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OMFG! GEN A!

>>20919642
We're going to the fucking mountain no matter what so they may as well give us some answers. Tell them that if they're afraid of saying the name of whatever is there they can just call it Shagnasty.

FINALLY. THE TIME HAS COME.

>[x]Touch fluffy tails.

Though you didn't think her capable of something like it, Amunet's lips turn up in a bemused smile as her yellow eyes continue to stare. You've seen that before, like a cat playing with a mouse, and you don't like that at all. Maybe if she had you cuffed to the bed-stand, but not while she's touting an arsenal and withholding what seems to be rather crucial information.

"Would you refrain from giving our guest so much of a headache? He has been rather civil." Merte steps out from behind a row of lockers, fully suited up, and releases the charging handle of her khyber pass style AKM.

All you return is a hard stare, and the oldest of the young group of catgirls shifts uncomfortably after a moment. Her tail begins to sway, wrapped inside the obviously home-made addition to the suit.

"What?" She finally asks.

"You didn't tell me either!" You hound her.

"Well that's... We don't even know what she is, certainly not a name. But if that mountain is your destination..." She pauses long enough for you to roll your hand, not letting her just leave it at that, "Then you should perhaps reconsider..."

You slap the charging handle of your G3 and the bolt slams home, chambering the beefy 7.62x51 round.

"If I pussy out now I've got a few weeks left at best. I'd rather not be a scardy cat and take my chances with whatever eldritch horror awaits and I don't give a damn how hungry it is."

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>>20919757
>pussy out
>scardy cat

The last heavy vault-like doors of the shelter open and once again you're greeted by the harsh wasteland beyond. Glassed sand whipped up by an angered wind, sun blazing un-abrupted by clouds. You aren't a believer, but this is how you'd imagine hell.

Blades already spun up and ready, the Hind waits a short distance away. The catgirl pilot watches you approach through the aviators that appear to be glued to the mask of the suit she's wearing.

"We'll help you find your friends and get you to the mountain, but we won't go inside!" Merte has to shout and stay rather close for you to hear over the tremendous sound from the chopper. You simply nod in response, you couldn't have asked them to go inside before, let alone after seeing their reactions to the mere mention of it.

Into the rear of the old Soviet flying tank you pile, seating yourself rather comfortably between two catgirls before kicking your feet out and placing an arm around each of them.

"Preflight complete, I'm ready."

"Careful or she'll open your suit up like a can of tuna." The one to your right lets you know perhaps a bit too cheerfully. Glancing to your left, you notice it's Amunet.

Your hands eagerly seek out something to do and immediately fall to your radio, the one linking you back to Karin. Though you don't remember doing so, it's been switched off and without even pausing to think you flip the switch.

Immediately you regret doing so.

A wall of noise blasts you in the ear. So loud and so grating that it's physically painful to the point where you nearly pull off your suit just to dig the damn thing out of your ear.

"Karin! Calm the hell down!"

"WHAT THE SLITHERING FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN DOING THESE LAST FEW HOURS?!"

[ ] It certainly isn't catgirls

[ ] When you go the the wasteland you inevitably get abducted by the locals, you should know this by now

[ ] Fake interference, switch radio off

[ ] Other

>>20919757
Before we leave do our part for the world
Giant orgy with the catgirls to ensure the survival of their species

>>20919890
>[ ] Other

"Hey, it was a long ass walk so I decided to hitch a ride with some friends I met while boating a while back. Not to mention that the alternative was being eaten by Shai-Hulud."

>>20919890
>[x] Other

'You're going to think I've gone completely fucking crazy but I swear to god it actually is catgirls this time'

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>[x] It certainly isn't catgirls

Should be

>>20919890
[x] It certainly isn't catgirls
or aids

>>20919890
Almost start crying "It's catgirls, this time it's finally catgirls. They're not gone. Even if this fails we can help them, we can save them. Maybe we'll be able to make up for not being there when they needed us."

>>20919890
>Other
Erotic entertainment. Mostly dancing and getting in to various states of undress in the middle of wasteland. Met some old friends.

>>20919995
A bit hammy, but I like it.

"Where was I? Well here in the deadlands, pretty much. Been a typical day. Met up with some friends, hitched a ride, threw some bills at some Shai-Hulud strippers shaking their... Things... I mean what did you expect, catgirls?" You laugh at the notion. It's never ca... Wait...

"That's not a funny joke, Eri..."

"It's catgirls." You cut in.

"k... How could it be catgirls?"

"I don't know, it's amazing, Karin. Like some kind of lost world preserved in time. Life found a way. We can save them, Karin, we weren't able to before but now we can. We'll just have to put them back in their natural habitat and..."

"Quit talking crazy talk!" Karin shouts rather suddenly, "You've been out of contact for hours! What the hell happened, Erik?"

You look around the cramped interior of the Hind as it bucks and shakes in the high wind, a dozen catgirls staring back at you.

"Seriously, though. I got abducted by catgirls. Catgirls in radiation suits."

>>20920120
With a hind, I should mention the hind because it is nice to see one running this well these days.

>>20920158
Beautifully preserved Hind.

"...Catgirls..." Comes Karin's rather sarcastiball reply.

"Yep. Furry ears and all. Oh and they have a Hind. I'm literally freeballing around the deadlands in a Hind. This would be awesome if it wasn't so damn stuffy in these suits."

"D-dad wait! Give me ba...!"

You hear what sounds like a struggle from the other end, a lot of stuff brushing into the mic and maybe something being knocked from a table.

"Did you say a HIND?! As in, Soviet helicopter Hind?!" Jimbo's gruff voice instantly recognizable.

"I did."

"Oh man, you lucky little shit. It FLIES?! Hey can you... OW! Alright, alright!"

"Bit excited, is he?" You have to bite your tongue not to laugh.

"A bit? He wanted you to take out a tape and start measuring various parts or something. That's not important. Are you seriously..."

"I am seriously in a Hind surrounded by catgirls and we are now looking for Ivan and the rest of 'em. They got left behind, couldn't keep up with my mad bike skills."

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>>20920239

Rolled 5

Wonder just what the others have been up to

As Karin loses her shit as a scientist, demanding explanations, anatomy descriptions, and various other things, you zone out a bit.

Instead you watch as the door gunners continue to scan left and right, no doubt looking for any sign of your friends. Thinking about that makes you realize it will be difficult. No doubt they're hiding if the chopper were to get close enough, as they probably don't see it as being friendly.

"Focus, Erik. How long of tails do they have and what age group do they fall under? Tail to age ratio was always a disputed point, I for one side with..."

"I don't know, a meter? Not what I'm really worried about right now, Karin."

"Err... Right, sorry."

What you'd hoped would be a quick twenty minute search drags past its first hour and begins to close in on the second. You have yet to see any signs of your friends, and with the high wind kicking sand everywhere, you can't even find any tracks from the bikes.

"We'll have to refuel, soon." Amunet lets you know, now standing inside the large chopper while looking out one of the ports herself.

"We've gone up and down the area you guys found me at already?"

"Already? We've done that half a dozen times. The wind is making it hard to see much of anything on the ground and night is approaching. We may have to try again tomorrow, on the ground."

[ ] "I can't wait that long, drop me off at the mountain and keep looking until you can't anymore."

[ ] "Drop me on the ground and stay in the sky as long as you can, we've got to find them."

[ ] "They should be fine for tonight, we'll try again at first light."

[ ] other

>>20920348
[X] "Drop me on the ground and stay in the sky as long as you can, we've got to find them."

>>20920348
[x] "Drop me on the ground and stay in the sky as long as you can, we've got to find them."

>>20920348
>[ ] "Drop me on the ground and stay in the sky as long as you can, we've got to find them."

Wait do we have our dirt bike with us still? Getting dropped off on foot here doesn't sound to safe..

>>20920348
[x] "I can't wait that long, drop me off at the mountain and keep looking until you can't anymore."

Try to find them from the goal. It's the only point of reference Erik and rest of the crew has.

>>20920389
>>20920383
>>20920378
Trying to find people on the wasteland without any clear meeting place is a bit far fetched.

Go for the mountains. It's the only place that everyone is knows that everyone is heading towards.

>>20920348
[X] "I can't wait that long, drop me off at the mountain and keep looking until you can't anymore."

Have them leave us some signal flares and the needed stuff for a large fire.

"Drop me on the ground and stay in the sky as long as you can, we've got to find them." You're more worried about your friends than you are about anything else. While it's true that they followed you here willingly, you'd never feel right again if anything happened to them.

"Are you sure? We only have enough fuel for another half hour before we must return." Amunet turns her head toward the cockpit where the pilot, still wearing the aviators, nods.

You reach under the bench seat behind you and pull out a small hard case.

"Flares, right? I'll pop two off if I find them, one if I'm in trouble. If you have to head back, do so, but sortie at least once at night if you can. It would be easy to see the flare."

After explaining your plan to Merte, you ready the bike and back it down the ramp as the Hind hovers just inches off the highly radioactive sand. Once free you fire up the motor and get some distance between you and the Hind, eager to get out from under the rotor wash.

You retrace your steps to the last place you saw your friends, though that proves difficult. There are no tracks left so you have to go by the mounds of earth moved by the sandworms. You make sure to stay cautious around those, but none resurface to continue pursuit.

"Maybe they sleep at night?" You wonder, looking out toward the horizon as the last of the sun disappears.

Rolled 11

>>20920576
inb4 surprise vore

rolling for surprise vore even

The dirtbike has a headlight but it is alarmingly weak, barely enough to illuminate the terrain fifty feet in front of you. You hope that the noise of the bike would be enough for your friends to signal you somehow. But that has yet to happen.

"Do you see anything on the photos? Some kind of natural hideout? Anything?" You pry Karin but, again, she finds herself unable to help.

"These are old photos and we've checked the places I found." You can hear the frustration in her voice.

As dusk turns to night you see the lights off in the distance as the Hind takes flight again. That makes you wonder just how long you've been searching without finding a trace. You figure that gives you about two hours before they have to return and you need to find some place to stay safe.

The wind, which you'd hoped would abate come nightfall, has if anything only increased in ferocity. Small funnels of sand whirl and twist in the narrow beam of your headlight, which now is the only source of light. Even the stars and moon don't seem to permeate this black.

After cresting a high ridge and again coming up empty, you slow the bike to a stop and beat a fist on the handlebars. You're going to have to change your strategy here.

You've got that flaregun and that might draw your friends in. At the same time, it would signal the chopper but also might now alert the military.

The rifle on your back has a loud and recognizable report, Ivan would know the sound in an instant if he was close enough.

"I could always ask..." You look back toward the dark patch of terrain where the sandworm tunnels were, and shudder.

>wat do

>>20920653
Fire rifle three times, wait twenty minutes. If nothing happens go ask a sandworm.

Just move for the mountain. They will too.
It IS after all the place we came here for.

Rolled 7

>>20920679
do not fire rifle, it will piss the sandworms off

>>20920718
Oh right they're hibernating or something. Maybe we can wake one up without disturbing the rest.

We may have to give her some 'ice cream' though.

>>20920718
That or alert military patrols in the area.

I do agree with >>20920703

That would be the most likely spot they head to if they're not here.

Rolled 15

>>20920742
yeah, head to the mountain

You decide against trying to fire off the rifle or the flare gun, as both are just as likely to draw unnecessary attention as they are to signal your friends.

Instead you turn your attention toward the mountain, though it's too far off in the distance for you to see. You hope your friends decided to head there after being unable to find you post-chase.

Revving the bike back up the tires dig into the sand and you get back underway. Though you can't be sure you'll find your friends there, at least it's better than combing desert you've probably already been over once or twice.

You take some solace in the fact that Jack is with them, and though you don't truthfully know much about insane walrusmen, you hope that would be enough to dissuade any would-be assailants as well.

"No luck finding them, I'm going to try the mountain I guess. Otherwise I'm out of ideas." You cue to Karin, and when she responds, the stress and sleep deprivation in her voice are apparent.

"Well calculating it out, they couldn't have gotten much further than that on those bikes but I don't know, my math could be off and these photos... There's really no way to judge distance accurately."

"Don't worry about it, focus on what we have control over. That is... The big triangle rock... Where in regards to..."

"Are you lost, Erik?"

"I am NEVER lost. Men don't get lost. I'm simply relaying my directions to you so you know them, that isn't being lost."

"The rock should be on your left, Erik. Head west."

>>20921164
Erik, get your shit together. Can't be that hard to hit a big triangle rock in wasteland.

Rolled 4

>>20921164
SHIT ERIK, GET IT TOGETHER

Keeping your distance from any signs of the sandworms, though that's difficult without much light, you take Karin's advice and adjust course. The terrain levels out and you manage to pick up some speed, enough to actually cover some ground.

The mountain finally comes into view, if only because it blocks out all the stars in its profile. As if that doesn't feel ominous enough to you, the air itself takes a chill.

You're not overly affected by the cold, as a Frost. You would be more or less fine sitting in snow completely naked, aside from the mild discomfort from the texture of it.

But you can certainly tell when it's getting cold, and damn is it. You're forced to stop for a moment as the suit fogs up to the point you can't see, which out here in the deadlands is eerie, because there's no noise aside from the wind which is howling.

At long last you reach the base of the mountain and a few steps later, you're up to your knees in snow. That throws you off big time, as the desert around the mountain is rather warm.

"Frost magic ain't gotta explain shit, huh?" You look up and shake your head. "That's one big damn mountain."

Checking all your gear, you begin the grueling trudge up the side of the steep slope.

Rolled 10

>>20921478
I thought stuff only fogged up when there was a difference in temperature? Couldn't you fix that with frost powers by making the inside as cold as the outside?

>>20921537
>"Frost magic ain't gotta explain shit, huh?"

Rolled 19

>>20921555
thought that just referred to the snow on the mountain in the middle of a desert

>>20921572
Warm air inna suit because desert, fulla moisture because perspiration

Suddenly it is cold outside and the warm air is like FUCK WHY CANT I HOLD ALL THESE WATER and condensation happens on the inside of the visor as the air inna suit cools

If you used magic to make the air in the suit colder all at once, the same shit would still happen.

Rolled 10

>>20921606
I am satisfied with this explanation and will not push the issue further

>>20921572
Well, yeah. You drive around in a hot suit, then suddenly magic happens with cold. Fogged up goggles. Actually, I'm not really sure. I should know this but I'm not sure. Need to check this shit out now.

>>20921478

Fuuuuuuck yes. I finally manage to catch up and it's when a thread is actually going on. Love this story, Papa-N, thanks for all the work you put into it.

I was thinking of trying out a quest thread of my own. Was thinking of combining this:

http://www.mangaupdates.com/series.html?id=72210

With monstergirls and some of their mythos, and throwing in a dash of sci-fi tech to make it interesting. I'dp appreciate your thoughts on it, if you've got the time

Rolled 1

real men play Papa-N quests without taking dice out

>>20921722
YOU BASTARD

>>20921537
hot inside suit, cold outside suit

The higher you progress, the deeper and deeper the snow gets. Still, it doesn't bother you too much. This kind of place would be your race's natural environment and was at least in that other world.

You ponder, as you climb, about that place. There are a lot of theories floating around as to HOW it happened, but the most prominent is that somehow two different dimensions or planes were suddenly thrust together and had to deal with it.

As laughable as that theory might be to some, at least it held up better in your mind than the guy who seriously wrote a book titled "Jews did apocalypse".

You spot the mouth of a cave just ten feet away, rather small and full of jagged teeth of ice. Out of instinct you lob a snowball, and, garnering no response, decide it's probably safe to enter.

"Bill? Ivan?" You shout inside, keeping your rifle at the ready.

There's no response.

[ ] Enter mountain

[ ] Keep searching outside

[ ] other

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>>20921722
You sir, are a monster

Rolled 18

>>20921735
dealwitit.jpg
>>20921741
enter mountain, they might be seeking shelter inside

>>20921741
[X] Keep searching outside

I think at this point we could fire a few shots, get their attention.

Rolled 15

>>20921743
The dice gods love irony. I don't even care if its actually irony or not.

>>20921741
Keep searching outside.

Fire raifu

>>20921741
[x] Keep searching outside

Where da white wimmin at? (And I also have to go to bed now. Love your threads Papa N!)

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Rolled 20

>>20921722
brace yourselves

>>20921820
>nat 20 hue prediction
I don't think this is a good thing

>>20921741
>[ ] Keep searching outside

Outside is a good side.

There's just something about that entrance that you don't like, something you can't get over. In situations like that, you just back away and try something else.

Namely firing your rifle into the air. With the wind as wicked as it is right now, there's no way the sound would be heard at any far distance. Instead, you hope it will act as a beacon for your lost comrades.

You fire up into the air in the signal for "lost", snow flying off of your rifle from the vibrations of the receiver, and then you wait.

The wait is long and you grow rather bored, up here on the side of a mountain with nothing much at all to do except continue to shake off the accumulating snow.

Finally it appears your method is rewarded as you hear what sounds like footsteps coming from above you. Turning toward the noise, you squint to try to see anything at all, but find yourself unable to through the snow and the dark.

"Ivan? Bill? Tails?" You call up.

A sound you can only describe as ice rattling is all that responds in return.

"...Jack?" You ask hopefully, though you're already shouldering your rifle.

The sound stops, leaving you, heart racing, alone. You continue to scan around, looking for something, anything. Maybe whatever it was decided to leave you...

!!!

Your foot is snagged hard and without warning and before you can react, you've already been pulled waist deep into the snow. In a panic you draw the FNP out of its holster and try to fire beneath you, but the shots seem to have no effect.

>>20922156
This is our environment. Turn all the snow below us, where the thing that has grabbed us is, into pure ice. Immobilize them.

>>20922156
HELLO FELLOW ICE CREATURE

HOW DO YOU LIKE MY ICE

>>20922176
If that is at all possible, it is our best option. Or just attach some ice spikes to our feet and start randomly kicking.

>>20922156
We're an ice man.
We're surrounded by snow.
Snow -> Ice.

>>20922195
This. Thow them off with crazy.

"Attacking the iceman in my natural element? How very foolish, allow me to...!"

You're dragged down to your chest this time, and decide that perhaps the monologue can wait until after you've thoroughly beaten whatever it is that has decided to mess with you.

Forming blades of ice down your legs, you get to kicking and stomping as best you can, which is neither much nor powerful. Something has a firm grip on you and it's only tightening the more you struggle.

Continuously you're pulled, more and more into the snow, until it's above your head. Your attacks and thrashing only becomes ore frantic now as you struggle to try to get free. Nothing you do seems to work and every kick just feels as though you're kicking snow.

There's a final tug before you're dropped rather unceremoniously down into a dark chamber where you scramble to your feet and switch on the weaponlight of your pistol.

What's staring at you is unlike anything you've seen before. She appears to be made out of pure snow and nothing more, though if you had to place her...

A slime?

"What the fuck are you?!" You shout as she lunges forwards, arms of snow reaching out to snatch you again. This time you're prepared and slash out with a blade of ice, which cuts right through but doesn't phase her for more than a nanosecond as the hand reforms and reaches yet again.

You fire the pistol now, the .45 caliber rounds punching neat holes in her body. Holes that close up almost immediately.

"You uh... Want to talk this one out?!"

Another lunge toward you, this time with both hands, is clear enough evidence to you toward the contrary.

[ ] Fight

[ ] Run

[ ] Surrender

>>20922400
Fighting sure isn't working...

Surrender is probably delicious Hue, so I guess
[X] Run.

Surrender.
The iceman and the slushgirl, together at last.
There could be no happier ending.

>>20922156
>[ ] Run

Rolled 8

>>20922400
surrender

>>20922400
[x] Item

We packed one or more of those emergency magnesium distress flares they always have in movies right?

Few hundred degree self oxidizing flame might do some damage if shoved into the chest cavity of a snow critter.

>>20922400
BOOLETS DON'T WORK
[X] RUN

Guys we're still in radiation land, surrender is death.

[X]Run

>>20922400
Either turn on the cold to 11, turn her into a chunk of ice, or shoot a flare right into her face.

>>20922453
We need both of them for signaling, though.
Or did we get more then just two?

>>20922400
We've fought slimes before.
freeze then shatter

>>20922400
[x]Fighting retreat
[x]Running get away

Get the hell away from it.

>>20922400
[x] Pokemon
Switch out for Tomoe and use fire attacks, they're super effective!
We do the run away bit, and she's bound to appear out of nowhere.

>>20922479
Those were flaregun cartridges, I mean those big red roadflare looking things they use in every single movie with an arctic scene.

>>20922484
Shits already below freezing. If she could freeze, she wouldn't be living on a snoky mountion.

>>20922504
Oh, right. Yeah, that could work.
We'd have to get awfuly close to get her with it, though.

>>20922514
>there is only one freezing point
No, no there's not. Everything has a different freezing point.

Rolled 5

>>20922557
glorious alcohol tells me you are correct

>>20922557
I imagine we will have some difficulty freezing a magical ice monster.

>>20922557
I'm just saying, the freezing point of magic ice slimes is likly waaaaaaay down there, if there is one at all short of absolute zero.

>>20922582
>>20922620
Don't know what you don't try.

>>20922634
Because trying would involve sticking around more then long enough to get killed, in addition to being unlikly to succeed?

Scrambling backwards you try to put as much distance between you and whatever the hell THAT is while thinking hard. So far your attacks have amounted to jack and that doesn't work for you.

You can see the cave gets deeper, boring into the mountainside. While that isn't exactly where you want to go, there aren't really any other options at the moment.

The girl, if you could call her that, is still charging faster than you can backpeddle.

In an attempt to slow her down, you try desperately to actually FREEZE her. This seems to slow her down slightly as she vents her frustration in a scream that pierces your ears. The snow that makes up her body clumps together slightly, a slight sheen forming over it.

All the opportunity you needed to break and run.

Light from the pistol bouncing over the rock walls you dash down further into the cave. The snow monster screaming louder and higher pitched now as you pull away.

"Holy fuck, snow slimes? That's a thing?!" You rant but only receive static. The mountain must be blocking the signal.

You begin to slow down, having put a great deal of distance between you and that thing, whatever it was. Taking a second to look around, you realize how spectacularly lost you are.

There's only one direction to go, and at a loss as to what else to do, you follow it.

The cavern begins to expand out slightly, enough that you don't have to watch your head so much. As you lament that these suits don't support some kind of night vision, something glimmers in the corner of your eye.

>>20922400

[x] Surrender

BRING ON THE HUE

>>20922887
SHIT! Punch it!

>>20922887
Shoot it.
Best response to just about everything.

>>20922887

You found a BLUE RUPEE! That's worth five rupees!

Light?

Slowing to a cautious, quiet step, you peer around the natural outcropping of rock and stop. It takes a few moments for your eyes to adjust, but it's clear now what you're looking at.

A pool of water, nearly a large pond in size. You would have thought it would be frozen over, but the surface doesn't appear to be touched by ice at all.

Stranger still is the light that emanates from inside, as though the entirety of the water is glowing. Having had dozens of encounters with slimes, you scan for any sign of a core, but can't see one.

Gingerly picking up a rock, you hurl it out and with a loud splash it impacts. You level the G3 and wait, letting the seconds tick by. The water churns for a minute, stirred up by the intrusion, before returning to its prior calm, serene state.

"Guess it isn't always a slime girl." You mutter, approaching with the rifle at a low ready. Nothing jumps out, nothing moves in the shadows, and for the first time on this trip you don't feel the presence of immediate peril.

Gazing up appreciatively at the stalactites of ice hanging from the rather high ceiling, you nearly reach the pool before just as nearly tripping.

Catching yourself before going down, you kick out at the annoyance, which goes sliding across the stone bottom of the cavern.

It's something you'd recognize instantly and everywhere, having seen it for years. Something that sends a chill right down your spine where it settles like a rock in your gut.

The wood, tarnished and worn and rugged. A metal barrel lacking almost any finish. A cut down Mosin Nagant, an Obrez.

Ivan's Obrez.

>>20923002
This is especially sad because IVAN CHESNOKOV passed away recently. /k/ will never be the same

>>20923002
Oh fuck.
Any blood in the area? Casings, bullet holes, wnything?
Can we see to the bottom of the pool?

>>20923002
Look around, pick it up, jump in the pool, and deliver 7.62x54r justice to whatever waits within, provided it isn't our friends.

>>20923002
Stash it and examine the surroundings more thoroughly.

>>20921704
It would be an interesting combination and I'd suggest really making it your own instead of relying too heavily on just the setting, if that makes sense.

Monstergirls are always good and they would probably fit right into that universe. Let me know when you're running it and I'll try to be there if I'm able.

>led by a soldier who's also an otaku
Dohoho Japan

The manga any good, by the way? Been churning through a bunch of them while riding shotgun. Turns out you can hold a lot of extra batteries in a M16 mag pouch which I've been using with some junky duracell charger to keep my tablet going.

>>20923070
It could be much better, if it weren't for severe cases of "JAPAN!".

>>20923011
I'd always thought IVAN=Boof but if he was truly a separate person than his loss is a harsh one. I hope he's working the bolt and stammering drunkenly about SISTEMA and FART BULLET in the afterlife. I certainly miss him either way.

"IVAN!" You shout, the sound bouncing off the walls, dozens of echos following.

You know he isn't about to respond. Ivan would never abandon his Obrez. If not only out of sentimentality, than out of practicality. Even if it's run dry it still makes for a wicked cudgel, you've seen that point made firsthand.

Picking up the gun and turning it over in your hands, you examine it for blood, well, recent blood. Nothing. No obvious signs of struggle past what it wore before this. Seemingly nothing out of the ordinary. It doesn't even smell like rancid cat urine so it couldn't have been fired recently, either.

Checking the chamber you see it's still quite loaded as well. Either he dropped it without realizing it, or somehow left it behind without a fight.

Tucking the quite ancient device of glorious motherland into your plate carrier, you search around the cave for any sign of struggle but again come up empty. No blood, no scuff marks, no bullet holes. Not even the heavy scent that gunpowder of any kind leaves behind when expended in a closed environment.

You know that whatever the case is, something most certainly isn't right here. Approaching the pool you notice it's really only perhaps a foot deep. Too shallow for anything to disappear into.

>>20923144
It's a glowing pool in a magic mountion. Depth hardly matters.
Can we still see that rock we tossed in?

>>20923144
I hope Ivan's alright, Essa being sad would be too much.

Do not enter the pool, it is suspicious. Throw a few more rocks in to test and then freeze it.

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>>20923084
Page 3
>Hussars
>Roman Legionaries
>LoTR style Orcs & Ogres

oh boy

Rolled 10

>>20923144
Or is it?!? Dun dun duuuuun!

I say we step into the pool. What's the worst that could happen? Hue?

>>20923171
>Winged Hussars riding dragons

Picked up.

>>20923144
Apparently he made it back home to wherever he was from. Manly tears were cried upon learning of his passing. /mlp/ and /k/ mourned as one that day

>>20923177
>the worst that could happen
>papa-n

We just found Ra'alman's summer place.
begin the vore.

Angry and still overtly suspicious of the pool, you hurl another rock into it, then another and another. Each one causes a splash and sinks quickly to the bottom.

You even go so far as to beginning to freeze the water, but even that yields no result. It freezes the same as any other pool would, only the more the ice stretches across it, the dimmer the light becomes.

[ ] Freeze it over

[ ] Leave it alone and continue on

[ ] Shoot it

[ ] other

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>>20923171
I'm going to need both hands for this.

>>20923206
Yeah I saw the thread on /k/ and it was also the first and probably only time I'll ever click on a >>>/mlp/ link.

One of the few trips I've ever liked on /k/ and that is a small, small handful. Belarus I think? I had a shot of vodka in memoriam regardless.

>>20923286
>JSDF fighting dragons with the little girl along for the ride
definitely picked up

>>20923257
So we still see the rocks? Can we shoot it with a caliber that won't kill? Like an airgun or something?

>>20923257
Freeze it.
Might as well.

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>>20923257
>[X]other
Pic related

>thendici gracefully
Oh yes capcha, we will go gracefully.

>>20923287
Yeah, my nugget is getting named after him since taking a shot isn't an option right now.

>>20923257
>[ ] other
Jump in

>>20923257
Feel around, try and find out what's giving off light.

>>20923257
Shoot it then move on. Freezing it will completely take out our light source.

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>>20923257
[x] other

Drink it.

>>20923332
I really need to get a nugget one of these days... Any time I think about it I somehow inexplicably wind up back at my apartment with something else entirely.

Like that HK claw mount that should be arriving in a few weeks...

Rolled 11

>>20923257
It ate ivan, it must be investigated

>>20923257

Kill it! Kill the water!

>>20923362
Water for the water god!
Drips for the drip throne!

Rolled 12

>>20923359
I'm about to take a second look at something that might have been a grossly underpriced hk g3. If it is, that bitch is getting resold

>>20923070

Thanks for the feedback. My intention was only to take the premise of the manga, and use everything else as input for designing the universe. Was thinking of either starting this weekend or sometime during he next week, depending inhospitable quickly I can pull everything together.

As for the manga, I personally like it, if only because the hilarious superiority of guns makes me laugh. Also, a dragon gets its leg blown off with a Panzerfaust, so there's that.

Will elaborate more after I get back to my damn computer.

You push your powers to their very limits, ice continuously inching across the top of the water as you freeze and freeze and freeze. Until, quite suddenly, you're in the dark.

Except for your weaponlight, trained on the frozen pool.

The FNP coughs half a dozen times, chunks of ice blowing off the top of the pool as you lay into it. Still, no reaction.

"Guess that's that..." You mumble, stepping out onto the frozen water to try to raise any action but again finding none in return.

Though you can't shake the feeling that the pool hadn't told you all of its secrets, you did your best in trying to get it to cough them up. Maybe you're fortunate it didn't, you really don't know what to think or expect at this point.

All you know is, you're tired, hungry, and now very angry. Something has taken your friend, and something is going to pay dearly for doing so. That's all you can come up with.

Continuing your trudge through the dark, cold cave, you have the sensation that there's a ringing in your ear. Though you can't exactly remove your gear to take care of it you at least attempt to, pressing in on the side of the headgear.

Another twenty yards later, however, you know that it isn't just a ringing. There's something making noise, further into the cave where it begins to drop down at an ever increasing gradient. Something is clearly down there.

And it is singing.

>>20923388
Oh sweet fucking cake-frosted tits, I finally managed to get home after 8 fucking hours.

In any case, I'm debating how much sci-fi or fantasy elements I should integrate. Should magic be a thing? Should I include technology that we'll probably have in a few years? How easily should people from our side be able to grasp some of the more fantasy-esque factors over there, or how long should it take them to analyze it? Yaddayaddayadda details.

Not really sure how to discuss it in length without distracting you from the story.

>>20923896
Sing back.
Preferably something by wierd al.

>>20923674
Heh.

>>20923896
Hope it ain't a siren

>>20923925

IT'S FRAAAAAANK'S TWOOO-THOUSAND INCH TEEEEVEEEEEEEEEEE

>>20923898
>>20923674
Sorry, I know I've been slow. Been a long week and with durr season starting up Monday I've been getting ready for that when not working.

>>20923920
Magic vs guns is always fun. Humans adapt shockingly fast, I don't think it would take long to recover lost tech or understand fantasy stuff like magic. Not the more fireball~y stuff for lack of a better term.

The singing is unlike anything you've ever really heard before. You're certainly no musical aficionado but something about this voice is very much different to you. Neither overtly sweet or melancholy, almost like someone singing to themselves.

You check yourself, make sure that it isn't some kind of siren pulling you in, but you don't get that sensation of head-in-the-clouds bliss. It's certainly alluring in that you want to sate your curiosity, but beyond that, nothing.

There's something about it you do recognize, though, almost as if you've heard it before. Some kind of familiarity, soothing, almost comforting about it. You doubt whatever it is is any kind of threat, not with any tangible proof, but just some kind of gut feeling.

Words slowly start to escape from your lips, in tune to the song. You're singing, you know that, but you don't know why, how, or what. Something inside you just decided to start singing and it's an urge you can't seem to batter down.

At your lyrical participation, the song from down the cave only grows louder and more pronounced. You aren't moving toward it, but whatever it is, it's coming at you, though rather slowly.

>>20924141
ancient frost magic. calling it now.

Part of you is panicking, these are clearly not words you know but you are matching them perfectly with whatever is singing. The other part of you thinks that's fine, normal, nothing to worry about. Which only makes the other part flip the fuck out even harder. You're torn somewhere between breaking into a Disney-esque song and dance routine, and sprinting away while firing blindly over your shoulder.

The song and dance part can go get fucked, you're out of here. Or rather, would be, if the stone beneath your feet hadn't already enveloped you up past the ankles, firmly rooting you in place.

You can only struggle halfheartedly, as the song becomes louder, filling your mind much to the rejoice of the part following along with it.

Though you don't know what it is, where it is, what it's capable of, there is one thing you do know. You're not sure how, or why, or what to make of it, but you just know.

It's her.

>>20924238
get sword stab self win gaem

>>20924238

Well fuck.

Rolled 10

>>20924238

Dive into the rock.

>>20924238
Fortitude, old bean.
We may only get one shot, let's be ready to make it count.

>>20924353
hold fast, could be the frost girl from the vision

>>20924238
The tooth fairy?

>>20924238
This is very bad, this is probably what the catgirls were scared of.

We need to break the stone, if we can get some water in there we can freeze it and the expansion could crack the stone.

At once her song stops, as does your own. Though you can't see her, you know she is there and can most certainly see you. Just beyond the darkness, perhaps so close you could touch.

Close enough, apparently, that you can feel the cold breath on you face.

"Hello, Erik." The ancient witch coos, "I've been waiting for you."
I think I'm going to call it here tonight, just at a loss and writing sloppy. Being stone cold sober is not helping one bit, either. Gotta be up early to try to bust some ducks, too, season started today and I've gotta try out this new HK/Benelli super black eagle because damn it is a sexy shotgun.

>>20924363
Astute recollection, old boy.
Fire discipline, it's the soldier's way!

Also: zomg Grimdark. "Why it's never Catgirls", indeed. GJ Papa-N, that was a dark twist indeed.

>>20924425
is it sexy enough to stick it down the bore soft and then think about jessica alba naked until the inevitable hilarious 911 call is placed? Cause I'm in the market for a shotgun and don't know where to start

Rolled 15

>>20924425

I got my grandpa's old Model 12.

Rolled 2

>>20924446
I'll tell you the same thing 911 will. If it persists for more than 4 hours, call a doctor. Until then, get off the emergency line.

>>20924446
haha I h-have no idea what your talking about...

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>>20924696
Going hunting tomorrow? Have fun. Hope you bag something.

I eventually plan to go hunting myself... but...
... I still need to get to the damn range and pratice on my Mosin first.. At this point, I might as well just set aside a few days and try to bike my way up there.

>>20924769
Be sure to bring a video camera for when you inevitably have to talk to the police.

>>20924824
what you did there, I see it.

nugget is good with soft points. bow season Monday, no raifus until Nov 15th for me. that day is like Xmas with more guns and alcohol than normal Xmas

>>20924446
I'm trying to think of what to say to this and I don't know where to start either.

>>20924824
>Lose track of tab
>Where is it, where is it
>After about 20 minutes, remember that 4chan Catalog exists.

Well, there are peaceable journey laws in my state, so I might get away with it.... "Honest officer, I'm just going to the range. Yes, that range. Yes it's an hour and a half away by car. Uhm... look, can I go now? This ammo is heavy"

>>20925399
You should ask the cop for a ride.

>>20925399
I thought he was referencing the two hipsters that shot a deer with a nugget out of season

>>20925644
Huh. I haven't heard about that. I figured it was more a reference to all those OC story threads on /k/ or similar.

not be a dick or anything, but i'm really anticipating Zombie and Witch Quest. Is it going to be a complete restart, or just one recap thread, and continue off going after Arcinter?