Gunslinger 2024/02/27(Tue)22:52 No. 1084803 ID: 8928a2
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All five feet of it.
Wait, what?

The cannon barrel bucked beneath her, catching her in the midsection before your fist collected her head. She flew like a discarded toy, tumbling limply through the air before her feet found the ground almost magnetically, her body stiffened as she slid to a halt on all fours. Her face whipped up to meet yours, and her eye was now contorted in hatred. Your guns were already up. She flickered and the last dozen rounds from your XM’s shredded the wall behind her. The only sound was casings clattering on the hardwood floor. She'd vanished.
“After all - that, I expected a bigger load from you, human.”
You thought she gasped slightly when she hesitated, and she sounded flustered.
“I've been having fun with your friends outside, I guess I'm a little spent after so many partners. I've lost track of how many I've killed. How many of you were there? Was it two thousand? More?”
Silence.
“Speaking of, I can't help but notice you haven't called for them. What's your plan here?”
“I'm going to take my time carving you to pieces for what you just did to me, animal.”
The Occulotti curse translated poorly, but the venom in her voice got the point across.
“Was there another crazy cyclops bitch in here hypnotizing me while she rode my dick? That was all you.”
“Wh- no! You shackled me to your sick fantasy! Tell me how you did that. Answer truthfully or you die.”
That's it, keep talking you thought to yourself. Your sensors didn't detect any sound, so she must have been projecting a voice into your head. You swept the room, pretending to look wherever she threw her voice. Broken glass crunched under your feet.
“I don't know what to tell you Occ, you had me pretty dazed for all of that. I was not in control of what happened. Figured you were playing

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Well broken glass implies a window. For OpSec if she knows we're a borg we have to murder the one-eye. Here's a basic plan - grenade to low yield, drop it and full thrusters out the window. Her pals should believe we're a floater or otherwise be surprised enough to not shoot while we leave the blast radius.

Keep talking and shooting the shit/shadows. Trading insults is a great way to gather intel.

>>1084803
3]] Keep talking. Riggs and Cotton should only be moments away.

Remember that your greatest regret is that your penis is severely overcompensated.
So overcompensate. Make her taste your Big Boner until it kills her.

Character sheets: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1e0UqVZ9Vh_-o_ao08IkM_FsYam5-xjzncgfhiI_6oFA

"Yes, thank you, we're all very impressed with how much more hardcore you are than the university's accounts receivable department. Nice attention to detail on the bodies - smells almost exactly like the real thing," says Rock, who's wrangled far too many medical cadavers as part of teaching assistant duties.
"So, does this mean Hotel Blue is willing to allow the Tinsnips to throw the proposed glitter party in the D'Nyanzelo Brothers warehouse on fourth street? Assuming we clean up after ourselves, and the maitre'd gets paid on time and in full, of course."

>It then concludes with a sardonic, "Welcome to An Pur, newbloods."
"Lived here my whole life, drama queens" Specs mutters under her breath, awkwardly twisting herself to work the kinks out.

Upon hearing her compatriots antagonize the gangsters whose good graces they're operating under, Costello lets out a low growl.

"Business over dinner. Not over riverbed. Talk shop at nicer venue."

So, we need to figure out how many dice we roll, what the position is, and what the effect level is. DM can set position and effect level- by first guess is "Risky" and "Standard" but you have the most insight into the goons motivations/orders and how well that aligns with us. We're trying to score, and we're going to make a Social plan to do so- >>1082763 throwing a party to rub elbows.

PROCEDURES
action roll
1. The player states their goal for the action.
2. The player chooses the action rating that matches what their character is doing in the fiction.
3. The GM sets the position for the roll.
4. The GM sets the effect level for the action.
5. Add bonus dice.
6. The player rolls the dice and we judge the result.

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rolled 4, 5, 2, 2, 5 = 18

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>>1083278
>For action rating, this seems like Consort, Command, or Sway. Not really confident on which.
No, if this is an engagement roll for the start of a heist: https://bladesinthedark.com/planning-engagement
>The engagement roll is a fortune roll, starting with 1d for sheer luck. Modify the dice pool for any major advantages or disadvantages that apply.
I'll just roll more dice than we're likely to need, and then we can figure out how many of them are relevant.

can you fish?

People who say follow the river have the right idea here. Perhaps prey will drink as well.

I suggest carving marks into trees to keep yourself from getting lost. If you don't have claws for it, you should get a stone for it instead.

On that note, do you know how to make tools? A simple spear does much to empower you.

>Pokemon but they don't say their names all the time
Oh thank @#$%.

>Hunt
Stick with foraging for nuts and berries for now. Those have lots of energy at low cost.

So, the main character being obviously an Eevee, should have some sort of superpowers, maybe those could help with hunting and exploring and such? He should have ability to move with superspeed for very short, directed bursts by infusing his body with a sort of 'normal' elemental ki. This can be used for a quick surprise takedown of prey or for mobility and scouting and getting to hard to reach places or climbing. There's also a few ranged energy blasts, but those are more advanced.

LastDance:
Wagon man is right.
Nasty critters, nastier swarm.
Like...
There wuz this thing i read bout as a lillun.
Pie ranna or summat.
Strip a cow to the bone that said in minutes.
Min.
Its.
I dunno what a cow is, but its gotta be nasty if it took a swarm to frag one.

Dont lettem get on ya lady!
Yer doin keen.

>>1084007

We live in an information based reality. Just because YOU can't find out what a cow was and where the genes are still being used and in what sorts of things and what things that aren't called 'cows' any more are still basically 'cows', sorta, but just marketed to suits and rollers, that's on you, chummer. Look. It. Up. Just because a lot of the info is SOMEWHAT WRONG doesn't mean it isn't USEFUL. Hint: There's a reason lots of places call police by terms associated with cattle.

>>1084025
Lastdance:

Chummer, i can barely work this drekking busted uplink.
My meat has only ever been real estate fer chrome but when i usedta run, i wuz just the panzer.
Deckers mighta s'well be wizzies t'me.
First one i saw used a clacky lil thing with his hands. Now they just think it.
Yeah, yeah.
Im a 'tique.
Least i got in here though.
Now i get'ta watch primo razergirl run hard.
...the front its gotta take t'stream yer runs...
Cool as. Ice cool. Arctic.
Stay frosty lady!
<donation failed>
Oh fer fracks sake... howd i...

>>1084007
>>1084071

So, here's the thing. Swarms of Piranha *couldn't* tear the flesh off the bone of large mammals like Cows or Humans in minutes. That was a myth. They were just pretty colorful tropical river fish that eat meat and travel in schools. Nothing special.

But here's the thing. We live in a post-multi-apocalypse world where, all of a sudden, there's a ton of types of reality manipulation out there, yea?

And some of those types follow collective beliefs and mythology. So as the normal Piranha are going extinct due to pollution and all these disasters, WEIRD Piranha of various sorts and types are spawning due to all the things that spawn or mutate or create weird animals, spirits, spirit beasts, spiritual animals, mutant animals, and this that and the other. And a ton of THOSE swarms of Piranha *do* strip flesh off of bones in seconds or minutes.

But, here's the thing. Piranha are still pretty colorful tropical river fish. So corporate types have cloned de-extincted normal versions -- the old, went extinct type -- in their office aquariums. While out in the wild, someone may or may not have reintroduced the original strain (dunno), but there's for SURE a mess of weird magical or other variants.

>>1084225
LastDance.

Spellslinger said sumthin like that t'me once, then started on bout a collective unconscious or summat and i zoned on him.
By time drekker was done, i was too gonked t'get.
But yknow, think i grok it now.
Cheers chummer.

<donation sent: 50z> "Yer crushin this run chica! Wheredja getcha killware?"

Sar Manjensen (translation: sew my jeans on)
16
Intersex Lynxgirl

When you were a baby, an insane vagrant found your abusive parents bashing your head in and decided to 'step in' by unleashing their hidden arsenal of guns, turning your momma and poppa into meat and popcorn.

They weren't exactly an improvement, even if they fully accepted you. You learned how to kill a squirrel with two bullets and a coat hanger before you learned to walk. When your powers kicked in, your foster parent only showed more insanity and put you through horrifyingly villainous training. They wanted you to topple the government and all that.

Child services stepped in about three years ago and you've been living blissfully in a backwater orphanage ever since.

Marie Kafka
19
Female

To say you led a good life would be stretching it, your parents gave you nothing more than food to eat and a roof over your head, so you essentially had to raise yourself, mostly through books at first. A book on parenting became your guide on how to grow up, an encyclopedia became your mentor, and fictional characters became your role models. Once you got past the password on your father's work computer though, there was so much more.
So naturally when you got bullied you turned to the consensus of the internet, since authority figures were a no go that left self defense. The taekwondo teacher was nice enough to give you discounted lessons, and once you got to green belt you figured you'd try making use of your fledgling martial skills. It ended up being the worst decision of your life.
That train, that goddamn train. It was raining hard, and the fog rising up from the nearby coast made it hard to see more than a yard. Your bullies cornered you by the tracks, they never really did much more than a single punch so you figured if you used proper force they'd give up. That's why the moment one of them laid their hands on you, you kicked them straight onto the tracks. It was only supposed to intimidate them, but at that moment a train showed up. Your bully tried to get up and off the tracks but the rain made them slip on the rocks. One moment they were scrambling to get away, the next moment their legs became a smear of red as the train barreled through. It was a memory that you'd never forget, as if seared into your corneas.
In the end it was ruled a self defense but nobody could look at you the same way. Moving out of that damned town was the only good thing your parents ever did for you.

Name : Thomas Marlow
Age : 22
Gender : M.

Traumatic event :
I just got shot.
Again.
Have a guess what my trauma is.
Let me tell you, it does NOT get easier second time around pal.

Now im here either suffering a psychotic break or whats left of my mind is hiding out in one of my last misfiring neurons that for some goddamn reason is fixated on the finer points of form filling.

I
I dont want to be dead.

1/2 Cross 2024/02/10(Sat)23:51 No. 1083126 ID: 32ff81
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Is there a possibility that the medicine that they’re shipping around is going to help save lives?
…Probably not. Even if there’s a regime running the Undercity, shipping medical supplies around like this, unlabelled, raises a lot more questions. There’s a chance - but considering the circumstances, its unlikely.

It’s also entirely possible that they’re listening in on your conversation somehow.

“Davey… I’m sorry to say, but maybe compliance is the right choice here. We don’t know the bigger picture, and I don’t want you to be making more enemies. At the end of the day, you’re still being pressed into this, so I doubt anyone would blame you for this choice.”
Hopefully.
You keep mum on some of your thoughts - best not to say some of this when it’s very likely that they’re listening in on you.

Davey bites his lip, his whiskers drooping a little.
“Ah… alright. I understand. I trust you, Rory.”

He leaves the camera on the desk as he goes to retrieve the package.

He waddles over to the tube’s receptacle, the wrapped package present with him.
Davey keys in the numbers, before placing the package in and closing the lid on top of the tube.

There’s a big sucking sound, and a ‘whoosh’!
Seems like the pneumatic piping is still working perfectly fine despite the recent issues with the landslides and earthquakes.

“What now?”

“I suppose we wait?”

2/2 Cross 2024/02/11(Sun)00:04 No. 1083128 ID: 32ff81
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A few minutes pass without any kind of response.

Then, the telltale sound of a new tube.
Finally! You were wondering if that shady group had just up and abandoned Davey.
"Your help is greatly appreciated. We've alerted the most skilled individuals, and you might want to secure your belongings. We have obtained data indicating that there’s another earthquake projected to soon impact your district."

He pauses, lowering the piece of paper.
“Another earthquake?”, you ask.

“That’s… odd. I thought the first one was a fluke, but normally we’d get warnings before they hit. The tubing system doesn’t seem to be down, but…”

“No, other part. Secure your belongings? Are they bringing in a drill or something?”

Davey’s eyes bug out a little as a realization dawns on him.
“Ohhhhhh no. I thought… oh no. Another one. I… I have to fortify this place, otherwise the roof’s going to come down in my greenhouse! The first earthquake’s already done enough structural damage!”

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Secure anything that holds food and water first. After that write a quick letter to Nico. If there's time, then protect anything sentimental.

Consider the possibility that one of the power players involved has created foundation-destabilizing technology.

That means making small earthquakes.

Two major shocks at once is too big a coincidence. Even with aftershocks, you'd think the government would have protocols for major chain earthquakes. No, someone, somewhere, is busy letting you all die.

Davey needs to find the best spot - the area in the house that gives the best chance of survival and escape - and then reinforce and resupply that specific area. Take the food and water to that location, then nail in some extra struts and find some way to stack heavy appliances near the ceiling.

Which neighbours are the nicest/ most sociable? Send a warning to those and tell them to pass it along to everyone else in the neighbourhood.

Send one to Nico too with a jar of food, cause why not.

After that, secure all the plants and food and water you can. We don't have time for non-vital things.

You moved swiftly yet cautiously, calling on every moment of your training as you stepped further into the once home of your family. Senses screamed at you of the dangers of this place, of the horrors that could be inflicted upon your eternal soul should you fall here. But all the same, you could not bear to leave now, not without recovering something to return to your family, to restore just that small bit of your family's lost heritage. The temple had been your first thought, there had been no other choice. It appeared untouched from a distance, and it's only the words of your sensei that had kept your wits about you, despite the seemingly untouched nature of the small building.

The thin, rice paper door had been shut tight, and it took a hefty pull to loosen it enough to open far enough to slip inside yourself. Within, the old, single room temple appears undisturbed by anything. Dust covers every surface, a thick blanket that swirls slightly as your feet disturb the room for the first time. As soon as you'd cross the threshold, you had felt that sense of all consuming foreboding vanish, that feeling of something watching you fall away, and your first shaky breath within the confines of the temple seem somehow lighter and less difficult. You had been suffused with the feeling of safety, warmth and comfort. A quick investigation of the room had revealed a small shrine, a single candle still somehow lit upon its surface, its dedications difficult to make out in the dim light, but still clearly venerating the Celestial Heavens above. Paper charms are plastered along the walls and beams, and though you couldn't make any sense of them you could recognize a shugenja's work. This place had, by all appearance, remained unravaged by the tainted things that presumably stalked those halls, or the taint that normally corrupted anything it touched.

Still, your caution had you questioning the apparent sanctity of this place. Su

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A brief respite, you took what rest you could.

Link the bonfire

You didn't dare disturb the charms or the candle. Too tired to worry about the dust, you knelt in front of the shrine to pray. The whole situation was so unreal, you couldn't say exactly when you fell asleep.

You'd set your equipment in a corner of the temple, careful to avoid disturbing the seals along the walls lest you somehow break the strange sanctity of the place. You'd knelt before the shrine, intending only to offer prayer, to seek some blessing from the Heavens in your search, and perhaps to rest a moment before moving on. It was strange then that when you'd opened your eyes once more, it was not to a dimly lit temple but a room glowing with dozens of candles. Beyond the edges of the candlelight, there wasn't a wall, but an endless darkness, stretching far past the light's glow.

Whatever shock you'd felt had been interrupted by a sound from behind you. Instinct screamed, and you'd whirled about in alarm, hand falling to grasp the hilt of your sword. What greeted your panicked gaze was not some foul demon or unholy spirit but a woman. Dressed in a kimono of sky blue and crimson red, the middle aged woman had the look of someone haggard and worn, her lips bearing signs of what look to be puncture wounds, as if someone had taken a needle and sewn her mouth shut at some point. Yet somehow you felt as if her presence was no threat to you, or perhaps merely that she'd meant no harm. Whatever her appearance, she bowed low upon seeing your attention upon her, before straightening once more, her gaze fixing upon you with a strange intensity.

"I bid you welcome, young Hiruma. It has been a long time since one of Daylight Castle's lost children has come home. Longer still since it was one that has not felt the call to service..." Her voice bore a hint of melencholy, her gaze momentarily softening into something that seems on the verge of tears. But the expression quickly vanished, her stoic gaze returning. "I am Hiruma Masami, and it is good you have found your way to Candle Temple. Please, sit, you will be safe here from the Oni's influence. You no doubt have questions, and I shall

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Suggestion 2024/02/11(Sun)21:00 No. 1083193 ID: ab6c3e
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You chat a bit with Rutu about the lay of the land. It sounds like this is mostly a farming town built up around an old monastery near the lake, but that in the last 20 or so years it has become a stop traders would make when traveling up the twin rivers.

A lot of the farmers, including their family, live on the northwest bank of the Nanfang Qingren, which feeds the lake from the south. The Monastery is east of the town, which lise on the south bank of the Xibu Qingren that feeds the lake from the east. There's a main road that heads down toward where most of the farms are, and most of the people in the region are farmers that live within a few miles of it - if you go much farther west of town or across either river you mostly find solitary hunters or people that aren't much interested in living in a community.

"You mentioned Yu?" You ask, "I met him by the river, and he showed me the way to town."

"Oh, yes!" Rutu pipes up, "He's a quiet boy that wandered in a few years back. His shack is in the lee of a hill near our farm, so he's basically our neighbor!"

Li chimes in, "Always seemed a bit shady, but he's good people. Helped us out a few times when we needed it."

You nod, "He helped me out, too. I was accosted by a ruffian in the woods, and he took care of it."

Rutu nods, "That sounds like Yu all right. He's a moody boy, but he can look pretty scary when somebody tries to get rough with people around him." Li nods, and starts to say something, before Rutu suddenly yelps "Wait, ruffians in the woods?! Did you tell the magistrate?"

"Magistrate?"

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Pay a visit to the antelope, he might have an idea of where there might be work.

>>1081940
Now that we've met the otters, time for the antelope!

An antelope with a laborer's build, but wanting exercise bodes ill for finding work. That does offer an opening for conversation, though; you're looking for work, and was wondering if he's had any luck in his search.

The presence of the magistrate could make things thorny in the future. You want to keep the town safe, and informing them of the highwayman's presence, especially if he's only one of a band, could help. But if an Imperial agent could connect you back to your origins, then we want to inform discreetly.
Mention the encounter with the highwayman to the antelope, as well, and try to get the rumor mill going. Surely, someone will bring the matter to the magistrate upon hearing of it. It might be prudent to mention that Yu fought off the highwayman without saying you were there to witness it.

>>1083210
If you want to start rumors without tying the story to yourself, you should talk with the drunks. Play up the excitement of Yu fighting off a huge bandit, by the morning they won't remember the boring details like who told them the story.

I'd say you should find a habitable death-world and live there.

>>1076834

Things can be 'habitable' but absolutely miserable. Consider: massive, constant natural disasters. Wrong day/night cycle. Wrong gravity. Very radioactive. No land that's not covered in water, or no freshwater anywhere. Wrong temperature. Wrong amount of air pressure. Not enough magnetosphere (see aforementioned radiation). Wrong soil composition. Wrong year length. Wrong temperatures. It isn't JUST giant monsters that are trying to eat you, which can be fought militarily if you are badass enough, that make a deathworld into a deathworld. It's fantastically easier to make a comfortable space station than it is to make a comfortable, livable outpost on a deathworld (at the bottom of a gravity well no less!), if such is a world that no one actually goes to because it is horrible, even if it is technically 'habitable' and technically within some arbitrary egghead's categorization 'limits'.

How much fuel does the ship have? What locations are reachable with our current supplies?

>>1076753
Maybe we have to take risk, maybe a medium sized settlement we could attack? Or a risky job you were offered? This time you and your team could be the ones coming on top.

>>1076842

I guess I got the definition of Deathworlds wrong. Rather than just being 'utterly inhospitable to life', Deathworlds are more worlds that are actively trying to kill you, like a world run by an insane AI and populated by giant, crazed monsters that are vaguely from fantasy and mythology, with nanotech that eats any technology more advanced than some particular fantasy author's conception of 'vaguely medieval'.

And they're marked as Deathworlds, despite being 'totally habitable', because the Galaxy doesn't want to spend the money and effort to clean them up yet.

We don't want to go to one of those, especially because we don't know the rules by which anything marked like that is operating, and also there is specifically *only one way to determine those rules*.

Guess what it is.

so like... It seemed like they were just going along with Sally and John at first, but now I'm thinking they might've bought it wholesale, which is a bit awkward...

Ok the date was fun but this is getting weird.

Silence 2023/09/06(Wed)16:47 No. 1071865 ID: ed041d
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Name: Dagan

I Am A: Synthetic Dragon

Seeking: She-Dragon

Looking For: Casual Date, Hangouts, Possible sex?

About Me: I'm a single dragon, something called a "replicant" and largely made of synthetic materials. Advanced construction, super strong, and rather flexible. 6 Feet Tall.

Likes: Other dragons, fire, action games, Music, robots, causing a little bit of mischief

Dislikes: Jackasses, people who don't know how to handle weapons properly, EMPs.

>>1071513
Puffball: "Its a bit like how you guys handle the right and left of the body."
Jhonny: "basically there is a reason why puffball is so round heh". Sally:"she is the stomach of the gang, there is a reason for the ball part of Puffball other then the puffy fur"

Or something like that
Also supporting
>>1071518
Basically living vicariously through others
>>1071517
Makes sense if combined to a extreme degree

>>1071513
Commit to the disguise. Tell them youre on a fast-binge-fast diet and its middle heads turn to eat.
If you come clean now theyre gonna think youre sone kind of anti multiheaded dragon bigot mocking them.
I hear folk can get sued for that.

Anlo 2024/01/30(Tue)14:12 No. 1082156 ID: 7ddd7c
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"AH!" "Jesus christ!" "What the hell, man!" "What happened!?" "Marko was a sorcerer!"
WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?
Clue me the fuck in here, because I just saw big crazy blue lightning and then there was a loud bang and now that guy's dead!

>>1057645
>So that guy's associate executed him because he had runaway superpowers or magic or something. If the gunman notices you, you would qualify as a Loose End.
>Time to make yourself scarce, yea?

>>1057678
>Eh. There's at least one other witness. I expect that was a legal action, no need for cleanup. That said, we don't want to be near cult hunters or the resulting police presence from having to report a dead body.

This didn't happen because of me did it? ...Wait, they're not going to do that to me if they find me right!? I know they usually send immortals back, but what if you refuse!?
Shit, okay, yeah, I think I'm going to have to relocate to another part of the city... Mistakes like yesterday can't happen again. And now I gotta figure out what to do with Surrogate, too. Hopefully I won't have to wait too long for him to get back.

>>1082156
In what way does this change your plans? It had nothing to do with you.

Let's continue watching. Maybe the aftermath can give us some clues as to their motivations and desires.

So, yea, dunno if you did the lightning thing or not. I mean, it could've been the guys superpowers or magic or whatever? That said, you witnessed a killing, whether it was legal or no. Don't draw attention to yourself, quietly make yourself scarce from here.

I agree with the previous post; staying around is a bad idea; even if you're getting hungry, the night's still young, and if you stay, it's trouble.

No way it happened because of you. They'd have to chop off your ████ or something, to use your flesh for rune casting. If they used an immortal, it was another immortal, unless you notice any conspicuously missing body parts.

The uh... blood-kaleidoscope doesn't appear except only around the netherbound you were targeting. The netherbound also has a gun, and just murdered a guy, so uh... maybe... try finding another netherbound. This one's a biiit too dangerous to approach.