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>>5611421

When the Set-Mobile finally shudders to a halt, you immediately crack open the panel door and step outside, desperate for an opportunity to stretch your legs after two days of being cramped inside of the van.

For the sake of safety, Jack had parked the van off-road and a fair distance away from the site proper.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtPk22NWB5Y

Your first impression from a distance is that the place is more than a little underwhelming.

If had been awoken from a stupor with no clue as to where you were, the first assumption would’ve been that it was some kind of junkyard.

Still, you’ve come all this way; might as well see it through to its end. Not quite sure what possessed you to head here in the first place, but at least you’ll get to enjoy the fresh air and the outdoors for a while.

After some quick stretching to get the blood flowing, you ensure that your cold-weather kit is snug. Once those checks are done with, you and the rest of your pals begin the trek towards the dig site. It’s bitterly cold, even through your protective gear.

You welcome the challenge; the vacation has had the side effect of making you feel a little soft as of late, and this place will definitely beat it out of you quickly.

The approach to the site doesn’t reveal any overt signs of a human presence, which is a blessing. Something tells you they don’t get a lot of tourists up this way, and you’d rather avoid having to humor the locals.

In terms of landmarks, you’re able to clock a few points of interest.

- A tall, rusting, tower-like building positioned neatly in the middle of the dig site. There’s gotta be some kind of purpose to it, but you can’t quite identify it from a distance.
- A small, half-collapsed barracks located near the edge of the site, likely where a token military force was garrisoned as security. Poor bastards, imagine how badly you would've had to have fucked up to be assigned here full-time.
- A caved-in complex with signs labelling it as one of many research outposts. Can't imagine what kind of research would be worth all this trouble, but governments are known for throwing money in figurative holes anyhow; why not a literal one as well?
- Some kind of brutalist office building, probably where the local paperpushers were headquartered. It says a lot about Soviet sensibilities that it’s much more impressive than any of its counterparts.
- A ramshackle building positioned near the decaying tower. You’d bet money that it’s the workers quarters, given its size and general disrepair even when compared to the site as a whole.

Its back
Nice!

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>>5611425

Maybe it’s just your paranoia flaring up again, but something about this place feels a little off; almost like the land itself is telling you to get back in the Set-Mobile and head back the way you came.

You gently chide yourself for getting the heebie-jeebies over the prospect of seeing a goddamned deep hole.

Ever since that clusterfuck in Athens, you’ve been catapulting to the most negative conclusions out of sheer habit. That little fishing trip in Crete helped to lessen the stress a bit, but you must still be a bit jumpy.

Besides, nobody else seems to have any similar misgivings; a fact that goes a long way in settling your fraying nerves.

You force yourself to focus instead on the positives; the landscape is remarkably pretty, barring the massive ecological scar dealt by the drilling site. Some people would call this terrain unforgivably desolate, but you can’t help but admire its harsh beauty. Either that, or you just have a well-developed appreciation for the benefits of isolation.

Ironically, the fact that you’re trudging toward a massive industrial ruin actually makes you feel a little more at ease. Means that if anybody tries to pick a fight or has been trailing you, there won’t be any risk of collateral damage in the ensuing skirmish.

Most folks would probably find that comfort a little strange, but long experience has taught you that it’s integral to find ways of steadying yourself.

You shake off that train of thought and focus instead on your plans; which structure would you like to investigate first?

Regardless of how you plan on spending your time, it’s probably a good thing you’re up-to-date on your tetanus shots.

In the end, you decide to…

> Search for the eponymous borehole itself. It’s the main attraction and product of this place, after all.

> Poke around the dilapidated ruins of the barracks. Maybe the Ivans left something of interest when they cut their funding and pulled out way back when.

> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Nothing quite like mineral samples and old studies on seismology to really get the blood pumping.

> Explore the ruined administrative building. It’s probably full of dusty old paperwork and bureaucratic reports, but you never know what kind of stories you might find.

> Pay a visit to the old worker’s quarters. There’s something to be said for learning more about the men who did the heavy lifting.

> Other?

>>5611427

That we are, sorry for the slight delay. Took me a little longer than I would've preferred to put the finishing touches on the update.

>>5611430
> Search for the eponymous borehole itself. It’s the main attraction and product of this place, after all.

>>5611430
> Search for the eponymous borehole itself. It’s the main attraction and product of this place, after all.

>>5611432
No problem Axis

>>5611430
>> Search for the eponymous borehole itself. It’s the main attraction and product of this place, after all.

>>5611430
>Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Nothing quite like mineral samples and old studies on seismology to really get the blood pumping.
Maybe there's some gold or something interesting those nerds left behind

>>5611437
>>5611451
>>5611452

Alright, go ahead and give me some 1d100+40

> DC: 80 / 100 / 120

Luck Drain doesn't really apply in this instance, as you don't really have any hostiles to steal from.

Rolled 24 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>5611464

Rolled 40 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>5611464

Rolled 7 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>5611464

Welcome back Axis! Let’s hope low roles don’t ruin this opportunity to fight demons. Please remember we have a bonus for detecting them.

>>5611467
>>5611469
>>5611475

That's a minor success, writing.

>>5611477

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phBThlPTBEg

The site is eerily silent, aside from the staccato crunch produced by boots meeting gravel and the ever-present whistling of the bitter wind.

The temperature is bearable for now, but once the sun begins to set, hypothermia could become a serious problem. Guess it’s a good thing you can produce fire, that ought to aid in keeping you warm should the need becomes great enough.

After some aimless wandering, you’re able to get a better gander at that tower you spotted earlier. Driven by a wild hunch, you poke your head through the uninviting entrance and confirm that the building serves as the remnant of the main drilling platform.

The now-identified drilling tower has definitely seen better days, seeing as how the roof has collapsed entirely; either from the pressures of time, climate, or both.

You enter carefully, acutely aware that any sane civil engineer would be screaming at you for enter a building that’s been condemned for decades. The fact that you can audibly hear the structure groaning due to the wind probably isn’t a good sign either, but you pointedly ignore that for now.

Judging from the thick layer of dust coating the place, you look to be the first person to step foot in here for a very long time.

The floor is covered in rusty hunks of scrap metal, punctuated with bits and pieces of concrete rubble and long-abandoned detritus strewn about. And right in the center of that pile of Cold War castoffs and the corroded carcasses of heavy industrial equipment, is the eponymous Kola Borehole.

Despite being less than a foot in diameter, this little number stretches thousands of feet into the bowels of the Earth, an incredible feat even by modern standards. The only problem is that the damned thing is sealed and bolted shut by some kind of cover. A pretty goddamn sturdy one too, when you tug on the cover a little to see if rusting had set in and weakened it, you don’t even manage to make it budge an inch.

It’s a bit odd that the cover is so strong, but that could just be a product of some decent engineering. Whoever made that cover, definitely made it to last; it’s showing none of the outward damage inherent to just about everything else in this place.

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>>5611500

(Fat-fingered the post, meant to attach the following pic.)

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>>5611500

If you really want to see more, you could do some planning and figure out a way to crack the borehole open; you’ve got nowhere important to be.

Alternatively, you could just poke around the tower floor for any decent salvage. For whatever reason, it doesn’t look like scavengers (human or otherwise) have really picked this place over; could find something neat / profitable.

Lastly, there’s an office of some kind on the second floor, probably for the foreman or supervisor. Might be worth the effort of picking it clean; the stairs look a bit rickety, but you’re light on your feet to make it.

So, what would you like to do?

> Figure out a way to crack the borehole open. It’d be a shame not to take a peek into it or throw something down the hole.

> Try to reinforce the structural weak points using Abyssal Shield. It might be a pointless precaution, but you might as well put safety first.

> Head up the stairs to the office and rummage through the place. Might as well take what you’d like, it’s not like anyone is here to complain.

> Look around the tower floor for anything of note. The elements seem to have taken a pretty harsh toll on the the structure itself, but maybe there’s some worthwhile loot some worker stashed away.

> Other?

>>5611504
>> Figure out a way to crack the borehole open. It’d be a shame not to take a peek into it or throw something down the hole.

Magic time.

Or maybe lockpick

>>5611504
>> Figure out a way to crack the borehole open. It’d be a shame not to take a peek into it or throw something down the hole.
Claw of Horus with Volcanic Rage, do it

Now I realize that even the dice gods are telling us to fuck off and go anywhere but here.

>>5611504
>> Figure out a way to crack the borehole open. It’d be a shame not to take a peek into it or throw something down the hole.
It's just bolted shut. Use an abyssal shield in the form of a wrench and hit it as hard as you can to break it so you can unscrew it. Repeat until the nuts are off and it should be much easier to pry off. Of course, those things are probably on there tighter than a cuck's chastity cage so breaking the set might be damn near impossible.

>>5611511
do you blame them? why are we tempting fate knowing our luck?

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>>5611513
>course, those things are probably on there tighter than a cuck's chastity cage so breaking the set might be damn near impossible.

>>5611504
> Figure out a way to crack the borehole open. It’d be a shame not to take a peek into it or throw something down the hole.
Knock knock Satan

>>5611508
>>5611509
>>5611513
>>5611517

Alright, how would you like to go about handling the protective cover?

> Bludgeon it repeatedly with a hefty chunk of Abyssal Shield. Might not be the prettiest strategy, but it'll do.

> Trudge back to the van and grab a couple thermite charges. Should be simple enough to position them and cut clear through.

> Nail the cover with a flurry of Fire Bolts to try and soften the metal, maybe even partial liquefy it. Might be a little strenuous, but it'll make for good practice.

> Look around for something scattered amongst the ruined machinery that might help. One man's junk is another man's B&E tool.

> Summon the Claw of Horus and wrench the cover off, the hard way. A little brute force and some elbow grease ought to do the trick.

> Other?

>>5611522
>> Summon the Claw of Horus and wrench the cover off, the hard way. A little brute force and some elbow grease ought to do the trick.

>>5611522
> Look around for something scattered amongst the ruined machinery that might help. One man's junk is another man's B&E tool.
Chewing gum and paperclip
MacGyver time

>>5611522
>> Summon the Claw of Horus and wrench the cover off, the hard way. A little brute force and some elbow grease ought to do the trick.

>>5611514
We have good luck most of the time.

>>5611522
>> Bludgeon it repeatedly with a hefty chunk of Abyssal Shield. Might not be the prettiest strategy, but it'll do.
If we can get it to open the right way we can put it back on after. Simple. Just need to get the nuts to come loose.

>>5611528
>If we can get it to open the right way we can put it back on after. Simple. Just need to get the nuts to come loose.

Why do you want to a way to close the portal to hell and damnation after we open it?

>>5611530
Common courtesy. Who hasn't been in that situation where you're chilling in your office or bedroom and someone opens the door and walks away? It's only proper and polite.

>>5611533
Kek

>Satan chilling in his office
>go for a coffee
>fall face fist to the ground
>his foot is now traped on the portal

>>5611536
I'm now picturing Satan as a scooby-doo villain.

>>5611539
knowing scooby I bet satan has been a a villain at some point

>>5611522
> Summon the Claw of Horus and wrench the cover off, the hard way. A little brute force and some elbow grease ought to do the trick.

>>5611533
Listen anon, I want an irresistible tide of demons to fight against and sensible solutions don't guarantee that

>>5611523
>>5611527
>>5611546

Alright, give me some 1d100+70.

Barring a critfail, there's literally no way to fail this one.

Rolled 5 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5611549
dont say that

Rolled 9 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5611549

Rolled 86 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5611542
>Scooby-Doo and the Seventh Circle, a fun feature film for the whole family
I can see it.

>>5611546
You really hatin on me for tryna bust a nut homie? Sheeeeiiiiit.

>>5611549
Uh oh

Rolled 20 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5611549
Check 'em

>>5611549
>Barring a critfail, there's literally no way to fail this one.

the dice gods heard you

>>5611553
Don't worry guys, we good

>>5611551
>>5611552
>>5611553

That's a success, now go ahead and give me some 1d100+20

DC: 95

Rolled 23 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5611563

Rolled 46 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

>>5611563
I said UH OH

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>5611563

>+20
so there's poison gas coming out or ghosts, which do we want?

>>5611564
>>5611565
>>5611566

That's a failure; would you like to use Roll the Die for another shot at it?

> Yes, make another attempt.

> No, take the failure.

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>>5611567

The Man of Medan experience in a nutshell.

Oh no! Who could have predicted this?

>>5611571
>> No, take the failure.

>>5611571
>> No, take the failure.

>>5611571
>The Man of Medan experience in a nutshell.
Maybe the real bad air were the poorly written characters we met along the way.

> No, take the failure.
Live with it folks.

>>5611575
>>5611577
>>5611578

Seems like we're taking the failure, writing.

Probably the last major post tonight.

>>5611578

tfw you peak with your first game and it's all downhill from there. Now you've got me thinking about Sean in a House of Ashes type scenario.

>>5611583
>Now you've got me thinking about Sean in a House of Ashes type scenario
Would that mean there would be a SALIM to buddy up with Sean? Hell yeah.

>>5611584
>Sean begun to eat a tank of radioactive waste ever day before working out
>"Y-YEAH BABY!!!"

>>5611583

You choose a simple and straightforward solution by summoning the Claw of Horus, positioning yourself at a good angle to twist the protective cover, and giving it every ounce of your considerable muscle.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rq1-_UPwYSM

There’s a dull groan of protest from the rapidly bending metal, which encourages you to give an almighty heave and tear the cover off in one fell swoop. The second that the borehole is no longer blocked, a noxious, oily black gas leaps from the freshly opened pipe like it was being sprayed from a firehose.

Your close proximity, coupled with surprise, proves to ne an unfortunate combination when you accidentally inhale a hefty blast from it. On pure reflex, you stagger away, hacking and wheezing from a foulness so potent that it’s nigh impossible for you to breathe or even think.

And instead of filling the room laterally with its putrid fumes, the twisted emanation instead drifts upwards, towards a roof that had been rent asunder by time.

The dosage that you were involuntarily exposed to takes a surprising amount of time to recover from; while the physical effects disappear quickly, the aftermath is much more insidious.

For an immeasurably long moment, it reeked of of blood, death, and pain; somehow channeling every negative emotion and traumatic experience you’ve ever felt into a sensation of condensed, inconceivable, dread. Whatever that shit is, it is inhuman. And if you let too much of it in your system at once, you’re liable to lose your mind well before you even come close to risking asphyxiation.

When you manage to force your hands to stop shaking and your mind to focus once more, you realize that things are rapidly shifting from bad to worse. The damned smog has formed a miniature cloud of some kind, and abandoned bits of machinery are beginning to rise from their long-abandoned places to steadily levitate towards it in an attempt to form some kind of macabre creation.

And judging from the way one of the few remaining columns is threatening to shake itself loose, the process will not stop with just the rubble and scrap on the floor; it’s going to assimilate the whole tower! Besides the fact that doing so will probably bring the whole damned house of cards down on your head, you really don’t want to know what’s going to happen when it’s finished gathering all of these materials.

If you can’t stop it before then, who knows what in the hell it might do!

Guess you may've discovered a major reason as to why the Russians sealed this place off and moved everyone out.

>>5611596

(That's all for tonight, anons. As always, thanks for playing! We'll pick up from where we left off on Friday at 5:00 PM EST. Hope to see you all here next time.

Still working on interlude stuff, making some decent progress. Hoping to have it done in a week or two from now, but don't hold me to it. Anyhow, have a good one.)

>>5611584
> Would that mean there would be a SALIM to buddy up with Sean?

I mean, you did have that one mission with Ravan. Shame it didn't end too well for him, or for anybody else besides Shade.

>>5611600
Holy fire all the way

>>5611600
Bye Axie

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>>5611596
surprise surprise, it goes to hell. are we happy now?

>>5611604
yes

>>5611604
yes

>>5611604
yes

>>5611604
My hope was going to hell but this is good

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>>5611596
Well that's not good. We should have brought some fabreeze.

>>5611600
Poor Ravan. Never got to spear an alien vampire through the heart.

>>5611604
I was expecting skinny demons, not hell-farts. Too bad the cover was completely destroyed. Ah well, who wants to find out if this shit is combustible?

>>5611612
>Ah well, who wants to find out if this shit is combustible?
Eh, it's likely a Hell-cloud. Fire will either do nothing or just empower it.
My first instinct would be to try and disperse the cloud with the Twister spell

>>5612495
I wouldn't want to spread it in case it can still affect things and people even in small doses.

>>5612495
>>5612571
You fools, the plan is obvious.

>Cover the hole back up
>Have Sean activate his fire nature
>Then huff ALL of the hell-fumes
Magic air purifier goes brrr

>>5612578
>>Cover the hole back up
The whole cover was torn off. It won't seal. Dumping rubble on it won't seal it either. Gotta spot weld it with fire magic or something. And good luck with all of the fart gas jetting out in our face when we try to do it.

>>5612495
Cloud's still confined by the structure though. I will confess, I'm running off the assumption that the cloud needs 'mass', so to speak, to pull things to it. Dispersing it should hopefully buy Sean time for him to get his bearings together and come up with a better plan.

>>5612608
Ah, fucking shit this post was meant for >>5612571
I need to get my ass to bed

>>5612608
My guy the structure is falling apart, has a few holes and no fucking roof. It's not being confined by anything.

>>5612495
>Eh, it's likely a Hell-cloud. Fire will either do nothing or just empower it.

We have holy fire now.

>>5612589
Just thow shit there, it can be that deep.

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>>5612619
>Just thow shit there, it can be that deep.

>>5612618
Eh, fair.I just really want to get more use out Twister... Also >>5612619 reminded me that we got Hestia's flame dagger, so just trying to burn the cloud isn't as bad an idea than I first thought.

I say that maybe throwing the Twister spell and make it so the clouds concentrate in the hole, we instantly use Abysal Shield to cover the hole, and that way we try to seal the hole with our Fire Magic.

If we smoke the hell cloud whats the over under on getting demon powers vs dieing via asphyxiation

>>5612729
I really like this, but maybe use the Abysal Shield (fitting name) on the hole first so we dont have to worry about more hell gas.

Unrelate question: Does Hell-oil exist? If so, how much is a barrel of Hell-oil worth?

>>5612745
>but maybe use the Abysal Shield (fitting name) on the hole first so we dont have to worry about more hell gas.
That would be a good call... But we're going to be in the same problem in either of those two scenarios: Multitasking

Either we Focus on maintain the Abysal Shield and close the hole, or we have a half materialized Demon in the building while we close the whole.

>>5612940
>Either we Focus on maintain the Abysal Shield and close the hole, or we have a half materialized Demon in the building while we close the whole.

Close your eyes and hope, no matter the choose.

I understand your way of thinking, I just have this RPG instint of killing the spawn monster first.

>>5612996
>I understand your way of thinking, I just have this RPG instint of killing the spawn monster first.
Fair enough, maybe we just need a single roll to multitask or we get a lucky crit success without needing a reroll, i'm going to sacrifice a chicken exactly at 12 so the gods are satisfied

Rolled 24 (1d24)

>>5613002
Dice gods dont like plans. Here I will give you the time to make the sacrifice

>>5613024
nat 24 nice

>>5613024
That only means that my guess at doing the sacrifice at 12 was right... But i'm feaful it's just a cruel joke of destiny...

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> be me, around 1 year ago
> avid reader of this quest
> even made a cover for it
> drop it around the time of the botched venezuela op because of irl shit
> be me, 2 days ago
> "man that quest was great, wonder what's happened since I left."
> open the archive and start from the beginning
> mfw going through Sean's wild ride
Yep, just like I remember it. Thank you Axis for giving us such a treat and for being such a good QM.

>>5611596

So, how would you like to handle this situation?

Your first move is to...

> Nail the cloud with a flurry of high-powered Lightning Bolts. All the metal it’s absorbing is an excellent conductor.

> Summon the Blade of Flame and try to immolate the cloud. Might as well see if some cleansing fire will do the trick.

> Cut your losses and get out of the building before it collapses. You’re not packing anything heavier than a vest, and a stray bit of rubble could do some serious damage.

> Disperse the ever-growing cloud using Twister. If you can break it apart, maybe it’ll eventually dissipate.

> Plug the borehole with Abyssal Shield. It won’t stop what’s already escaped, but it’ll help triage the situation from getting worse.

> Other?


---------------

(As a heads-up, I just had a pressing engagement appear, and I'll be away from my computer for a few hours. Apologies for the last minute notification, job stuff is yanking me back in.)

>>5613806
> Disperse the ever-growing cloud using Twister. If you can break it apart, maybe it’ll eventually dissipate.

>>5613806
> Summon the Blade of Flame and try to immolate the cloud. Might as well see if some cleansing fire will do the trick

>>5613806
> Plug the borehole with Abyssal Shield. It won’t stop what’s already escaped, but it’ll help triage the situation from getting worse.
To stop any more from coming in and
> Summon the Blade of Flame and try to immolate the cloud. Might as well see if some cleansing fire will do the trick.
To clean what's already gotten out. This hell fart might be used to "fire" but I doubt that it's the same kind of fire Sean uses.

>>5613806
>>5613819
i'll back this combo

>>5613806
>> Plug the borehole with Abyssal Shield. It won’t stop what’s already escaped, but it’ll help triage the situation from getting worse.

Lets fix this first, the holy flame

>>5613806
>> Summon the Blade of Flame and try to immolate the cloud. Might as well see if some cleansing fire will do the trick.

>>5613806
>As a heads-up, I just had a pressing engagement appear, and I'll be away from my computer for a few hours.

For a second I read this and though you were in a wedding.

>Do you acept this woman as your wife?
>Give 2 min Father, the votes are in a tie.

>>5613806

> Summon the Blade of Flame and try to immolate the cloud. Might as well see if some cleansing fire will do the trick

Rolled 20, 15 + 20 = 55 (2d100 + 20)

Since there seems to be something of a tie between Abyssal Shield and the Blade of Flame, it's pretty handy that a combo was suggested.

Go ahead and give me some 1d100+10 to seal the borehole off and buy some extra breathing room.

Luck Drain still doesn't really apply in this case, given that the cloud is well out of range.

> DC to be determined.

Rolled 61 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5614120

Rolled 52 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5614120

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>5614120

Rolled 34, 80, 30 - 5 = 139 (3d100 - 5)

>>5614121
>>5614123
>>5614127

Success, now give me some 1d100+10 to do some damage to the cloud itself.

> DC to be determined.

Rolled 80 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5614133

Rolled 29 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5614133

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>5614133

Rolled 3 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5614133

>>5614134
>>5614136
>>5614139

Nice, that's another success.

Work shanghaiing me into an emergency shift has completely drained my brain for tonight, so we'll pick it up from here on Wednesday at 5:00 PM EST.

In the meantime, I'll keep plugging away at improving my notes / interlude stuff.

Once again, I greatly appreciate your patience. Shift work is absolute aids, but it least it pays decently enough to make up the difference.

>>5611612
Honestly, pre-ambush Sean probably wouldn't have been a whole lot different from Jason.

>>5613848
Got a good chuckle out of that one. The vows are just one of my interludes rambling about economic sanctions and unemployment numbers for a fictional South American dictatorship.

>>5613739
Thanks, anon. Glad to have you back.

>>5614145
See you Axie

>Got a good chuckle out of that one. The vows are just one of my interludes rambling about economic sanctions and unemployment numbers for a fictional South American dictatorship.

>Be a friend of the girlfriend
>Know shit about the family
>Not even that much clouse with the other friends of her
>"Maybe I can sit with that guy"
>The guy bit my ear off talking about the rules of the UN and china and Venezuela

>>5614145
>Honestly, pre-ambush Sean probably wouldn't have been a whole lot different from Jason.
Good ol boy, performer of war crimes, hates the feds. Yeah it all adds up.

How likely is it we're gonna have to battle with the Bat himself at some point?

>>5616411
Unless we fuck around in Gotham a lot then not very.

It's way more likely that we'll have our hands full dealing with Task Force X, The Court and Hell than Batman. I consider them to be bigger threats than the JL really.

>>5616426
Yeah if we will just steamroll barbs and robin at this point with all this practice we are getting in. Though the JL does have to deal with bureaucracy too.

>>5616411
Probably never while we focus on building up Venezuela and the Steel Wolves. We might get a bat fight when the JLA finally pieces together Adjutant Tango and sends in manbat to fight us. However, that is very far away as they have build new procedures to deal with nations.

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>>5614145
>we'll pick it up from here on Wednesday at 5:00 PM EST.

>>5618711
>Anon cannot into tomezones

>>5618875
>tomezones
What you mean a library?

>>5618877
I think he is talking about book parts

>>5618884
Nah, he is talking about the thing pre-dating books. The rocks of knowledge.

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>>5618877
>>5618884
>>5619015

Axie right now

>>5616450
We are going to fight them with a lot of restrictions so I think its fair
They are only antagonistic to adjutant tango and defcon
No visible magic, no killing or maiming, no gauntlet rage.
At best we use our alien armor and carbine

What if we get back and they have been training this whole time to kick our ass?

>>5619149
>What if we get back and they have been training this whole time to kick our ass?

>Train your ass off to fight the fucker who clown you
>You are too tired when the real fight finally happen

>>5619149
>What if we get back and they have been training this whole time to kick our ass?
Then what? It's not like we didn't make raids against Intergang, fought some weird Wannabe Death in France and reclaim its weapon, fought against two demigods, learned a few tricks, learned new magic, made a pact with some greek god and spit into Lok's face a second time.

>>5619149
Implying we'll fight them solo
>Back in Gunsmoke persona, doing crime in Gotham
>Batgirl and Robin arrive at the scene in record time because Barbara just can't let things go and has been waiting for Gunsmoke to appear for weeks
>Actually get pushed into a corner because of Batgirl's extra training
>"It's over, Gunsmoke! You'll be locked in Blackgate for the rest of your-"
>Robin gets ko'd from behind
>It's Darius with a steel chair

>>5619204
>be Darius
>On a mission with Sean
>Be paranoic because where Sean go weird shit happen
>Out of nowhere some kids attack Boss
>Trow a chair
>The guy fall down
>Is fucking Nightwind

I am gonna be suprised if he dont take a selfi with Dick body

God, I pray we get at least two updates today

>>5619289

I'm in it for the long haul, anon. No need to worry.

>>5619292
The suspense is killer Axis. I want to huff the hell-fumes!

>>5614145

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aapU0w2eMyk

The first priority in any battle of attrition is cut the enemy off from his supplies and his reinforcements. Luckily, you happen to be in a situation where you have the luxury of targeting both at once.

You immediately create a rock-solid plug of obsidian material above the borehole and let gravity take hold, sending it crashing downwards and sealing the breach. You can hear the pipes beginning to groan and strain under the pressure, but it looks like your makeshift cork will hold, for now.

A substantial amount of the unnatural smog already managed to slip out, but you’ve got the rest safely contained for the time being. Hopefully destroying the cloud will cause the entirety of its noxious smog to dissipate, but you’ll figure out a more permanent solution later should it become necessary.

The ongoing flow may have been severed, but the cloud is still hoovering up scrap metal and other random junk for a purpose you can’t quite put a finger on.

Still, you’ve been around magic long enough that something smells rotten about this whole debacle. You’ll mull that over at another time, now is your chance to go on the offensive while it’s still distracted.

For lack of a better option, you summon the Blade of Flame. As soon as you grip the handle, a strange feeling begins to wash over you. It’s not hostile or stifling like the affects of the black smog, more akin to your hand being gently guided through an unmistakably familiar motion.

In this state, you take an experimental swipe with the Blade of Flame and something about it just seems to click. Almost without your intervention, a few dying embers sprout from the tip of the blade and gently drop onto the floor.

Operating more on instinct than anything else, you take an arcing swing at the cloud; a ridiculous idea in any other context, given that the damned fumes are hovering well away from melee range.

But not this time. Midway through the swing you’re compelled to mix in some of your Fire magic, to devastating results.

>>5619320

An arcing wave of fire leaps from the Blade, carried heavenward in the same trajectory that you swung in. This purifying flame cleaves a blazing swathe through nearly a third of the cloud with effortless ease. Curiously enough, the cloud sluggishly manages to avoid the brunt of the damage, which would’ve sheared through it entirely.

Whatever you’re fighting must have some kind of intelligence to it.

Before you go off the handle with your new toy, you quickly check your internal reserves to make sure that maneuver was worth the price of the ticket.

The process is a little draining, but no more so than a couple of high-strength Fire Bolts; between that display and your efficient usage of Abyssal Shield, you’ve still got plenty of gas in the tank.

A slight grin tugs at your otherwise dispassionate features.

Looks like Greece wasn’t a total bust after all. And your gaseous opposition is the perfect excuse to put your newest weapon through its paces.

To that end, you…

> Draw on a hefty amount of power and channel it through the Blade of Flame. It’s risky, but it may give you enough kick to vaporize the cloud in one fell swoop.

> Mix a few arcing swipes from the Blade of Flame with Twister to create a small-scale firenado. It’s a bit unorthodox, but most of your good ideas tend to trend away from conventional logic.

> Continue to meticulously whittle away at the cloud and its constituent parts with the Blade of Flame. Slow and steady wins the race.

> Build a few makeshift cover spots using Abyssal Shield. If that thing starts hucking rebar your way, you’ll need the extra protection.

> Other?

>>5619321
>> Continue to meticulously whittle away at the cloud and its constituent parts with the Blade of Flame. Slow and steady wins the race.

We can try new thing later

>>5619321
> Draw on a hefty amount of power and channel it through the Blade of Flame. It’s risky, but it may give you enough kick to vaporize the cloud in one fell swoop.

>>5619321
> Continue to meticulously whittle away at the cloud and its constituent parts with the Blade of Flame. Slow and steady wins the race.

>>5619321
>> Continue to meticulously whittle away at the cloud and its constituent parts with the Blade of Flame. Slow and steady wins the race.

>>5619321
> Draw on a hefty amount of power and channel it through the Blade of Flame. It’s risky, but it may give you enough kick to vaporize the cloud in one fell swoop.
Too many unknowns, I don't wanna give this sapient cloud the time to do whatever horrible shit it's capable of.

>>5619321
>> Mix a few arcing swipes from the Blade of Flame with Twister to create a small-scale firenado. It’s a bit unorthodox, but most of your good ideas tend to trend away from conventional logic.

Rolled 66, 62, 87 = 215 (3d100)

>>5619327
>>5619332
>>5619337

Alright, give me some 1d100+10

> DC to be determined

Rolled 19 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5619357
Fugg, should've gone big boys

Rolled 9 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5619357

Rolled 56 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5619357

>>5619361
>>5619362
>>5619363

That's a failure, would you like to use Roll the Die?

> Yes, have the anons re-roll.

> Yes, have the QM re-roll. (With a hefty malus)

> No, take the failure.

>>5619364
>> No, take the failure.

>>5619364
>> Yes, have the anons re-roll.

>>5619364
>Yes, have the anons re-roll.

>>5619364
> No, take the failure.

>>5619364
> Yes, have the anons re-roll.
Changing my vote

>>5619369
>>5619373
>>5619376

Alright, give me another set of 1d100+10

inb4 crit

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>5619379

Rolled 8 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5619379

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>5619379

Rolled 53, 71, 36 = 160 (3d100)

>>5619381
>>5619383
>>5619384

That's a success, pay no attention to these rolls.

DC: 80

Rolled 8, 1, 9 + 5 = 23 (3d100 + 5)

>>5619389

Alright, I'm assuming that everyone is okay with continuing to hammer the cloud via the Blade of Flame.

Therefore, give me another round of 1d100+10

> DC to be determined.

Rolled 4 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5619390
lol
lmao

Rolled 23 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>5619390
JUST

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>5619390

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>5619392
>>5619394
>>5619395

Well, that's a critfail for your opposition.

Just a quick bit of rolling on my end to see if it can recover from this death spiral.

> DC: 95

>>5619396

Alright, looks like that's the end of that. Writing.

Feel free to pitch any ideas for how you'd like to finish things off, and I'll do my best to work in the popular ones if they're thematically appropriate.

>>5619397
Corner the hell fart while prying in latin.

>>5619397
do the firenado, i've always wanted to try that

>>5619397
>>5619399
Praying to hestia to be exact, with some exorcisms clasics too

>She is Hestia, she is nice and stuff!
>But she will now break your knees asshole!

>>5619399
>Latin
Very barbarous, we /greek/ in here

>>5619415
Latin for exorcisms, greek for Hestia stuff?

>>5619419

Hit the nail on the head, anon.

>>5619397
>>5619408
>>5619415
>>5619419
I think it's more appropriate and funnier for Sean to insult the fart demon in every single language he knows.

>>5619421
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L-LyFMCIpok
like this but he switches languanges with every insult.

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>>5619397

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCEDfZgDPS8

Patience is, as always, the key to victory.

Best to pick the cloud apart first, get it on its metaphorical knees, then go in for the kill.

And since the Blade of Flame seems to be doing the trick, you see no reason to diverge from your previous tactics, slicing it with more flaming projectiles to to cut it down to size.

After getting it down to maybe half of its original size, you notice that the cloud has abruptly ceased in its relentless collection efforts, almost like it’s dazed or confused. You seize the opportunity with both hands and begin mustering up the necessary energy for a particularly strong Twister.

In an attempt to bolster your efforts, you leverage every single language you’ve had the chance to pick up along your various journeys; a few stanzas from the Lord’s Prayer in Latin and Russian, a blessing of Hestia in Greek, concluded with some exuberant cursing in Spanish when the strain begins to be too much.

It might sound a bit sacrilegious, but you’d praise the goddamn Easter Bunny if it’d make this a little easier.

And your skill or piety proves to be sufficient, because the winding arcs of fire from the Blade of Flame mix easily with the frenetic whirlwind caused by Twister, uniting into a pillar of flame worthy of the nickname of “fire devil.”

The dark cloud is smack-dab in the center of your natural disaster, and is rent asunder by the scorching winds. While it writhes and burns as if it were screaming, you pull back from the burning remnant of the mining tower while still keeping a close watch on its violent dissolution.

As you do so, an idle thought leaps into your mind. Usually, there’s at least a brief flicker of remorse that implores you to show mercy to a defeated foe; a twinge of guilt courtesy of a long-neglected conscience.

In most cases, you stomp it out pretty quick alongside whichever asshole had the misfortune of crossing your path and getting in the way. This time is a little different, in that the aforementioned glimmer of clemency doesn’t appear for even a second.

It’s almost like the visceral wrongness of that eerie smog triggered some kind of primordial instinct that demanded such a thing not exist if you could help it. Rage and hate are more than old friends at this point, but this particular emotion dwarfs even those juggernauts. Perhaps your magic is to blame?

Either way, it’s something to keep an eye out for in the future.

>>5619436

Once the tower is finished collapsing, you inspect the smoldering wreckage for any further sign of your foe, but it looks to have been consumed entirely in the greedy maw of your inferno. A quick check on the borehole reveals that no more smog is threatening to leak from it either, which is a plus, but there is something that’s eating at you.

None of your pals seem to have come running. Would’ve figured that the big fuckoff conflagration that lit the tower up like a signal fire would’ve attracted a bit of attention. This unease is only magnified when you try to send out a couple sigil pings that are unable to make contact with Jack or the others.

The connection itself is still strong, but it’s almost like your attempts at a hail are being severed mid-transmission.

Your mind is awash with possibilities, this could be some kind of natural phenomena, a side effect of inhaling that smog earlier, or something inadvertently playing haywire with your magic comms. Of course, it could also be an active interception and severing of your transmissions.

Regardless of the cause, looks like you’ll need to move on; not a whole lot left for you at the now utterly-destroyed drilling tower. Maybe some intel gathering could help put together the pieces of what’s going on at this site.

What’s your next move?

> Make your way to the dilapidated ruins of the barracks. It’s not out of the realm of possibility that they noticed this strangeness on their patrols.

> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Something tells you that the scientists here studied a whole lot more than old rocks.

> Explore the ruined administrative building. If you want to find the real dirt, you need to follow the paper trail.

> Pay a visit to the old worker’s quarters. If anybody would be in a position to notice something off about this place, it’d be the guys who toiled in its epicenter.

>Call it quits and get the hell back to the van. This place is obviously cursed and you’re not getting paid to put your ass on the line for some kind of Cold War scavenger hunt.

> Other?

>>5619437
> Pay a visit to the old worker’s quarters. If anybody would be in a position to notice something off about this place, it’d be the guys who toiled in its epicenter.
All it takes is one moron taking a souvenir to cause a catastrophe, maybe we'll find something?

>>5619437
> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Something tells you that the scientists here studied a whole lot more than old rocks.

>>5619437
>> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Something tells you that the scientists here studied a whole lot more than old rocks.

>>5619437
> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Something tells you that the scientists here studied a whole lot more than old rocks.

Acquire knowledge. What the fuck is going on? What did we just fight? Where is everyone? Uncover the mystery.

Remember that interlude early that implied demon shit was next on the menu after we send Jack off? I have no clue what's going on or that this would be what we would be fighting when I made this writein.

>>5619437
>> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Something tells you that the scientists here studied a whole lot more than old rocks.

>>5619437
> Dig through the broken remains of their research outpost. Something tells you that the scientists here studied a whole lot more than old rocks.

>>5619439
>>5619440
>>5619441
>>5619445
>>5619449

Alright, go ahead and give me some 1d100+40

DC: 80 / 100

Rolled 76 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>5619451

Rolled 62 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>5619451

Rolled 87 + 40 (1d100 + 40)

>>5619451

>>5619454
>>5619455
>>5619456

That's an excellent success!

Go ahead and give me some 1d100 to interpret the first of your findings.

DC: 60

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>5619457
Low roll go.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>5619457

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>5619457

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>5619457

>>5619458
Don't suppose our language bonus can help us here?

>>5619457
Doesn't >>5619460 this not count since he rolled before? That's what why I didn't roll at least.

Rolled 53 (1d100)

Keep rolling boys

>>5619458
>>5619459
>>5619460

That's a failure, writing.

>>5619462
If I recall correctly, that applies mainly to training. I based that DC with your current semi-experience with Russian in mind. You'll still get some info from it, just not as much as you would otherwise.

>>5619463

I'm afraid that I don't quite understand. The post in question linked to my most recent request for rolls; the tradition has always been first-come first-served so long as I don't get repeats for the same DC.

>>5619467
Thanks. Its been a while since we operated without luck drain. Who would have thought not causally warping reality and probability to our benefit would be an inconvenience? We really were spoiled by that.

>>5619467
I thought it was 1 roll per ID per update but it's actually 1 roll per ID per request for rolls. Does that make sense?

>>5619473
Yep, that's the way of it. I tend to play it pretty fast and loose so long as it comes after I've asked for new rolls.

>>5619439
+1
So is hell 30 miles under or did someone make a ritual go wrong?

>>5619467

You quickly navigate to the emaciated skeleton of a research outpost while keeping your eyes peeled for any of your compatriots. Unfortunately, you don’t encounter a single soul.

You do your best to keep the implications of that from occupying your mind as you enter the lab complex and head deeper inside, intent on gathering some damned answers.

Interestingly, despite the horrific damage to the outer structure, the corridors and rooms deep inside are practically untouched apart from a lack of cleaning and maintenance for decades. Most of the place has been stripped clean, but in an isolated corner, you find a particularly anti-social scientist’s workstation.

Amidst his belongings is a journal covered in a hefty layer of dust, its pages are worn but legible.

The contents are a bitch and a half to translate; not only is the Cyrillic faded from age, but it’s written in some awful handwriting that you would hesitate to classify even as chicken-scratch. It’s not a total write-off though, seeing as you manage to struggle through the few understandable portions and gather a few salient facts about life at the outpost.

There’s no listed author, but it’s pretty obvious that it’s the journal of one of the more senior scientists assigned to this outpost. Most of the earlier snippets from it are incredibly dry and boring, mostly detailing the status of the drilling and scientific data gathering.

Mid-way through, it gets a bit more interesting; after some kind of major discovery, a military unit of some stripe was called in to lock down the site and ensure that there was no information leakage to the outside world. This included curfews, and ever-present armed patrols, alongside other safeguards.

One of the scientists objected to this intrusion into their work, and was promptly spirited away in the dead of night before being struck from the official personnel records. After this example was made, the rest of the department kept their heads down.

From there, it’s mostly just a lot of whining and moaning about how all of their funding and manpower is getting redirected to the “Чyдaки” that the bureaucrats brought in. If you can recall, that term loosely translates to “weirdos.”

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>>5619520

The last entry consists of the author musing over the feasibility of stealing a few peeks at the classified research data; judging from the fact that there is never any follow-up probably isn’t a good sign.

You tuck the journal away, just in case it somehow becomes more helpful later.

The real goldmine you uncover is the somehow still functioning mainframe racks he was keeping in his room. God bless computer nerds and their incessant hoarding.

And what you will about Soviet tech, but it can definitely take a licking and keep on ticking. Unless it blows up in your face, but at least a computer probably won’t do that.

Most of your expertise centers around cracking systems built in the current century, but you might as well work your magic on this dinosaur and see what secrets it may hold.

(Give me some 1d100+25)

DC: 75 / 95

Rolled 8 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>5619523
big money big money

Rolled 39 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>5619523
I want a critfail.Lmao.

Rolled 49 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>5619523
>e

>>5619523
>>5619532
One point short again. What the fuck.

Rolled 61 + 25 (1d100 + 25)

>>5619532
Hah, one away. Fuck.

>>5619523
For funsies

Rolled 28, 46 + 30 = 104 (2d100 + 30)

>>5619526
>>5619530
>>5619532

That's a failure.

For the sake of my curiosity, go ahead and give me some 1d100+70

No particular reason.

> DC to be determined.

Rolled 81 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5619547

Rolled 37 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5619547

Rolled 31 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5619547

Rolled 17 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5619547

>>5619548
>>5619550
>>5619555

That's a success. I hate to leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger, but I need to call it here for tonight. Need to get my dinner out of the oven and get some take-home work done. We'll pick it back up on Friday at 5:00 PM EST.

As always, thanks for playing! Hope to see you all next time.

In the meantime, free to post wild conspiracy theories about what's actually going on here.

>>5619561
Thanks Axis. I have no clue desu, just know that it's some demon shit.

>>5619561
Lenin revival project
Or any other soviet communist

>>5619598
>they try to poison hell with commie-gas

No wonder all these demons want to escape to earth

>>5619606
>they dropped a speaker that plays the audiobook of karl marx's dogshit on repeat
>the battery still hasn't died
>we can't break it
>let us out of here

>>5619811
>The souls of the damned repeat the entery thing like a mantra, to Satan's agony
>The demons, even the slot ones, are training at their limit to become strong enought to win the war
>Is win or die to them, anything beside coming back to hell is a victory now
>All the sudden demon and magic shit in these years after centuris of "calm" is because some smartass thought that it was a good idea to preach in hell

>>5619835
>tfw stalin weaponized the fact that all commies go to hell

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>>5619606
>>5619811
>>5619835
>>5619848
All the dead commies seize power in hell and establish the Democratic People's Republic of Hell and seek to spread the revolution to the overworld and liberate it from the Lord's opressive rule.

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>>5619852
>inb4 somehow this makes hitler a warrior for heaven

>>5619856
Still a (National) Socialist even if he isn't a Marxist Socialist. He's there with the rest of them but probably seething that he's stuck there with the judeo-bolsheviks in charge and not him.

>>5619860
There's always an inside man, innit?

>>5619862
Im sure he would snitch out of spite alone though that begs the question... there can only be one great leader of the infernal proletarian dictatorship and, ordinarily, that would mean that one kills everyone else but since they're all already dead does one just absorb the souls of the others?

>>5619869
One have the Leader's Rock. Is someone get the Rock he become the leader.

Then hell become a dark souls version of fortnite with everyone killing and ploting to get the Rock.

>Blade of Fire
>Claw
>Autism
>no bitches
is Sean the Emperor of Man?

>>5620275
You've fucking jinxed it Anon! Steel Wolves are fated to have an internal schism that turns Sean into an invalid!

>>5620275
Sean is not a redditor
He actively believes in multiple gods in different pantheons to an extent
The no bitches thing is thanks to Tyche

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>>5620275
Dont we get the concept ideas to mod our armor like ancient ones?

>>5620729
No shade on Big E, but I gotta ask, what the fuck about that screams "ancient armor" at you and not "unwearable garish shitsuit"?

>>5620763
>what the fuck about that screams "ancient armor" at you and not "unwearable garish shitsuit"?

Golden

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>>5620790
No one wore big ass gold plated blingmail into battle. The most they had was gold accenting and embellishments. That ain't armor, that's parade wear. And only pussies go on parade when wars are to be won.

>>5620828
>No one wore big ass gold plated blingmail into battle.
We will

We would look so retard that people won't have another option that think we are a superhero

>>5620836
Captain Butter Armor.

>>5620844
Not sure if he was Capitan, but I think there is some guy with butter powers out there

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>>5619547

After a bit of tinkering, you finally manage to get one of the antiquated workstations to function, and begin plugging away at this pinnacle of Soviet computer science.

The goddamned Russian keyboard doesn’t do you any favors, but you soldier through it, eventually navigating through a few directories and discovering an encrypted set of files. Unfortunately, none of your cracking software is compatible with whatever bootleg OS this is running, which forces you to get creative and handle this old-school; by hand.

Archaic as it may be, the Ivans slapped some heavy-duty security on it, which only further enhances their value in your eyes. Nobody goes to that much trouble unless you’re protecting something that’s worth the extra mile.

Of course, right when you finally begin to start chipping your way through its protections, your meddling triggers some kind of alert that locks down your access to the terminal entirely.

You swear quietly to yourself and take a moment’s break to ease your rapidly mounting frustrations before you put your first through the damned screen.

While you do so, a chill runs up the back of your neck as your instincts begin to scream that you’re in danger; it doesn’t take long to identify the most likely source.

Standing at the entrance to the cavernous laboratory is a hulking mass of misshapen flesh and sinew, contorted into a set of dirty rags that may have once resembled a neatly pressed lab-coat. In some places, its skin is genuinely bulging at the seams like an overstuffed teddy bear. The face is somehow even worse, sporting a pair of soulless black eyes, and the kind of twisted visage that’d give a less hardened man nightmares.

There’s a beat of tense silence before it screams in the voices of a dozen men and charges towards you with reckless abandon, aiming to either skewer or trample you. Perhaps both. Its movements are quick and powerful, but uncoordinated. Almost like it’s unable to adjust fully to the veritable truckload of muscle mass that it’s hauling around.

You easily slide out of the way like a matador avoiding an angry bull. The only downside is that the creature crashes through the terminal you were working on, shattering it into little more than another broken relic of the Soviet empire.

While it’s open for an attack, your best move is to…

> Nail it with a flurry of Hex Bolts. It’ll be an excellent way to soften it up for the inevitable beatdown.

> Use Kinetic Frenzy to get in close for a bit of CQC action. It can’t hurt you if it can’t hit you.

> Summon the Blade of Flame and set it ablaze with several bursts of fire magic. You’ll risk torching the remnants of the outpost, but survival trumps all.

> Bring out the Claw and lock up with it. Technique beats blind muscle, every day of the week.

> Other?

>>5621520
> Bring out the Claw and lock up with it. Technique beats blind muscle, every day of the week
Target the joints so it can't use most of its muscle mass

>>5621520
> Bring out the Claw and lock up with it. Technique beats blind muscle, every day of the week.

Hello Axis
How goes it?

>>5621526

Same as it ever was, anon. Thanks for asking.

Made it through another week and I actually managed to get an update done on time, what more can I ask for?

>>5621520
> Bring out the Claw and lock up with it. Technique beats blind muscle, every day of the week.

>>5621530
>what more can I ask for?

Free pizza for life

>>5621530
>what more can I ask for?
Sweet, sweet death

Rolled 89, 53, 52 + 65 = 259 (3d100 + 65)

>>5621525
>>5621526
>>5621533

Alright, give me some 1d100+70

> DC to be determined.


>>5621538
>>5621541

The duality of man on grand display.

Rolled 12 + 5 (1d15 + 5)

>>5621551

And now, I'm rolling for Luck Drain since you have a viable target to siphon from.

Rolled 14 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621551

Rolled 16 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621551

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>5621551

Rolled 63, 61 + 80 = 204 (2d100 + 80)

>>5621556
>>5621558
>>5621564

That's a failure, go ahead and give me some 1d100+70 to avoid his follow-up.

> DC to be determined.

Rolled 82 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621569

>>5621569

dodge time

Rolled 62 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621569

Rolled 26 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621569

Ignore my previous failure to roll

Rolled 21, 18, 18 + 60 = 117 (3d100 + 60)

>>5621576
>>5621579
>>5621580

Alright, looks like the momentum is back in your favor.

Time for another round of 1d100+70 if you please.

Rolled 71 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621584

Rolled 55 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621584

Rolled 22 + 70 (1d100 + 70)

>>5621584

>>5621592
>>5621598
>>5621600

Success, writing.

>>5621602

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tsCTAwhCes

In situations like this, the tried and true solution of tactically applied violence is clearly the best option.

Your momentarily fraying nerves are bolstered by the comforting thrum of power coursing through your veins courtesy of the Claw of Horus.

A normal man would buckle in terror when confronted with such a disquieting sight, but not you.

In your case, normality left the building a long time ago.

Your eardrums are buffeted by a feral roar of defiance when you leap into the fray; it’s only when you’re well and truly locked into a desperate struggle with the creature that you realize that you were the one to produce the war cry.

Thus begins a furious jockeying for dominance between you and your massive foe.

Your opponent’s primary advantage is belied by its monstrous size and brawn. If it manages to overwhelm you or pin you in a confined corner, it will almost certainly tear you to shreds. A part of you has already mentally classified it in the same grade as a silver-back gorilla hopped up on bath salts and military-grade steroids.

Your advantage lies primarily in the strength of your mind, not the strength of your arm. While the ability to fight gallantly may have won many a battle, it can never reach its full potential unless it is leveraged properly. By targeting vulnerable points in its unnatural frame, you should be able to turn its own power against it.

Unfortunately, strain of maintaining the cinch quickly becomes more than you can take; you face a formidable opponent, maybe one comparable to the General on a good day. But it trades all of his finely honed ruthlessness for a bestial fury.

You can feel your grip on both your opposition and the situation as the whole begin to slowly weaken, turning to desperate action; an attempt to turn the tables in your favor by throwing a devastating punch to cripple the joint between its shoulder and mighty arm.

In a display of low cunning, the abomination catches your wild strike in the meat of its bulky arm, cushioning it entirely from any real damage. To perform such a maneuver, you had to cede your defensive posture, a decision that immediately returns to haunt you.

>>5621636

The beast lets forth with a mighty one-two punch; throwing one of his fists in an overhand smash and the other aimed at your midsection to gut you like a wriggling trout.

In a display of well-honed dexterity, you adroitly dodge both of its titanic attacks and slam the Claw directly into the fragile cartilage right above the knee.

It stumbles, clearly weakened by your counterattack. In that moment of weakness, you are granted an insight when your gaze is drawn to its inhuman, sharklike eyes. This beast not only wants to kill you, it hates you with every single iota of its considerable strength.

It wants nothing more than to rend your broken body in twain and ensure that you never again see the light of day.

To ensure that it will never fulfill its bloody wish, you decide to…

> Continue hammering away at its weak points with the Claw of Horus. It’s tough, but you’ve killed plenty of things with longevity on their side.

> Retreat into the shadows and wait for the best moment to launch a sneak attack. Nothing wrong with an old-fashioned blindside.

> Use this opportunity to slip away from the fight. If you can figure out some way to bar the door behind you, you’ll save yourself the hassle of dealing with this two-ton problem.

> Taunt the beast into charging at you again, and conjure up an Abyssal Shield for him to ram into. Let’s see how it deals with a concussion.

> Channel the Avatar of Discord and end this in one decisive strike. It may be difficult to execute, but physical prowess doesn’t seem to be making much of a dent.

> Other?

>>5621640
> Taunt the beast into charging at you again, and conjure up an Abyssal Shield for him to ram into. Let’s see how it deals with a concussion.
Maybe follow that up with hexbolts? It has a pretty high mod (for now).

>>5621640
>Channel the Avatar of Discord and end this in one decisive strike. It may be difficult to execute, but physical prowess doesn’t seem to be making much of a dent.
If it hates us now, it ain't seen shit yet.

>>5621640
> Channel the Avatar of Discord and end this in one decisive strike. It may be difficult to execute, but physical prowess doesn’t seem to be making much of a dent.

>>5621657
>>5621666

Alright, go ahead and give me some 1d100 to see how well you can harness this power.

> DC: 50 / 75 / 100

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>5621685

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>5621685

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>5621685

Rolled 99, 35, 40 + 65 = 239 (3d100 + 65)

>>5621687
>>5621688
>>5621689

That's a minor success, go ahead and give me some 1d100+100

> DC to be determined.

Rolled 72 + 100 (1d100 + 100)

>>5621691

Rolled 56 + 100 (1d100 + 100)

>>5621691

Rolled 59 + 100 (1d100 + 100)

>>5621691