet car. A full ride scholorship for football. He made it into a frat as a freshman somehow charming his way out of a lot of hazing. He was charming and not terribly unintelligent. But he definitely cared about his friends and certainly never used his status as the alpha kid at school to justify shitty behavior.

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>>69404979
>shit, meant to post picture.

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And last we have Jim. Jim was THE bro vet. He wore nothing but Grunt Style, Oakley, and 5.11. He was majoring in Criminal Justice to be a cop out in the middle of nowhere. Professors stopped acknowledging him because every answer started with "Back when I was overseas..."
But, he did take care of his friends. And even if he was a bit overzealous at times, he could be counted on.

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>>69404754
Get off the computer you fucking dongus, one of the kinds of light the screen emits is really bad for when you're trying to sleep.

What we intended was, in order:
>The Occult material expert who could metagame and allow the rest of the party to legally do so
>The Artificer who would make new objects to ensure the team succeeds
>The Mastermind who could come up with and create solutions to problems in ways the GM couldn't possibly prepare for
>The Tank
>Stealth Guy with a very specific and limited ability to fight

What we got was, in order:
>The guy who would frequently get the rest of us into trouble
>The Tank
>The Demolitions Expert
>The Backup Tank
>The Combat Monster

I'll listen.

>>69405187
Yup. It's the blue segment of the spectrum.

The story begins on one lazy Saturday morning. Deacon was going out for his morning run. Isaac had been up since 3 reading scientific journals and working on his thesis. Jim was sleeping off the night's binge drinking. Lester was watching Spongebob while eating cereal from a bowl resting on his stomache. Jack went to football practice.

Deacon was finishing up his morning run when he noticed a ripped piece of cardboard stuck under his windshield wiper. He slowed to a walk and pulled it out. On it was a simple note. "HELP ME." and an address. He reread it. He swore and sprinted back to his dorm room.

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>>69404754
Yeah sure, I'll listen in anon

>>69405378
>cont
It took Isaac a few rings to realize his phone was going off. He saw Deacon's number on the screen and answered it.
"INEEDYOURHELPIT'SANEMERGENCYYOU NEEDTOGETHEREASAP."
"Hey, hey, slow down, what's going on?"
"I can't explain over the phone. I need you to get over here and help me. Get anyone you can."
"I mean, alright, I get it, but it might take me some time to get there. But I'll leave ASAP."

ASAP wound up being over an hour. Isaac lived off campus and could only use public transport. When he knocked on the door he waited as he heard several locks being undone and the door cracked open. Deacon popped his head out, looked around, and shoved Isaac inside before slamming the door shut and relocking everything.
"So what's with the security today? And what's the emergency?"
Deacon shoved the cardboard note in his face.
"You know the cult I grew up in?"
"Yeah..."
"This is from Paul."
"Who?"
"My brother. The one I had to leave."
Isaac examined the cardboard with increased scrutiny. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, it's his handwriting."
Isaac thought for a moment. Deacon seemed sure, and this didn't seem like it was something they could just drop. "So he's still with them?"
"I don't know." Deacon replied. "But this is him. I have to help."
"It could be a trap..."
"I've thought of that. It's why I called you. I need your help here."
Isaac scratched his head. "Maybe we should call a few other people."

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>>69405577
>cont
Lester and Jack were called up. Lester would have to take some time to get ready, and Jack was still in practice.
Jack, in turn, called the one person he figured would know what to do if it was a trap.
Jim did not like the phone ringing before noon. He also did not like the sunlight shining in his face when he opened his eyes. "This better be fucking important."
"Jim, it's Jack. Deacon's in some trouble. We think there might be a trap for him. We need some help."
Jim bolted upright. "I'll be there in half an hour. Need to pick up a couple of supplies." He hung up the phone, grabbed his AR and Sig, and headed out the door.

Lester arrived at Deacon's house an hour after he started. He had grabbed a trusty crowbar and dressed on his way out. Isaac and Deacon brought him up to speed and they decided to head out, rather than waste time. They texted the address to Jack.

Jack saw the familiar Krylon painted OD green wrangler pull up. He tossed his pads in the back and opened the door. "Watch out for that. Keep it under the woobie." Jack looked down and saw an AR-15 barely disguised under a camouflaged blanket.
"What the hell, man?"
"You told me it could be a trap." Jim's tone indicated that was all the justification needed.
"Yeah, but maybe it's just a prank. You remember when Isaac decided to put the bong inside the range of a tesla coil?"
"I remember he said something along the lines of 'Come check this out.'"
"Okay, but still. Did you call the cops?"
"No. We'll see what's up first. Just get in."
Jack carefully avoided the rifle as he got in. "Good," said Jim as he took off. "Now make yourself useful and wrap this empty Coke can around a can of Coors from the case in back."
"...And what about the PT test we have Monday?"
"You think this is the first time I've done one drunk?"

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>>69405924
>cont
They met across the street from the known address. It was a massive stone three-story manor house with a chest high stone wall around the property. There was one wide metal gate on the driveway.

As soon as Deacon got out of Lester's truck he saw Paul on the top floor, banging on a window and screaming. They couldn't hear him, but his face said it all. Deacon started to take off, but Lester caught his arm.
"He's right there. I gotta help him."
"I know bud," said Lester. "But let's wait for backup and figure out what we're doing before we jump in."
Deacon hung his head. Paul seemed to reduce his struggles a bit.
Isaac spoke up. "Check out the walls." There were runes written across it. He and Deacon started to unravel it. "This is bad."
"I'm noticing some symbols of death on the windows."
"I'm not sure what those symbols on the walls are."
"It looks like there is stuff across the gate, too."
The two of them started discussing the issue at hand. Jim and Jack pulled up.
"So why don't we call the cops?" asked Jack.
Lester shrugged. Jim took in the situation. "Why are we right outside of the place?" Lester shrugged again. "You're the expert," he said. "Why don't we move?"
"No point now," answered Jim. "I see the guy. He's banging on the window again. If it's a trap, they know we're here."
"No, those symbols might mean-" said Isaac. "Wait a minute. Anybody got anything that's ferrous metal?"
Lester dug around his pockets. "Have a few spare bolts."
"Perfect. Jack, throw one at the wall."
The bolt sailed straight into the stone wall. A massive surge of sparks erupted at the point of impact.
"So climbing this thing is out of the question."
"The fuck is this?" asked Jim.
"Not sure, but I'm certain that something has caused the stone to become electrified. Possibly the runes." replied Isaac.
"So why haven't we called the cops?" asked Jack.

>>69406186
>cont

"The New Dawn thrives on manipulation, intrigue, and misdirection," replied Isaac. "Hell, it's possible that they're just causing a mass hallucination on us right now. I wouldn't be surprised if, when the cops show up, they'd either arrest us for some violation or just not see what we're seeing. And if they do see it, there's no saying what might happen. Paul might get killed in a crossfire."
"Okay, but they're better equipped to handle these kinds of things."
"So why don't we just shoot the signs off?" asked Jim.
"Those are symbols of death." answered Isaac.
"Okay, so why don't we just shoot them off?" asked Jim.
Isaac pinched the bridge of his nose and loudly exhaled. "Symbols of death either get stronger or retaliate when met with other symbols of death."
"So what about symbols of freedom?"
"That... okay. Fine. Just please don't shoot them."
Jack started putting his pads on. "So I know Jim is armed. If we're going to do this, who else is?" Lester pulled out his crowbar. Isaac started replying. "I have a few grenades made from water balloons filled with Pine Sol, bleach, and rubbing alcohol. Some squirt guns filled with the same."
Jim looked at him with incredulity. "What?"
"Just trust me."
"Your fucking funeral."
"Hey guys," added Lester, "Who's watching Deacon?"
Then they heard the gate close.
"Well, that just happened," said Jim.

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>>69406311
>cont
Deacon took a look around. In front of him was the front porch of the building, and it's front entrance beyond that slightly ajar. Then he heard growling and noticed the guard dogs on either side of him. He put out his hands and firmly said “Descendit. Manere.” The dogs backed off. He exhaled and looked behind him. The gate was closed, but there was a button next to it on the wall. Hoping to re-open the gates for everyone, he pushed it.

His body writhed in pain from the shock. He found himself curled on the ground and got up, dusted himself off, and muttered “Note to self: don't touch the button.” Then his world went sideways and everything was pain.

He looked up to see a very angry Jim strapped with weapons through a windshield as the Wrangler slammed halfway up the porch steps before stopping, throwing Deacon off the hood and rolling into the wall of the manor. The dogs charged. One only got a couple of steps before Jim put a bullet in it with his handgun. Isaac and Lester jumped out of the passenger side and Lester threw a water balloon of Pine Sol at the charging dog. It reeled from the sensory shock before breathing fire across the vehicle, setting the upholstery on fire and catching Jim and Jack in the stream of fire. "WHAT THE FUCK?" Screamed Jim as the passengers dove out of the vehicle.Lester charged the dog and hit it with his crowbar, knocking it down but not out. Isaac grabbed an axe from the back and swung and finished the dog off. A third charged Lester, knocking him to the ground and attempting to bite with flaming jaws.Jack and Deacon desperately grabbed at cans of beer from the opened case and started pouring it over the seats. The passenger side of the car was a melee, with Lester grappling the dog while Isaac tried hitting it to no avail. Jim drew his combat knife and charged.
"There's a fire extinguisher in the back seat!" Jim screamed.
"That's a 40!" exclaimed Jack.
"Next to the 40!"

>>69406507
>cont
Jack and Deacon continued extinguishing the fire while Jim, Lester, and Isaac stabbed, bludgeoned, and slashed at the remaining dog until it was dead. Jim put a round in each head to make sure as the last of the fires were put out.
"Oh, Laura..." he said wistfully. He snapped back into game mode. "Well they definitely know we're here." He picked up his rifle. "Everybody in."
The front hallway had a door on each wall. Lester watched the door to their left. Jack to the right. Jim went center.
"Hold up, does anybody have a first aid kit?" asked Isaac.
"There WAS one in the Jeep, said Jim."
"So that's a no. I've got a few supplies. Let me see what I can do."
"Clock is ticking, they know we're here. We need to keep clearing," said Jim.
"We don't know what we're up against and have four injured guys," said Isaac. "First aid first."
"Why didn't we call the cops?" asked Jack to no one.

2 minutes of first aid later and they hit the next room. It had a large, multi-landing staircase going straight up to the third floor. Lester went to go up the stairs. Isaac grabbed him and pointed to the staircase. Runes were engraved in each step. "You know what these mean?" he asked Deacon.
"No, but we would climb the stairs each morning, vowing loyalty, subservience, faith..." he trailed off.
Paul appeared above them. "Thank God you're here, you guys gotta help me!"
Deacon looked at the stairs. "Give me the axe," he said to Isaac. As he struck the stairs he was blown across the room.
"Is there another way up?"
"We haven't cleared anything else."
"Well why don't we?"
Deacon struggled to get up. "I've gotta save him."
"Please, let us be family again!"
"Hold on, I'm coming!"
"Why doesn't he come down?"
"He wants us to come up."
"Why haven't we called the cops?"
"Come to me, please."
"How do we get up those steps?"
"We're not doing it without inviting ourselves in."

>>69405187
>>69405199
>he doesn't use f.lux

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>>69406777
>cont
"I WANT MY BROTHER BACK!" screamed Paul. "IF YOU DON'T WANT TO COME BACK, I WILL MAKE YOU!" and he launched himself over the bannister. He landed on his feet and fist, runes glowing across his body.

Up to this point, the group had encountered illusions, runes, and fire breathing dogs. This pushed them past their limit. Most stood and stared. Jim, on the other hand, had enough of this bullshit. He didn't know or understand what was going on. But at the very core of his being he understood that whoever said "Violence never solved anything" simply wasn't trying hard enough. As Paul stood up he was met with two rounds to the chest and one to the head, knocking him back.
"God protects me." Paul responded. You think this will harm me? Jim just continued shooting into his head. Lester snapped out, hitting Paul across the jar with his crowbar and was punched into the wall for his troubles. Jack charged and knocked his opponent down. Jim drew his knife and charged in. Paul knocked off Jack and grabbed Deacon. "You're coming home with us, even if I have to drag you back!" said Paul as he grabbed Deacon and started Climbing the stairs. Jim latched onto his back and heaved backwards, bringing them both down on top of him. "He's getting his power from those tattoos!" exclaimed Isaac.
"Brother, they've been lying to you..." choked out Deacon. "Your whole life."
"These are tattoos! I can't scrub them off!"
"I know it doesn't seem like it, but there's a whole world out there."
"If we had some steel wool, maybe we could take them off through abrasion."
"You remember, when we were kids, how much we would dream of the outside?"
"How fucking long do you want me to hold this asshole?"
“It's even better than that. Out in the world, you're free of the fear, and you can do whatever you want.”
“If you're going to do this shit, grab my fucking knife.”
“Not just what Father tells you to do.”
“I'm not going to skin someone!”

>>69406919
>cont
Paul exhaled and let go of Deacon. “I'm not going to leave. But I can't live without my family whole again.”

Runes lit up across his body and Jim started to burn just touching him. He kicked himself out from under and pulled his handgun, aiming at Paul's head. Isaac grabbed Jim's arm. “He's gonna blow.”
Jim looked at Isaac, then back at Paul, then got up and sprinted to the Jeep with everybody following. As the last door slammed shut he slammed it into reverse and floored it. As he swung onto the road, the house exploded, then the fire, concussive wave, and shrapnel seemed to freeze in place for a second before imploding into nothing. All five sat in the Jeep, silent and gawking for a second.

"So..." started Isaac, "I think we should go to the hospital."
"How about the bar, then the hospital?" responded Jim. The others agreed.
"I'm sorry about your brother," said Jim.
"Thanks," said Deacon, his heart not in it.
"Can we agree to NEVER talk about this again?" asked Jack.
"Yeah."
"Agreed."
"Talk about what?"
Deacon was silent as they drove off.

>>69406964
Thus ends session one. I think I'm going to sleep in a few minutes. Should I continue this tomorrow night or nah?

>>69406882
Nope.

This board has been pretty depressing lately and maybe not so lately. Thanks for sharing this story. It gives me faith we can return this board to its upper glory.

>>69406982
Good stuff man, feel free to keep going.

Perhaps a fitting name would be "WoD Insomnia Thread" for later?

>>69406982
Yeah, keep going. It was forever since we had a decent storytime thread on this board.

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>>69408144
>>69409588
>>69410478
>mfw when my writing gets appreciated by complete strangers and gives others hope.

Unfortunately, I've got to work and cannot continue the thread till later tonight. I will be back. Thanks for the compliments!

>>69410588
Thanks for your story. Sounds like you have a good group and get along well.

>>69410588
I'll try to keep it alive.

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I'm back and completely surprised that people were bumping for me. I was planning on just starting a new thread if this one died.

So I need to break from the story to add a bit of context here. That first session wasn't supposed to happen. It just so happened that we had a group free for a weekend before the campaign was set to begin in full, so one of our players decided to throw together a story right off the cuff with the characters we had ready to go.

That being said, the rest of the party can be briefly described before we set the stage for the next chapter.

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>>69421507

Kaylee was a competitive archer. She managed to make it halfway through the selection process to compete in the last Olympics. Though she still competed for the school, her education was her top priority. Archers might be able to have a longer career than some other athletes, but it's never a sure bet.

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Chad was a hustler. He grew up in a shit house with shit parents. The only thing he learned from his deadbeat dad was to take a hit and see a bluff a mile away. At 16 he had watched his mom get hit for the last time, so he shot his old man in the leg and took off with his prized weighted dice. Since then, he's been living the squatter's life, paying his way by hustling pool, poker, blackjack, and any other game he can figure out.

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Dante was the youngest of the group, just out of high school. Most of his income came from pro gaming, airsoft, and paintball. He was good enough to cover the basics, but not good enough to really circuit with a team yet. He basically worships the ground Jim and Deacon walk on after they taught him to shoot his first "real steel" gun. For what it's worth, they do their best to take care of the kid.

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Tanya was the product of a rather well-to-do household. She was a happy, bubbly person who had no concept of expenses or hard labor. But she did know people. She knew how to get basically anything she wanted. It didn't help that she would turn the head of any heterosexual male (or homosexual female) she walked past. Her major was fashion design, but she had enough money and inheritance she wouldn't have to work.

Last was our dedicated DMNPC, Dr. Smith. He was the physician in charge of the sleep study where they all met.

>>69421507
Great thing to see after getting back from my guitar lesson.

>>69422324
Great to see you, too! (Bass man myself)

>>69421507
To sum up the party as it was intended, we have:
>Deacon, Occult knowledge font and metagame workaround
>Isaac, Science guy who comes up with crazy theories that the GM won't be able to plan around
>Jack, the party Tank
>Lester, the utility artificer who helps deal with physical puzzles
>Jim, stealth guy who can fight his way out of a sticky situation
>Kaylee, long range high-accuracy damage dealer
>Chad, social infiltrator and self-titled group leader
>Dante, combat expert
>Tanya, Social manipulator extraordinaire

The only characters who wound up filling their intended roles were Tanya, Kaylee, and kind of Isaac.

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>>69422762
Thank you, was off taking care of household stuff and eating.

>>69422459
Six months had passed since the incident involving Deacon's brother. Those that were students went back to school. Most of the rest of the group didn't want to know why they came back with burn marks and missing hair. Tanya thought it was some kind of avante-gard fashion statement until she saw Jim's Jeep. She helped fix the upholstery, and he thanked her while witholding his opinion on the new Gucci seat cushioning. Each of the individuals involved dealt with it in their own way.

Deacon was the worst off. He thought himself free of the cult, and this brought him into a new spiral of paranoia. He refused to go back to his house and took up a life of couchsurfing. He dove into research of the cult's activities, and swore that every slight inconvenience was the cult waiting to bring him back. He started spending more time with Isaac in a mutually beneficial relationship. He gave Isaac more insight into occult practices and rituals. In exchange, Isaac gave him insight into the cult's motives and goals.

Jim had seen some shit overseas, but fire breathing dogs, magic, and dudes who take multiple shots to the head and keep going was new. So he did the one thing he knew. He hoarded every spare round, weapon, MRE, and survival gadget he could find. A few missed rent payments later and he found himself with an eviction notice and nowhere to go.

Jack had been kicked off the football team for damaging school property. It was tough to give a reason why all his pads were burned in a way the coach would believe. He harbored a bit of resentment towards the rest of them and avoided them at all costs.

Lester went back to work as a mechanic. He did his thing much as he did before, and really just didn't pay any mind to what happened.

>>69422995
>cont
Finding themselves low on funds and friends, Isaac, Jim, and Deacon decided to pool most of the rest of their resources into a safehouse. They found an abandoned radio station and decided to make it theirs. A few bits of furniture were moved, and some surplus military bunks were tossed into offices to make bedrooms. They spent most of their free time clearing out equipment and turning this into a last stand option. Chad knew an opportunity when he saw one, and living with reduced rent with a bunch of armed paranoid nutjobs offered some decent security, so he moved in as well.

All of them still showed up for their weekly sleep study sessions. It was coming up on the two-year mark soon, and the routine was a slight comfort to most of them. Tonight, they gathered as normal. They chatted up a bit in the lobby of the clinic while awaiting Dr. Smith. Kaylee and Jim noticed the staff was moving in more Oxygen tanks than usual that night. Kaylee spoke up. "Am I the only one who sees they're moving these tanks around?" Jim added to his spitter. "Eh. Not my problem," he said. "Is anybody going to ask what they're doing?" she asked, loudly enough for the staff to overhear.
"Well," started Isaac, "Nitrous Oxide and higher levels of Oxygen have been proven to put patients out quickly as they..." Everybody stopped listening.

A few minutes later and Dr. Smith entered the room. "Is everybody here?"
"Why are there more oxygen tanks today?" asked Kaylee
"It's part of tonight's test. We've been getting some anomalous responses the past couple of months and are reorganizing the equipment. The rooms themselves will be tested tonight to rule out random errors caused by environmental contamination. We had been getting fairly consistent responses, so this makes us think there's another issue at hand..." Only Isaac continued listening.

>>69423219
>cont
One thorough explanation later, the group was herded into their individual rooms, where they changed into hospital gowns and drifted off to sleep.

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>>69423237
>cont
Jim swung. He was sleeping so well. Then there was shouting, gunfire, and a needle in his arm. So he reacted. It took a second to realize he had connected with Dr. Smith, bleeding from a gunshot wound to the shoulder. "What the fuck?" was the only response his brain could muster.
The Doctor got up, nursing his cheek. "We don't have time to explain now. We need to wake up everybody and get out. They're terminating the project and erasing its existence." Jim was dumbfounded. He realized that Jack was in the room with them. "Tell me you've got a weapon for me." They shook their heads. "Shit. Welp, let's fuck this goat." And he sprinted out of the room.

To his left was a thick double door setup. A fire axe had been pushed through the door handles as a makeshift lock. To his right was a long hallway with doors to the sleeping rooms on either side. It terminated in another set of double doors and an Exit sign. Bullet holes in the blocked doors registered that he must have been drugged pretty good to sleep through gunshots. While he was surveying his surroundings, Smith ran past and started swiping the sleeping quarters' door locks with his room key. One by one they were unlocked.

Jim ran to the closest one. Isaac was asleep inside. Jim ran up, grabbed the mattress, and flipped it over as hard as he could. It worked. "BUILDING'S ON FIRE. WE HAVE TO MOVE. NOW" He shouted. He turned to sprint out. "Grab an Oxygen tank" said Isaac. "You might need it." Jim had no idea what he was talking about, but figured it made about as much sense as everything else going on. He listened.

Isaac dressed quickly, grabbed a tank, and ran outside. By this time, Jim was several doors down. Apparently he was waking everyone in the same manner. He saw Jack was trying to wedge steel around the door to prevent it from moving. He was glowing.
"What's going on with that?" asked Isaac. The sound of another thump, Jim screaming commands, and confused muttering could be heard.

>>69423562
>cont
"They're trying to get in. I'm trying to keep the door closed."
"I mean you're glowing."
"Why are you even here right now?"
Isaac snapped back to the present. "These are steel doors. If we can open this valve up, the low temperature could create a chemical bond between-"
"Can I get that in English?"
"If we can break off the valve on the tank, we can use it to weld the door shut. Do you have anything that can?"
Jack grabbed the tank with one hand and broke the valve off with the other, hosing down the seal between the doors. Isaac crooked an eyebrow. "We're going to have to discuss this later."

>>69423892
>cont
By this time, Jim had made it to the far end of the hall. He had woken just about everyone, and the group was all either awake and changing or heading towards the exit. He held the door open and swung his arms to usher them through "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. LA-DI-DA-DI EVERYBODY. DROP WHAT YOU'RE DOING UNLESS IT'S VITAL AND MOVE. YOUR. ASS."

Lester, Dante, and Chad moved to help Isaac and Dante as they were finishing their weld. "This won't hold anything back for long, but it'll help," said Isaac.
"What about the beds? Are they heavy enough to block this?" opined Chad.
They all moved to grab the bed from the nearest room and lay it across the doors before running towards the exit.

Deacon, Kaylee, and Tanya were the first three out of the hallway, Jim screaming and pushing them towards a stairwell heading down. They ran down, skipping steps until they came to the ground floor. There was a small, enclosed lobby for a service entrance. In front of the door out was a security guard with a stun baton. They all dodged into the small reception area and took cover. Deacon threw a novelty mug only to watch it bounce helplessly off the guard's kevlar vest. Kaylee went through drawers looking for a more effective weapon. Tanya started talking to him. "Listen, we're innocent. We didn't do anything. Can't you let us leave? We won't tell anybody."

That's when Dante and Chad came barreling down the stairs. They took one look at the guard and dove for cover. The guard started to move up, careful to prevent anybody from escaping, looking to subdue his quarry. He didn't even notice the giant clothed mechanic and naked man jumping at him from the top of the stairs.

>>69424159
>cont
I feel the need to break from the story to discuss something. Everybody took the time to put clothes on before leaving. Everyone but Jim. He was wearing the following items:
>His boots
>His lucky subdued American flag operator cap
>and one of those little paper-thin hospital gowns that perpetually leaves your entire back exposed with tiny little strings that come undone when you look at them wrong.
Jim, as a character, just really didn't give a shit about a lot more than surviving the next few seconds in an emergency situation, so he would not have even thought about putting his clothes back on. That would take time he didn't have. And when he and Lester dropped down to see the guard holding the door, both of them performed a flying dive tackle from height to take him down.

The guard was pinned at the legs by Lester. Jim took his upper half, which made things significantly more uncomfortable for Lester at the bottom. Point of fact, Jim was the only person who was not completely uncomfortable by the turn of events.

Quick aside, I have to get up extra early. I'm going to finish this bit and get to bed.

>>69424159
>cont
With the guard distracted, Isaac knew he could make a move. He eyed the glass door, mandatory office water cooler, and abandoned oxygen tank. "Alright, if we can shatter this just right, we can pour water over this and bust the whole window loose. Jack, get the tank. Chad, get the cooler. No, just pull the water bottle off."

The guard couldn't free himself from under Lester and Jim, but he could maneuver to punch Jim in the face. The impact wasn't much, but it moved his head out of the way just enough to clear a shot for Kaylee to throw a letter opener at him. The object was too blunt to stick home, but it left a gash in his neck.

"Great, now break the window here, here, and here."

Lester and Jim both fought to keep the guard from getting control of the baton. He finally kicked Lester loose and was starting to inch it closer to Jim's face. Lester dove in to help, but Jim saw an opening. He summoned every ounce of strength he had and jammed his thumb into the cut left by the letter opener. He kept digging until the man stopped moving. "Jesus Christ." muttered Chad. "That was AWESOME," added Dante. Tanya vomited in the corner. Lester barely held his own back.

"Alright, grab that water and start to pour it over. Jack, I want you to spray it with..."

The door swung open as Kaylee swiped the guard's key card.

Alright, not sure if anybody is still on and paying attention. But I've got to get going for now. Will update if possible tomorrow, but I doubt it. Worst case, I start a new thread. Have a good [insert appropriate time for your location here].

>>69424657
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I put this up on suptg. we need more of this kind of quality stuff preserved.

>>69428459
I wouldn't say high quality yet but if you mean that as authentic and not fake af sounding besides that one "it could be a trap" line then he'll yeah. I'm enjoying it and can't wait for more!

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OP here. Just discovered that my computer is the only one at work that can access 4chan. I will attempt to keep plugging through the tale, but pictures may not necessarily be an option and I can't sit at my desk typing all day.

>>69432504
You got a strange special sort of computer dude. And an interesting job that you aren't stuck at a desk all day.

>>69432533
>interesting job
that's...one way of putting it. Vehicle electrirican, but when I'm not working on a vehicle I'm expected to be A) prepping for the next vehicle or B) roaming through the location giving advice and assisting other departments.

>>69428459
Thank you for both the compliment and the upload!

>>69428489
I do try and keep everything authentic to what happened. That trap comment was a bit of metagaming by the pc. This group has been ongoing for close to 10 years now, and I was playing with them for about 7. And when you game together for that long, reading the GM and knowing what they're going to do becomes slightly inescapable.

>>69428459
Also, I will admit the plot is fairly cheesy at points.

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