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“It's a Siren! Has to be!” The black-haired kitsune yells before grabbing Bill around the waist and digging in her heels.

“A Siren?! We're nowhere near the ocean!”

“I can see that! I think we need to focus on what to do and not worry about the fine details!”

You can hear the pair of them arguing, feel Karin grabbing you, trying to get you to stop. But the sounds and sensations of them are so distant, meaningless. You live for the song now, exist only for the song.

Even Bill's immunity to some mind effects hasn't helped him here, the Incubus walking beside you wearing the same blank, dumb expression that you are. Though Tomoe tries to slow him down by holding his coat, he has her beat in size and strength, and continues to move forward with you.

“This isn't working!” Karin pounds her fist against your back.

“Quit getting frustrated and THINK! We don't know how long we've got until these two idiots stumble right into the Siren!” Tomoe berates her, but is out of ideas herself.

[ ] Assume fluffy tailed Tomoe, stop the Siren

[ ] Assume Karin the Echidna, stop Erik and Bill

[ ] Give into the voice of ecstasy

>huge thanks to Artwizard for all the continued art, the jetbike schematic is my new phone background. Finlandia vodka was also excellent, and is now all gone.

>>19348794
[^] Assume fluffy tailed Tomoe, stop the Siren

Off with the Sirens head? Off with her head.

>>19348794
[]Assume Karin

[X] Give into the voice of ecstasy

The other two options just sound too stressful.

[x] Assume Karin the Echidna, stop Erik and Bill

NO YOU FOOLS. WE MUST FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE. LET BILL AND ERIK FEEL THE FLUFFINESS.

Tiebreaker roll?

>>19348979
Go for it!

rolled 2 = 2

1=karin
2=tomoe

>>19349014
>>19348950
Maybe we can distract the siren with the fluffy tails, instead.

We must use the [Fluffy Tails]!

>>19349014
In this thread,I am the fluffy tail. It's me

Fuck shit piss! Now I'm going to miss this thread, curses!
At least I will have something to read in 8 hours.
Also the fluff. Tomoe controls the fluff, Tomoe controls the universe.

You watch the scene unfolding through the goggles, calculating the next best move. Even if you managed to stop the two of them from walking to their own death, that wouldn't stop them from continuing to try. Not while the Siren sings.

"Use your tail!" You shout at the girl as she again tries to grab her snowcone boytoy around the middle.

"M-my tail?"

"Just do it! I've got to go shut that Siren up or we'll have to drag these two back out of the cave and we'll never find anything!" You shove the drunkard Incubus toward her and immediately break into a quick sprint toward the source of the music. You hear Karin call after you, but there isn't any time left, you're too close now.

The sword now in your hand is an old one, forged before the event, well before it. With a nasty curve, brutal heft, and razor edge, it is quite the cutting implement.

Which is good for you, because you're running headfirst toward a Siren of all things.

You'll need your own eyes for this, and you strip off the goggles even as you illuminate the chamber walls around you with the bluish fire that you can summon out of thin air. Fire that can burn a man down to the bone.

The song continues to grow louder and louder the more you push forward, though it has no effect on women. Good for you, bad for the Siren.

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Oh, and before I forget, I got a question for Papa-N!
iirc, you said you was off to get snus, as in pic related? Where did you pick up that habit? I didn't think snus had found its way out of scandinavia.

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So much tails...

With a skid, you halt after entering a much larger area, the illumination from your fire barely touching the far wall. The song now is almost painfully loud, but the adrenaline flooding your veins doesn't let it bother you. Not when you can finally see her, especially.

The sight almost enough to make you take a step backwards and drop into guard.

You've seen Sirens before, on your sea journey to this continent. Their song nearly pulling the entirety of the crew off of the ship before you set the water aflame by dumping fuel. You know how dangerous that a Siren can be, with bladed nails on fast, deceptively strong arms. They eat men, after all.

But this?

This is no Siren like you've ever seen.

She's at least twice the size of the others, and perhaps twice as beautiful, perched at the edge of a large spring. The Siren swishes her tail back and forth, the fish scales glittering in the light from your fire. Her pale blue eyes fixated right on your own as she toys with an errant strand of orange hair. Even still, she doesn't stop singing.

"I'll give you one chance and just one, Siren! Leave now or face my wrath!" You raise your sword for emphasis.

The Siren just smiles as she continues to sing, a malicious smile. Her eyes drain to black, hair losing its collected look. The false mermaid tail now splitting apart to reveal the dozens of tentacles, each with toothed suckers designed to hold a man tight as the Siren drags him to the depths.

She's out of her element here, to be sure, but that doesn't mean you aren't going to be cautious.

"So be it." You lunge at her, swinging your blade in a quick overhead arc as you do.

The Siren leaps backwards, surprisingly agile even out of water, her song faltering a moment before continuing. You're forced back to fend off claws sharper than daggers as they lash out in a desperate bid to find an opening.

Such a brutish and chaotic pattern of attacks isn't going to give you pause or dissuade you.

Another quick cut separates three of the claws from the Siren's right hand, purple blood spraying from the wound. This time the Siren's song stops long enough for her to howl in fury before continuing again, even louder, even faster.

Again and again the two of you trade attacks, neither managing to land one. You have to give her credit for that, at least, few are fast enough to avoid a cut from you for so long.

As invigorating as a quick bout is, however, you need to end this now. You didn't come here to fight Sirens, you came to claim a title.

1d20 for Siren calamari rings

rolled 12 = 12

>>19349248
Here we go...

rolled 11 = 11

>>19349248

Why not.

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rolled 17 = 17

O-o-okay, h-here I go...

>fookeyd 1.61

>>19349121
Yeah, only I'm stuck with shitty American brand stuff for now. Though the plain Malboro is a lot better than Camel's offerings (I don't like mint flavors), they are both pretty "meh" compared to some of the legit Scandinavian stuff I've had. The tobacco shop nearest to me is supposedly going to get some better stuff in at least.

Picked up the habit a few years ago because I could hunt without cigarette smoke leaving a human scent on me, bears and coyotes have very keen noses and can associate humans with cigarette smoke. I don't like chew because of all the spitting, but snus doesn't involve spitting so I actually rather like it.

It has kept me off the death sticks for nearly a week now at least.

With a burst of extra speed, you close the small gap between you and the Siren, quickly getting inside of her guard. A howl of fury echoes loudly against the rock walls as she raises her tentacles in defense. A rather foolish act of desperation.

Bracing yourself with your left left foot, you swing your sword in a broad horizontal arc, right at the tentacles of the beast. As though through water, the sword begins to cut. You can see it all almost in slow-motion as the edge severs through the upper third of each tentacle, the ends seem to hang in midair for a brief second as vessels within them begin gushing Siren blood.

The creature screams in pain and frustration, pulling herself backwards and away from you with her few remaining whole tentacles. The song has stopped now.

"I warned you not to test me." You raise the sword again.

Sirens are one of the few species of monster that are still feral, left over from the old alien world. Humans never became them, and Sirens quickly found that their song worked as well on mortal men as it did fish, and men must apparently be far tastier.

For as much a real monster as she is, you cam empathize perhaps a bit. Your nine black tails seem to possess some kind of alluring hold over men as well, and a staggering amount of women...

The Siren looks quickly to where the spring enters the cavern, then back to you, perhaps thinking about abandoning her hunt in favor of escape.

[ ] Let the Siren leave through the spring

[ ] Finish her! Fatality!

>>19349382
Finish her! We don't want her to come back later; we've got enough on our plate as it is.

>>19349382
[^] Finish her! Fatality!

I want my sushi.

>>19349382

Take no chances. Kill it.

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rolled 2 = 2

>>19349293
Can't be that many that use snus over there, I've never heard it making an impact beyond scandiboo.

If 1: Let the Siren escape
If 2: Babaility!

And goodnight and good luck with the thread. I always appriciate them and I followed HL like a madman. You are ossim!

>>19349382
Kill her. If we let her live she'll just lead other men to their deaths

Just because you can empathize doesn't mean you sympathize. The Siren tries unsuccessfully to stop you with what remain of her tentacles, which you cut out of your way. In a last bid she raises her arms to shield herself, but flesh and bone are little obstacle to your sword. One cut to sever the crossed limbs at the forearm, the Siren's eyes widening in sudden pain, but not for long. A last, quick slash, and her head leaves her body, eyes still open in shock.

You jump back swiftly to avoid the torrent of gushing blood as the corpse crashes to the ground, tentacles continuing to writhe.

After dipping your blade into the frigid waters of the underground spring and drying the steel with your robe, you return the sword to its sheath and turn back in time to see Erik and the others come into view.


***

"Oh shit, that is what was going on?" You gawk, having never before seen a Siren up close. The only possible way of that being to find a dead one.

"It's finished, let's continue." Tomoe nods before fixing her goggles once more as the fire fades and leaves you in darkness once more.

"Could have left the lights on..." Bill frowns.

"That takes more energy than you'd expect."

Karin lets out a huge sigh and leans her head against your shoulder, clearly exhausted.

"What's got you so tired?" You ask, placing a hand on her head.

"Trying to coil the both of you up so you wouldn't keep running off to get eaten. I'm still not great with this tail, you know."

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/tg/ seem slow today

>>19349436
Yeah I don't think snus is that popular over here, which I don't understand because a lot of people still chew and carry around their spit bottles. Funny you mention HL, been working on Eight's story the last few nights pretty diligently.

Finally free of the Siren's song, you can set yourself back to task. You'd decided to investigate the armory first, and you shudder to think what you may have encountered in the crypts instead. Maybe nothing, maybe loli vampires, who knows?

The chamber past the Siren's corpse leads to what was once perhaps a large and imposing drawbridge across a wide chasm. Unfortunately, the ages have not been kind. One glance at the rotten, decrepit wood, and you know you aren't about to cross it. Thankfully, this is a Frost ruin, and you're a Frost. Plenty of water and moisture to go around.

As the other three banter back and forth about what to do, their best idea to have Karin try to stretch herself across it, you close your eyes and feel the water around you. The chatter of the group falters as their attention turns toward you as water turns to ice and slowly begins to creep up the sides of the deep moat. More and more freezes as you control it, spanning the gap at first with only a few thin pieces of crystal clear ice. The bridge continues to build as you push yourself even harder, a narrow path becoming a more sturdy arced bridge.

With a half sigh, half yawn, you rub your eyes and admire your handiwork. An ice bridge five feet wide and likely thick enough to support all of you several times over.

"Should have told us to chill out if you had this." Bill smirks as he makes his way across it cautiously, well aware how easy it would be to slip over the side.

A minute later, and you cross last.

"Barracks." Karin recognizes the runes on a large rusted iron door, "We're here."

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God damn ice puns

It takes the combined efforts of you and Bill to shove the door open, rust falling off in flakes as you push. The interior of the barracks is as dark as the chambers leading to it, which you wish wasn't the case because you're very tired of the goggles already.

Despite this, you can't help but feel a bit awed by the place.

Row upon row of steel armor rest upon dummies carved of the white rock the Frosts seemed to have an affinity towards. Channels are cut into the metal, and you guess that it was perhaps to hold ice in place atop the steel itself. The same patterns adorn large tower shields nearly as tall as your shoulder.

"Impressive craftsmanship." Tomoe nods as she leans in to examine a helm.

"Ice over steel, these guys must have been pretty damn hard to kill." Bill agrees as he lifts a gladius-like sword from a rack and twirls it easily in his hand.

"We can look over all of this stuff later, it isn't why we came." Even as she says it, Karin is recording with a small video camera and looks like she very much wants to study it.

The other two begrudgingly agree and turn their attention away from the armor and weaponry. Even you have to peel yourself off of an intricately decorated breastplate inlaid with veins of some kind of flowing pale blue crystal.

"Aaah!"

You and Bill jerk around at Tomoe's startled cry in time to see Karin release her grip on one of her tails.

"My mistake, didn't mean to do that. Field of vision isn't very good in these goggles..."

>>19349877
>"My mistake, didn't mean to do that. Field of vision isn't very good in these goggles..."

Sure. Whatever you say there Karin.

>>19349877
>My mistake, didn't mean to do that.
Right... Is Karin just friskier in her Echidna form, or is she always like this?

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>>19349877
FLUFFY TAILS

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I wodner what kind of tails Tomow has.

Thin, flexible, smooth?

Or on the larger side?

Hmmm...

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>>19349960

>Tomow
Tomoe, me and my damn typos

The barracks is as large as you'd expected it to be after seeing the scale of the tunnels leading to it. The far wall is quite a distance off, past beds and racks of weapons and everything else you'd expected to find in a barracks. You keep looking around for anything of value to you, but have yet to come up with anything. Bill is off on his own, still twirling a sword, and Tamoe is trying to look casual but making it obvious she's steering clear of Karin.

"I'm not much of a history buff, but it seems logical that the barracks might also be where the soldiers would have gotten medical treatment." Your Echidna girlfriend is still scanning around as she talks, "Which means that they would probably have kept some kind of information here as well, I suspect. We just need to find it."

"Great, lets just look for an information kiosk. Ice-core voodoo healer is probably near the food court, think they have a Cinnibun?"

"Yeah, probably right next to the busty slime girl emporium." Bill answers.

"You got a thing for slime girls, buddy?"

"No more than any other girl, but at least I haven't had one try to dethrone me as the king of speed yet." He glances over at Tomoe with a teasing smirk.

"A title you'll soon be rid of."

"Well you two must feel right at home here. Snowman and the ice queen."

"I think I found something!" Karin calls out from a small room near the beds that you hadn't noticed.

>Fluffy tails
>Tail fetish

How's it going Blackie?

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Fond a perfect pic for Tomoe:

>>19350009
Oh how I wish busty slime girl emporium was a thing.

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>>19350100

I'll be keeping that.

"Busty slime emporium? You holding out on me bro?"

"Nah, made it up. Though I did stumble into an all slime showgirls joint once. Ever seen a slime in clothes? Even skimpy ones? Shit's weird." Bill shakes his head as he follows you toward the source of Karin's excited rambling.

The tiny interior is rather cramped in comparison to the impressive vaulted ceilings of the barracks, especially with four of you crammed inside. You shove aside a cask full of some kind of liquid just to be able to crane your neck enough to see.

"Brick patterns in some kind of very boring mosaic on a stone block. So what?" You frown.

"Idiot, these aren't bricks, they're tablets!" Karin replies haughty as she reaches and pulls one out. Sure enough, the long block comes out easily and she has to get her other hand underneath it to support the weight. The tablet is stout and squat, but long, having extended two feet into its stone shelf.

"They have steel armor designed to be overlapped by ice and make damn fine swords, but they write on tablets? I don't get these guys." Bill shakes his head.

"No, it's actually quite genius if you think about it. Even the most hearty of paper gets worn, can burn, it's easy to destroy and time often does. But not much is going to destroy these." Karin runs her hand across the runes carved into the hardened clay.

"There's no way we can take all of these with us." You look back at the wall of them and shake your head, there have to be at least a hundred if not more.

"Which is why I brought along all these gadgets you wanted me to leave behind to save weight." Karin almost visibly swells with pride, "I can scan each of them and translate them later, we won't have to take even a single one. Good thing I know better than to listen to you sometimes."

"Yeah yeah, gloat it up, scales. How long is this going to take?" You eye the sheer volume of tablets again.

"A while, but I'll be quick!" Karin immediately gets to work, using a small electronic thing in her hand that she slowly draws across over the tablet.

>>19350131
>>19350100
>saved

"Just go as fast as you possibly can, I don't want to have to stick around here with all the gorillas still outside any longer then necessary."

"Not to mention we still have to go and get what I need from those fat grooming bastards." Bill looks back toward the door to the barracks.

"And after that, you and I have a fight to finish." Tomoe adds.

Karin sighs and turns around for a moment, adjusting her goggles which you can tell are making it difficult to operate her equipment.

"If all you can do is bicker, go and find something productive to do or help me here." One of her hair cobras hisses to get the point across.

[ ] Stay and help

[ ] Go explore the Great hall

[ ] Go explore the Crypts

[ ] Sword training with Bill and Tamoe

>>19350271
Karin's got this under control, time for EXPLORING.

>[]Go Explore the Great Hall

>>19350271

[x] check out fine snake-y boot... I mean, Stay and help.

>>19350271
Stay and help, I guess. I still don't want to split up the party, and we can look around later.

[ ] Stay and help

We're good where we are.

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As much as I want to help our scaly friend, I'm thinking some CQC training would help because I think that what our mc is lacking.

[x] Sword training

>>19350271
[X] Go explore the Great hall
I'm curious.

>>19350271
Any way we could verify that the tablets are even remotely on topic before we take the time to scan them all?

>>19350324
I'd be worried about getting the two of them started on that. We need everyone in full health for now.

>>19350271
>[x] Go explore the Crypts
Loli vampire get!

>>19350271
Explore the Great Hall

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>>19350342

I'm willing to believe Tomoe and Bill have at least enough discipline to not skewer one another during the tour of duty.

>>19350371

I'm not.

[] Explore the crypts! We need undead chicks for harem ending!

>>19350371
I would say we'd truest Bill not too. However, we only just meet Tomoe so I would like not to take the risk.

>>19350271
[^] Go explore the Great hall

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>>19350271
[x] Fluffy tails.

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>>19350408

I can't escape them anymore, I know.

Help Snakey engineer

[ ] Go explore the Crypts

hall 4

help 4

crypts 3

tiebreaker roll again?

>>19350464
Looks like it.

>>19350464

Yep.

rolled 18 = 18

>>19350464
Crypts

rolled 1 = 1

Hall -1&2

Stay and help -3&4

Crypts - 5

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>>19350514

>only one number for the Crypt

I think we might have dodged a bullet there.

rolled 4 = 4

"Yeah I'd stay and help but I have a feeling I'd probably just get in the way. Seems like you've got it handled anyways." You tell Karin, who nods.

"You guys want to come check out the great hall with me? Might have some ancient fridges with shit to eat or something." You look over at Bill and Tomoe, who have locked eyes.

"We're going to try out some of these swords, you go on ahead and just scream like a little girl if you need anything. That way I'll know its you and not some hungry pack of skeletons or something." Bill replies.

"I don't scream like a girl..." You grumble as you brush past them and back into the barracks. You remember the runes for the great hall, and that combined with a rather convenient arrow makes it easy to get started on the path there.

Though now you feel awfully alone all of a sudden, hefting your G3 and keeping your thumb poised on the safety lever just in case.

The trek there is up an incline that didn't appear to be steep, but the longer you climb, the more aware of it you become. You're not out of shape by any means, but this tunnel makes it slow going. Another sign of runes, and another turn down another narrower tunnel. You wonder if it was narrow like that to bottleneck any would-be invaders or something. Maybe they just got lazy digging and said fuck it, tunnel's done.

You're growing more and more aware just how far away from the rest of the group you've gotten, wondering even if you let out a girly scream (you don't scream like a girl, dammit!!!) would Bill hear it?

But it's too late to turn back now, you've gone too far, and your curiosity is getting the better of you.

Another fork in the tunnel and you make a mental note of your progress to keep your path straight, you don't want to take a wrong turn and end up in the crypts. You don't know what you'd find in the crypts, but somehow you doubt it would be good. Maybe, though, but you doubt it.

>god damn captcha screwing with my email field

>>19350628
You know, if it were "morgue," or even maybe "cemetary," I'd be a lot more inclined to think there might be ice cancer-related stuff down there. "Crypts" just doesn't sound like someplace that there's anything but people who are dead, or people who want to make us dead.

At long last you shove open an impressive wooden door far heavier than it even appears, and step into the hall. Only silence greets you.

What once was perhaps a bustling place full of the buzz of life is now empty, barren, and covered in cobwebs. You're a bit disappointed, but at least you didn't run into something unfriendly.

The place looks as though it was merely abandoned all at once. Long rows of stools sit mostly upright alongside massive hardwood tables covered in a plethora of steins, dishes, and silverware. The food having long since rotted away, the drink spilled or slowly evaporated.

Along each wall are statues carved in the white stone you've become quite accustomed to seeing here, busts of Frosts as they once were. Long beards, fierce and stoic faces, what you guess are names carved into the base of each. You'd look like one of them, if your hair and beard didn't turn into ice snakes when it got that long.

At the table you look over some of what was left behind, tipping up a mug of frosted crystal to look inside and finding just some kind of residue. Knives still sharp, wooden handles cracked and worn.

Your gaze is directed upwards along a set of large stone steps, toward an imposing throne.

A throne seated by an armored figure.

>>19350722
Sit on throne! We will be the young king who has returned to his hall!

Our name isn't Arthas and we don't have a cursed sword stained with the blood of our allies; I think we're good.

You nearly jump out of your skin before you take a closer look and realize that it is just armor, you can see the gaps in the steel and they are unoccupied by either flesh or bone. Curious now, you climb the stairs and approach. A cautious prod and the armor doesn't move, doesn't spring to life. You let out a long sigh of relief.

Everything seems bizarre and creepy through the night vision goggles, even if it shouldn't be.

This man must have been important at one time, his armor so lavish and engraved that it makes the other sets seem almost barbaric in comparison. The veins on the armor lead to a symbol of some kind of bird of prey on the front of the curaiss, the pauldrons each the skeletal head of a dragon.

"Guess you were the big boss, eh?" You ask to the empty suit.

A moment later, something screams.

>>19350744
...You want us to sit in Santa's lap?

>>19350766
We need that armor.

>>19350787
I aggree with this fellow

>>19350787
I wonder if the armor would have any kind of magical type properties to it.

Not likely but hey never know.

Veins on the armor, runes on the chest. We've seen the same on the other suite. Ice core in our chest.
Now what if, and this is insane, but what if the cores power the armor, and the armor treats the core or something like that?

Don armour, bust in doors, shoot badguys.

Hail to the king, baby.

Instinct. You duck and shove your back against the metal of the throne as you whip the rifle up to ready and flick off the safety. Heart beating at a million beats per second as you scan around through the NVGs, their field of vision now feeling like a pinhole.

This raised platform with the throne butts up to a massive wall, and large chambers extend in both directions, including the way you're facing. Meaning you can see quite far down into it.

Where you can plainly see the top half of what looks like a little Yuki-onna as she screams again, her eyes wide in terror, silver wisps of hair whipping around. She's yelling in a language you don't understand, can't possibly understand, but her words seem slurred and don't flow well. Maybe that's just how the language works, you don't know. All you know is she's hanging on with a failing grip to the corner of white stone and jerking around, as though something has her by her legs and is pulling her from around the corner.

She yells again, extending out a pleading hand before she's jerked back hard, barely managing to catch herself in time from being pulled around the bend entirely.

You watch dumbstruck for a moment, but you realize you have to do something.

[ ] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.

[ ] Sit and continue to watch.

[ ] Nope out and run back to your friends.

[ ] Stroll up slowly but prepared.

>[ x ] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.

>>19350842
[x] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.
this can only end well.

>>19350842
God I have bad feeling about this but the white knight in me screams.

[^] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.

[ ] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.

>>19350842
[X] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.
We hero now

>>19350838
Tony Snow, Pykrete Man

>>19350842
Help her

[ ] Rush to her aid, gun at the ready.

Oh this is going to go so well

>>19350838
Holy shit, we have to test that

[ ] Stroll up slowly but prepared.
Resisting the urge to whiteknight... but she could be an extremely useful resource.

>>19350842
[x]Stroll up cautiously.

AND DON'T FORGET TO COME BACK TO THAT ARMOR.

>>19350933
Yeah that armor is way too bad ass to leave. Even if has no real point in the quest.

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>>19350889
>>19350916
And we grow ever closer to the dream.

Even if you wanted to, you can't ignore a screaming, terrified little girl. It looks like she's about to get dragged off, maybe eaten. Possibly by skeletons, maybe catgirls, maybe skeletal catgirls.

Those fucking catgirls never show up when you want them and now they want to make meow mix out of a helpless little girl? One of your species, or at least half of it?

You can't let that happen.

On your feet and you're running hard, rifle up and ready for a fight. The girl screams louder and more frantically as you approach, loud footsteps echoing across the stone walls as your heavy boots pound over the stone floor beneath.

"Hang on!" You shout to her, knowing she probably doesn't understand, but you hope it gets the point across.

Her grip appears to be slipping now, more of her disappearing behind the corner. Her eyes full of tears and her piercing screams pushing you into the hardest sprint you think you've done since that one time you got stuck in no-mans land.

"Don't let go!" You're so close now, but she's slipping and slipping...

"Don't you fucking let go!" You extend out a hand toward her own, feeling your fingers brush as you clamp down hard on her wrist and she grabs down on your own with surprising strength for such a little hand.

"I've got you!" You exclaim with a smile, before you're ripped around the corner with astonishing force, the little girl's hand clamped firmly around your wrist.

>>19350963
Scream and fire wildly.

>>19350842
Well, this is a trap. Some kind of monster imitating a little girl- it's probably using a false yuki onna top on the end of a limb or something as a lure. Still...

>[x] Stroll up slowly but prepared.

>>19350963
OPEN FIRE AT WHATEVER IS BEHIND HER

>>19350963
Try and freeze ourselves to the ground, maybe if she sees our ice powers she'll be nicer

>>19350963
It was trap...fun.

>>19350991
no, im pretty sure she looks like a girl because she is a girl

>>19350963
If you pull an angler fish I will be... hmm... I don't know how i'll feel. Impressed I guess, that would be a sensible trap.

>>19351011
Nope, the girl bit was actually just the monster's giant cock. Now we're going to be raped to death by an ice loli penis. Good job.

tell her to chill out.
put on shades.
proceed to blast the fucking hell out of everything.

You barely manage to keep a grip around your rifle as you're tugged, feet leaving the ground, arm almost wrenched from it's socket. You look forward and see the little girl flying around the corner with you, staring at you now, staring with blank eyes and oh god she has no legs and you're twelve and what is this...

The girl's torso ends at a long, fleshy coil of something thicker around than you, something currently retracting at quite impressive speed.

Retracting you right through the darkness, too far for your goggles to make out. Until you see them, the massive pincers larger than your jetbike, and the massive sixteen black-orb eyes watching as you're pulled in.

The creature screams as you jam your bayonet into the flesh lure, but it doesn't halt it's progress. You try and shoot it, but moving this quickly, there's just no way to reliably land a hit. You graze it a few times, garnering another piercing howl, but you're still being pulled in.

Closer and closer to those mandibles, closer and closer toward a dark hole on the creature's face that you have a sneaking suspicion you don't want to wind up inside of.

[ ] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own

[ ] Wait to get close enough to start shooting it in its damn face

[ ] Cry and wet yourself as you're eaten and slowly ingested while screaming like a little girl

[ ] Try to freeze yourself to the ground

[ ] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own

>>19351055
>[x] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own
Need to stop ourselves from getting closer. Once we've done that, we can get stable and open up with the assault rifle.

>>19351055
Cut off the girls arm, If that doesn't work freeze to the ground

>>19351072
Once We've escaped we need to grab the king armour, if we can't carry it out we'll wear it out

>>19351055
Should have known better.
Whelp we're now here to slay the monstah.
[ ] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own

>>19351055
[X] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own
And then we make a tactical retreat and by tactical retreat I mean RUN THE FUCK AWAY while freezing the ground.

[X] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own

>>19351055
[^] Cut off the little girl's arm clamped around your own

> [ x ] Wait to get close enough to start shooting it in its damn face

Pop pop; watchin' motherfuckers drop.

[X] Cry and wet yourself as you shoot it in its damn face

Without a doubt this is the fastest ice blade you've ever formed, as it quickly hardens over your right arm, letting the rifle fall where it retained by the sling around your chest. Even still, it feels like an eternity passes before the blade becomes dense enough.

Closer and closer you're being reeled in like a damn fish, until you feel the ice harden enough to use. With a single hard swing and a string of obscenities some of which you aren't even sure are actual words, you slice through the fake little girl's arm.

The monster screams, but it seems more out of frustration than pain. Judging by its size, it would be like if someone pulled out one of your hairs.

Tumbling to the ground, you're forced to dive out of the way as a hairy limb wider than your shitty old pickup truck comes slamming down hard where you were just a moment ago. The ebony spike at the end of the appendage actually piercing the rock beneath it a bit.

The creature, realizing now that you're free, comes lurching out at you, mandibles wide, brown hairy legs trying to smash you.

You crack off a few shots, before realizing that even your beefy .308 rounds aren't going to do much damage to something of that size.

"How the fuck did you even get in here?" You howl as you watch its abdomen twist and... Are those spinnerets?

1d20 to avoid being wrapped up by smooth silk

rolled 14 = 14

>>19351181
Why not.

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rolled 6 = 6

>>19351181

FUCK YOU INSECT THE ONLY SMOOTH THING WE WANT IS THE FLUFFY TAILS.

rolled 7 = 7

We can't be eaten by this thing, it's not sexy at all!

rolled 6 = 6

>>19351230
OR OUR GF'S ASS

>>19351230
>>19351260
>>19351268
At this rate we will.

rolled 2 = 2

>>19351181
Let's do this

Im depressed that we didn't find one of our people...

rolled 19 = 19

>>19351181
Fishing!

>>19351292
Oh god I'll stop rolling now

The jet of silk misses you only slightly as you dive out of the way, a few strands sticking to your leg but you quickly rip them off and get back to your feet.

Now you're sure that THIS is the hardest you've ever ran in your life and for sure the fastest. You can't even tell if your boots are actually touching the floor as you sprint, firing your rifle over your back in desperation. One of the rounds hits the fake loli in the head, which explodes into an oozing mess of black goo and chitin fragments.

Around the corner again and you just keep sprinting, hearing the beast crash into the wall a the turn as it attempts to pursue. Thankfully it seems too wide for the passage into the great hall itself, but it tries nonetheless, and begins slowly worming its way toward you yet again.

It hits you with another jet of silk and you go down for a few moments as you hack away at the warm sticky shit pinning you to the floor. This gives the horrible creature more time to get closer and it does, extending out that long coiling appendage in what you guess is an attempt to coil you up and draw you back in.

The appendage gets close enough for the last remaining false arm to lash out at you, claws digging into your back hard enough to draw blood and elicit a howl of pain from you this time.

Barely managing to get up again before it grabs you entirely, you sprint until you slam into the throne. The entire golden chair covered in some kind of red cloth, which you quickly grab the corners of and ball up, enclosing the armor within the makeshift bag. You aren't sure why you want it. Maybe historical value. But probably because oooh shiny.

rolled 11 = 11

Because I can. Lets go in there and stab it's brain!

rolled 11 = 11

come on

>>19351303
>But probably because ooh shiny.

Yeah, that sounds like pretty much any human ever, life in danger? Monster trying to eat you? Don't forget to grab the shiny bits on your way out, you need something to make all the running worthwhile after all.

>>19351295
The Legends Be True!

wait we will wear a runic armor and then become enclosed in ice this reminds me of something

>>19351307
But first thing's first, you can't let that giant thing stalk around these otherwise abandoned ruins, you've got to kill it.

Rushing back toward the beast, bayonet still fixed, you make an impressive leap that carries you up and up toward it's head.

"I've got you now you motherfucker, I read your creepy fucking tablet!" You scream as you j-j-jam it in!

The blade sinks down to its hilt, but this doesn't earn the kind of response you'd hoped. The kind where the monster just falls over dead and you cut off something to go show the king so you can marry the princess and live happily ever after and all of that shit.

Instead, its mandibles reach up, and clamp you so hard around the middle that you're nearly cut in half.

Which may have been a blessing, all things considered.

Instead, you're forced into it's hole of a mouth, a tar-like substance inside making movement almost impossible. With a mixture of horror and uncertainty, you realize you're not being swallowed. Instead, you're just a few feet from the entrance of the mouth, but completely immobilized now.

Looking down, you can see why.

The creature doesn't swallow, you're being digested right here, where you can still see the world outside.

It takes only a few minutes of you screaming for the digestion to reach the point you can't anymore, too drained, too weak. It takes two whole days for you to die, stuck in that rank cesspool. Two days of watching the ruins outside through the open mouth until you're graced with the finality of your own demise.

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>>19351382

I DO NOT ACCEPT THIS REALITY.

>>19351382
I think I prefer sexy tentacle rape vore to slowly dying of stomach acid vore. Just saying.

rolled 18 = 18

>>19351382
HUEHUEHUEHUE

>>19351442
note to self: remove the fucking dice roll after usage.

Past the rows of stools and through the once silent great hall that is now filled with screams, you can't even feel your legs from all of the adrenaline, you can only run. The monster is nearly through the narrow passage, but you're closer to the exit that it can't get through than it is to getting you.

Sprinting through the wooden doors, you dash to the ice bridge that has already started to melt a bit, and slide across it like you were on skates. Once across, you level the G3 and shoot the weak points of the bridge for massive damage until it dies.

After that, you just keep running. Running and running and running, until you slam headlong into Bill as you round a corner.

"Shit man, the fuck is going on? I heard a lot of screaming."

"Yeah, no fucking shit you did. That would be the giant fucking monster that just tried to eat me." You say, body almost convulsing you've got so much go-juice in you right now.

"Monster? Dude, all I heard was you screaming like a little girl." Bill frowns.

You grab him by the shoulders and shake him, roughly.

"I had every right to scream like a little girl."

>>19351475
IT WAS USING THE LITTLE GIRL AS BAIT

You maintain a rather fast and frantic pace through the tunnels as you make your way back toward the barracks with Bill, filling him in on exactly what just happened as you do.

"A lure trap? Can't say I've heard of that before, no. My guess is you ran into one of the old ones, fucker's probably been there since before the event even."

"What's going on?" Tomoe asks as she pokes her head around a corner, causing you to almost jump and totally freak the big one, man.

"Little girls! Bait! Giant monsters!" You shout, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

"WHAT's going on?" She asks again, this time looking to Bill.

"He saw a mouse, hence all the little girl screams."

Karin is nearly finished by the time you get back into that small room, having worked quickly and diligently while you ransacked the place for purples.

You fill her in on the story and she listens intently before nodding repeatedly.

"Yeah, I've heard rumors about encounters with those kinds of things. Strange you'd run into one all the way down here, though." Karin frowns as she places the last tablet back into its shelf.

One breath short of breath and nobody give a shit.

Just squeeze some goddamn tails

>>19351582

>One breath short of death

well strong monsters always guards the best treasure

>>19351542
Good to see everyone's so casual about our encounter with a GIANT FUCKING MAN EATING OLD ONE.

Tell Karin you got that feelin'. Maybe you'll get some sexual healing. It will make you feel so fine.

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>>19351643
There are worst Old Ones out there.

"The hell is in the bag, anyways?" Bill finally asks the question the other two didn't think to ask.

"Candy, puppies, and sunshine. It's armor, can't you see the gauntlet sticking out?" You turn a bit which causes the gauntlet to bounce around, half outside of the bag.

"You went off on your own to be a grave robber?" Karin asks in a low, dangerous tone.

"The guy wasn't even in it and it looks cool. It might be magical and shit, you can test for that, right? Also, I'm fine, thanks for asking."

"Ah! I'm sorry, I didn't even think about asking, I've been so wrapped up in... You got hurt!" Karin exclaims, forcibly turning you so she can see the claw wounds on your back. Wounds that you hadn't noticed until she said something, and now they hurt as your brain comes off the adrenaline high.

"It really isn't that bad..."

"It is! These are deep! Lay down, I brought a first aid kit along."

At her insistence, you strip off your armor and shirt. You realize then the force of that attack, as it tore right through the ceramic plates to get to you. Those plates probably saved your life.

"Now hold still...." She tells you, before dumping antiseptic onto the wound.

"OW." You groan flatly, wounds now feeling like they are on fire.

"Oh quit being such a baby, who knows what kind of diseases those claws were carrying." She berates even as she starts to place down gauze and get out a wrap.

"You don't even know you've got your own share of magic, do you?" Tomoe asks, looking down as Karin glances up in surprise.

>>19351676
>Crawling chaos throwing herself all over you
>could have all of that strange to yourself any time you wanted
>stab her with a fork instead

This fucking show...

"Eh? I don't have any magic, just my brain." Karin shakes her head and starts to wrap your torso tightly with the bandage.

"You're an Echidna, of course you have magic, what are you talking about?" Tomoe frowns and folds her arms, several of her tails swishing around.

"I'm not, I'm only half. My mother is a full Echidna, I don't think I got her..."

"You're wrong. If you got enough of Echidna in you to look exactly like one, you've got enough that you surely have some kind of magic in you." Those tails swish again as she talks, Karin's eyes tracking their movement. Yours and Bill's as well. "And you can all quit staring. Yes they are tails. Yes, they are fluffy. We need to get out of here."

"She's right, we really do need to get moving. Don't forget our ride here got shwacked and I still need to grab that thing from the gorillas before we can find a way out of this jungle. IF we can find a way out of this jungle." Bill agrees, placing his hat back over his horns.

Karin finishes with her bandages and helps you back into your shirt and armor, despite your protests that you can do it yourself, her help makes it a bit easier. The wounds on your back really hurt when you lift your arms too much.

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>>19351778
>And you can all quit staring. Yes they are tails. Yes, they are fluffy.
Hnnnng

>>19351778
Yeah, the Osprey's got a hole in it now, and even if it was still air worthy the gorillas probably have it surrounded now. How much jungle would we have to trek through to get back to town?

>>19351814
But there are nine of them, and three of us. We can each have three!

>>19351820
We still have Bills job to do. Can't leave the jungle yet.

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>>19351778
>This fucking show...
So much sanity loss.

>>19351843
I....is she mastubating with that or is she pulling it out of her.....

>Visit London on a holiday
>See Stomp
>Get back inside
>See new thread

Good times.

Glad ya liked the proposed vodka and even if I would love to, I can't take credit for the jetbike schematics. Those were done by some other anon who has a much better understanding of jets.

>>19351861
To be honest? Probably both.

>>19351861
Pulling it out.

Hefting the bag of armor (now secured with some 550 cord) once more, you join the rest of them in finding your way back out of the maze of tunnels. Bill thought you should just wear the suit out like some kind of badass gun knight, but Karin and Tomoe both interjected that you would be an idiot to put on armor you know nothing about.

"It could be cursed!" Tomoe folds her arms and glares at Bill, who finally backs down, but not before grabbing hold of one of her tails. He has to duck out of the way to avoid her sword, laughing as he stumbles back while Tomoe slashes again and again.

"You're all unbelievable!" She huffs as she sheathes the sword and takes the lead, staying a good distance ahead of you all.

The walk out isn't nearly as exciting as the way in, instead you're facing the cruel reality that you are still a long ways off from home. This is a dense pack of jungle wilderness with few roads in and even less out, considering the inhabitants of the trees. Without any way to fly out, it's either going to be long walk or a VERY rough ride. Neither prospect sounds like much fun.

Not to mention you're now even more weighed down then when you arrived, even with all the expended ammunition and loss of a plate, it doesn't offset the heavy suit of armor currently tied to the back of your plate carrier.

At least you still remember the way back out, pondering the sign leading to the crypts as you pass it. Even loli vampires wouldn't be worth another encounter with something like the lure monster, you decide.

The entrance finally appears, but the night outside is dark and full of terrors. And likely lots of pissed off, heavily armed gorillas. Wonderful.

"Do you even know how to find what you're looking for here?" You glance over at Bill, who nods.

"How?"

"Well I wouldn't be much of an incubus if I couldn't sniff out a group of kidnapped young idols using their hidden desires like a scent trail, now would I?"

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>>19351843

Now that's something

hope their aren't any rust monsters down here

>>19351986
Wait, we're in the jungle to rescue a group of idols from Guerrilla Gorillas. I admit, I did not expect this.

"And here I am stuck with ice powers and a really bad case of snake hair if I'm not careful. You never have the right to complain about anything ever again."

Karin elbows you in the ribs and you quit talking, but you channel your jealousy right at Bill. You focus that right into your eyes and beam it to him, bore it right into his damn skull.

"Idols? You mean like, singers or something?" Tomoe gives Bill a disgusted look.

"What? What?! Someone has to rescue them, don't look at me like that. Just turns out that sometimes an Incubus is the right monster for the job. Sometimes the job is rescuing a kpop group from guerrillas." He shrugs as though helpless.

"What is kpop?" Karin frowns, looking between you and Bill.

"Cancer of starcraft threads."

"Huh?"

"Singers."

"Oh."

>>19351986
When we cure ourselves we have to come back. With bigger guns. There's gotta be more cool armor in that place.

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>>19352058

I think I've spent too much time on sadpanda because to me

>Group of Idols
>Kidnapped by Gorillas

...yeah.

The jungle air outside is a stark contrast to the air inside the cavernous ruins. Warm, humid, sticky, and full of bugs. Not exactly a welcome change when you're rucking gear and a full suit of steel armor around.

Bill and Tomoe move at the front, hacking down brush to clear at least somewhat of a path for you and Karin to follow. Normally a snake tail would be good for navigating jungle terrain, but Karin is mostly unused to working it. Generally any time she gets stuck in this form, she just mopes around inside her house.

You help her along as best you can, which isn't much. One of the reasons she hats her Echidna form so much is her weight, which more than triples due to the long, thick tail. She acts like its just fat she accumulated over winter and was wholly embarrassed any time you ever brought it up. You don't understand, and chalk it up as just another one of them girl things that never make sense.

"How far out are we?" You call up to Bill, who stops hacking long enough to look back and wipe his brow.

"Still a ways. We might be better off camping out here for the night, you and I can whip up some shelters and a bit of defense. Karin looks about ready to drop."

"I-I'm fine! Really!" She protests, but all of you know it's a lie. You're pretty damn beat yourself.

"Yeah, we should probably get started on that. Still have a good six hours or more of darkness to contend with and I don't fancy butting headfirst into some wandering gorilla scouts in the dark." You nod and untie the sack of armor from your plate carrier. "Time to settle in."

Sorry for the short thread gents but I've really got to get moving. Date at 9 like I said on twitter and I really don't want to miss this one. Even missing Game of Thrones for it so I'll have to avoid 4chan altogether until I can download it later.

I'll lurk around on my droid for whatever if anyone has any questions/etc.

Rest assured I'll make it up with some longer threads in the future, though.

>>19352174
Did you have something planned for us in the crypts, or were you just messing with us?

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>>19352174
What do spidergirls eat?

>>19352197
If I tell you now, no one will want to go there in the future. Or maybe everyone will just want to go there right away...

>>19352229
>huehuehuehue...

>>19352229
food.


duh

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How soft do you guys think a Kitsune ears are?

>>19352246
Does Tamoe really hate it when we touch her tail, or is she just playing coy?

Let's start our wish lists!
Lizardfolk
Centaurs
Illithids
Rust monsters
Driders
Hydras

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>K-Pop Monstergirls

>>19352301

You don't want me to really say, do you?

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>>19352430

I'm jumping on the boat, I wanna know!

>>19352430
>>19352301
>>19352450
No! It's more fun to speculate and invent our own theories. Then start accusing her of them.

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>>19352482

If that how it is, then I say it here: her weakspot is her ears.

>>19352534
Likely, we can try this out. We'll need to have her asleep away from her sword.

>>19352340
>That list
MEGUSTA!

>>19352340
>Centaurs
A girl from my DnD group played as a centaur once.
I sold her to a farmer, she ran away.
It was a good system.

>>19352905
Indeed. I'm open to suggestions on what you want to see.

>>19352984
very good system. how long did it last?

>>19353059
I support Illithids and Hydras!

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>>19353059

Before you go, I have something relevant to the thread.

>JetBike by me
>implying I am ArtWizard
>You're a wizard Harry!
>Not for another couple years

Yeah, I think you are getting your drawfags mixed up.

>>19353059
Four villages, made 20 gold in total.

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>>19353134

Oh, and sans glasses and text because layers.

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>>19353157
>>19353134

Pretty sure every quest dm out there would like you as a drawfag mate

>>19353134
>>19353157

yeah I forgot to comment on that earlier. I apologize, I never thought there would be 2 drawfriends in these threads. I wrongly assumed it was the same Finnbro as the OP pic.

These are both excellent and exactly the girl-next-door I was going for, the jetbike is pure swag as well. I almost want to rewrite the previous threads to fit it a little better but it is what I'm basing the jetbike on from here on out, with actual control surfaces instead of just thrust vectoring.

Honored to have you ITT and I think I've seen your work in SWQ before, yes?

>>19353222
Also would you mind if I use one for the next thread OP pic? Not sure if you have a preference because I'd have to flip a coin to be able to decide between the two.

Since tails themselves have no muscle in them, how big of an ass would having nine tails imply?

>>19353283

You would need the most child-bearing of hips.

>>19353320
Excellent.

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>>19353283

Its not good to think of them with common sense, the tails of a kitsune are magic, one can be both small and slender with big fluffy tails to boot.

>>19353346
I like the other answer more.

>>19353222

Oh no worries. I don't have a trip so I can totally see something getting assigned to someone else. I am pretty sure most of the stuff I grab from here is not correctly labelled. I just saw the text

>jetbike schematic

and got all excited. I thought someone had made a detailed mock up of the concept sketch. Then I realized it was just the picture I did. I was disappointed.

>SWQ

Yeah, that is me. I kinda meander through random quests and draw stuff that I find interesting. I have to go back and read Z&W and HLQ since I missed those while they were first airing.

>>19353247

Sure, if you want. I like Finnbro's stuff for openers personally. They are great at catching the eye. I was actually hoping to see some more of his stuff in this thread.

Did he do the ones for Z&W? I really liked the whole retro, spray art deal going on for that.

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>>19353361

Suit yourself

>>19353368
Glad I didn't offend you, looking at it again I can definitely tell it is your style.

I'd make a jetbike schematic if these hands of mine were capable. Six or so years ago when I was still taking CAD classes I could have made a 3d model with moving parts but now I look at autocad/mechanical desktop and my mind just blanks. I would try drawing one but I wouldn't be able to do it justice.

Aha! I thought that was you! Rommel sausage duel is my favorite I think. Z&W is different than this or HLQ and HLQ is just... HLQ, I suppose. Hope you like them, just got done re-reading HLQ for probably the hundredth time again trying to work on backstory for one of the characters.

>>19353423
Yeah he made some awesome stuff for Z&W, his deviantart is Yorumu which has most if not all of them I think. His "mortal ~<3" piece is the background on my prime and I've had more than one person ask what it's from.

Still would like to use one of the two you posted since it's nice to change up the OP pic.

>>19353427
Are you implying that pedo shit is better than child bearan hips?

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>>19353561

All the tails are to be loved

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>>19353574
Pretty good philosophy

Have some SVD fluffy tail

>>19353574
Tails with wide hips attached are superior to ones without. Trust me, I'm an expert on this particular subject.

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>>19353600

Hourglass feature or simply small and slender is jsut as good in my book, the fluffyness of the tails is what matter

>>19353597

Do want

>>19353631
Tails without hips is like peanut butter without chocolate. it's fine on it's own sure, but why would you settle when you could have more?

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>>19353653

Because sometime you can only have one.

Here have a spider.

>>19353597

Papa, do you enjoy cute guns doing cute things? Also, are you Papa-n all the time or do you only do it for quest threads?

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Is /tg/ aiming for the Harem end in this quest too?

>>19353631
If you haven't read Upotte!! it is decent for a read. Chapter 32 has a panel of gang petting on that fluffy tail.

The show is by Xebec so if you like healthy girls/guns and the manga, you'd like the show\

>>19353676
>delicious spider girls you must have them

>>19353677
Well the manga/show finally tipped my hand into getting a G3 clone, probably my favorite show currently airing.

Did an unboxing thread on /k/ with my trip on of it.

Usually take my trip off and only put it on for these threads or when it could be amusing, like a vore/monstergirl thread every once and a while. Been thinking about doing a /d/ vore dump with it on one of these nights... Sometimes I forget I have it on and post with it though.

>>19353676
Spiders cannot into fluffy tails. Not interested.

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>>19353764
You wouldn't a spider loli?

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>>19353764

The fur between the joint seem fuzzy enough...

How about scales?

>>19353819
Pedoshit is gross. Give me a real woman.
>>19353820
Depends.

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>>19353854

>pedoshit

Monstergirls is not pedo

>>19353819

Is what I am seeing a good thing?

>>19353854
>implying loli is pedo
get a load of this bawka

>>19353891
Under 18 is pedoshit. They don't even have any real experience.

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>>19353819

Whats not to love?

Also, how did the bug bombing of the car go?

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>>19353916

Keep telling yourself that

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>>19353854
closer?

>>19353886
Depends if you want a monstergirl end or not.

Watch http://www.nyaa.eu/?page=torrentinfo&tid=313253

I am incredibly sad that it is just a one-off

>>19353916
They can be 18 and look like a loli, though. That's how they shoehorn them into most VNs

>>19353929
dunno, I love me some arachne

Bombing went well, not so much as a mosquito since. Faint aroma of something but its airing out, no air-conditioning after all. Probably going to invest in a new truck soon anyways, this engine isn't going to last much longer without an overhaul and I don't wanna.

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>>19353977

Spider girls are good, they offer an exotism the fluffy taills cannot bring.

>>19353524

One of these days I will have to go back and clean the Jetbike sketch up. I was mostly just blocking it in and figuring out how it was put together. Oh well, it will have to wait for a bit I suppose.

Just as an FYI I will be disappearing for most of June starting mid next week. So if you don't see any new stuff from me, it isn't because I suddenly achieved escape velocity from 4chan. It just means that I have to go somewhere where there is no internet. Well, REAL internet. Stupid national firewalls blocking out all the best parts. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET MY FIX OF ULTRAPORN NOW?!?!?!

>>19353977
If someone likes a character for how they look and they look underage, it's pedoshit and saying they're 18 doesn't change it, Granted there is a window where they could look a bit younger than they actually are but when they look 15 it's not fooling anyone.
>>19354025
Clearly you haven't explored the potential applications of fluffy tails.

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>>19354062

You're talking to a man that spent 4 hours looking up Ran picture on Gelbooru, I know my fluffy tails

>>19354145
>only 4 hours
Bitch please. I've been doing this for years.
Consider this: Should they have enough dexterity, fuzzy handcuffs+tentacles.

>>19354053
It looks really well put together, and I really am in love with the gun placement. I wanted the jetbikes to kind of be WWI eraish and you captured that brilliantly.

Cool, planning on a week or so of going innawoods soon myself and my land doesn't even have internet so I can sympathize. I'll keep an eye out for you in July, hope you pop back in when you get back.

Just a guess, but headed to China?

>>19354062
Dunno man, I don't personally think you can apply a 3d philosophy to 2d. I doubt most people who like lolis as much as older girls are into actual pedoshit (3dpd) anyways.

Though I'm certainly no tower of morality in the least, I'm not into 3d lolis.

>>19354173
Really? I'd be all over that.