>>40742431
>stand still, inspect the feeling

Nice to see you again so soon, Art!

>>40742431
>Twitter:
>Archive:
There are supposed to be links there, right?

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>>40742431

Wow, I can't copy paste to save my life.

Twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQM
Archive: suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=ArtemisQM

>>40742474
:) Thanks man. It's always a pleasure to have an audience who likes my writing. Who were you in my last thread, perchance? My fem-robin buddy?

>>40742488
YEssir

>>40742431
>stand still, inspect the feeling

>>40742431
>>stand still, inspect the feeling

>>40742431
>sit down, meditate.
And here i was planning to go to sleep
Guess not

>>40742522
Implying anyone could possibly sleep through my quests.

Today's music playlist: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VVgehLqwNUc&list=RDVVgehLqwNUc#t=0

Alternatively, /k/ radio: kommandoradio.com

>>40742498
>My fem-robin buddy?
I... Wow man, how do you seriously do that?

>>40742553
Hey,timezones are a thing!

Time for GRAND ADVENTURE AND PELVIC-THRUSTING NINJAS! Watch the video, it'll make sense
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pMhfbLRoGEw

>>40742561
It's magical, innit? I wanted some stuff similar to what I've posted, just that general aesthetic kinda. R34 is not my thing.

>>40742474
>>40742504
>>40742517
Writing!

>>40742431

You stand still for a moment, trying to clear the clouds away, but they only press onwards, harder. Your eyes themselves feel under pressure from the clouds, and you’re seeing stars run across the blackness.

You close your eyes for a bit, relieving the pressure, but now it’s almost like there’s nothing.

You try to speak again. “Hello?”

You can hear the echoes bounce around the room you’re in. And a skitter. Something’s in the room with you.

>Call out again.
>Stay quiet, don’t move.
>Draw your caneblade.

>>40742740
>Draw your caneblade.
HELLO!

>>40742740
>>Draw your caneblade.
>My dear sir or madam, i would prefer it is you would make your presence known to me.

By the way, something's coming up. You can't stop it. It's going to happen no matter what. But are you, the Best Dad Ever, going to overcome it?

>>40742740
>Call out again.
I don't want to hurt you!

>>40742648
Alright.
Apparently I lost my folder when I switched computers, so either way I was gonna have to start re-compiling.
I'll probably dump next thread.

>>40742740
>Draw your caneblade.

>>40742740
>Draw your caneblade.
>Call out again.
Do both.

>>40742782
Of course, it's our job innit?

>>40742800
I know that feel anon, Just lost my main comp with all my bookmarks and images yesterday

>>40742782
We wouldn't deserve to bear the title if we didn't at least try.

>>40742821
Backups, backups, backups. Drives cost nearly nothing these days. Seriously, you can buy a 500GB SSD for $200, which is damn good, and HDDs are a pittance.

>>40742816
>>40742754
>>40742781
Writing for caneblade drawing.

>>40742845
I really do need to get in the habit I backing shit up.

>>40742845
Yeah i know, Was being stupid and lazy though

>>40742740

At the sound, you take your caneblade and draw it, the metal rasping and sending out more echoes as it comes free from the sheath. You stand there, breathing a bit slower and shallower, waiting for the skitter to come again.

And you hear it. This time, it’s behind you. You turn around, taking your time, trying to face the sound, but it eludes you, moving from place to place, sending out more echoes.

And finally, after five seconds of silence, you hear another step, and a whistling noise, as something pierces the clouds, aimed at you.

>Roll 1d100.

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>40742947
I say good day sir!

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>40742947

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>40742947

>>40742973
I said GOOD DAY!

>>40742973
damn it what is that referance from? It's on the tip of my tongue

>>40742990
>>40742988
>>40742973
Writing.

>>40743018
Willy wonka, methinks.

Rolled 64 (1d100)

>>40742947
Just warming up..

>>40742947

Even as you spin around to face the noise, it lands onto you, a beast grabbing onto your body, and clawing at you. You shove your caneblade up between the two of you and send it flying backwards, and rush after it, swiping at random with your blade.

The beast retreats, but you can follow the skitters just a bit better now, and your head turns to follow the noise. Even as it jumps at you again, you swipe to catch it mid-air. It screams, the sound echoing throughout the room, and you slice at it again, catching one of it’s limbs. You hear it drop to, the floor beside you.

This time, the beast retreats a bit more carefully, and when it jumps at you the final time, your blade isn’t in the right place. It squeals in delight, and you can feel its claws go for your eyes. In the pain from the various scratches it dealt to you, you roar and finally spike it with the caneblade, destroying whatever was left of it.

You fall to the ground, panting at the exertion. Next to you you can feel the monster, lying dead. When you run your hands over it, it seems like there are far too many limbs, too many claws. It reminds you of that sex scene from Top Secret, with all the arms and legs, but in a much less funny way.

Your body stings with the cuts and gashes, and your own face feels pretty torn up. Luckily enough, though, the cloud seems to have lessened its pressure on you, though it’s still as dark as before, if not darker.

>Tend to your wounds
>See if you have anything to make a light.
>Keep going. You need to find Eve.

>>40743169
>See if you have anything to make a light.

>>40743169
>See if you have anything to make a light.
>Keep going. You need to find Eve.

>>40743169
>>Tend to your wounds
>>See if you have anything to make a light.
Can we activate our swords mysterious powers again?

>>40743169
>See if you have anything to make a light.

>>40743169
>See if you have anything to make a light.
then
>>Tend to your wounds

No good to her if we die.

>>40743169
>Tend to your wounds
>See if you have anything to make a light.

>>40743262
>>40743223
>>40743215
>>40743213
>>40743212
>>40743204
Writing for light, then wounds.

>>40743169

You feel around your coat pockets for anything to make a light with, and in your left breast pocket you find your pipe and lighter (both strictly ceremonial: you don’t like smoking, but like hell you’re going to not have a pipe on you). Taking out the lighter and fumbling around with it, you manage to find the wheel and flint, and light it.

Nothing.

You try waving it around a bit, closer and further, to see if the flame’s hidden by the clouds. Nada. You then hover your hand over it, feeling for a flame, and pulling it back quickly when the flame jumps at your fingertips.

You set the lighter to the side quickly, and start feeling over your body for any injuries, though you have a sneaking suspicion about what’s happened. Eventually, your hands find your way to your face, dismissing the rest of the wounds as superficial. Your face itself isn’t much worse, maybe a few deep gashes on your cheek and neck, but your hands freeze when they reach your eyes.

Or, well, what’s left. The pain from all the other wounds covered it up. Gently, hissing at the pain, you try to feel out the eyeballs, but you only find flesh, and small remains that make your vision spark and pain flare when you touch it. The optic nerves.

You’re blind.

Well.

Shit.

>Doesn’t matter. You’ve got a daughter to save.
>You’ve got to figure out how you’re going to find your way around first.
>Write In.

>>40743388
>make a sick blindfold and actually use your cane for once
>Doesn’t matter. You’ve got a daughter to save.

>>40743388
>>Doesn’t matter. You’ve got a daughter to save.
On a 94 really?

>>40743388
>Doesn’t matter. You’ve got a daughter to save.

>>40743422

Mate, that beast was gonna cut you up. That too many limbs thing isn't a joke. If you had failed, we would've cut to Eve, and worked from there till she could save you.

>>40743420
backing, we are become kenshin
>>40743422
He told us we wouldnt be able to stop it

>>40743388
>>40743420
this.

>>40743422
we chose like, a triple boss battle. (If I understand last thread properly)

>>40743388
Really? we lost our eyes on a roll with a 93? I call bullshit Artemis

>>40743388
>Doesn’t matter. You’ve got a daughter to save.

>>40743455
again, he SAID we couldn't stop it. didn't matter if we rolled a 100

>>40743388
>>Doesn’t matter. You’ve got a daughter to save.
>Good thing you have as sword that is also a cane!

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>>40743475
sides we badass now, I am okay with this.

>>40743453
Correct. I can't tell you everything, but you'll find out by the end of the thread.

>>40743420
>>40743422
>>40743440
>>40743491
>>40743458

Writing.

>>40743447
>>40743475
You do realize now it's impossible for us to make money?

>>40743494
You wish We're not going to be able to do jack shit.

>>40743453
How? We were just out on the town.

>>40743501
A little something like permanent blindness isn't going to stop best dad!
>>40743509
Ah quitcherbitchen. we'll find a way.

>>40743509
>You do realize now it's impossible for us to make money?
Hell we can't even do cooking for our family now, Can't do a fucking LOT of things now, Fuck you Artemis

>>40743509
>>40743525

You got Eve another leg. I'll leave it at that.

>>40743535
seriously guys, this is magical girl setting. there's gonna be a replacement for damaged eyes

>>40743535
Yeah eyes and a fucking prosthetic leg are fucking miles apart though, And i bet your just going to go "Lol MAGIC!" aren't you?

>>40743525
>>40743509
Holy shit, let the story progress! It's not something that can't be corrected in a MAGICAL SETTING.

>>40743522
Eclipse, He already said we're not going to be Shogo levels of anything. We're useless in just about everything now. Need to see to do our job and take care of our daughter without losing a hand or worse.


>>40743535
Magical girl shit, we're not a magical girl. We're not eligible. Eye are a metric fuckton more difficult than legs anyways.

>>40743566
Guess what, If it's a magical setting theres fucking antimagic and dispelling

>>40743535
So he can get a regen magic for his eyes then? alright.

>>40743581
>>40743555
Guys, when the QM literally tells you it'll work, and you keep bitching for no reason, you're not being good players. sit down and shut up.

>>40743583
Dude.
Art is a cool bro.
We're not gonna lose everything ever to one roll.

Stop trying for a redux of Kobold quest.

>>40743614
Guess what, QM's usually fucking lie and are assholes

>>40743509
Look at
>>40743447
This is a set up for eve to save us from three emotion monster things, if we could beat them all, it would be a bit silly.

Presumably what is happening now is just a chance for us to soften up the opposition before eve needs to come to save us.

Also, is that gonna be a third of the fight already done for eve?

>>40743630
Enjoy your confirmation bias.
Now, I'm going to stop replying to you, and I'm going to recommend the same to everyone else.

>>40743630
Give me one example of when artemis has lied.

>>40743626
Unless the eyes can't be dispelled i prove to differ
>>40743643
So he's letting us the mc get beaten to a fucking pulp and get shoujo levels of fucked up? Jeez sounds like a great idea!

Hey guys, you know I love you right?

Please stop for now. I've got this well under control.

It's all part of the keikaku.

>>40743674
And your going to fuck us over later on this aswell, All part of the Keikaku right!

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>>40743666
It may actually work that way. If you recall, nobody else could do what Shogo could.
>>40743705
see pic

>>40743705
You sound so sour and frustrated
Go get some tea,man,maybe it will help the nerves

>>40743717
>>40743726
He is very clearly trying to rile up what has up until this point been a very comfy player base.
Ignore him and he'll give up.

>>40743762
>Someone is against what i'm saying!!
>Oh i know i'll call him a troll!

>>40743388

Fuck this. This is complete and utter bullshit. But that’s not going to stop you from fucking up absolutely anything that comes your way.

After all, you’re the Best Dad Ever.

You slowly stand up again, using your cane to support yourself as you get up onto your feet. First things first, it’s time to use your cane properly.

You tap the cane against the ground, feeling the echoes bounce off around the room again. And so, you start walking, sweeping the cane in front of you, keeping as steady as possible. You can’t help but bump into a few things, some furniture of whatever place you’re in, but after a bit you manage to get the hang of it, tapping occasionally and listening for a ring or shudder from something else in the room to avoid it.

Eventually, you find a wall and trace your way along it, until you reach a door. When you go through, tapping with your cane to find the size of the space, you find it stretching far along. You can also feel a bit of warmth on your face, coming from one end of wherever you are now. But not too much farther, near where the warmth is, you can hear some voices. One hard, biting off each word, and the other stoic.

The angry one speaks. “And how are they progressing through?”

The reply comes, calm. “At the pace you expected, sir. The one you spoke of is following the path you set. The small one though, she’s avoiding it all.”

“How fast will she get here?”

“Not fast enough.”

“Good. Make sure that they don’t meet. Maybe take the small one as well, she’s not important.”

“Understood, sir.”

“And has It returned with its prey?”

“No, sir.”

(1/2)

>>40743851
>anticipatinggrinintensifies

>>40743851
We need to make a blindfold with our tie so we don't scare Eve too bad.

>>40743851
Does the MC know enough about the emotion things to get any inkling of what our meta-knowledge tells us?

I vaguely recall someone telling us about them? or was that OOC?

>>40743911
That was OOC, mostly from a viewpoint swap.

>>40743911

Wasn't part of your perspective.

>>40743851

A moment of silence. Then drips of venom, “You’re telling me It hasn’t recovered the prey, yet? It was meant to have prepared it by now.”

“Maybe It hasn’t found him yet-”

You can hear something like a fist get slammed against a table. “It is a predator. It has never failed. How could he have evaded it?”

As they speak, you’ve been quietly edging around the room, staying closer to the clouds that leak from the walls, hoping that you’re out of their sight. Each time you take a step, though, the pain spikes and you can’t help but hiss, however quietly.

You need to find a place to rest.

The two voices keep conversing. “Shall I check in on It, sir?”

“Hmmph. No. We’re taking a gamble here, no matter what. The Slut knows what I’m doing, but if I give her too much evidence she’s going to kick my ass, or steal the glory. Leave It to do Its business. We shall wait.”

The voices stop, and you pause to listen for any more, making out the faint sound of footsteps as they leave the hall.

You slowly slide to the ground, back against the wall, holding back another cry at the pain.

>Tend to yourself. Need to make sure that you’re ready for whatever comes.
>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.
>This was all part of a plan. Follow the voices, figure out exactly what they were going to do.

>>40743935
>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.

>>40743935
>>This was all part of a plan. Follow the voices, figure out exactly what they were going to do.
daredevil-sense, ACTIVATE!

>>40743935
>Tend to yourself. Need to make sure that you’re ready for whatever comes.
And make that blindfold,please

>>40743962
Pfft, I wish. That'd be cheating. Maybe if you were Shogo.

>>40743935
>Tend to yourself. Need to make sure that you’re ready for whatever comes.

>>40743935
>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.
Gotta get to our daughter so we can fight together!

>>40743935
>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.

>>40743935
>Tend to yourself. Need to make sure that you’re ready for whatever comes.

>>40743962
>>40743969
>>40743983
And here we see the worst dad ever!

>>40743962
changing to
>Tend to yourself. Need to make sure that you’re ready for whatever comes.
For the blindfold tie, then
>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.

>>40743925
>>40743935
Damn. I hate trying to make IC decisions with a bunch of OOC knowledge.
>>40743935
>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.
Can we go Backwards?
the way they were talking seems to indicate that eve is coming to them, so moving forward is away from her? right?

>>40744020
Uh no there are more ways than forward and backward you know.....

>>40744020
>>40744018
>4018[]
>>>40743962
>changing to
>>Tend to yourself. Need to make sure that you’re ready for whatever comes.
>For the blindfold tie, then
>>Keep going. You need to find Eve, and warn here.
>>40744004
>>40743995
>>40743988
>>40743958
>>40743969
>>40743983
Okay, I'm going to write for quickly making a blindfold, and then trying to find your daughter.

Writing.

>>40744020
It's harder for me. I could tell you guys exactly what's going to happen, that it's all going to be okay, but that would be...boring.

>>40744007
>Worst dad ever
>Making sure we don't bleed out before finding our daughter, or terrify her when we do.

>>40744020
In the words of Donut: Never ever ever go backwards.

>>40744043
well, uh, the way I was visualizing it was like a circle, with the 'things' near the centre, and the three of us working our way towards it?

>>40743935

Alright. You need to find Eve, and warn her of exactly what’s going to happen.

But first...

You use your caneblade to cut off a length of your sweater, and then tying that all around your head, over your eyes, or lack thereof. While doing that, you notice some slime, maybe left over from whatever the beast was, and slightly sticky too, but you manage to wipe most of it off, though you avoid messing with whatever’s in your eyes. Wouldn’t be worth the pain.

Finally, you stand up, and continue to edge around the room. As you do, you find another doorway, the clouds parting around it to leave a clear entrance.

>Go inside.
>Scout the rest of the room, see if there’s some other path to Eve.

>>40744121
>Scout the rest of the room, see if there’s some other path to Eve.

>>40744121
>Scout the rest of the room, see if there’s some other path to Eve.

>>40744121
>Scout the rest of the room, see if there’s some other path to Eve.

>>40744121
>Scout the rest of the room, see if there’s some other path to Eve.

>>40744157
>>40744146
>>40744140

Writing for this, then.

>>40744121

You push away from the wall to go around the doorway, and continue scouting around the room, looking for more exits. As you go around, you find it all coming into the warm area, where the voices had been talking. The clouds themselves also start to fade away more, with the last chunk of it being about five metres away from whatever the warm area is.

Slowly, listening for any more movement, you pull away from the cloud, walking towards the warmth. As you get closer, you can also hear crackling, and figure out it’s a fire. Arranged around it are couches and chairs, with a small table next to it all, and when you run your hands over it you find some papers, and a knife of some kind.

You can hear some echoes further on, past the fire, where the two voices must have gone. You also hear some more coming from another entrance, on the other side of the fire, though those sound less like talking and more like...screams.

>Go to the screams.
>Go to the voices.
>Stay where you are.

>>40744313
>Go to the screams.
EVE I MUST SAVE YOU

>>40744313
>>Go to the screams.
As far as we know, they may or may not be Eve.

>>40744313
>Go to the screams.

>>40744313
>>Go to the voices.

>>40744313
>>Go to the screams.
Even if it's not eve a gentleman always helpss those in distress

>>40744313
>Go to the screams.
Aw our little girl is making her enemies scream in terror!

>>40744390
>>40744380
>>40744350
>>40744345
>>40744338
Going to the screams.

>>40744313
>>40744408
Can we quickly grab the knife we noticed?

>>40744313
>Go to the voices.
Genre savviness, activate: Nightmares are full of screaming, almost constantly even

>>40744408
Always take the loot before leaving.

>>40744416
backing. who knowws, they may need it to complete their plan

>>40744416
But...
We have a sword.

>>40744416
We have a canesword....

>>40744454
>>40744466
Back up weapons are always useful.

>>40744454
>>40744466
You can never have enough knives.
Unless you're planning on going for a swim. In which case you can easily have too many.

>>40744454
>>40744466
True, but it might have special properties, or it might be needed (as >>40744440), and it only takes a second to grab.
And if we were disarmed, we can use it as a surprise weapon.

>>40744526
>You can never have enough knives.
Not going to lie that sounds edgy as fuck mate....

>>40744549
If we're looting shit, why not take the papers and tuck them into our pockets as well, so we can get someone else to read them later. Might give us IC clues on what the heck is happening.

>>40744575
yeah, steal everything that isnt nailed down and on fire

>>40744313

Before you leave, you pick up the knife on the table and deposit it in an inner coat pocket, making sure the blade won’t cut through the fabric by wrapping it in some of the papers from the table. It does actually seem dull, so that isn’t a problem. After that, you walk around the table and proceed towards the entrance, your cane staying ahead of you, sweeping for any obstacles.

As you go through the doorway, the screams start to fade away, and soon the only sound is your cane tapping against the ground, and your own breathing, kept shallow so you can listen for any reverberations from what’s ahead.

Soon enough, you exit the hallway, and find yourself in room, though this one is cold. In fact, the clouds seem to get stronger, here, though it’s all oozing around your legs. As you advance into the room, the tap of your cane reveals some large object in the centre of the room, from where the clouds seem to be coming from.

>Go up to it, find out what it is.
>Avoid it. The clouds aren’t good news, anyway.
>Write In.

>>40744575
>>40744621
good result, that.


>>40744621
>Avoid it. The clouds aren’t good news, anyway.
>maybe the clouds are being generated to make it more comfortable for the hunters?
>we should prepare for an ambush?

>>40744621
>Go up to it, find out what it is.

>>40744621
>>Avoid it. The clouds aren’t good news, anyway.
When gas is thick enough to ooze, it's probably best you steer clear.

>>40744621
>Go up to it, find out what it is.

>>40744621
>Avoid it. The clouds aren’t good news, anyway.
>Continue the search for Eve

>>40744656
>>40744668
>>40744694
Guys we might be able to destroy it you know....That way we don't get ambushed or worse Eve get's ambushed!

>>40744621
>Go up to it, find out what it is.

>>40744621
>>Go up to it, find out what it is.
>>40744729
makes good points.

>>40744775
>>40744753
>>40744729
>>40744674
>>40744657
This goes through, then. Writing.

>>40744621


You advance through the thick clouds towards the object, using your cane to probe at it curiously. The sound that comes back is muted, metal but dampened by something else. When you reach out to touch it, your hand comes away sticky, covered in whatever that slime stuff is. It tingles on your fingers, and as you feel it it starts to come apart, evaporating away into more gas. Whatever the slime is, it’s creating the clouds.

Stepping around the thing, you find a set of stairs leading up along the side of it. With some caution, you slowly go up, keeping your hand out against the wall, while trying to avoid whatever the slime is. By the time the stairs stop and return to a flat surface, whatever slime is on your hands has now covered your hands, the pain of whatever cuts are on it muted by the sludge. Strange.

With your cane, you try to probe the top of the object, but it just goes into it. When you pull the cane out and feel it, you find more of the goo covering it. This is like a giant container for the stuff.

>Find a way to destroy it.
>Experiment with the goo a little.
>Return to your search for Eve.

>>40744873
>Find a way to destroy it.

>>40744873
>Find a way to destroy it.

>>40744873
Some sort of anaesthetic gas trap?
can we check if we cut on our hand is still there, but numbed, or gone completely?

If the former, destroy.

If the latter, experiment.

>>40744873
>Experiment with the goo a little.
Can it help with the bruises?

>>40744873
>>Find a way to destroy it.

>>40744932
backing, if it actually heals, we can maybe fix our eyes

>>40744991
>>40744958
>>40744940
>>40744932
>>40744917
>>40744907
A tie, of sorts. Any lurkers around?

>>40744873
>>40745074
experiement

>>40744873
>>40745074
Sorry for the delay.
>>Experiment with the goo a little.

>>40745182
>>40745088
Writing.

>>40744873

You let yourself go down onto your knees, coming a bit closer with the pool of slime, and reach in with your hand, cupping it and drawing it out. Again, you can feel the tingle on your hand, whatever pain from the slashes fading away. Interesting.

You shrug off your coat jacket and shirt, hanging them over the railing of the staircase, and use a little bit more goo on your arm, where a large gash is. Once again, the goo tingles, and the pain starts to fade until it only feels like a minor scratch. Out of curiosity, you try to wipe off the goo, but it sticks and refuses to move. Using the flat of your caneblade doesn’t work either. Sighing, you set your caneblade to the side, you retrieve the knife from inside the coat pocket, and try that. This time, it all falls off, plopping back down into the container.

The pain’s still gone. And when you feel for the gash, it’s not there anymore either.

>Alright, let’s get rid of this little blindness thing.
>Neat. Still incredibly dangerous. Destroy it.
>Leave now, go find Eve.

>>40745284
>Alright, let’s get rid of this little blindness thing.

>>40745284
>>Alright, let’s get rid of this little blindness thing.

>>40745284
>>Alright, let’s get rid of this little blindness thing.
One eye only. It may have long term consequences that are not immediately apparent.

>>40745284
>Alright, let’s get rid of this little blindness thing.
>Use on one eye only,perhaps there are drawbacks

>>40745323
We're going to be able to see ghosts or some shit after this aren't we? awesome.
>>40745338
>>40745341
good points I guess

>>40745346
>>40745341
>>40745338
>>40745323
>>40745314

Writing for one eye, then.

Please roll 1d100.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>40745361

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>40745361
We don't happen to have a flask on us or something?

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>40745361

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>40745361

>>40745384
Of course you do. Filled with triple-distilled Honey's Finest.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>40745361

>>40745375
eh, it's no 100 but it'll do just fine
>>40745403
fill that thing with the goo I say

>>40745410
:3

>>40745410
...thank you for waiting. maybe not roll for the rest of the thread yeah?
>>40745424
It's the fourth roll, this is best of three, right artemis?

>>40745403
Empty that flask and fill it with the goo. Even if we don't use it. We could get it annualized and see if we can reproduce it some how. HEALING POTIONS!

>>40745410
>1 again
I am very glad that I am slow.

>>40745403
How convenient.

Take a couple of swigs, mourn the loss of the good stuff, then fill it up for further use of experimentation.

>>40745410
Lucky yer out of the cutoff.

>>40745410
that never happened
nothing to see here

>>40745424
Fifth roll Artemis

>>40745450
>>40745449
>>40745438
Yeah, he's slow. Shame though, could've been a cool battle sequence.

>>40745410
Time to change out the dice my good nameposter.

>>40745468
>Shame though, could've been a cool battle sequence.
I am now imagining our eyeball swelling up and bursting from our face like a xenomorph. As a prelude.

>>40745566
That's what I was thinking. And then we fight it like the giant eyeballs in SM64

Pizza is noodles, now.

>>40745566
>Mfw it becomes like th eye of cthulhu...
>Mfw the villains face when we tame it and use it as our steed

>>40745647
...you know, I always wondered.
Where does one sit on a giant eyeball mount? Do you just sit on top, or is there a bit of optic nerve curving up at the back to form a saddle?

>>40745709
I'd imagine you sit on its eye.

>>40745284

Of course. This would be perfect! You quickly unwrap the fabric from around your eyes and pull up another scoop of the slime, and start letting it drip into your eye. You hiss a little at the tingling, even more intense than before, and you gasp a little as there’s a sudden flash, and your left eye can see again. Taking the chance, you look around the room, trying to figure out where you are. While the lack of your other eye is slightly disorientating, you manage to discern that this room holds a huge silo of whatever this greyish ooze is, and the slime itself is slowly evaporating, turning into more of the clouds.

Alright. One eye is enough for now; you don’t know what possible side effects there could be. At the very least, though, you can collect some of it for later.

Reaching inside your coat, you pull out your flask of Honey’s Finest, and take a quick swig before regretfully dumping it out, and fill it up with more of the goo instead.

Just as it’s almost done, you see something out of the corner of your eye, floating in the container.

An arm, or a poor fascimile of one, covered in these awful spikes...

>Nope nope nope time to get out of here
>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground
>Grab it and throw it away from the container.

>>40745795
>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground

>>40745795
>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground

>>40745795
>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground

>>40745795
>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground

>>40745795
>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground

>>40745795
>>Haha time to burn this fucker to the ground

>>40745849
>>40745843
>>40745828
>>40745815
haha groupthink.

Roll 1d100.

Just gonna go for a bit, might take me ten-fifteen minutes.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>40745872

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>40745872

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>40745872
>>40745885
oh
>>40745888
shi-

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>40745872
fire pls

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>40745872

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>40745872

>>40745885
>>40745888
>>40745898
>>40745901
Next time let's wait for the people with names to roll.....

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>>40745885
>>40745888
>>40745901

>>40745898
>>40745901
>>40745910
I mean, I suppose I'm lucky for stopping the one, but even so it's a bit mediocre.

>>40745898
Well, I prefer this to
>>40745901

>>40745937
yea,since they obviously have bonuses to their rolls,right?

>>40745953
I am honestly starting to believe so....

>>40745901
>>40745910
The slow is a double edged... thing.

>>40745972
I hate these image checking things. They slow me down too.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>40745966
Well then, let's see what I would've gotten!

Writing for 45, all the same.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>40746186
Let's try an experiment.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>40746216
>>40746186
It's clear!

The dice gods hate us all!

Just pack up and go home for the night.

>>40746186
Doesn't work on QM's sadly artemis

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>40746186

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>40746228
The dice gods demand an offering.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>40745795

Oh.

FUCK.

You try to grab your lighter from inside your coat pocket, but as you do, the container shakes, shoving you down, the lighter skittering away from you, right next to the ledge of the container.

“Shit shit shit” you mutter, crawling over and grabbing it, but only to find another limb getting there right after you. It tries to wrench the lighter from your grip, but you prevail, snagging it back and lighting it. The fire burns brightly, and your new eye aches a bit at the sight, but you watch as the clouds around it get eaten away, small traces of fire visible in the air.

So this stuff is flammable. Good news.

The bad news slowly appears, as the limbs (now several of them, all floating on the surface of the sludge) start pulling each other together, sinew and muscle forming out of more ooze to knit it all together.

While it slowly becomes a mass-murdering death machine, you reach inside your coat pocket for the needle and thread you keep to fix any tears in your suit (hardly your biggest problem now) and fix it right underneath the wheel, holding down the gas button, leaving the lighter constantly burning.

And finally, just as the new beast rises up from the slime, you toss the lighter in.

And that’s the last thing you see, as you’re thrown backwards against the wall behind you by the massive ball of fire.

(1/2)

>>40746364
I hope that roll was for the enemy....

>>40746412
Accidental roll, haven't removed it yet.

>>40746364
Damn it, did we just go blind again?

>>40746516
I think that's just unfortunate phrasing about us getting knocked out.

>>40746364

The minotaur roars, arms out and wide, ready to challenge the newcomer. It bends down, pawing at the ground with its massive hands, pulling loose some of the tiled floor. With a final snort, It jumps forward, crossing the distance between itself and the enemy in mere seconds-

And skids to a stop, as its armored skull is cut through like a hot knife through butter, the two and a half feet of blade impaling itself into the horned head. The minotaur dies instantly, falling down to the ground, the blade sliding back out again.

You sigh, flicking the blade to the side, cleaning it of the rancid blood, though the blood channels hold onto their own serving, the red fluid quickly mutating, becoming darkness incarnate and storing itself inside the blade, causing the metal to become an even closer shade to pure emptiness.

You’ve been fighting through these things for hours now, and you haven’t caught sight of either Dad, or Jackie, your new sister. You wonder how they’re doing. No matter how strong Dad looks, he does want company in the end, just as you need his help to stand tall at times. And Jackie...well, you really don’t know how she’d deal with this.

Either way, it’s now your turn to rescue your father, and sister.

The hallway around you has the exit behind you, which you just came through. That way leads back to the beginning of this horrid journey, filled with the bodies of those you’ve slain.

And forward, probably more death waiting for you.

You laugh a little bit. No doubt about it, you’re scared out of your mind.

You feel a hand rest on your shoulder. You know it’s not real, but the pressure comforts you nonetheless.

Don’t forget that I’d be scared too, the Voice says cheerfully, hell, I’d be shitting my pants if I were you.

“You’d still do what needed to be done,” you remind it, sheathing your caneblade again and walking forward, onto the next challenge.

(2/3

>>40746739

Just like you, the Voice observes.

“Well, I learnt it from the best.”

Which I’d like to remind you, isn’t me.

“So what are you, then? Just me going insane?”

Remember that cool battle montage between the emotions earlier? Well, depending on which one would’ve won, they would’ve been your guide. Since you chose to not be a little bitch, I won instead! the voice explains. Thus, I shall be the one to explain exactly what the fuck is happening.

“Alright then, oh Great Guide,” you joke, “what the hell *is* happening!”

Not a clue! I’ll tell you when I figure it out, though.

You reach the end of the hallway, leaving you at another junction. To your left is an iron gate, looking in an awful state. You could easily cut it open. Before you is a staircase, leading on upwards. And to your right is a completely ordinary carpet, definitely not lying over something.

You grimace. “Okay, that’s you at the end there, isn’t it?”

Seriously though, that’s an awful disguise. Probably not a good idea to go down whatever trapdoor that’s hiding.

>Gate
>Staircase
>Completely ordinary carpet

>>40746760
>Completely ordinary carpet

>>40746760
>Staircase
>Wait a minute are you trying to double-trick me

>>40746760
>Staircase

We just picked up pride didn't we?

>>40746760
>>Gate

>>40746838

I'll have you know that I'm whatever I need to be! Humans aren't just some pieces of wood with emotions written on them. People can be angry, sad, happy, prideful, shameful, whatever.

>>40746804
Oh, good question. I seriously don't know though. You could peek, maybe. Unless there are spooky scary skeletons waiting.

>>40746869
So he's literally emotion. That's actually pretty badass

>>40746760
>Since you chose to not be a little bitch
Oh, god, that got me good.

>Staircase

>>40746906
Just like the best choice in Cards Against Humanity, I'm the catch all, beat everything. Except the Biggest, Blackest Dick, but really,who can beat that?

>>40746934
less dicking around,more storytelling,ye lazy mutt!

>>40746934
Say that to our daughter and we'll find a way to introduce YOU to our canesword.....And our antique collection....

>>40746959
Well I'm sorry, Mr. expects-everything-to-be-hand-delivered.

>>40746981
And hand-crafted!

>>40746981
He's just tsundere for your story posts artemis.

>>40746980
And some family photo albums.

>>40747054
Dear god are you insane!? I wouldn't wish to inflict that on the devil himself!

>>40746760

“Alright, let’s just go for the staircase.”

The more boring the better.

You start trotting up the staircase, your boots ringing against the marble construction, your cane tapping the floor rhythmically with each step. Soon enough, you’re at the top, confronting an outdoor bridge. As you step forward, you notice that the ‘outdoors’ here isn’t really what it sounds like: the sky itself is a constantly refracting mess of light, almost as if the aurora borealis were glitch art. Below you is the same, the hall that you used to be in floating above another mess of lights and color.

The bridge seems to connect to a large tower, apparently the final element of this maze you’ve found yourself trapped in. The middle of the bridge is occupied by another large demon, though this one isn’t as stark raving mad as the other ones. For one, he hasn’t attacked you yet.

That might change real fucking fast. Be careful.

>Approach the guardian slowly, attempt to converse
>Bash it’s fokkin’ ‘ed in
>See if there’s a way to avoid it.

>>40747138
>Approach the guardian slowly, attempt to converse

>>40747138
>See if there’s a way to avoid it.

>>40747138
>>See if there’s a way to avoid it.

>>40747138
>Approach the guardian slowly, attempt to converse

>>40747138

>Approach the guardian slowly, attempt to converse

>>40747138
>>Approach the guardian slowly, attempt to converse

>>40747197
>>40747186
>>40747172
>>40747158
Writing.

Hey, hey Eve, you should try to seduce it-

"Shut the fuck up," you mutter, as you advance towards the sentinel.

>>40747235
That's it, You die as soon as we find out about you!

Rolled 37 (1d100)

>>40747235
rolling to seduce
Also testing a theory

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>>40747316

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>>40747316

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>40747316
Secondary theory.

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>>40747235
If you keep that up, you are going to be one dead pseudo-conceptual entity. Capisce?

>>40747138

As you approach the gigantic being, it turns to look at you, a towering beast, the shield standing before it easily taller than you are. It actually reminds you a bit of that game Infinity Blade, with the size differences.

“Greetings,” you call out to it. It nods its head in response, and returns to its usual position, waiting. Silence reigns.

You scuff your boot against the ground, and look back at the guardian. “Is there something that we’re meant to be doing right now? You amend at the sight of him lifting his shield and sword, “without fighting, if possible.”

The guardian tilts its head, and slowly sets its weapons back down. “You wish to pass without fighting?”

“That’d be nice, yes.”

The guardian pauses. “I...do not think that is possible. Please, let us fight.”

>Do you really want to fight?
>As you wish
>Is there another way we can fight?
>Uh, hey, there’s a way around if you don’t want to bother. Just, if you want.

>>40747441
>Do you really want to fight?

>>40747441
>>Do you really want to fight?

>>40747441
>challenge him to a game of chess, or something.

>>40747441
>>Do you really want to fight?

>>40747441
>The deadliest game of Chivalrious!

>>40747478
That's the third option, anon.

>>40747478
Challenge him to a game of chivalrous.
Surely our father's skills rubbed off on us.

>>40747441
>>Do you really want to fight?

>>40747520
>>40747499
>>40747470
>>40747460
WRiting for this then.

Roll 1d100

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>40747628

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>40747628

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>40747628

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>40747628

>>40747628

“Are you sure that you want to fight?” you ask it.

The guardian shrugs. “I...don’t know,” it admits. “I know that I was something before this, but I am made to kill. And be killed. That is my fate.”

“And you don’t want any measure of control over that? If you say you were someone before, why can’t you be them again?”

The guardian sighs, a hollow noise. “I don’t know how. I don’t have many memories. I remember a cake, and eight candles. That was the last thing I saw, before I was here, on this bridge.”

“Candles?” you ask.

“I’m...not sure. I know one was for good luck. That’s it.”

“Was that your birthday?”

“I do not know what that means. Sorry.”

Silence.

Then, the guardian looks back at you. “I don’t want to fight. But, I must. Please, fight me.”

>Can I fight you another way?
>Fine then.
>Just walk away, there’s a path around

>>40747748
>Can I fight you another way?
Tabletop him to shreds

>>40747748
>Can I fight you another way?

>>40747748
>>Just walk away, there’s a path around
I give you this one chance, creature. Do not waste it.

>>40747748
>Can I fight you another way?

>>40747852
>>40747801
>>40747774
Writing for this then.

This will be the last post.

>>40747748

“Well...” you search your mind for an answer, when one finally pops up, helpfully provided by-

Yo, challenge him to Chivalrous

“Guardian!”

“Are you ready to fight?”

“Yes, but not with swords and shields! Let us fight as generals, on a grand battlefield!”

The guardian doesn’t move for a second. Then says, “What do you mean?”

“Let us play Chivalrous, the tabletop slash LARP game! We shall play tabletop this time around.”

The guardian starts to chuckle. “Chivalrous. Oh, I know about this. Yes, I am willing to challenge you this way.”

With a swipe of his arm, a table appears before you, a map set out on it, the mountains and ravines actually projecting outwards and into the table. “We shall play Siege,” he continues, “and I shall defend, as is due. I warn you though, I consider myself pretty good at this game.”

You laugh, and begin to summon your own army. “Oh, you may be strong, but I’ve have some training from the greatest there is. Tell me, have you heard of Markam the Black?”

The guardian freezes. “I have. How did you study underneath him?”

You grin. “All I can say is, he’s the Best Dad Ever.”

---

And that's it for tonight! Hey, if I can finish all my work tomorrow, maybe we can run through the week! The threads would be shorter, but that's still a bunch more thread, if you're willing

Twitter: https://twitter.com/artemisQM
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I'll be around to answer questions.

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>>40748075

More character art for MG version of Eve. or an excuse to post fem-robin.

>>40748075
Thanks for running, Art.
More thread would not be displeasing, but don't push yourself.

>>40748075
Thank you for running again.
>>40748258
This.

>>40748075
Good god, we really got a hell of a reputation.

>>40748434
To put it in 40k terms we're probably like Chivalry's Horus

Dammit, I missed it. Still, great thread!
Also,
>guardian knows and fears Markam the Black
FFS I just convinced my sides this wouldn't happen again

has this been archived

>>40753852
I'm about to archive it.