>>5562642
>Slimy. It's like a small, weird, warm water bed. It feels elastic and gooey. You want to swim out of it.

>>5562642
I'm guessing . . .
>Fluffy
Uh, fantasy maybe?
>Slimy
Biopunk. Definitely biopunk.
>Metal
Post-apocalyptic sci-fi? Then my vote is for . . .
>SLIMY

>>5562642
>>Metal. It's cold freezing temperatures are not inviting. The earthiness of it wants to fill in the crevices of your clothes making you itchy. You want to jump out of it.
RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE

>>5562642
"BPBPBLBLBL!"
Your other senses unlock. You can hear now. You force your arms through the vicious substance. That itself doesn't hurt you, but you're still stinging, and you need to breathe.
"BWAAAAAH! Huff... Huff.."
It was surprisingly shallow, yet you're gasping for air like you almost drowned. You force your legs and use the leverage of the ground to pop out of the blue and pink creature. Wait... Creature!?
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"BLLLLLLLLL!"
SHITSHITSHIT WHAT DO YOU DO?
>Scream and Panic. This will go well.
>RUNRUNRUN!
>DIPLOMACY! (1d20-5 Bo3)
>Fuck this, Slimes are easy right? Kick this motherfucker. (1d20-5 Bo3)

Rolled 11 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5562666
>>Fuck this, Slimes are easy right? Kick this motherfucker. (1d20-5 Bo3)
p u n t

(If the vote isn't settled in a reasonable amount of time, usually the first option to be voted for will be picked and the QM will roll for any remaining tries left.)

>>5562677
I didn't even see what it was so it's probably fine.

>>5562680
I give up. Just count my vote for the "fuck this" and wait for others to roll.

>>5562666
>>5562675
>Result: 10
You know what? You're the main character. You don't have to take this shit. Slimes? They're the easiest fucking thing on the planet. Even a bag of bones like you could ice this bitch.
"Hey! The MC is back in town! That means fuck off me!"
You strike your leg through the slime.
"EEEEEEEEB!"
You successfully kick it away... And.... It's crying?
"EEEHEHEHEHEHE WAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
(You can roll a 1d20-5 Bo1 to try to figure what the fuck is going on)
It's distracted! What do you do?
>Go in for the kill baby!
>Run now, can you really kill a slime?
>Apologize?
>Write-in

Rolled 9 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5562685
>Investigate

>>5562694
>Result: 4
You have no clue what is happening. Better make the right decision on gut instinct then.

>>5562685
>>Apologize?

>>5562685
Ok, maybe you don't have to be such a dick head. You didn't know if that thing was going to kill you! You were drowning! Shit... The tingling around your neck flares up again. You reach for your throat to try to comfort yourself and speak clearly.
"I-.... I'm sorry....."
Your awkward stance is still in a fighting position. You quickly tense up as the monster rushes towards you in a snake like form.
>Dodge! I knew this fucker was evil! (1d20-5 Bo2. You didn't know it was gonna ambush you.)
>Stand still, this might not be bad, right?
>GLOURIOUS COUNTER-ATTACK! ( (1d20-5 Bo1. You didn't know it was gonna ambush you.)

(Getting a trip now since my ID is changing.)

>>5562716
>Stand still, this might not be bad, right?
We wanted to apologise - only fair if its a bit upset. Maybe it's a hugger, not a fighter? Worst case we're back to being in the goo again, which wasn't that bad.

>>5562775
Is this really how you go out? You were beating it up and now because it whined a little you let down your guard and you will longer continue to be here. Swiftly the cotton candy colored cretin whooshes up your leg and wraps around your neck. Great, now it's going for your weak spot. Just then you feel warm, not from the slime, but from something else. It doesn't take long for you to feel better, though your breathing is still a little out of whack. Then it takes a globby appendage out and reprimands(?) you?
"BLD! BLD!"
"S-Sorry!" You manage to squeak out.
You feel a heavy weight on your shoulder as it morphs and nuzzles into place.
>"You gonna pay rent?"
>Swat it off your shoulder
>"What's your name?"
>Take a look around where you are.
>Try to remember something. (Specify)
>Write-In

>>5562784
>ask why I was sleeping on it
and please be a slime girl like holy FUCK please!

>>5562784
You turn to look on your shoulder.
"What where you doing while I was sleeping? Eating me?"
The bulbous orb shakes from side to side, then produce an image. It morphs it's body into a moving photo. It was you sprawled out, hitting the ground. Also something was shooting from your head. Or it's an antenna? Or it just has to make that shape to make images. You honestly have no idea. (Only a crit on 1d20 would help this.)
"Did I fall from the sky or something?"
It responds with a "?" shape. So maybe?
Honestly this whole thing is weird.
>"What's your name?"
>Ask more questions. (Specify)
>Take a look around where you.
>Try to remember something. (Specify)
>Write-In

>>5562799
>>"What's your name?"

>>5562799
>What are you?
>Where am I?

>>5562799
Usually when you meet someone (is it a something?) you ask their name. So you lean down to eye, er, slime level and ask.
"What's your name?"
It bubbles and gurgles in response.
"BLBLBLBLBLB!"
Yeah, you really didn't think it would start speaking human all of the sudden after all those weird noises it made.
Maybe if you're a little more firm? You lean closer.
"What are you? Where am I?"
"BLLLLLLLLLLLLL BA BL BL BA BL BA BLLLL."
Instead of continuing on with it's nonsensical sounds it leads to you up a grassy hill into a nearby tree. Then for some reason there's a beach nearby. It kinda reminds you of something. You squint your eyes and see...
>A bro, bro!
>A shy, afraid girl.

>>5562816
>>A bro, bro!
I don't think the energy we're giving off would be well received by the alternate option.

>>5562816
Is that? It's a human!
"HEY!" You shout and wave to get his attention. And he has a friend! A big friend....
"RUN AWAYYYYYYYYY!"
Fuck, you don't have much time to think. Wait, how is a shark running on land? And why is it so fast!?
Luckily he's running along the beach and not towards you. You are pretty weak and you don't have much strength to save him...
>GO SLIME! I CHOOSE YOU! (1d20-5 Bo2)
>Start menacingly walking towards the Shark.
>Run and drop-kick the shark. (1d20-5 Bo1)
>Run along with your new friend.
>Try to distract the shark. (Specify how, roll will depend on how you decide to do it.)
>Leave him to his fate.
>Write-in.

/qst/ seems slow today. Even in other threads, should I just wait for tomorrow?

Rolled 1 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5562853
>GO SLIME! I CHOOSE YOU! (1d20-5 Bo2)

>>5562869
your call. more people will discover your quest over the weekend.

>>5562869
It's just a burger thing. /qst/ is mostly Americans so expect American hours. If you feel you'd be more motivated to wait for tomorrow and seeing what comes in then, that's perfectly fine. I usually don't vote because of samefagging but I -am- participating, if that helps.

>>5562890
Result: Critical failure.
Alright you basically tamed this thing right? Time for the power of teamwork to shine through.
"ALRIGHT BUDDY, HEADS UP!" You quickly snatch the soft chunk of goo of the ground and baseball pitch this thing right at the shark.
"BLLLLLLLL NENENENENENEEEEEEEE!" There's a panicked look in the non-existent eyes of you slime. If it didn't take you out, how would it take a Shark out? Maybe you should've thought of that before you threw your only pal. The shark looks behind him and dodges out the way, nailing the blonde surfer dude.
"OOF!" FUCK! You just screwed not only this guy over but your slime buddy too! Now the Shark's going to eat them both! What the hell are you going to do!?
>I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS! Drop kick while he's busy eating them! (1d20-5 Bo3)
>Perfect! Now you can extra safely abandon them!
>Suplex that fucker(1d20-5 Bo1)
>Distraction??? (Specify how.)
>Write-in
I'll keep going for a bit till I get tired or reach an actual good part/actual world building or characterization maybe.

>>5562906
Forgot Tag.
>>5562903
I honestly am only expecting just 1 or 2 people. I don't think I even need many to participate. It's gonna be a little slow in the beginning, when you don't know jack shit and you try to explore everything, how it works, and sleep mechanics etc.

Rolled 6 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5562906
>>Distraction
Sand attack, get it in its eyes.
Then:
>>Suplex that fucker(1d20-5 Bo1)

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>>5562906
Result: An Unnatural Critical Failure.
Alright, you got the plan layed out in your head... Throw sand at him, then go for the Suplex.
"POCKET SAND!"
The shark turns around at the disturbance and gets a bunch of sand in it's teeth. He looks more confused at your proclaiming of the pocket nature of the sand you tossed rather than your attempt to bother him. He spits it back out you but you're already prepared for that. Suplex time! You tackle the shark, except it's... kinda awkward. Your footing it off and you sink in the sand a bit while you try to lift this beast up. But really just end up hugging him. You look stupid but that's all you need because-
"Hey! Shark!"
The would-be victim thwacks the multi-colored trident right at his nose. Apparently they're sensitive there because he looks fucked up. He tumbles onto you and tries to get one last bite out of you before it goes out.
>Dodge (Bo3 1d20-5)
>Some sneaky shit I haven't thought of.

Rolled 19 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5562930
>>Dodge (Bo3 1d20-5)

>>5562930
>Result: Success
You're tired of fucking up. And you're definitely not going to die 5 minutes after waking up. You roll to the side and big blue beast chomps into the sand. Then you see blood. I thought you didn't fuck up! Wait, you didn't, that's just shark blood. The stranger pulls his weapon out of the slab of seafood and offers you his hand.
"You okay buddy?"
>"Yeah, thanks."
>"BLOOD, THERE'S BLOOD ALL OVER ME!"
>Don't take his hand. You know him. Something's off. Wait, do you know him?

Alright, it seem a little soon but I think I'll leave it at here today so we can get a consistent player later. Right now it seems all over the place when one random drops in and switches for another one so it would probably be best to wait. A little saddening but it's my fault to post the quest during this time. While we wait consider some of the following spoiler-ish questions.
Who do you think you are?
Who is this strange man?
How do you think this world works?
Where's that cat you heard?
How will you wake up and what will happen then?

>>5562942
>>"BLOOD, THERE'S BLOOD ALL OVER ME!"

>>5562942
>>"Yeah, thanks."

Pinpricks around our neck, sleepy vibe, strange world that we apparently just fell into isekai style... If this were a sci-fi setting I'd guess we are in Cryo/induced sleep with this world a simulated place where the sleepers can keep their minds stimulated.
Is there a cat trying to wake us up? Is it dinner time for kitty?

>>5562942
>The first choice to be chosen will break the tie.
"BLOOD! THERE'S BLOOD ALL OVER OVER ME!"
It would make sense to panic as both of you almost got killed by something never seen before. You may haven't successfully defended your fellow man, but you still chose the right decision and distracted it long enough for both of you to take it out.
"Calm your shit dude! You look even more fucked up than that thing!" The hell does he mean by that? You decide to ignore it. Kicking the assailant off you he goes to pull you back up with his hand but almost gets covered in spit and crimson. Instead he offers his trident to grab onto as he hoists you back up.
"You seem to be okay broseph. A lil' dirty but you aren't hurt at all." The way he talks is peculiar, sometimes he sounds so chill he's high, others his energetic nature makes him seem like a dumb Jock. "Do you know where we are bro?"
>"You sound annoying, can you change that?"
>"No fucking idea, maybe let's take a look around."
>"Of course I do it's‐" (1d20-5 to lie. Also specify where you think you are or say you're making up random bullshit.)
>"Can I have my slime buddy back?" (Maybe you should give it name, unless Slime buddy is what's good enough for you.)
>"I think I put the pieces together... Can you stab me?"
>Look at this guy closer, maybe you're missing something or he's tricking you.
>Fuck this shit, you're walking away.
>Write-in

>>5563439
>"No fucking idea, maybe let's take a look around."
>"Can I have my slime buddy back?" (Maybe you should give it name, unless Slime buddy is what's good enough for you.)
Flubber

>>5563439
"Not a single clue. Can I have Flubber back by the way?" You decide to name it Flubber for now. You can always change your mind if you feel like this name doesn't suit it. The weapon melts in his hand and plops onto the ground. Not towards any single person, but a little way out of both of you. Hurtful. "The only way we'll know where we are is if we look around."
"I guess you're right. I have a feeling we should look this way though." You look back and the place were you came from isn't there anymore. Huh. Leading the way, your still unnamed companion trots ahead with you and Flubber behind. It's strange how both of you are accepting this new reality so fast. You have a bit of time to ask questions, ponder, or do anything else before you're lead towards your destination.
>BLOOD! THERE'S STILL BLOOD ALL OVER ME! (Wash it off in the ocean.)
>"Who are you?"
>"How did you transform Flubber into that? Maybe I could help next time we're in a situation like that."
>"Did you see anything before you waken up?"
>"'Feel like we should head this way' are you sure you don't know where we are?"
>Write-in

>>5563460
>>"Who are you?"
>"How did you transform Flubber into that? Maybe I could help next time we're in a situation like that."

>>5563460
Time to start asking some questions people can actually answer. "Who the heck are you and how can you do that?"
"Sorry, no idea how I did that broski." God damn it.
"But-cha can call me Adrian. You?"
"My name is... Oh no." You forgot your name too. Why do you know nothing?
"Ono? I never met someone name Ono before but I vibe with it. Hey man you okay? You look like a wreck, even before all that red spilled on you."
You feel normal but your normal always feels like shit. Except your neck. Why does that keep happening? You'll find out soon probably as you see a group of people up ahead.
"Maybe they can help me out." You spot what looks like some sort of tiki bar.
You go to wave but Adrian suddenly grabs ahold of your wrist, "I-I.... Do you really want to talk to these guys dude?" He clearly looks distressed but the batch of laughing and giggling people partying it up makes it seem like a good time. It doesn’t even seem suspicious aside from the fact the world around them seems abnormal.
>"How do you do fellow Beach-goers?"
>Do you know these guys or something?
>It's obviously a trap, let's turn around.
>Write-In

>>5563747
>Do you know these guys or something?

>>5563747
Adrian composes himself and let's go, "I do. And something feels wrong. Very wrong." Uncharacteristically, he starts to break it down. "This is obviously the Beach that's in Paradise, and those are the peeps I always hangout with but-" he takes a step away with a bead of sweat dripping down his face, "Nothing here makes sense. Even you seem familiar but I've never met you in my life."
"HEY! GET OVER HERE ALREADY!" One of the guys is calling out, with the rest smiling and waving. He seems inviting, there's even a couple spots open left.
"Ah man, Adrian bro we gotta go catch up. We owe you drinks remember?" Another man that appears out of nowhere steps behind Adrian and wraps an arm around him completely ignoring you. Adrian's face seems to crack again but remains calm. It seems he's being dragged with him.
>"Can I come with?"
>"I don't think he wants to go."
>Just punch the dude and get it over with already.
>Silently follow behind.
>Write-in

>>5563758
>"I don't think he wants to go."

>>5563758
"Hey, I don't think Adrian wants to go man."
Again, he flat out ignores you. Wait a minute, he hasn't mentioned the blood either. Can he not see you?
The blonde surfer is continously dragged along towards the bar. If you really want to stop him you'll have to try something. Flubber continously bubbles in a panic, not sure of what you will do or what will happen to Adrian.
>Start shouting, they can't ignore you if you keep trying to the point it affects conversation.
>Follow closely beside them so they don't try anything.
>Crack your knuckles. Physical violence it is!
>Try to snap Flubber out of it and get them to do something.
>Write-In

>>5563767
>Try to snap Flubber out of it and get them to do something.
>Crack your knuckles. Physical violence it is!
Come on Flubber, it's time to kick ass!

>>5563792
Give me 2d20-5. Specificy which one is for convincing and which one is for attack.

Rolled 15 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5563796
Rolling to convince Flubber to help us

Rolled 1 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5563796
And now rolling to attack them

>>5563807
Kek

>>5563767
(Gonna stop the result thing and only use it when I need to. Best results will always be taken unless there's a critical.)

"Flubber, we have to save our friend!"
Awestruck by your selflessness Flubber goes to slow down target while you get a good hit in.
"Hey man, leave him alone!" You take one wide swing and miss. As he almost approaches the bar you take one last kick and Flubber desperately tries to slow him down. But fate really wants to fuck with you because once more, you fall onto the ground and cover yourself in sand. The two men sit at the bar as he lifts his drink for a toast.
"Hey guys! Guess to just got here? Now the party is started!" The group raises their cups in the air, each one making different compliments about him telling him how great of a guy he is. The same guy from earlier who is completely fine steps up.
"Adrian, you're a bro dude. You're almost always the driver, spot us some cash when our pockets are empty, and most of all you're damn good at your job. You're a hero dude. Cheers!"
Adrian meekly clicks his own glass with everyone else and chugs the drink quickly, looking to get out. Suddenly a bell rings and from Adrian looks like he almost shit himself.
"HELP, SOMEONE'S DROWNING!"
Adrian quickly leaps out of the chair and runs away. But doesn't run towards the water but away?
>"Hey man, time to step up!"
>It's obvious he can't do it himself. Time to be a hero.
>"Flubber, you can save a drowning human, right?"
>Run after Adrian.
>Write-in

>>5563827
>Run after Adrian.
>"Hey man, time to step up!"

Rolled 6 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5563830
Give 1d20-5. The DC is gonna be really high though.
Best of three. I'll go ahead and roll one.

Rolled 9 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5563832

>>5563836
We will probably stop here today while we wait for another person to help with roll/votes and such.

>>5563850
Alright, I was about to head to bed anyway.
Till later Sleepy.

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>5563832
>>5563830
+1

We about to shame him so hard.

Rolled 17 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5563832

>>5563827
You run after Adrian grabbing his arm. When he turns to look at you there are tears in his eyes. "I'M NOT HERE! I CAN'T DO IT!" You can tell he's been through a lot. The scar across his nose. The funny way he walks. "STOP! LEAVE ME ALONE!" The cheerful figures from before have had their faces become a dark blurred mess with only their frowns being visible.
"How could he let her die like that?"
"He should be in prison for killing her!"
"Why aren't you the one dead Weren't you supposed to save her life?"
"What a fucking dissapoint of a human being. If literally anybody else was there that girl would be saved."
You grab his shoulders and pierce into his eyes. "You aren't your failures. You can always step up to make things right, no matter how impossible they seem. I believe in you, not because of how good or skilled you are, but because you're my bro dude."
Through tears and whimpers, Adrian drags his feet to the shoreline. But then he sees a shark. A couple sharks. Several. Dozens. They slowly wade through the water like molasses in circles around their victim. He's stuck now.

You now have an important choice to make. You think for a moment to consider the options but are interrupted by a meow in your head. What do you say or do?

>Write-In

>>5564544
>"Punch the sharks in their stupid noses Adrian!"
>Try to go help him
I'm very confused. Is this some sort of personal hell for him?

>>5564552
You can do a 1d20-5 to try to wrap your head around this situation. Without having to roll though you know it's very targeted. Everyone at the bar didn't even acknowledge your or Flubber's existence.

I usually let one vote stir things along but this important choice I want at least three, whether or not they are unanimous.

Rolled 9 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>5564560
Rolling to try to understand

>>5564562
You're too panicked in the moment to think about this. You got dozens of sharks ahead, a group of douchebags behind you, that damn cat again, and are struggling to even think of what to do now.

>>5564565
Maybe we could try to grab the cat?
I'm blaming the cat

>>5564566
Can you describe to me how you do that?

>>5564573
The meow is on our head right? Maybe think really hard?
I'm still going with my original idea though. >>5564552

>>5564581
Understood. That is a possible action to take. But for now we'll have to wait for 2 others for this one vote. It may take awhile.

>>5564584
Ok.
This quest may be too smart for me, but I'm enjoying it.

>>5564585
A lot will get explained, but for now this is kinda like a chapter 0 of sorts. The players will have to ask many questions to figure things out. Some may take rolls, others not. Even your own name you'll have to figure out eventually. Creativity is highly encouraged. Glad you're enjoying it though, even if it's usually just 1 person at a time.

>>5564552
+1

>>5564552
+1
Adrian got to channel the Shark Punching Center. Those sharks ain't going to punch themselves; they got no hands to do so.

>>5564544
>Silence falls onto the realm, only to be broken by a meow. A choice with severe consequences has been made. No rolls may alter the fate that is to come.

"Come on Adrian! Let's get to punching!" You expect to encounter severe resistance, but oddly it isn't that hard. Your showmanship inspires Adrian to start wading through the water and hit the sharks. At first it was very meek, hesitance pulling him back. But to stop the growing injuries on him he puts much more force into it.
"You got this Adrian!" The waters grow red. From his own blood yes, but also the sharks. What was once punches on snouts and grapples to toss away quickly become much more brutal. After chasing one away with Flubber you look over to see a horrifying scene. Eyes pop out of the fishes as he decks them. His own swarm with a shade of yellow as his pupils become vertical slits. He blocks another one with his arm. As it chomps down it doesn't find squishy flesh, but hardened scales. He swims even faster than before and soon it's just clouds of mists and guts around him as he goes to save the girl.
The girl looks obviously dead. Her skin is as pale as yours, but with a more grayish, decrepit expression. A small portion of her torso looks like something took a bite out of it. Her eyes two vacant pearls as it's hard to tell where the iris and pupils begin and the scelra end. She's hastily dropped onto the hot sand as Adrian desperately performs CPR. It doesn't take long before she's coughing up water, but also blood. He picks her back up in his arms.
"Sis, I'm so sorry I failed you...."
A flimsy arm heaves up and her hand touches Adrian's scaley face. It's hard to tell if he's crying anymore with his inhumane eyes.
A ghastly voice speaks. It's harsh on your ears.
"Brother-" She interupts herself to cough up more blood. "don't let them-"
More sharks raid the coastline.
"This isn't how-"
Flubber latches onto the gills of one as it grows legs and walks towards the duo.
"I believe in-"
You're fully back onto the sand and you start thrashing around trying to hold them off.
"Just don't lose your-"
Adrian trembles as one of the sharks is about to eat his sibling again.

One. Last. Time.

You throw a punch, but the shark dodges it. He opens his mouth and you feel teeth about to decapitate you. The last thing you hear is Adrian shout with rage and bouts of endless violence.

You wake up, breathless. You're suspended in the air. You have a rope around your neck.

(That's all for now! Tomorrow I have work stuff to do so uploads may be inconsistent/late. Thanks for voting and I hope to catch you next time.)

That ominous feeling that you tried to ignore before overwhelms you. The air you were barely holding onto is repelled outward. You feel your eyes leaking, but you aren't sure if it's tears or blood. Your skin that was paler than a ghoul fades into a red and purple. You kick and thrash into the air trying to find the ground. Your arms tense up as you grip the rope trying to pull it off.

>Keep thrashing, hoping your weight will collapse it.
>Try to lift your own weight and try to traverse up the rope.
>Try to scream for help.
>Write-In

>>5566119
>Try to lift your own weight and try to traverse up the rope.

>>5566121
I'm gonna wait until tomorrow to post so that the other one or two people will be able join, but in the meantime roll a 1d20-3. You may be weak but you are light.

Rolled 2 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>5566142

>>5566145
I have failed all the rolls I made so far

>>5566148
Someone else can come in clutch. If not I'll also make a roll.

Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>5566119
>Try to lift your own weight and try to traverse up the rope.
>>5566142
Lift damn you!

>>5566387
Shit

Rolled 10 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>5566142
Adrenaline be wack. Mother's throw cars off their kids with the stuff, we can lift our own weight surely.

What have we learned?
We do one hell of a job motivating people into action, but we're hella bad at doing action.

>>5566429
I feel like if I gave too many answers that would be kind of cheating, but if there is any specifics within your memory, aka the posts above, I would be happy to elaborate on.

>>5566119
You desperately attempt to try to lift yourself up, even enough just to just not choke. But you're already foaming at the mouth, past the point of trying to gain any comfort. Why? Nononononono. You can't die, not yet, you've have so much to figure out. Who are you? Where's Adrian? What the hell is that weird dream? [b/]STOP THAT CAT'S SCREAMING![b/] What is-

>The playful meows have turned mournful and low pitched. A great sacrifice has been made to save your life.

You see the rope change, almost as if the twine is peeling away piece by piece. As your vision fades you swore you saw a piece of pink and blue cotton candy melt away at the hemp, only to left with a sad, fading bubble...

You awaken to hear a knock on your door.
>"Hello?"
>"Not a good time!"
>Do not answer.
>Peek to see who it is before deciding.

>>5566481
>failing to do tags correctly, my one job

>>5566481
>"Hello?"

I meant my comment as more of what we've learned from the rolls rather than what has been known overall in this setting.

>piece of pink and blue cotton candy melt away at the hemp, only to left with a sad, fading bubble..
My best guess for what this means its some part of the mind, a happy joy or cheer that we, or whatever we're currently controlling, had to give up

>>5566485
Spoiler if it wasn't clear already.
Flubber sacrificed their life for you to live since you failed your rolled to save yourself.

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>>5566487

>>5566481
>Peek to see who it is before deciding.
>"Hello?"
>>5566487
RIP

>>5566481
>>"Hello?"

>>5566481
"H-... Hell oh?" Talking is still kinda hard after you were almost hanged. What the hell man. Did you really try to kill yourself?
"You responded! Um... are you okay? I heard some noise when I was about to head out. Do you want to open the door?"
You're still laying on the floor and everything hurts. Sunshine is peeking from the blinds and is slamming into your eyelids. But the voice on the other side is sort of... comforting? It sounds almost like a starry-eyed little brother concerned for his big sibling.
But would you really want him to see you like that? Well, it may not matter. You don't know who it is.
>"Sorry kid I can't come out right now."
>Open the door.
>"Yes just give me a second." Try to wrestle the rope off of you.
>Write-in

>>5566794
>"Yes just give me a second." Try to wrestle the rope off of you.

>>5566798
Roll 1d20-1. It's wrapped around pretty tight but for some reason you are familiar with the work.

>>5566794
>Open the door.

We'll have to wait for a tie breaker for now.
Happy that multiple people are taking interest though.

Rolled 16 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>5566804

>>5566813
>“Yes just give me a second”

>>5566794
Apologies for the long wait folks. That tie lasted for awhile.


"Yeah, give me a second." You take the rope and start fiddling with it. Honestly, this is a lot easier when you aren't dieing. It doesn't take long at all because while you do know the workings of a hangman's noose, the ropework itself wasn't going to be winning any boy scout badges. You hide the rope under your bed quickly and open the door. Wait a minute, what? There isn't anyone there. Then you look down. Oh.
"You actually opened the door!" You didn't get much of a look as suddenly the wind gets knocked out from your lungs. It feels oddly warm as he nozzles into your chest but hurts because of his strength. Or your weakness.
"Alright Champ, air, air!"
For one last second he gives you an even tighter squeeze before letting go. Then he bombards you with words, well not many, but too much to get right after dieing and almost dieing.
"Wow, it's good to see you. It's been awhile to get you to open your door. You look different. Are you okay? You look like you got a rash on your neck. Also you look really bad. Do you need me to take you anywhere?" He takes one moment to breathe and asks again, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Like you could say anything else.
He then gives you puppy dog eyes and asks one last question, "Do you want to head to campus with me?"

>"I don't think I will. At least not today." You're dieing left and right and have no clue who anyone is, including yourself, and have no idea where you're at. Education is kinda secondary to getting your shit together.
>"Sure." You can't pause your life like that. Even if shit is hitting the fan.
>Write-in?

>>5570469
>"Sure." You can't pause your life like that. Even if shit is hitting the fan.

>>5570469
>"Sure." You can't pause your life like that. Even if shit is hitting the fan.

>>5570469
>>"Sure." You can't pause your life like that. Even if shit is hitting the fan.

>>5570469
"Sure." A bright light shines in his eyes.
"Really? Ok, I'll meet you outside in about 10 minutes then! Don't try to skip again!" Again? You don't think you're the type to skip school. You go towards your closet and open it up to find a school uniform. It has sparse, small particles of dust. You really have been skipping. But you also didn't see your unnamed friend wear a uniform. You could easily clean this up and wear it but would you look like a dork doing so?

>wear the uniform
>don't wear the uniform

You also take this time to look in the mirror and get yourself presentable. Your hair is the most obvious thing, so you start brushing it into a style that feels natural. You pop into the bathroom real quick. Judging by the towel on the floor, you already showered last night. So the only things you need to do are to brush your teeth and use some deodorant. Any other hygiene things to do? No? Good. But it still feels like you're missing something(s) to take with you in your way out.
>Name all the objects you are looking for. Everything from the obvious ones to something more subtle.
(It doesn't necessarily have to be something you're looking to take with you either. After all you need any information you can get.)

>>5571770
>wear the uniform.
Looking like a dork should be the least of our hero's concerns after what he?she?shark puncher, went through, especially after the sharks.
>Wallet
>Keys
>Phone
>Lucky trinket
>Pepper spray
>Photos
>A pan
>Pocket sand
>Flubber
>Mirror
>Food
I'm going to dub this new guy Flubber 2.0. Let's hope he doesn't meet the same fate.

>>5571770
>You can always mess with or try to use objects in the world and in your inventory in various ways you can think of.

First of all, the things you don't find. There isn't any sand in your house, surprising as that may be. No pepper spray or mace. No sort of lucky trinket or Flubber sadly. Maybe you can go buy some later.

You check the kitchen for food and utensils. Yup, it's all there. You won't need to restock anytime soon. You grab your wallet and keys, easy enough. You find a large mirror to observe yourself in. Before you were a lanky, pale mess in striped pajamas. Now you're a lanky, pale mess in uniform. You don't look that androgynous but just to make sure you take a peek at your gonads. Male. You even forgot you had a dong? Holy shit. You must've hit your head real hard. You take a closer look and although your messy hair didn't look bad before, this looks even more awkward so you mess it up a bit. Your hair matches well with your black uniform. Though it almost makes you look monochrome the way it contrasts with your skin. You could use some sun and exercise.

Lastly, you find a framed photo, but it's layed down, covering up whatever picture is in there. You feel like you shouldn't lift it up, but do you ignore that feeling?

>I want to know.
>Ignorance is bliss.

(This choice could have severe consequences.)

>>5573112
>I want to know.

>>5573112
>Ignorance is bliss

>>5573112
>>Ignorance is bliss.

>>5573112
You decide it's better not to know, at least for now. Who knows if this is still some dream bullshit and an eldritch being will pop out and consume you. Finally, you head out of your room, and down the apartment complex. Aside from a sinister feeling from the elevator, it's not an eventful journey. You meet outside with friend(?)/neighbor(?) who gleefully greets you.

"Oh my God, you really are here aren't you? It feels so surreal. But now we can catch up!" You've gleamed a couple things from the conversation. 1. Names you've been called are Pete, Petey, and PJ. 2. This guy is a childhood friend who misses you dearly after you locked yourself up after the "incident". 3. This guy really likes talking. Like, a lot. He appreciates you being a great listener though.

Bo2 1d20-3 to see if you picked up any special information. He did suddenly drop something that is close to sliding underneath you. (You can always ask him specific questions if you want, like his name. He may be hurt though.)

Rolled 4 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>5574822
I dearly hope there wasn't a diary that Peter could have found if we had included that in the initial list.
>If you got all these nicknames for me, we should come up with some more nicknames for you. Any ideas?
>Does the name Flubber mean anything to you? Would you take issue with being called Flubber 2.0?
>Have you seen a guy called Adrian before? Or sharks?

Rolled 6 - 3 (1d20 - 3)

>>5575252
You did not look for one so you do not know.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>5574822
(Roll failed.)

Of course! The easiest way to avoid the awkward situation of not knowing people's names. "Do you want a nickname?"
"Not really, but if you can come up with a good with one maybe!"
"How about.... Flubber 2.0?"
"What? You okay Pete? What's a Flubber and what happened to the first one?"
You tear up remembering their sacrifice.
"Nothing. More importantly, do you know Adriane?"
"Not personally but yeah, I know of them. Why?"
"I think I heard his name around somewhere and just wanted to know a little bit about who he is."
"Well he's not really a celebrity or anything. Most of what I know is what everyone knows. He let his sister die when he was on life guard duty."
"Because of the sharks right?"
"Sharks? He said there was but he couldn't really prove it. He was this close to being in prison too."
Was it a hallucination? Hmm... Maybe you'll have time to think about it on the subway.

(Rolling for possible random encounter.)

>>5575988
"Hey, I gotta go check something, be right back okay?"

You don't know what he would need to check on a subway but okay. You look around you to see if you can get a quickly nap in when suddenly-
[b]THERE IT IS! THAT DAMN CAT![/b] It's just laying down next to you sleeping smugly like it doesn't give a damn. Now, since it's in your midst you gotta do something.

>No I don't. It's to early for this shit.
>Snatch it up and get some answers!
>Pet the cat! I mean, it is cute.
>Put the cat in your lap, THEN pet it. You're gonna take full advantage of this.
>"Sup."
>"I know what you are."
>Write-in

>>5575996
>Put the cat in your lap, THEN pet it. You're gonna take full advantage of this.
>"So are you going to explain what's going on dream cat?"

>>5575996
Even when I do it right it doesn't want to cooperate. This quest is fucked.

>>5575996
>Put the cat in your lap, THEN pet it. You're gonna take full advantage of this.
>"So are you going to explain what's going on dream cat?"
>Bury face in the cat's fur.
Fluffy.

>>5575996
This things fur feels amazing. If you could make a blanket out of this you would sleep in it everyday. You take a couple of seconds to rub your face against the cat's fur. If only you had a pillow like this.
"So, are you going to explain that dream?" It peeks one of its eyes open then goes back to sleep, ignoring you. Just as you were going to question it further you feel a wave of nausea as it poofs from your hands. But it didn't leave wordless. Well, kind of. It did leave a message in your mind in an abstract manner but you could only interpret it through words.
The closest thing you could get was, "Surprising. You managed to to find me. Must be some luck you have. You were one of my favorites before your whole transformation and now you're here you are, managing to do something that hasn't been done in centuries. I might as well help kickstart your adventure. Here's a gift.
-Your other Dad,
Hypnos

It feels like contacts that were forced on you. It takes enormous effort but you stop it. Though, you don't even know what it is, or how you're supposed to use it you now have a new power.

Drowsiness [10/100]

"Hey I'm back! You good?"
It takes a couple seconds but you manage to respond.
"Yeah, I'm fine."

>>5576013
Eventually, you arrive on Campus. Apparently the founders were proud people as they named it, "University of Alexandria". It doesn't take long before you arrive at your class.
"Alright, I gotta split but I just wanted to make sure you arrived to your classroom. I'm taking English today so I'll be over in Building G. Take care okay?"
And just like that Flubber 2.0 is gone again. When you open the door you find a couple spots to sit.

>In the back next to a goth girl.
>In the middle with a familiar(?) blonde man.
>In the front with a greaser looking guy.

>>5576017
>In the middle with a familiar(?) blonde man.

>>5576017
>In the middle with a familiar(?) blonde man.
The sharks can never be escaped from.

>>5576017
Adrianne? Who knew it would be this easy? You simply walk up next to him and politely ask.
"Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?"
Wait a minute. This isn't Adrianne. And you know why he is familiar. Fuuuuuuuuck. A prim and proper looking gentleman meets your gaze and everyone in the room quietly gasps, even the tough looking greaser.
He giggles and smiles, "Sure, have a seat friend." It's too late to back out now. You're talking to the son of the richest man in Paradise, Icarus. You gulp some saliva out of nervousness and sit.
"Say, I haven't seen you around the classroom before. Are you sure you're in the right room?"

>"Yes."
>"Nope." Walk out of the room.
>Write-in. (This includes modifying the first two options.)

>>5576032
>"Yes."
>"I haven't been coming to classes for a while now, so that might be why."

Going to leave things here for today.

>>5576032
>"Yes."

I would not be surprised if Icarus turns out to be a risk-taker.

It seems we have some classical gods at play here, and Peter has transformed in some manner. A general rule of thumb when dealing with a character from classical mythology is don't kiss them.

>>5576032
"Well, yes... I haven't been attending classes lately that might be why."
The room is screaming with silence. Every breath seems to echo loudly. His smile forms into a neutral expression, only for it to return to a happy grin.
"Well that just means I'll have to help you catch up, partner." God please, literally anything happen to interrupt this.
"Open the door 90 degrees.... Step forward a prime amount of steps..." A frizzy haired mess steps into the room. "HELLO STUDENTS! ANOTHER BEAUTIFUL DAY TO CRUNCH SOME NUMBERS, ISN'T IT!?" His voice was just as loud as his appearance. Everyone focused up and payed attention to the domineering presence. "First off, attendance! Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineteneleven..." Everyone acted like this was normal, nonchalantly getting out notebooks while he continued to count everyone in the room. "Aha! It seems we have an extra student," he looks at his clipboard "hmmm nonono. You've just been gone awhile haven't you? Welcome back, Mr. Johnson. I expect you to put in 200% effort now, even though that's mathematically impossible. Speaking of mathematical impossibilities, QUANTUM PROBABILITIES!" Good thing he didn't scold you in front of the class. You don't want the extra attention, as Icarus keeps smiling when you meet each other's eyes. It's clear he's not intending to put out any malicious aura but it still leaks out anyway.

>Talk with Icarus during the Lecture.
>School time! Gotta pay extra attention to catch up.
>Scout the other notable figures.
>Try experimenting with new power.
>Write-In.

>>5577495
>School time! Gotta pay extra attention to catch up.
200%? No, we are going to give 300%!

>>5577495
200? Fuck that, you're gonna go even further beyond. 300 PERCENT!
"Now the best way to introduce the concept of quantum probabilities, is cats!" NO! NOT AGAIN! The teacher pulls out a big fat orange cat from behind a podium and sets it on a long, large desk next to a box. Okay, maybe this cat is fine.
"Are you gonna kill that cat?" The greaser asks looking concerned. Apparently in this classroom conversation without having to raise your hand is common.
"Probably! Or probably not!" The cat meowed, neutral about the conversation about him. But everyone else was worried, even the stone-faced Icarus.
"Now watch as I put Garfield in this box." He lifts him up, straining to put him in the box, closes it, then flips a switch. A loud hissing sound erupts from the box.
"At this moment in time, Garfield is both alive and dead until we observe his condition. Whether it is 50/50, 40/60, or 1/99 both are equally likely since those are the only two outcomes."
One of the students pipes up foolishly. "I don't think that's how math works."
"Who's the teacher here? Perhaps the one who actually has his degree? Maybe you would like to step into this box with Garfield."
He meekly answers, "No sir."
"That's what I thought. Mr. Johnson! What do you suppose Garfield's current state is?"
Garfield tries to help out, "Meow!"
"Shut up."

>Dead.
>Alive.
>A third state?
>Write-in

>>5577528
>Alive
Academically wrong but factually correct.

>>5577528
>Depends on which interpretation we are following, Schrodinger's cat is a very debated thought experiment
>Unfortunately he has just been observed meowing, so the result has been changed to confirm alive.

>>5577557
I suppose the correct answers would be
>A third state?
But what said third state would be called, and the specifics of how it works is what would depend on the interpretation

>>5577528
"In terms of academics this answer might be wrong, but since we observed Garfield meowing, he would be alive."
"Oh really? You're certain of that? Well let's check up on him." Just as quickly as he had Garfield in the box, he took him out and dropped him down on the desk. The cats eyes are closed and its movements are limp. Everyone gasps out loud. "The cat is in fact now dead. That cat noise I've played on my phone must've been real convincing huh?" He shows his phone to the class and taps a button on it, causing the same meowing noise earlier to be played. "This proves that observations alone cannot change the fate of an outcome."
"You really killed a cat just for a lesson?!" At this point the greaser stands up, ready to pounce the teacher.
"Of course not, he's just lazy." The teacher throws a snack from his pocket and lands in front of Garfield, who lazily opens his eyes, licks the treat in his mouth, and goes back to sleep. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief. "While legally I cannot kill Garfield, the lesson you can still take from this is that we have to take into account false observations. You will have to closely look at the problems you get in your work and see if that is relevant information."
"So this is kind of like the Survivorship bias lesson?" You never noticed this kid before but his vibe is similar to Icarus, though he looks more nerdy with his glasses and choice of outfit.
"Yes! Not only do we need to consider the data that doesn't reach us, we need to also analyze the data that we do actually get is reliable! Now that the fun lesson is over, let's finish up some of our more mundane, but absolutely necessary work."

>Roll 1d20-4 Bo3 to see how much work you understand/get done. If you can think of a way to boosts your chances or change your modifier please state so with your roll.

Rolled 12 - 4 (1d20 - 4)

>>5577645
Can't think, I'm dumb

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Have a Garf while we wait.

Rolled 11 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>5577645
C'mon dice rolls!

Don't suppose Peter could ask Icarus if he would allow him to read his previous notes or ask questions about the lesson because Peter had been gone.

>>5577755
Yes! This reduces the modifier to just -1. Good job.

Not a lot of interaction, might just archive and wait for a better time.

>>5580475
Two voters is what this quest had for some time

And by some time I mean around 4 days.
We had three and one voter before too

Rolled 3 - 1 (1d20 - 1)

>>5580488
If you two are actually enjoying this I'll carry it out to the end. I just don't want to put effort in a thing no one is enjoying.

>>5580494
I think this story is enjoyable. These dice are really something.

>>5580497
Yeah sorry for being whiney about it. If you guys are enjoying it that's all that matters.

Result is 11, pretty good since you got help. Also the reason the modifiers are usually so bad is because Peter spent a lot of time sleeping and isn't the the most charming. Therefore he's kinda wasted away and needs to get back on his feet. Doing specific actions will help early game. I'll get back to writing now since both are here.

>>5577645
"Psst. Can I borrow your notes?" Icarus raises a brow but quickly slides his notebook over.
"Of course, favors beget favors. I'm hoping you'll help me out later." His laugh feels even more icky than his grin. Though it's thanks to those notes you manage to finish in a reasonable amount of time with a good amount correct. Of course, you'll still need to go above and beyond.
"I see most of students have already have finished and turned in their work, if you are done and have no further questions you may leave." He quickly turns to you. "Most of my stuff is ok my website so make sure to check it out when you get home, okay? I hope the best for you Mr. Johnson."
Well that was easy. What now?

>Go find Flubber 2.0 and see if his classes ended yet.
>Follow Icarus and thank him for the notes.
>Follow that greaser guy. He looks like he wants to talk to you.
>Follow the goth girl??? I don't think anyone wants you to do this.
>Try to use your powers.
>Fuck that, go to the cafeteria and get some grub.
>Try to find Adrianne. Maybe he's on Campus?
>Go home, go to bed.
>Write-in.

>>5580524
>Follow that greaser guy. He looks like he wants to talk to you.
Flubber 3.0

>>5580526
Apparently this Tunnel Snake looking man wants to talk to you. The walk is a little long and a little menacing. Every minute a new person joins. A guy with sharp glasses, a pair of twins, an emo dude with headphones, and some sort of Johnny Bravo knock off? You thought preps and greasers hate each other. At least that's what pop culture taught you.
"Well, well, well... If it isn't Dick Dickinson. Bet you skipped classes cause you didn't want any of this huh?"
The twins speak up.
"Yeah you don't wanna mess with Vincent!"
"YEEEEAAAAAAAAAH TELL EM BAUWS!"
The Gang spreads out making sure to block any exits.
"You can run kid, but you can only run away for so long." Vincent's figure is imposing. If it weren't for the fact he's dressed like a cartoon he'd look like that David sculpture.
"Anything you wanna say punk?"

>No.
>Write-in.

>>5580551
>Know where I can find Adrianne?

>>5580551
The mood lowers down and Vincent calmly explains. "Oh yeah, I think he's in English right now. Really terrible what happened to him and his sister." The emotions on all of their faces are genuinely sad. "Do you need to go talk to him? I know he's not doing too good and we can really do this another time if we need to."
The man with sharp glasses puts a hand on his shoulder and speaks up. "Yeah excuse my language but what happened is really fucked up and I feel like he just needs a close friend right now. He keeps pushing everyone away and especially today he's acting especially aggressive."
Vinny turns back to you and speaks. "I think they're still in class right now but we can go ahead and reschedule if we need too."

>Yeah, sounds good.
>I mean we might as well get this over with since they're still in class.
>Write-in.

>>5580572
>Yeah, sounds good.
Keep on pushing this date further and further away. Can’t beat the man with a bod like David.

>>5580572
"Yeah sounds good."
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow. Hopefully he's calmed down a little by then." The gang's opinion is a little split. Some are happy that Adrianne might get out of his depression/anger situation and others are sad that today didn't really go according to plan.
That said, you know where they are now but their class probably hasn't been dismissed yet. What do?

>Wait.
>Something you've been meaning to do now that you got down time. (Write-in.)

>>5580593
>Try to use your powers.

>>5580593
You try to use the gift you've been given. It only hurts for a split second then you feel sleepy. Your eyes go through a 100 feelings at once. Though you're getting slightly used to it the more it's used. Once again you look at the world in purple.

>What do you look at?

>>5580611
>Students

>>5580611
You look at different students around the campus. Each one has a different color radiating around them. Some are harsh crimsons, others Azure blues. But even two of the same color can feel different. Some reds are angry and aggressive while another red can just have an aura of romance. You can get a general feeling of the person just from a glance but for specifics you would have to move closer. You do not know if this power is only for observing feelings, you would have to experiment more.

Drowsiness [20/100]

>Walk up to someone. (Who?)
>Okay, now let's do this. (Write-in)
>Wait.

>>5580647
>Wait.

Well it seems Pete has aura vision, but it costs drowsiness. I'm assuming if it hits 100 our boy has to sleep, that is probably not good considering last time we woke up to a noose.

>>5580647
You decide to shake off this weird vision and wait for classes to get out instead. Maybe it would actually do something if you looked at someone closer? After waiting around for a bit, classes get out.
"Oh hey, good thing you're waiting here. Let's go catch up on old times!" Flubber 2.0 seems cheerful as ever. But he's not who you're here for.

>Roll 1d20-2 Bo2 to spot Adrianne. Although your eyesight is kind of shit you know who you're looking for and he's not exactly stealthy.

Rolled 6 - 2 (1d20 - 2)

>>5581852

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>5581852

>>5581852
Immediately you spot him. Infact your special eyes even gleam some insight into him. 1. He's a lot less chill than before. 2. He doesn’t seem to recognize you.

How do you approach him with this new information?

>"Act normal"
>Try to get him to remember the dream you both were in.
>Just scream, "SHARKS, SHARKS, SHARKS!"
>Act sympathetic about what happened.
>Just don't, now isn't the right time.
>write-in

>>5582917
>Act sympathetic about what happened.
>Try to get him to remember the dream you both were in.

>>5582917
>Act sympathetic about what happened.
>Try to get him to remember the dream you both were in.

The insane screaming SHARKS option tempts me greatly.

>>5582917
You aren't the most social person so you might as well just try.
"Excuse me, Adrianne, could we talk for a moment?" You pull him to the side and he already seems bothered by you. "I know shit seems really downhill lately and I just wanna say I get it man. The world fucking sucks."
"Why are you talking to me? You aren't even in my class."
"You still don't recognize me? Do you remember where you were last night."
"First off dude, I don't roll that way. Second I'd appreciate you fucking off. The world sucks? Correct, now don't make it any worse for me."
Damn, someone pissed in his Cheerios. It seems something has altered him. How do you even fix this?

>Use your power. Maybe it has something you can use.
>Make up a lie about how you and his sister (or someone else?) are/were close.
>Back off for now to think of a new plan.
>Say goodbye but spy and see where he goes.
>Try to get Flubber 2.0 to talk some sense into him.
>"I dressed up as Sharkboy and fucked your sister last Halloween."
>write-in

>>5583854
>Use your power. Maybe it has something you can use.
Magic always solves issues, right?

>>5583854
It only makes sense that when you get a new power you use it to solve a new conundrum you find yourself in. That's like Gaming/Storytelling 101! But you've never really used it this close on someone before, which is why you're surprised that it's used for more than just to tell someone's mood. Immediately Adrianne's Aura is a flaming red, radiating hostility. You push past the pressure and peer into Adrianne for a moment. You see him like he was before, but worse. The scales have covered his body at this point along with webbing around his appendages. Instead of the bright trident he had before it's a rusted gold, covered in moss. The beach once sunny is now void of that cheerful light and instead filled with crackling thunder. Not only is he killing the sharks but the humans along the beach. Yet the people don't look afraid. Instead it seems like they taunt him as they're slain.
"You're a strong monster now? Wish you could've used that strength to help your sister."
THWACK!
A man's skull is caved in.
"No matter how many holes you puncture in me it still won't bring her back. You'll always be a failure who can't even do his one job right."
STAB!
A woman's torso is filled with holes spurting blood out.

With each person he kills, the corpse of his sister looks a little less dead, but you know she won't be back. When your vision looks up, you see something on the shoreline. You hear the sound of a person snapping and your vision goes back to normal.

Drowsiness [30/100]

A hundred things hit you at once. You realize the vision itself wasn't the primary goal that this power is used for. You feel that you can now freely enter Adrianne's dreams when asleep. Although he was a little fucked up before, it seems your interference in his dreams caused underlying feelings to spring forth. Entering the storm is nessacary if you want Adrianne to get back to normal. But you aren't ready. You have to get stronger somehow. Maybe there are other ways you can use this power? Or maybe dreaming itself in "free roam" or whatever can do that?

>New skill: [Windows of the Soul]
This new skill can peer into a person's being. This can be used to see a person's aura, though a more useful manipulation of this is to see a soul's dreams. After receiving this premonition once, you can freely enter that person's dream when you are asleep. Further experimenting of this skill is required to upgrade it.


Although during this whole time Adrianne see's you weirdly peering at him, what do you say?

>"Uh, gotta go."
>"Sorry, was thinking about something."
>Write-in

>>5583882
>"Sorry, was thinking about something."

>>5583882
>"Sorry, was thinking about something."
So we a dream therapist now.

No update today gang. Will be back tomorrow.

>>5585138
See you then, QM.

>>5583882
"Look dude, stop messing around. Tell me what you want or I'm outta here." You probably got all you can out of him for now. But maybe you're missing something? All that weird staring you did doesn't make you look good so if you want to do something you got to do it now.

>This is what I need to do. (Write-in)
>Try to do one of the previous options from last time. (Specify)
>"Sorry I gotta go do something." (Write-in. What do you do next?)
>Go meet up with Flubber 2.0

>>5585904
>Go meet up with Flubber 2.0

Entering his dreams seems to be the method to go later.

>>5585904
>Go meet up with Flubber 2.0

>>5585904
You decide now's not the time to do anything. Messing with the person in real life might fuck up the dream world so you decide to say goodbye to Adrianne and go meet up with a more friendly fellow. "Finally! Class was boring. I have plans for us to stuff if you don't have anything urgent? We can just talk and catch up. Maybe you wanna go out and eat? You look a little thin."

You start walking out of Campus and begin thinking, although you now have a lot more freedom, but too much freedom might lead to choice paralysis.

>Explore the city (Random Encounter or if Write-in specify)
>Go home and loot your room again.
>Check out your phone, maybe there might be a few messages?
>Go out to eat with Flubber 2.0
>You have a lot of questions, might as well ask them. (Specify want you want to know from Flubber 2.0
>Go home and sleep?
>More experimentation with powers. (Specify.)

>>5587189
>Check out your phone, maybe there might be a few messages?
Wonder if we have any family.
>Go out to eat with Flubber 2.0
Food is nice, and I don't know if our guy has eaten yet.
>You have a lot of questions, might as well ask them.
>>How's your family doing?
>>How long have we known each other by this point? The time seems to fly by!
>>What's the latest gossip? You can tell me.
>>Have you seen any cats around?

>>5587189
You open up your phone, how you remember the password you have no idea, and start to go through your text notifications. You won't go into too much detail now, just to scroll through and get an idea until you arrive at wherever you're being taken. A bunch of school stuff and text from various people. 200+ from Ash checking in on you, 30+ from Mom to see if you were okay and also about the money she sent you, 20+ from school basically telling you to get your shit together, 2 from "Professor" which stuck out for the vagueness in his texts and about the same from various other random faces. If you meet them you'll probably be able to remember their name because of this.

Ash seems like a dumb name, you might keep calling him Flubber 2.0. And also because he took you to some weird vegan place since he says you probably have only been eating junk. Judging based on purely how you feel this is most likely true.

"Yo Ash, how's the senpai?"
"Thank God you finally called me by my name! I was starting to think that you've forgotten! But yeah, they're doing good. They miss you though. They've thought you might have even gotten into a coma. It hit even harder for sis because I don't think she's ever really gotten over you ya know?"
"Damn, we must've known each other for so many years at this point. How long was that again?"
"Almost two decades if you can believe it! Though almost a year we spent apart cause of.... you know."
You decide to try to not make him uncomfortable, "Yeah enough about the past. Anything interesting lately?"
"There's news about Charles wondering if he's retiring soon. I don't think he is to be honest. That old fella might run Paradise for at least another 10 years. Also that you got on the Roadside Runners bad side for some reason. You know anything about that?"
"I don't think I do. But for something more important, have you seen any cats around?"
"That's random. I thought I saw Garfield around Campus once but then I remembered how lazy he is."
After eating a bunch of vegetables and fruits Ash asks you, "Do you have anything to do after this? I still have an idea to close out the day."

>Head with Ash for a surprise.
>Perhaps you have more questions for Ash?
>Explore the city (Random Encounter or if Write-in specify)
>Check out the "Professor" Contact
>Go home and check out your room.
>Go home and sleep?
>More experimentation with powers. (Specify.)

>>5588221
>Head with Ash for a surprise.

The childhood friend, who tried to reach out to Pete more than his own mother.

>"Yo Ash, how's the senpai?"
Oh no, Pete, why do you talk like this?

>Roadside Runners
Is that you Vincent?

>>5588221
>>Head with Ash for a surprise.
>>5588333
If I remember right, there's a filter that changes some variations of family to senpai

>>5588333
I think it was meant to be f-a-m or family. Phone-posting is the bane of me. Like how everytime I post t-b-h it changes it to desu. If I delete it and post it again would it show two things when I archive? Swear the quest isn't this cringe.

>>5588499
Yup, checked the drafts. It was originally meant to be f-a-m. Filter messed it up.

>>5588221
You head off back to the apartment complex for whatever Ash has in store. Apparently "it" is already waiting for you. Outside Ash's place he addresses you, "Normally I would just go ahead and show you but from what I remember there are some people you haven't left on best terms with. But I really wanted to get the old gang together! Not everyone is here but I still managed to snag a couple through texts while we are eating. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to, but everybody's really wanting to see you." That last statement sounded genuine but you know in your heart it isn't true. "What do ya say? They may have changed but they're still the same. Oh, and uh.. *cough* Kev is there." If it weren't for the puppy dog eyes you would've already said no already. You already pushed Vincent to another day, why not this too? Then again maybe there's some tactical advantage to confronting this group, or at least getting this out of the way now.

>I'm not ready to face the loss of ######## but I owe it to my friends to see them.
>They're only here for Ash. I know they don't like me. I need to go to sleep to get strong and save Adrianne.

>>5589264
>They're only here for Ash. I know they don't like me. I need to go to sleep to get strong and save Adrianne.

>>5589264
>They're only here for Ash. I know they don't like me. I need to go to sleep to get strong and save Adrianne.

Is this the point Pete should let slip he has amnesia to Ash?

>>5589264
"Thanks but I don't think I'm ready yet."
Ash attempts to disguise his disappointment, "Oh that's fine. I get it. Especially since that's the first time in awhile you've gone out. You can always come over though. It doesn't have to be a whole get together. See you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, see you later champ." You don't know why you called him that but it feels natural. Eventually you get settled in, set you're alarm, lay down, and ready to sleep...

>Hold on, there's something I gotta do first.
>I'm ready.

I appreciate the two voters that read my drivel. I've learned that I should probably stick to my computer so I can keep using all the tags and to be aware of any filters so my characters don't say weird shit. Feel free to tell me what else I can improve. I also might try upping the posts to twice or morea day.

>>5590576
>I'm ready.
Time to power nap

>>5590576
>I'm ready.
I hope we don't lose another flubber this time.

I think you're doing good, QM. I do wish there were more anons to help explore this world, but that's just the way of things. Are you thinking of making a second thread to continue this story after this one falls off the board? Feels as if we're currently at chapter two of the story, to be honest, though that's just based on my gut feeling.

>>5590841
There is a lot of stuff and since there's not a lot of people I'm thinking of doing it one small step at a time. I plan on doing these threads until no one is interested anymore or the story is finished. It's pretty much you two carrying this whole thing for now. I still think I have plenty of time to figure out how to archive this and make the next thread or continue here. If y'all feel I should make a second thread I'll go ahead and do so. Also would've posted earlier but captcha acted weird.

>>5591404
No one really responded to this. Did the quest die or are people waiting on the next prompt?

>>5593038
I was waiting for the next prompt
I think you can go ahead with sleep quest thread 2: Sleep harder

>>5593044
Alright for now I'll put a pause on this. After Thursday morning-early afternoon I'll have completed important personal shit. After that I'll be able to give my full attention to this. Hopefully more people will stick around next time. Rest assured I'm NOT abandoning this, just taking a break.Thank you for tuning in!

Also next thread will be Sleep Quest #2 - Narcoleptic

>>5593053
Ok, good luck with your personal things Sleepy.
See you later

Rolled 33 (1d100)

>>5593053
Good luck Sleepy.
See ya soon.

Random roll for luck.