FUCK YES.

>>19878847
ITS BACK!

Hope you're feeling better papa.

This new might help:
http://wairu.blogspot.sg/2012/07/week-3.html

>week 2 Translation: 5%
>week 3 Translation: 66.6%

>>19878847
I realized that if Karen transforms while we are over there then she's dead, unless we get some kind of radiation proof vehicle... but we'd likely run out of fuel.

Is it wise to bring her into the deadlands?

After dropping Karin off back at her home while doing your best to avoid her mother, Amber, and that whole... Situation... You start your jetbike back up and quickly soar up and up into the blue summer sky.

Up here, at least, you can relax a bit. Get your mind straight.

Well, as straight as you can get it. You are planning a trip into the deadlands, after all. The place most people never come back from, the place almost no one knows anything about.

All to hopefully find and investigate another ancient Frost ruin and recover a sword that you can stab yourself with to maybe cure your ice-core. You were directed there by a vision after slipping on a helmet, when who you assume was some king that looked an awful lot like yourself stabbed you and then pointed to a rudimentary map.

...Not your worst plan. There was that three-way with the two genki scylla girls and their punk rock werewolf friend, but you digress.

Though you still have the scars...

rolled 16 = 16

>>19878960
Plus preggers. We're bringing one of our bros.

rolled 67 = 67

>>19878847
Fuck yeah

Finally!

>>19879012
Goddamn it we have the best past

So many random quotes.
Also I remembered the part when we were reading the histories while I was at the supermarket a few days back and broke down laughing,

I was completely unable to explain what was so funny because how are you meant to say you remembered a perfect use of the term "Spooge luge"

Straining the bike into a jarring hard-g turn, you just make some basic loops and rolls while you think. You need supplies, stuff that will let you live inside the deadlands, where the radiation is supposed to be bad enough that it will cook you inside and out in a matter of minutes. You've never really been one to wear protection, but now it seems a tad unavoidable.

But the though that just a relatively thin layer of rubber and such will be keeping you alive makes you uneasy. There isn't exactly a pull-out method for radiation, unfortunately.

Rick was only a bit of help concerning equipment, but it's not as though you're completely in the dark. You and your dad have sold no small amount of that sort of thing over the years, and you could certainly contact some of the previous buyers to see about re-procuring some of it. Certainly not for cheap. Otherwise... You may have to venture back to the zombie-infested carrier, which might have more modern gear anyways, you don't really know.

Figuring it's worth a try, you attempt to hail your father over the radio, but get no response. He's probably working on something and can't hear it. Nadine should be in the house near it, but on a hot day like this she's probably just lounging around in neglige, sucking on a popsicle, and shuffling through the latest "Lamia's Secret" catalog. That lazy, bratty imouto...

Saga and Edda aren't allowed to touch the receiver after what the did last time, either. It had taken about six hours to clean out and dry it after the twins had attempted to clean it with orange juice.

Actually it might be out of their reach now anyways, though Saga can get up pretty high if he strains his tail now...

[ ] Fly home

[ ] Fly into town where the equipment dealers might be

[ ] Fly to Ivan's and see who's in for some carrier raiding

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>>Catching a Papa thread in it's infancy
Oh hell yeah!

Still working through the Zombie & Witch quest through the archives. Fucking love your stuff Papa.

>>19879099
[ ] Fly to Ivan's and see who's in for some carrier raiding

>>19879099
[ ] Fly to Ivan's and see who's in for some carrier raiding

>>19879099

>CARRIER RAIDINGGG

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>>[X] Fly to Ivan's and see who's in for some carrier raiding

I'd think he would owe you, after y'know, throwing your ass onto another dirigible thousands of meter high in the sky, and not even trying to help. Besides, that guy could rip through the whole zombie horde no question.

>>19879099
Fly to Ivan's! But leave if it seems we are interrupting anything

>>19878949
Yeah I've been following that closely.

Feeling a lot better today but I've been working 12's to make up for cash lost while sick. Gotta pay the bills and all. Have those shifts for the next 7 days at least, whee...

I've narrowed the source of the poisoning down to either Burger King or a local Mexican place. Not eating at either of them again I don't think. On the plus side, I lost about 12lbs all said and done so it sped up my summer cut which I was only half-assing anyways because cutting sucks.

>>19878960
That choice is up to you guys

>>19879074
>>19879107
I've been chewing through the Z&W archives to pick it back up once this ends. I've been plotting routes out for Eight while I work as well. Mostly it's just work->dl/watch what came out that day -> Get a few hours of sleep to do it all again. At least it's mostly just sitting in a truck.

>>19879099
[X] Fly to Ivan's and see who's in for some carrier raiding

Prepare for adorable Ivan/Essa bloodsucking. I'm imagining her just sitting on his lap as she gets work done lightly snacking on his arm as he reads a book.

>[X] Fluffy tails

rolled 58 = 58

>>19879099
[^] Fly to Ivan's and see who's in for some carrier raiding

Round Two for the carrier. Why the hell not.

With the flourish of a few barrel rolls, you cut a new course toward Ivan's place. Recalling some of the past equipment you and your dad found, you're hoping to find something in far better shape. Not to mention you'd rather not have to spend all of your remaining dosh on radiation gear. If you do manage to cure your ice core, you're going to want that money to do things. Maybe fund a research team into discerning both what arachne eat and why it is never catgirls. Because first and foremost you are a man of science.

Today though, you'll treat yourself a bit.

A sudden burst of speed as you max the throttle and hit the afterburners, rocketing the bike forward so hard your calves and forearms strain to hold on as you duck low against the craft. The sonic boom turns gazes from below as you rocket over a small town and then skim low over a lake, kicking up a train of water behind you.

At such speed, it takes far less time to reach Ivan's than it would if you were ferrying Karin along. If you'd pulled something like that, you might not survive past the landing.

Expertly working the control to the vectoring nozzle and the flaps, you bring the bike in to a fast but controlled somewhat less-than-vertical landing, eliciting some very annoyed honks from a flock of geese. But fuck them, they shit on the beach too much anyways.

As strange as it might be for anyone else, you've grown quite accustomed to waltzing into the entrance of Ivan's cave. Your eyes only adjust for a moment before you see his simple but well-kept house inside of it.

Now, though, you hesitate for a few moments outside the door.

You know he's got bat-girl in there and they could be doing all kinds of unspeakable, indecent, lewd things. You know how were-anything girls are. No matter how innocent they might seem, there's some kind of innate, sadistic inner desire within all of them for some of the raunchiest, most bizarre lovemaking this side of the Spiked sea.

Although you don't really know the bedroom policies of those that dwell on the other side. You've heard plenty of stories while you were in the army, though.

Still, there's no tie on the handle of the front door. That was the agreed upon sign though, wasn't it? Maybe? Or was it a lantern in the window? Well there isn't one up there...

"Fuck it." You shrug, turn the handle, and kick the door wide open.

The "Tadaima" gets caught halfway in your throat at the sight that lays before you.

>"Ok, one more refresh and I'll get back to drawing."
>See Generation A
>FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

>>19879433
>Want to go to sleep
>look at catalog
>Generation A
>A tale of monster
>SCQ

FUCK

>>19879494
It's 5am my local time
Staying awake through force of will because fuck it I will be here for Gen A

"You're one sick motherfucking bear, do you know that?" You clamp a hand over your mouth to avoid vomiting the entirety of your stomach contents, whatever they might be. You don't know, can't recall, the sight too sickening, to disgusting. It has your mind so fucked over you can't even think straight.

"E-Erik... This isn't uh... This isn't what it looks like, comrade..." Ivan banters, glancing between you and Essa, eyes wide and panicked.

You can only shake your head in a mixture of horrified disappointment.

"I thought I knew you better than this, man. I mean, I don't even..." You just continue to shake your head.

"Oh hi Erik! What's up? Hmm? No Karin?" Essa frowns as she tilts back a bit to look into the entryway past you, and lets out a small let-down sigh as she sees that Karin isn't with you.

But you don't care about that, not right now. Maybe not ever again.

"How could you do something this wrong, HOW?!" You throw up your hands, eyes boring into your werebear friend's skull as he shrinks down in his wooden chair, seated at the kitchen table.

Essa, clearly at a complete loss, just raises an eyebrow at you.

"What's wrong, Erik?"

"I can't... I don't even..." You point at her, "I just didn't even think this... I mean... She's making you breakfast but you've got her dressed up in a schoolgirl costume instead of a naked apron? I mean what the fuck, dude? How do you even fuck that up? I'd let a maid costume slip, maybe, but this?" You shake your head one more time, "It's unacceptable."

>>19879561
>Essa inna schoolgirl uniform

We have drawfags floating around, right?

>>19879573
+1

>>19879573
The only one I know of for sure is a flip so he would be asleep for maybe an hour or so more

>>19879561
Seems like Erik has some problems with school-girls, was he bullied by a Tsundere back in Primary?

>>19879693
Nah, it's just you don't get a schoolgirl to cook you breakfast

I mean seriously that's basic rules right there. Now lunch is a different matter

"But this is my actual unifor..." Essa pipes up, pinching the sides of her skirt.

"You stay out of this, you should be ashamed of yourself. Pandering to his sick, twisted fetishes like that. You're a girl, you should know the rules. ROE states school uniform is only allowed for lunch, come on. Next you'll be holding ha... Haaaa... Haannn... I can't even say it." You take a seat, fixating on Ivan with one of your race's talents, the stare of disapproval. Well ok, not exactly a racial ability but you feel left out with just ice powers.

"It's not like she exactly got here with a ton of luggage, her other stuff is in the wash." Ivan shrugs before continuing to disassemble his Obrez, "Not to mention if you barge in here without even knocking, you deserve whatever you get."

"Speaking of that, what's the secret symbol again?" You lean in close.

"How would I know? We never agreed on anything like that. The last few times I either heard the ruckus or had the misfortune of walking in on you. You call me sick, but you're the one into..."

"Stop right there criminal scum!" You stand up and attempt to forcibly close Ivan's mouth. No one must know your secrets.

"...I mean when I saw..."

"Silence!"

"And you had her up against..."

"No more!"

"While the other one was licking..."

"Comrade!" You plead.

"Well now that I've made my point. Why are you even here? Or awake, for that matter." Ivan sets down the assembled moist nugget pistol on the table and leans back in his chair.

>>19879742
ADVENTURE!

>>19879742

>moist nugget pistol

Inner neckbeard disproves mightily.

>>19879742
Adventure time

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"It's not that rare for me to be awake this early, is it?" You shrug and settle back down.

"From what I remember, your squad used to douse you with cold water just to wake you up in the mornings. Until you turned it on them and it took an hour to chisel them back out because you refused to thaw them yourself. After that they switched to training flashbangs, didn't they?"

"Sometimes, when we had them." You admit. Other times they would just throw rocks at you until you got up.

Ivan accepts a plate of food from Essa with a smile. But there's something else there, some twinkle in their eyes and you know in an instant something is afoot here. Or maybe it wasn't just a foot, you aren't sure if he's into that. Does Karin's tail count as a foot? You'll have to find someone able to answer that for you, but now isn't the time.

"Now be frank, Erik. You wouldn't be awake in my kitchen before noon unless you had a damn good reason."

[ ] "To put it bluntly I want your help going back to the carrier we found Essa in to search for gear that would let me survive in the deadlands."

[ ] "I was going to propose a four-way but it's too weird now that I know you're into this kind of stuff."

[ ] "What are your thoughts on the best anti-zombie caliber?"

[ ] >something else?

>>19879742
Gotta go back to the undead hell where we picked up your girlfriend so we can go to radioactive no man's land.

>>19879788
You do not like glorious obrez of drunk Cossack make, comrade?

>>19879846
>[X] "To put it bluntly I want your help going back to the carrier we found Essa in to search for gear that would let me survive in the deadlands."
"But because it's dangerous and we're likely to die"
>[X] "I was going to propose a four-way but it's too weird now that I know you're into this kind of stuff."

[ ] "To put it bluntly I want your help going back to the carrier we found Essa in to search for gear that would let me survive in the deadlands."

[x] "I was going to propose a four-way but it's too weird now that I know you're into this kind of stuff."

How can we refuse? We HAVE to push the red button.

>>19879863

No, the spelling just got to me.

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>>19879846
>>[x] How long has it been since you've fought an unbearable horde of zombies?

>>19879885
Seconded

>>19879846
Do you remember that old space hulk game?

>>19879846
[X] "Hey, I have an idea, let's go get the rest of Essa's stuff off the carrier. I'll go with you because I'm such a nice guy."

>>19879846
>[ ] "What are your thoughts on the best anti-zombie caliber?"

>>19879846
[X] "To put it bluntly I want your help going back to the carrier we found Essa in to search for gear that would let me survive in the deadlands."

>>19879898
It's a /k/ thing

"To put it bluntly I want your help going back to the carrier we found Essa in to search for gear that would let me survive in the deadlands." You lay it out for your friend, "I was also going to cordially extend an invitation for a four-way, but knowing you're into this kind of stuff I'm afraid I must rescind that offer."

Ivan blinks once.

"You mean the same carrier completely overrun by a horde of dried out zombies? That carrier?"

"Hey man, I mean, it's just some zombies, right? We've both played Space Hulk, aint nuthin but a thang. Besides, we can nab the rest of Essa's stuff while we're there, too."

"...A carrier."

"Right." You nod.

"FULL of zombies from what Essa's told me. In the middle of the fucking ocean."

"Yep."

"And you want to go BACK?" Ivan leans forward, giving you a wide stare like he's trying to literally see past your bullshit.

"Yup, pretty much."

"As opposed to maybe just... Buying some gear?"

"Frankly I'm not liking that tone. You know I'm on a limited budget. If I blow all of my money on radiation gear I clearly won't have enough for when I inevitably find the catgirl strip club of lore."

Ivan opens his mouth, closes it, and blinks twice before frowning harder.

"I've never heard of any such thing. You didn't decide to drink that bottle of vodka I gave you a few weeks back, did you? I told you that was a bad batch." He picks up a penlight and flashes it in your eyes just to make sure.

After repeated assurances you hadn't drunk said bottle (you had, and regretted it the following day upon finding that it had been tainted by hallucinogenic algae), Ivan finally agrees to go along.

"So long as we don't stick around long. I don't fancy getting stuck there." He adds.

"Don't worry, don't worry. We made it out fine last time. Only a few of the zombies even figured out how to get onto the plane." You wave your hand as though to dismiss his concerns as though they weren't valid.

"And you want to do this today, I'm assuming?"

"I did, unless you had some kind of freaky all-day bloodsex marathon planned."

Ivan looks back toward Essa who smiles knowingly with a small shake of her head.

"You did!?" You roar in a mixture of shock and accusation, standing up and pointing a finger so hard you nearly cause the glasses on the table to tip over.

"We had planned on picking berries for an experimental batch of vodka, pull your mind out of the gutter!" Ivan retorts quickly.

You don't buy that. You don't buy that at all.

"Do you even have a plane ready?" Your werebear friend inquires as he stands up to stretch out, before placing his empty plate in the sink. Despite his protests, Essa immediately begins to wash it.

"Eh? Yeah I doubt dad cleaned it out or anything since last time, probably just need a bit of gas in it and we're golden."

"So you want to leave now, than?"

"Well I thought we might pick Bill up along the way." You add.

"Now might not be... The best time." Ivan says slowly with a small wince.

>>19880271
oh god, are the two of them shagging?

Want to bet Amber and Erik's mom go at during their "cooking lessons"?

>>19880271
Well tell Bill to stop touching fluffy tail, and for Tomoe to stop falling for his Incubus wiles and sleeping with him. There are more important things here, like magic ice cancer.

>>19880302
There's no maybe about it

>Thanks so much Papa-N for the enjoyable threads that always brighten my day. Not going to post anything else just thought that should be said.

>>19880306
So much /d/ material in this quest, that one just adds to the pile, but we should have to watch us unless it implodes into a black hole of Slaaneshi /d/lights.

Bill resists the urge to fidget as he sits, completely uncomfortable, on the barely dry grass. Across from him, three male kitsunes in traditional clothing, swords at their sides. None of them say anything, they haven't for the last hour or so. They've just been staring at him. At least he thinks so, but the old man seems to have his eyes closed, so he's not quite sure.

All the incubus knows is, he never asked for this.

Also he really wants to change...

Finally one of the younger ones, Bill assumes it's one of Tomoe's brothers, speaks. Unfortunately, in a language that the incubus doesn't. The two younger kitsunes seem to speak back and forth, glancing over at Bill on occasion as they do. It only makes him feel all the more uncomfortable that the old man still doesn't say a word.

The old man with the thin and close-cut white beard just continues to stare, maybe.

***

"So you're telling me he's meeting the parents, like, today?" You ask Ivan as the werebear shifts the gears of his technical and nods.

"That's what he said. Fox girl pretty much dragged him out of the house before dawn."

"Shit that's got to be kind of awkward."

"Speaking of that, how were things with Karin's parents? As you're wearing what you did yesterday, I'm just going to assume you stayed the night there." Ivan doesn't look over but you can see the faint glimpse of a knowing smirk.

"...I don't want to talk about it..."

The conversation falls flat as the old Hilux continues to rattle along the pothole-ridden dirt road, until Ivan decides he's had enough of roads and cuts into a meadow. Even the souped up suspension bottoms out hard as the truck clears a large ditch. Thankfully the zeus is mounted up solid in the back, and the pintle mounts of the door PKMs don't seem phased in the least. Jimbo sure knows how to build em solid...

"How do you even know where to find him?" You finally ask after seriously contemplating buckling up as your head is nearly bashed against the dash during a hard impact.

"Tomoe said that they would probably end up on the top of a large hill. I know this terrain like the back of my paw, I've got a good idea of where they probably are."

As you grab the ohshit handle yet again, you think about how to handle this. One one hand, you could be mature about it and simply explain you need to borrow Bill for a sneaking mission to stop metal gear.

On the other, you could do the ol' smash n' grab.

That or just inform him of where you're headed so at least he knows.

[ ] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

[ ] Tactical smash n' grab. Quick in, quick out.

[ ] Let him know you're headed back to the derelict carrier and than to a titty bar, sucks he's missing out but at least he can have fun talking about his intentions to wed the dude's daughter.

[ ] >other?

>>19880530
[X] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

Let's be mature about this, for once. If the Kitsune complain we can tell them that this is an honorable and noble endeavor he is embarking on.

>>19880530
Smash and grab, Bill will thank us for it now, and later we get to watch as he deals with the aftermath.

>>19880530
[ ] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

>>19880419
You're welcome. Sorry I've been absent for a little over a week. Hope to at least manage one thread a week even while working this much overtime.

>>19880436
You mean you don't want to watch "cooking lessons"?

rolled 71 = 71

>>19880530
[^] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

>>19880530


[ ] Tactical smash n' grab. Quick in, quick out.

>>19880557
>implying I said that
>I' just saiyan

[x] Tactical smash n' grab. Quick in, quick out.

RED BUTTON!

[X] Let him know you're headed back to the derelict carrier and than to a titty bar, sucks he's missing out but at least he can have fun talking about his intentions to wed the dude's daughter.

Smash and grab would be bad. It's unlikely that Tomoe is the only proficient swordsman in that vulpine family and the last thing we need at this point is a horde of pissed off animu swordsman.

>>19880530
[X] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

I'd rather not have a family of angry Kitsunes, with swords, after us.

>>19880557
>Skip this shit, go watch Amber and your mom do cooking lessons

>>19880530
[] pull up, honk the horn twice, then mosey on in

[ ] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

>>19880530
>>[x] Pull up and calmly explain the situation, persuade Bill to come along. You could use a good swordsman for this zombie bullshit.

Throw in some puns to calm them down. They just need to chill out.

>>19880530
[x]Tactical smash n' grab. Quick in, quick out.
But explain you'll return Bill as soon as your done with him.

>>19880530
[x]Abscond with Tomoe instead of Bill, leave Bill to explain that to her family

>>19880698
That is brilliant.

>>19880698
I...

Second

Sure enough, Ivan proves as reliable as usual, and you can see the outlines of several figures with the sun in the background. All at the top of some large, random hill. You wonder if Ivan's telling the real story, you've suspected for a long time that he can track things by scent, an ability he denies.

Out of respect, the two of you leave the rather noisy rattlecanned Hilux at the base of the hill and climb the rest on foot. It's already heating up outside, and all this running around so early in the morning is souring your mood. You should have just stayed in bed, though being Karin's bed, that perhaps could have raised an entirely different set of issues.

Finally you crest the top of the grassy hill and flop yourself down in the grass, wiping away the sweat from your forehead. That was a bigger hill than you'd thought, and steeper.

Though something reinvigorates you, an opportunity that no matter how out of place, you just can't ignore.

"Bill... Are you wearing a dress?" You smirk.

"It's not a dress." The incubus scowls back.

Than you notice the scows of the three kitsunes seated across from your friend, but you just shrug.

"Chill dudes, just a joke. Sometimes I like feeling pretty myself. Maybe not out in the open, but hey, I respect the fact you're that comfortable to do it out in the open. I mean usually I wait until the girl's fallen asleep, but I'm man enough to admit that some nice cotton panties can be comfor..."

"Stop. Talking." Comes a cold voice from behind you.

Craning your neck, you see the glowering but very cute girl behind you, her eyes shooting daggers as they almost seem to glow with rage. For a moment you don't recognize her, wrapped in some kind of silky white robe with a red sash, long black hair let down but combed straight. She looks downright regal andholyshitthat'sTomoe.

>>19880698
Bill has what, seduction powers?

Tomoe has fire and is just as good with a sword.

We need Tomoe for this.

>>19880768
"Perfect you're here too, no time to explain"

*abscond*

>>19880768

Ok. Do this: >>19880698

>>19880802
Yup.

>>19880786
You seem to imply we don't need seduction powers.

What are you doing here?

>>19880768
Hey Bill nice to see you, I'm taking your girlfriend and going to hunt zombies on a aircraft carriers. If you want to join us you can, but you don't have to, I'll keep all the fluffy tails to myself.

>>19880853
If we bring Bill, he'll seduce all the cute girls before we can. Do we really want that?

>>19880786
He's not only good with a sword, he also has expertise with guns and other military hardware. He is a better soldier than she is. Though we might be able to get both.

>>19880853
Not planning to seduce zombies, that's for sure.

Because, you know, necrophilia just ain't mah thing, you know?

And because necrophilia is sick.

We should give that as the explanation and leave Bill to explain that.

"We're taking Tomoe instead of you because necrophilia is WRONG you sick fuck."

>>19880865
Yes, yes we do, we have a mad scientist girlfriend, I would NOT want to cheat on that.

"You guys are having a dress party and no one thought to invite me? I'm kinda sad."

"Shut it, mongrel. This is a more serious affair than you can imagine. I should..."

A delicate white hand on her shoulder stops Tomoe, and what you can only describe as an older (and significantly more stacked) Tomoe walks up next to her with a small smile.

"As rash as your friend seems to be, daughter, I believe they have their reasons for coming here." Tomoe's mother turns her attention toward you, and you're almost cheery about that until you see multiple orbs of blue foxfire floating above her shoulders, "At least for their sake, I hope they do."

You tense up a bit, ready to dive for cover in an instant as you eye the flames.

"Well yeah I mean, I uh... You see there's this carrier I need to get on to for... Long story short I have to get a thing so I can get a thing so I can cure my ice cancer core and this incubus here just happens to be good with a sword and uh..." You flounder as the orbs of fire seem to grow a little larger.

"See, ol' Bill here can chew through zombies like a fat Scylla through cake, or fish, or whatever. So it would be good to have him along..."

[ ] Keep talking. You can explain everything like a rational Frost.

[ ] Grab Bill, run for truck

[ ] Grab Tomoe, run for truck "You explain it to them, dude!"

[ ] Grab them both, run for truck

[ ] "Can I get a dress first? I kinda feel left out and it's making this whole thing a lot more awkward than it needs to be."

>>19880903


[ ] Grab them both, run for truck

[x] Grab them both, run for truck

no other possible choice, why even bring a werebear along if you aren't going to use him?

rolled 58 = 58

>>19880903
[^] Grab them both, run for truck

[ ] Grab them both, run for truck

WE DEAD MEN WALKING NOW

>>19880896
Exactly. We need SOMEONE to safely initiate all the steamin' hot lovin' scenes.

>Grab both
>Stop half-way to the truck
>"Wait, can I get a dress first?"
>Inevitably have to explain shit with ugh... reason.

[x] Grab Tomoe, run for truck "You explain it to them, dude!"

Come on! BUTTON!

>>19880865
>implying we haven't played Erik as a, more or less, responsible adult
>implying we are not trying to cool his dick
>implying we would be unfaithful to our childhood friend turned lover

>>19880903
[X] Keep talking. You can explain everything like a rational Frost.

I am set to die in less than a month, I have one tenuous lead on curing this. In order to do this I need equipment, this equipment is on a carrier covered in fucking zombies. Your daughter and Bill are two of the most competent people I know. I apologize for interrupting what is sure to be a very important ceremony, but I want to live far more than I want to be polite.

>>19880903
[x] Grab them both, run for truck
Ancient frost tribe pre-wedding ritual!

>>19880903
>[ ] Keep talking. You can explain everything like a rational Frost.
Let's talk this out gents. Id rather not have 3 male kitsunes a a stonking female one having a murder boner on our ass

>>19879573
>Essa inna schoolgirl uniform

Oh hell yeah, i am so on this

>>19880903
[x] "Can I get a dress first? I kinda feel left out and it's making this whole thing a lot more awkward than it needs to be."

>Bride AND groom kidnapping!
Dat feeling of home this is giving me.

Catched up but no new drawings to show for it. Wrong comp and no will to draw anything with MSpaint, even if were-bat schoolgirl serving lunch is tempting.

>>19880903
[X] Keep talking. You can explain everything like a rational Frost.

If we run we'll have an angry family, who have swords and fire, chasing us. We already have too much on our plate. Be a rational adult here.

Be a rational, talking adult about this.

Let's not get murder-hue'd.

>>19880903
It occurs to me that if we rationally explain this, we could potentially bring an entire kitsune warrior-clan with us to wipe the carrier clean of zombies.

That would be pretty entertaining.

Keep talking

I think it's a 5-5 tie between grabbing both and talking?

>>19881035
This sounds like it's worth a shot

[x] Keep talking. You can explain everything like a rational Frost.

>>19881058
So do:
>>19880940

>>19881015
>were-bat schoolgirl serving lunch is tempting to draw.
... I suppose this is one of those moments a man may realize that he has changed and ponders if it is a good thing.

Oh well, off to the wonderful world of MSpaint.

>>19881058
[X] Keep talking. You can explain everything like a rational Frost.

But edge closer to Tomoe and Bill so that if explanations go south we can grab them and high tail it out of there.

>>19881058
Abscond with both.

Let's just talk, yeah. No reason to get murdered, man.

We prepare for a yank-and-run, but we talk first.

GENTLEMEN, everyone. We are GENTLEMEN.

"Ivan."

"Erik?" Your werebear friend looks over, slightly panicked.

"I think we're going to have to do a Panama."

"What the fuck is a..."

"PANAMA!" You dash forward, snag Bill by the wrist, spin around, and grab Tomoe.

With no time to explain, you start to use the leftover morning dew to make the hill as slippery as possible as you run for the truck. Not only will it slow up any pursuit, but sliding down the hill will be a lot faster than running.

There are road flares in the technical, you can puncture the gas tank and use those to ignite the fuel...

Your plan is nearly in full on action before Tomoe twists your wrist and tosses you over her shoulder, you sail through the air and land in the grass right in front of the three seated male kitsunes.

"Alright, well I guess we can just talk this out like rational folk, right. First thing, though, can I get a dress? Not going to lie, feeling a bit awkward here." You say from your position on your back, fully exposed.

For a moment you're VERY concerned about those swords and the possibility that Frost sashimi may be some kind of delicacy in the kitsune world, but that concern fades as quickly as it came.

All because the old man seated in the middle makes a "snerk" noise before full on busting a gut, slapping his knee as he roars with laughter.

A scowl of pure steel from Tomoe's mother and the old man quickly stops, coughing into his fist.

"This is indeed a serious matter you've interrupted here. This friend of yours must take responsibility for his earlier actions, but I admit I was beginning to worry this daughter of mine would never find a..."

Another harsh glance, and the old man coughs into his fist again.

>>19881128
>Gentlemen
>Constant ice cream jokes

you're going to need to pick one or the other, and we've pretty thouroughly stuck with the latter.

>>19881162

"...Earlier actions?

Bill, you dog~!"

rolled 64 = 64

>>19881162
Ok NOW we know who we should be talking to here. That fine gentlemen clearly is in charge and will gives the help we need.

>>19881193
Supporting this one.

Also: "Sir. You are whipped."

>>19881193
>>19881203

There's certain amount trolling a wedding ceremony can stand.

We have clearly barrel rolled over that line with a jetpack. Carry on.

You sit up and scoot away, out of the reach of those swords. Though you know there's the possibility of magical fire to deal with...

"While you've come at an inopportune time, I'm not as rigid about such things as most Daimyo. Certainly you're intruding on this affair, but I'll allow you to speak." The old man nods as he folds his arms.

You only hear about half of that, because you're too busy prodding Bill in the ribs with your elbow, "Earlier actions? You dog."

When Tomoe's mother clears her throat, however, you serious up quick.

"Right. So like I was saying, I've got the Ice-core and maybe a month left to live. Less than that in any condition to go out and do anything like I've got planned. I'm planning a trip into the deadlands to retrieve something that might be not only a cure for me, but any Frost with the condition. To do any of that, though, I need to first raid an old world aircraft carrier for radiation proof stuff. The whole place is full of zombies, which is why I need Bill here because he's pretty good at chopping them apart." You explain the rest of your story while the kitsunes listen.

The old man nods a few times as he listens.

"I see, quite the serious matter. Well, I've no reason to stop him from going so long as he doesn't than attempt to shirk his duties while we induct him into our clan. You understand, do you not?" One of the old man's eyes actually opens, the harsh red orb focused on Bill who immediately nods repeatedly. Perhaps eager, or perhaps not wishing to find out what happens should he disagree.

"Interrupt the ceremony? You can't be ser..."

The old man glances at his wife, who promptly stops talking.

"The last time I checked, I am the leader of our clan and my word is law."

Tomoe's mother nods curtly with a grunt, before turning away.

"Just so long as you understand. We'll pick this back up upon your return." The clan leader nods once at Bill, before standing up himself.

"So we're good to go, than? I don't get a dress? Damn. Welp, you heard the old man, Bill, time to crack open this carrier full of undead." You clap your friend on the shoulder, spin around, and start down toward the truck.

>>19881344
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvJiYrRcfQo

>charities tocatgli
Even captcha says you should be chartitable and get us to some catgirls, Papa

>>19881344
Grab Tomoe as well. We've got ourself, Ivan and Bill, we ought to be able to kidnap one foxgirl.

>>19881390
Invite. Invite Tomoe as well. She does that flip-thing and her family might help her if we gang up on her.

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>multiple drawings of schoolgirl Essa
Didn't expect that to happen, but pic related.

>>19881380
>thinking it's ever catgirls

Much to your surprise, Tomoe follows along behind you along with Bill and Ivan.

"Eh? Don't you have family obligations or something, samurai girl? I mean, it's cool if you want to come with I guess, but fair warning I'd planned on getting tanked and hitting up a few titty and or tentacle bars on the way back."

"Tch, as though I want to be stuck in this flashy thing, drinking tea with my passive aggressive mother and idiot brothers while we wait. No, thanks, I'd rather vent my frustration on some shuffling corpses." Tomoe grabs a handful of the fabric and tugs at it, clearly uncomfortable dressed like that. Though really you don't think it's that different from what she usually wears, just more girlish.

"Man, I know I have to get it over with eventually, whatever it is they want me to do, but thanks for the save." Bill sighs, "And for once I'll agree with you, I really want to change."

"Bah, screw you two. Here I am in these dirty clothes, stinking of se... *ahem* Sweat. And you're whining because you get to look nice." You shake your head and open the door of the Hilux, before folding the seat forward, "You two lovebirds in the back so I don't have to see all the lewd shit you do."

After avoiding a knife hand from Tomoe, you ease the seat back, hop in, and close the door.

"Man for your sake I hope you can clean sex stains with vodka." You glance over at Ivan.

"As if that would ever happen!" Tomoe decks you in the back of the head, and Ivan gets the technical underway toward your family house and the waiting plane.

>>19881507
Why can't it ever be catgirls?

>>19881507
>Seduce Bill in front of Tomoe

Unfortunately you have to take a quick detour back to Ivan's so Tomoe and Bill can change, though you rant that it would be way cooler if they just went dressed as-is. You and Ivan pass a flask of decent vodka back and forth as you wait by the Hilux, both of you watching Essa who is sleeping soundly suspended from the ceiling of the cave.

"So is that how she always sleeps?"

"Nah, just sometimes." Ivan shrugs.

"You totally plowed the wereb..."

Ivan shoves you aside easily before walking around to the drivers side once more, and you notice Bill and Tomoe emerging from the mouth of the cave clad once again in their everyday clothes. Though this time Tomoe boasts a wide straw hat which looks pretty funny side by side with Bill's black wide-brim.

"Get a quickie in?"

They both ignore you.

Ignoring the roads almost completely this time, Ivan opts for a more "direct route" through some marsh and forest. While it certainly is a straighter line, you don't think it actually saves you much if any time. Though he seems to enjoy it far more as he hollers after every jolting bounce, waving his "emergency ration" of vodka (he apparently has several under his seat) out the window at a few other trucks taking the "direct route".

The Hilux now boasting a paint job of pure mud, all of you a bit sore from being thrown around, you finally make it to your parent's place.

Edda and Saga are romping around in the front lawn, chasing after glow-wing butterflies with some home made nets. They both shout cheerful greetings but don't run up to you.

Nadine doesn't even acknowledge your arrival from her position on the porch, stripped down to a white bikini as she lays on a lawn chair in front of a fan, eyes closed.

>>19881618
Go on.

>>19881618
quick, draw a mustache and monocle on her with indelible ink

for old times sake

>>19881618
Go on.

>>19881618
>Hook Nadine and Tomoe up

Apparently both of your parents are out now, which is both good and bad. Bad because you thought maybe you'd see if your dad would want to tag along. Good because now you can just grab the keys and go instead of trying to convince him it is in any way a smart idea to be going back to the carrier. Certainly he would be willing to buy anything you need for you, but you don't want to be that kind of inconvenience. After last night... You feel it's about high time you be a bit more responsible.

Keyword, BIT.

"Dad know you're taking the plane?" Nadine asks as she stands in the frame of the front door, pretending to watch you rifle through keys. It's obvious though that she's almost full-on staring at Bill and very spiteful of Tomoe. Even though it would be fun, you know she'd never forgive you if you trolled her about that right now. Not in front of Bill.

"Uh... Yeah he knows."

"...Sure he does."

"How did you know I was taking the plane, anyways?" You glance over at your sister, who's already started to sweat now that she's away from the fans. It's a shame she's so focused on Bill that she ignores pretty much every other boy at her school, you've heard the stories. With a body like that and her aloof attitude, you know she's one of the most sought-after and also the least obtainable. None of this anything you want to know, but more than once you've seen some of the local boys trading photos of her, mostly in her school swimsuit.

She just shrugs, "Ivan's already walking the fuel line to it."

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Well that saves you the hassle. The aircraft should still be loaded up with more or less everything else you might need. It should be easier to find the carrier now, with the beacon you'd placed on it and the instruments inside the big seaplane. You figure you may as well go over your personal equipment and change out anything you feel the need to.

[ ] Keep using the G3

[ ] Switch out for a different primary gun for this mission
>MP5SD
>Diemaco C7a2
>Saiga 12
>Steyr AUG
>Spectre M4
>PP-19

Back in 5, need to heat up some chow.

rolled 74 = 74

>>19881808
I see no reason to change weapons here.

[^] Keep using the G3

G3. Why would we give our baby away?

[ ] Switch out for a different primary gun for this mission

Let's go with a Saiga 12. Close range corridors, perfect for a shotgun.

>>19881808

Saiga 12, with slugs.

Blow big holes in zombies and easily usable in cramped environments.

Not using buck means we can also not engage in friendly fire.

>MP5SD
9mm is MORE AMMO
SD is NO ALERTING MORE ZOMBIES

9mm penetrates skulls just fine. Don't wanna shoot through walls with that 7.62mm and potentially damage suits and other equipment, either.

>>19881808
I cannot into guns, buggered if I know.

Regardless, we're going zombie hunting, which means shotguns.

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>>19881808
>Saiga 12
Get off my carrier, ya damn zombies!

Nice, too bad I'm a bit late. You've probably seen it already but if not....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4nyHPIcbn88

>>19881889
Man, this was posted in like... the first thread Tomoe was in? By Papa N, no less.

Still a fine thing.

rolled 29 = 29

I wonder if we should bring that armor with us also. Mix some saw dust in with the water plus that armor. Hello tank.

>>19881808
>Saiga 12
Fuck yes!

>>19881858
I would also tend to go with the MP5SD, for all the above stated reasons. It's perfect for the job at hand, though I wouldn't be opposed to bringing the G3 along as well to engage anything that may happen to be on the flight deck or hangar deck.

>>19881808
[x] saiga 12

>>19881942

Well the Saiga 12 has a suppressor.

Maybe we have that attachment? heh.

>turn on microwave
>forgot my AC was going
>blows the circuit
Every fucking time...

Though you'll take your G3 along for the ride, you want something a bit more suited for the tight hallways of the carrier. The MP5 is tempting, but sometimes you're a sucker for a good shotgun.

And the Saiga 12 is a good shotgun.

With a 12.5" barrel, a folding stock, a flashlight, and an Aimpoint T-1, it's more than ready to blast some angry undead. Seven 12rd magazines and two 25rd drums will hold enough buck and slug shells for you to get the job done. Though you'll have to conserve your ammo and make shots count, you won't need more than one per zombie with this.

At your insistence, Bill loads up more MP5 mags than he would usually carry, and even Tomoe finally caves you forcing the MP5SD on her.

"I'm serious, I won't need it..." She shakes her head as you toss the sling over her head.

Ivan snags the PP-19, "Because I don't really want to get bit up."

You make the snap decision to bring along the ancient Frost armor. Zombies aren't shooting at you, so the steel plates will fend off them better than modern armor will. If nothing else, it should at least keep one from getting you in the back or something.

"Guns, booze, women... Well, a girl... This is turning out to be my kind of party!" You boast as you clamp down on a cigar between your teeth and make toward the plane.

"Wish me luck!" You shout back to Nadine.

"Yeah whatever..." She lazily waves a hand, already laying back down in front of the fans again.

>>19882104
And then Papa-N /k/reamed his pantaloons.

And damn Nadine, we are risking our neck here. Bitch, you cold.

>>19882104
Wow. Our sister is a douche.

>>19882069
I have a friend to introduce you to, his name is BAFFLE STRIKES. That's why so few people are willing to put a suppressor on a shotgun, because it's never been a particularly good idea when you can have a rifle, carbine, or machine pistol that's lighter, has a higher rate of fire, and uses much lighter ammunition.

The suppressed MP5 is BY FAR the best choice here. The Saiga might even be a trap option.

>>19882141
She's our sister, of course she's bitchy at us.

>>19882104
Of course she doesn't need the MP5, she's just carrying it for us for when the shotgun inevitably runs dry.

>>19882104
>You make the snap decision to bring along the ancient Frost armor.
See? I knew that this armor was well worth the risk.

>>19882146
100% this.

There are ways around the baffle strikes, but it obviously does compromise the effectiveness of the suppressor.


It is most definitely a trap though. Use the shotgun as OH SHIT backup, MP5 is the primary. Keep shouting at the Kitsune "NEED ANOTHER MAG!" It's like Black Hawk Down all up in this bitch.

I'm going to read the rest tomorrow, it's getting late/early. Thanks for the quest Papa-N, you're the best!

"Such a caring family..." You glance back at Saga and Edda, both passed out on the porch while ice cream bars melt uneaten all over their hands. You'll just let them sleep.

It doesn't take too long to get the plane loaded up with what you brought, and it helps substantially that Ivan already fueled her up. Sliding into the pilot seat you check all the gauges and see it's all good to go. Ivan takes the chair next to you, as he's the only other one with any semblance of flight training. Bill can fly a jetbike, but probably not something like this.

"Ya'll ready?" You crane your neck back, "And seriously now, no shenanigans back there you two."

Tomoe kicks the back of your chair, but you don't care. You're too amped up for what you're about to do. Is it crazy and reckless? Yep. But you wouldn't have it any other way.

"Ladies and gentleman this is ahhhh your captain speaking. We've got ahhhh bout a ahhh six hour flight to ahhhhh the carrier. Weather conditions are aaaahhhhh good with light winds out of the ahhhhh east. We'll be underway in just ahhhhh minute or so, so ahhhh just sit back and enjoy the flight. Ahhhhhhhh...."

The engines of the big beast fire up and you get her aligned with the runway. Giving them max power and adjusting the flaps, you're off the ground and into the wild blue yonder.

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>>19882104

>>19882282
>Oh Johnny labs, you so crazy

You keep climbing until you're at just ten thousand feet. High enough for a somewhat smooth flight, low enough to spot the carrier when you get closer. Using the previous heading, you chart the best course and adjust the controls accordingly. Already you're getting a faint signal from the beacon, and you can zero in on that once you get closer.

"How does this even work?"

A loaded 9mm round bounces against your head rest as Tomoe fiddles with the subgun. You let Bill explain it to her, watching them both.

"See the mag release is here... This is the charging handle, you pull it back and lock it like this when you need to reload..." He goes over the simple operations as Tomoe watches.

"My my, aren't you two all close and shit now." You smile, chin resting on the headrest now, watching as Bill adjusts her hands and shows her how to work the safety.

Tomoe tilts the gun and quickly racks the charging handle, hitting you in the face with another loaded 9mm round.

>>19882282
I am wondering where that picture comes form? Would you kindly provide a source?

>>19882282
Is... Is that a double A battery on the left?

>>19882324
The Basment Machinist/Johnny labs/ TheSalesman2.0 on /k/.

>>19882334
Yes, Right next to the giant spike

You and Ivan both chat idly as the plane drones on. It doesn't take long to give him the brief carrier layout you know about and he quickly looks over the plans for the rest of it. Both of you figure the reactor area is going to be your best bet for finding radiation gear. Thankfully there's a Geiger counter in the plane in case there's any leaks you need to be concerned about.

"I was surprised you didn't bring along an AK though."

"Always wanted to try out one of these." Ivan pats the PP-19 resting against his stomach.

You're about to ask if he even knows how, but than you remember that it's a slavgun so it takes all of a single brain cell to operate. Though in the gun world, more complicated doesn't usually translate into better. Sometimes, but rarely.

Just as you're about to ask Bill if he wants to give the layout a look, Ivan stops you and shakes his head. This time you just look back and chuckle at what you see. Bill, head back, probably snoring but you can't hear him. Tomoe asleep as well, propped up against him, head on his shoulder. It's moments like these that you wish you had a camera.

Which is why you'd brought one along.

"That should be fun later." You smirk as you snap a few pictures, "Awww, ain't they just such a cute couple?" You snigger and see Ivan chuckling along as well.

Unfortunately, you're only a few hours into the flight...

***Several hours later***

"...But she doesn't know who I am..." You look over at Ivan.

"And she doesn't give a damn about me!"

"Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby! Yeah I'm just a teenage dirtbag baby! Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me!"

>>19882406
Ivan is a real bro. We should do more things with him.

>>19882459
Best friends foursome?

>>19882474
NO! Have you seen the shit he does?! He's our bro, but those fetishes don't fly!

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>>19882406


I knew reading all of Erik's lines in his voice was the right call.

>>19882487
At least it wasn't sex in the missionary position with the goal of procreation.

>>19882380
Shame he didn't load a "semen" one

Can't find that screencap of the "motherfucker you can't even imagine" shotgun pistol defense loads thing from /k/

***Several more hours later***

With a long yawn, Bill leans forward in his seat until he's between you and Ivan. His eyes are half-lidded as he looks out the cockpit at the ocean below.

"Did you guys just sing Tainted Love without me?" He asks before letting out another long yawn.

"Shit man, didn't want to wake you up. You looked awful comfortable all snuggled up and shit with your waifu there."

You and Ivan cackle as the incubus scowls and sits back down.

"Anyways, you should wake her on up, bout time to land this bitch. Try a tongue in her mouth, girls love it when you wake them up like that."

Fiddling with the controls and descending lower, you finally spot the carrier far below. Even from all the way up here though, it doesn't appear too small. You'll circle back around and land on the opposite side as last time, you'll take a different route in and down, maybe avoid the undead hordes you'd riled up just a few days ago.

Bill doesn't take your advice, and just wakes Tomoe up with just a slight shake of her shoulder.

>>19882567
[nospoilers]but...that's my fetish... with hand holding[/nospoilers]

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>>19882546
Welp, I can't undo that in my brain now

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>>19882576

>>19882406
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xXjXmvy-c34&feature=channel&list=UL

>>19882570
He actually did at one point. Unfortunately, I dont have it right now, but I will look.

>>19882589

We must sing 'loving you' on the way back just to irritate the backseat couple.

"Ahh, so sleeping beauties' awake now eh? Surprised you didn't wake up when he was squeezing your tits together." You tilt your head at Bill.

"I didn't do anything like that!"

"Yeah yeah, but he thought about it." You smirk and turn back toward the controls.

It doesn't take too long to descend, or spin back around and come in low to land. It's a bit choppier than it was the other day, but not bad enough for the plane to not be able to handle. Ivan waits ready at the side door to leap out and up to the wing to lash the plane to the ship.

Splashdown and he's out, jumping over to the side and quickly getting to work. You jump up and get a few more lines secured, making triple sure your ride back out isn't going to slip away.

"So this is it, eh?" Bill asks, his eyes slowly scanning up the impressive hull toward the top a long LONG ways up.

"Yeap. And we gotta climb up those rungs to get up there." You gesture at the rusted metal ladder.

"Fucking excellent..."

"Ladies first?" You inquire.

"So you can stare at my ass the whole way up? You two idiots first." Tomoe shoves you and Ivan toward the rungs.

"Eh? So it's OK if Bill gets to stare at your ass?"

"He's... He's allowed to..." Tomoe stutters, before giving you a harder shove.

>>19882589
>>19882546
WHELP, added to the list after Breaking Bad.

>>19882570
>shotgun shells loaded with "ice cream"
>Erik feeds Tomoe

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>>19882704
>"He's... He's allowed to..."

>>19882623
I actually saw GK before hearing the actual song and I like the GK version better.

>>19882708
Yeah you really need to give it a watch. I've probably re-watched it 6 or so times, fucking love the series. Shame it wasn't longer, though.

"What? How is that fair?!"

"Because I'm going to be his wi... Just climb already!!"

You finally take point, slinging the Saiga along your back to avoid getting snagged up. Having donned the Frost armor, all the mags, some other gear... You're pretty weighed down. So by the time you manage to make it to the top, you're a bit winded.

Ivan emerges next, not even breathing hard. He may be bearmode (literally) but his cardio is hardly lacking. The submachine gun almost looks like a toy in his mitts as he adjusts the sling. The big Russian just grins as he notices you catching your breath.

Tomoe and Bill emerge at almost the same time, and he gives you a quick thumbs-up behind her back without her noticing as he bites his bottom lip.

Checking your own equipment, everything checks out. You've got the 25rd drum of slugs loaded up, the buckshot one you'll save in case shit really goes south. You hope you won't need it...

The kitsune actually pulls off an HK slap and you raise an eyebrow, a bit impressed.

"You learn quick."

"So what entrance are we going to take?" Ivan asks, gazing around at the rusted top deck of the carrier.

[ ] Same way you entered the first time, you know the layout at least

[ ] Command bridge entrance

[ ] The closest one to the rear, which will hopefully be the shortest route to the reactor

>>19882838

[ ] same way

Stores will have what we need.

[ ] The closest one to the rear, which will hopefully be the shortest route to the reactor

we backdoor now

>>19882838
[x] The closest one to the rear, which will hopefully be the shortest route to the reactor
horrible things happened at the other places.
Hath we donned our armor?

[X] The closest one to the rear, which will hopefully be the shortest route to the reactor.

There will be dead bodies if we go back the way we came the first time; hazards we can't afford. Honestly, how much do we remember about the lay of the ship as we ran from FUCKING ZOMBIES?

>>19882838
[ ] Same way you entered the first time, you know the layout at least

[ ] Command bridge entrance

Work our way down, no worries over things suddenly popping up from behind.

rolled 11 = 11

>>19882838
[^] Same way you entered the first time, you know the layout at least

>>19882838
>dem fluffy tails
>dat HK slap
WHY ARE WE NOT HITTING THIS.

I mean sure, alternating snakegirl/cowgirl is nice for the long-term, and it seems childhood friend is always the best choice, but damn man.

>>19882838

Command

[x] The closest one to the rear, which will hopefully be the shortest route to the reactor
Isn't a skeleton crew for an aircraft carries 1500 or so? No way were going to be able to kill that many zombies to clear this place for good.

>>19882966
We have delicious childhood friend and what appears to be Erik's first legitimate love.
She hates our guts and probably actually likes Bill.

That's why.

>>19882966
We are Erik, the Iceman with cancer who grew up, not Inquisitor Maximus Decarus, Lovemachine of Yagis V.

>>19882966
Besides, we cant hit on our bro's waifu.
That, and the fact that there are going to be 2 very pissed off echidnas waiting for us if we did hit on her.

>>19883065

Unless we purposely did it... so that Bill can come in and defend his waifu's honour.

"If it's up to me? The shortest route we can fucking take, let's head to the back and find a way down. Hopefully one without a bunch of undead in it."

You start down the runway, toward the rear of the carrier. From the plans you know there are a few access routes down, but you don't know how convoluted it might get down in there.

Or how horror movie fucked up.

You know these carriers had a pretty massive crew when they were still active, and while you don't know how many of them are still shuffling around hungering for flesh... You check the chamber of the Saiga yet again, and touch a few mags on the chest rig.

Hopefully you brought enough shells...

The four of you finally end up at the far side and drop down to the scaffolding after testing its integrity. A little ways down and you find a hatch that isn't either locked or rusted shut, though even this one requires Ivan to wrench on to get open. You slowly lean around, flashing your light down the hallway but seeing nothing. No undead slimes, no zombies, no catgirls, and no werebat.

"Looks like we're good to go in?" Bill looks over at you as he draws his sword, Tomoe following his lead.

"Not even going to give the guns a chance?"

"And wake up everything on this ship if we can avoid it? No. We'll cut our way through as much as we can, only shoot if you absolutely have to."

"Which hopefully we won't have to..." Ivan shakes his head.

"Eh? Scared of zombies bro?"

"From what I understand, Essa said you were almost pissing your pants on your way out because you were so scared."

"I-I was not!"

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>>19882966

Because this is the last thing Erik would ever see

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>>19883099
We have a Sagia. This is probably going to happen at the worst possible time.

>>19883099
"See how you like having a zombie slime all over you and what had seemed to be a Vampire Necromancer popping up all of a sudden wanting your blood."

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>>19883038
>it's been almost 6 months since the last HLQ thread

>>19883140
>dat jam
Holy fuck. I wonder if that was a deformed shell from leaving the mag loaded too long.

Tomoe snickers, and so to protect your honor, you again take point. This time with one of your ice-blades, keeping with the idea of keeping quiet.

The major difference this trip is that you aren't relying on night vision, and all four of you have a flashlight. While it certainly makes it easier to see further, it also doesn't make anything less creepy. Shadows play hell on your vision, causing you to jump and start at every doorway as you expect something to come jumping on out.

Ivan stops in front of a diagram on the wall, looking it up and down as he scratches the back of his head.

"Damn this thing is huge... I think if we take the next right we should find stairs down toward the reactor..."

You check the map yourself and see that he's right. You think.

"Well no sense in just standing here, let's try it." You take point again, this time making sure the saiga is able to come up in a hurry, stock folded to facilitate speed.

Sure enough, after taking the right turn (again finding no undead), you hit the stairs. The first landing is safe enough, and you sigh, feeling a bit of the tension leave.

The second landing, though...

You blink.

The zombies don't blink back, not a one of the twenty or so milling about as their eyes (or what's left of them, if they have any) turn toward you.

1d20 for silent combat.

rolled 13 = 13

>>19883236
MAKE IT AN ICE BAYONET FOR +19 TO MY ROLL, BECAUSE I FEEL A 1 COMING

>>19883236
mp5sd and swords, no sense alerting the 1500 others

rolled 8 = 8

>>19883236
And then all hell breaks lose.

rolled 4 = 4

>>19883236
Hahaha, time for nat 1s.

rolled 13 = 13

Hiya Papa. Been lurking for a while now.

Been wondering, might you do a quest based on STALKER or similar?

rolled 16 = 16

>>19883236

rolled 15 = 15

>>19883236
Our Ice shall turn black with frozen gunk of zombies!

rolled 9 = 9

>>19883236

inb4 HUE.

rolled 10 = 10

>>19883269
I'll test my luck one more time.

rolled 8 = 8

>>19883236

>>19883229
The shell was obviously fire, my guess is that it somehow 'miracled itself back into the chamber after roating 180

PAPA! I HAVE RETURNED FROM MY JOURNEY THROUGH THE WARP. But nah, caught the quest again! Awesome.

>>19883282
We did some STALKER in Zombie&Witch. I don't know about a whole quest based on it.

I need to finish this, than Z&W, than Eight's story... After that I've been toying with a space merc/pirate/whatever story but that's in VERY early stages and won't be for a long while.

rolled 13 = 13

>>19883321
>space merc pirate
STOP. FUCKING. EVERYTHING.

wait, no, let's keep fucking everything, but IN SPEHSS.
sssssssssssssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSHPESS BOOTY!!!

rolled 19 = 19

>>19883353
Holy crap two 13's in a row let's try that again just to be sure.

rolled 7 = 7

>>19883236
Prolly won't beat a 19, but that ain't gonna stop me trying

>>19883306
That would have to be some kind of miracle, I can't even... My PTR spits them out like 20 yards with the force of a thousand suns. The saiga I shot kicked them maybe 10'

>>19883319
DO YOU FEEL THE WARP OVERTAKING YOU? IS IT A GOOD PAIN?! Or are you here for the eternal gloreh of the Partridges?

A surge of undead, dried out bodies rush for you. Fighting the urge to scream like a little girl, you set your feet and ready your ice blade. As the zombies hit, you lash out and Tomoe and Bill come up on your right side. In the narrow chamber, it's difficult to make large swings, so you're mostly stabbing. At the same time, it also keeps the zombies from all getting to you at once.

"Step back, I'll handle this!" Ivan roars, and without even pondering it, you leap back.

The werebear steps forwards, large metal pipe in his hand, and swings once. There's a sound like snapping meat and crunching bone as the pipe literally just forces it way through the undead bodies. Ivan's strength is always a marvel, but in his bear form, it really is something else.

He keeps swinging as he advances down, cleaving several with each blow.

"Why did you guys even bring swords? Why did we even bring guns?"

Upon reaching the second landing, however...

You see that all three corridors branching off are full of yet more undead, who are turning to face the source of sound and beginning to head your way.

"Why is it never. fucking. catgirls?" You groan.

[ ] Keep going down, quickly!

[ ] Take positions and fight them off melee, keep it quiet.

[ ] Light em up!

[ ] Back up the stairs!

[ ] >other?

>>19883445
[X] Keep going down, quickly!

>>19883445
Link to the /k/ thread
>>>/k/12171653

>[X] Take positions and fight them off melee, keep it quiet.
We don't need a repeat of the zombie horde from last time.

>"Why did you guys even bring swords? Why did we even bring guns?"
IS GOOD QUESTION!

>>19883445
DO YOU HEAR THE VOICES TOO!?

Missed ya Papa. I'm going to have to catch your email or skype at some point. Anyway, obviously the answer is

[X] Melee

Don't keep it quiet though, ITS TIME TO SMASH EM YA GITZ!

[ ] Keep going down, quickly!

FIGHT OUR WAY TO THE REACTOR CORE

WE WILL GET RADIO THERAPY IF IT KILLS US

>>19883445
>[ ] Take positions and fight them off melee, keep it quiet.

>>19883445

Not enough rounds for 5,000 bodies, minimum.

[] Keep going down, quickly!

>>19883488
Shit, going to have to get me a saiga some day. Just placed an order to pretty up my PTR some more. Black furniture, wide handguard, heavy buffer and a nice 3pt sling. Than maybe off to BS for a trigger job and paddle release install. After that, a nice Hensoldt Z24. Glad I'd picked up Upotte last season. Really love this rifle.

>>19883492
I have a skype but never use it and don't even know my login info. Maybe I'll make another one.

3/3 tie between melee and going down quick

>>19883445
[X] Keep going down, quickly!

We don't want to get stuck between undead from 3 different fucking directions. Keep going and don't get sandwiched like that. If we get a good chokepoint we can consider fighting.

[X] Take positions and fight them off melee, keep it quiet

DOWN DOWN DOWN

"It's not worth trying to fight them off, keep going down!" You hiss, urging the rest of them forward. The stairs loop back around and keep descending, and that's the way you plan on going, all the way down until you reach the reactor room floor. Hopefully with less zombies this time.

Sometimes a quick thinker, Ivan snags the rail at the side of the stairs, rips it off its mounts, and literally bends it around until it's somewhat blocking the stairs behind you. Though the weight of the zombies behind it seems to be stressing the metal, which groans as more and more of the undead pile up, shoving, trying to come down after you.

"This way!" Tomoe calls out, waving you toward her.

Without even stopping to think, you follow her into a corridor with Bill and Ivan pressing behind you. Your light flashes a sign reading "Reactor one", much to your relief. At least it seems you're headed in the right direction now.

The kitsune is forced to jump back as a hatch on the left is shoved open and several zombies pile out of it. She's quick to lash back at them, and her hefty sword easily cleaves through their thin, dried-out remains.

"You weren't kidding when you said it was overrun!" Ivan grumbles as he literally just snaps a zombie in two and tosses the pieces behind him.

"See! See! I had every right to be terrified down here!"

>>19883786

A gravity gun would be perfect.

That and a carelessly placed saw bit which we can use to launch about.

>>19883786

If we get a nice corridor where the zombies funnel through we should make ice patches to force them to fall down, then let tomoe use her fire to burn up a pile big enough to block the corridor. Or we can ice knight it up and light up the night with our saiga and ice beams

>>19883502
5000? Bro, US super carriers have crews of ~3000, all other carries are down from there.

>>19883906

Zombie Icescapades sounds like fun.

"Just shut up, we need to keep going!" Tomoe chides you, but her eyes widen as your light catches the hallway beyond. A hallway literally just chock full of undead that are now charging toward you.

"Relax and let me do my thing." Bill steps in front of you all, readying his sword, "I'll show you how it's done now that I've got some room to work with."

You've seen Bill do his thing quite a few times, in quite a few places. One on one he's almost unstoppable, and put him against a mob of stuff and he can really slice through it like none other.

It's almost graceful the way he spins and slices, limbs and heads flying around as his blade severs through them. Even Tomoe seems a bit taken aback as she watches. Really it's almost too fast to follow.

"So that's why they call him the fastest..." She blinks.

"He sure as shit isn't slow. Now let's roll!" You dash forward until you're behind Bill, who dispatches the last zombie in the hall with a quick flick of his wrist, which sends the end of the sword through its neck.

"Like I said, I just needed a bit of room to work with." The incubus shrugs.

The brief moment of jubilation comes to a sudden, abrupt, and creepy end as the lights above flicker on and off quickly, casting a brief glow through the hallway of undead bodies.

Feeling the hair on the back of your neck raise, you get the sudden urge to look behind you, and immediately wish you hadn't. There's something back there.

>>19883914

>USS Enterprise

>Complement: 5,828 (Maximum)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/USS_Enterprise_(CVN-65)

Something like you've never seen before. Its lanky body moves unnaturally in the light cast from the lights that continue to flicker on and off further down the hall. Its large, bulbous head seems to tilt quickly side to side as it walks toward you. With the way the lights flicker, it almost looks as though it's teleporting along.

Than you see it, how it's feet don't actually touch the ground.

It is teleporting along...

And than the creature screams, a loud, piercing scream. It makes you wince in pain, you can hear your heart thundering in your ears and taste iron in your mouth.

[ ] Nope

[ ] Fight

[ ] >other?

>>19883966
Is it a catgirl?

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>>19883984
[ ] Nope
and
[ ] >other?

Fuck you, have bomb.

>>19883984

[X] Other (Fluffy Tails)

LOVE FLUFFY TAAAIILLS

>>19883984

Noooooooooooooooooope

>>19883984
>[x] Other
"Shut the fuck up! We're doing something here!"

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>>19883875
Maybe the Miyako route will actually be translated by the time HL3 comes out...

>>19883914
The crew is only half the story. The airdet and mardet are another thousand or so each.

>>19883984
Goddamn banshees, now?

>[x]NOPE

>>19884027

What would do you do...

when Majikoi S is completely translated, the only route left uncompleted is Miyako's... and Majikoi's Miyako route is still incomplete?

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>>19883984

NOT TODAY

>>19883984
"I JUST WANNA NOT HAVE CANCER!!!"

>>19884065
Pretty sure yeah, last girl I need for the regular.

Still can't wait till Fushikawa route! Sad but it's pretty much the only reason I'm keeping up with the translation progress.

How much did I miss this time!?!?!

[ ] Fight

IT'S A BANSHEE ENDERMAN

WE CAN TAKE IT

Might want to check the Geiger Counter just to be safe as well, don't to go all out fighting only to find out it's irradiated to hell and back and everyone now has cancer instead of just the protag.

"Fuck whatever that thing is, run!" You shout and immediately take your own advice. You run forward, into the dark hallway beyond...

And quickly realize that it seems you've left the world behind.

In front of you, hallway.

Behind you, hallway.

Hallway that stretches on endlessly, continuing on and on for as far as you can see at least. Behind you still, the monster. It keeps screaming, louder and louder now. The sound filling your mind, all you can think about, all you even know. It feels like your eyes are bleeding, maybe your ears too. You aren't even sure if you have teeth anymore, your entire mouth might just be full of iron.

But something seems to be bringing you back now, out of the darkness. You grab onto it, an anchor to reality, something, anything.

And slowly you open your eyes.

"GET OFF OF MY TAILS!!!" Tomoe shouts, finally shoving you away.

You blink, slowly, several times. You're not in the hallway anymore, instead in a tight room full of large pipes. The lights aren't flickering here, it's still dark.

"What the motherfuck was that thing?"

"I don't know, but it seemed to really get to you whatever it was. Ivan had to pick you up and carry you in here. Whatever it is... It's right outside this door." Bill gestures.

Summoning up your courage, you slowly stand up and look at the porthole in the hatch. Raising your light, you come face to face with the beast. Empty black eye sockets stare back at you, over top rows of long serrated teeth and a tongue that licks up the glass as you watch.

Unconsciously you reach back toward the fluffy tails, but Tomoe pulls them away.

"So where are we?" You gulp, not taking your eyes off the monster.

"Reactor room one, apparently."

>>19884294
Heh, and the fluffy tails again prove their awesomeness in his mind.

Aww fuck it's a fucking striga.

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>>19884065
I'd be pretty sad, but at least there would be MayuMayu