No.262
Ive decided to make a "dnd" campaign, though its not really gonna be a dnd game because instead of making your characters from the get go, youll grow into them. And story elements will be made up on the fly by me. Heres how to play Rough rules on what ive gone and thought up on top of my head:
1: choose a name, a tripcode and a response/action to the first sequence of events, be sure to remember the tripcode so you can continue to play.
2: Itll be as a group, so the second sequences of events wont happen until at least 3 people respond to the OP, so check in every now and then
3: After the first 3 or so join, it wont be easy to join after that so you will have to come over to my cyubte channel and ask to become a character
4: Itll be like dnd in the fact that youll roll for curtain events, 20 best 1 worst,
5: I dont have much experience with proper dnd campagins because me and my friends usually just fuck around with shit that comes straight from our minds and our own made up combat systems, so you will have to follow my lead with different thingslike combat and roll checks since it will be very loose.
6: Please dont post in this thread if youre not pkaying.
7: try and make it so i have things to work off with your reactions to events
A loud Thud wakes you from your slumber, you have no clue what it is and decide to look around. The ships engine rumbles softly as you get out of bed.
What do you do?
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No.263
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No.264
>>263
frogot to add my trip to the OP
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No.393
>>262
masterbate furiously in my bunk and coom into my spaceblanket and then get up and take a space shower and then put on my space suit and space blaster gun. I put on a utility belt and put a few spare charge packs for the blaster gun and a sheathed combat knife.
Then I head towards the thud as my blanket slowly dries
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No.394
>>393
can you choose a name and a tripcode?
As you leave the room people passing by smell your room and look at you with disgust. You head towards the secuirty depot.
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No.399
>>394
I think to myself, "They wish that blanket was them. They want to get thier hands all over Dutch Ruddler." I get so excited I fart a little just before I get to security.
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No.402
>>399
As you enter a security the obnoxious smell of your queef makes everyone cover their nose, you go over to sign in but are stopped by another member of security.
“Bro did you take a shower this morning, you smell horrible!” Other people in the room giggle
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No.404
>>402
"I took a space shower"
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No.634
"Fine ignore me. I'm going to go microwave some fish in the space breakroom." I sign in and then go check my mail.
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No.648
>>404
People gossip and wisper as you leave the room. Going through your mail, the usual office place bullying, bills and complaints about your conductivity as a security guard. Then you notice a pink envelope
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No.664
>>648
I mutter, "I am very conductive. I put a finger in the light socket and I can run all kind of things. I got half a mind to-" as I open the pink envelope.
I yell backwards to the rest, "What was that noise a while ago?" and then turn to the open pink note.
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No.667
>>664
The others seem to ignore your questions. Opening the pink note you see a red peice f paper, on it is written Anonymous Tip, please do not read this in a public place. The letter is folded up neatly.
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No.789
>>667
I take the paper into the refresher and read it
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No.889
I lock the door behind be and pull down my space pants to my space ankles
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No.919
>>889
expectiong a nice nudie photo, You findthe letter has been written in messy hand writing. On it says that tbhe main engine of the ship has been rigged with explosives and youre the only one allowed to fix it. Tell anyonbe and the ship blows up, anyone discovers it, boom. You have 24 hgours
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No.928
>>919
"great, old pasta. I remember this gag from my first cruise. The old "bomb on the engine can't tell anyone" trick. Probably the new guy."
I crumple to note up and flush it. Then I pull up my space pants and wash my hands before returning to the sec desk.
"Hey watch out in the refresher. I dropped a bomb big enough to take out the whole ship." I said and then watched the faces for signs of reaction. Nothing. "Okay going to patrol the corridors" I said leaving before strolling down to the engine room.
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No.936
>>928
walking down the corridors you notice someone haphazardly walking down the hall. They have a drink in their hand and are slurring words. On the other end is a lady wispering with her friend, both are illegal because wispering is against citizen-act 18 passed awhile back which made it illegal to try to act in secret and being drunk, duh
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No.965
>>936
I sprint up the hall to the drunk bounce off the wall into him then spint back up the hall to the ladies and quickly let out a silent fart and then run to the engine room. the drunk falls and the whisperers stop whisphering as they chokes, gasp, and cough. I get the the engine room and open the door.
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No.1139
>>965
The engine room is quiet but I hear a beeping. I follow the beeping.
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No.1188
It is getting louder the closer I get to the fuel intake manifold. There is a big sign on it that says fuel intake manifold. the beeping seems to be coming from inside. I unzip my space pants and start waving my dick around. immediatly an engineer shows up.
"What the fuck are you doing waving your dick around in here?" he bellows.
"I was trying to get your attention. This box is beeping." I say as I stuff my man meat back in my space pants. "Is it supposed to beep?" I ask him.
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No.1239
>>1188
He looks nervous. "I can't hear any beeping"
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No.1281
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No.1307
>>1281
I fondle my crotch until his eyes widen in terror.
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No.1331
>>1307
I throw acid in your face
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No.1340
>>1331
I dodge the acid and ram my spacemanmeat right into your helpless face.
"Tell me about the beeping or I'll face fuck you to death."
I look down on you crying, your tears and saliva mix in a growing pool on the floor.
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No.1434
The engineer chokes and sputters and I let him have some air. "I'm not supposed to say." I smile and pull his skull to my belly as my penetrating male penis pushes past his tonsils and into his throat.
"Tell me and I'll stop. Or I'll save you a trip to the mess."
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No.1734
>>1434
He replies, "uggggfdfffdddsdgggghhhh." with that info I find the bomb in the air vent and defuse it by entering his birthday backwards.
Another crisis averted I leave tyhe enginer quivering in a pool os salvia and return to the security office to lay an actual bomb in the bathroom.
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No.3199
I take a big shit in the bathroom and the OP comes in the stall next to me and taps his foot. I ignore him.
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No.3204
>>3199
As i walk into the bathroom the "critical oxygen low" alarm sounds i ignore my crewmates in the bathroom and find the nearest emergency oxygen tank.
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No.3227
>>3204
I check the pressure of said tank and it is low. There is a loose valve and a mere fraction remains. Damn the maintenance crew for not noticing and reporting it in their weekly checks. Maintenance is slow here, it took 2 weeks to get a new door for the janitor's cupboard.
Totally naked, I leave the bathroom to find the corridor lined with unconscious bodies with a miasma of purple smoke lingering at the ceiling. I take the shirt off one and tie it to my face and keep as low as possible.
I heard a shuffling noise by the officer's mess 150 meters from where I am standing. I take a fire extinguisher, getting a sense of the heft in my hands, and enter the room and am greeted by a creature resembling a giant penis with seven finger like legs as long as I am tall.
The penis screams at me, covering me in purple froth before leaping at me.
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No.3349
I flush and then begin to wipe, ignoring the sound of two more faggots fucking around with the oxygen reserve tanks. Probably infiltrators. I take a good long wipe and flush again.
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No.3518
>>3227
Barbed claws embed themselves into the durasteel floor where nanoseconds ago my head had just been.
I swing my fire extinguisher and hit the demonic phallus directly on the glans in a spray of smegma and tiny pointed teeth. One of the teeth embeds itself in the fire extinguisher and it explodes in my hands in spray of pressurised gas.
The decompression of the gas rapidly cools the surfaces that it comes into contact with. The outer skin on the right hand side of the penis is now frostbitten, bleeding and cracked.
The penis monster crawls away to the nearby corner. and begins to examine itself with its forelegs. It makes a whimpering noise like an agitated seal.
>>3349
Just as I am about to put the creature out of its misery, there is a flush from the toilet I had just exited.
I risk turning my head and see that twenty of the creatures are sprinting down the corridor to the toilets.
Noticing my distraction, the being I thought conquered sneaks up behind me. I feel a viscous liquid on my hair and slide down my face. I touch my hand to my face and to my horror I see a purple viscous liquid. I look up and am promptly swallowed,
Moist flesh surrounds me on all sides which ripples, pushing me deeper and deeper.
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No.4395
>>3518
I pull up my space pants and adjust my space blaster on my hip before exiting the stall. I see an englishman writhing on the floor both his hand locked in a death grip around his exposed and erect penis.
"You've got to help me!" he screams. I space blaster pistol whip him on the left temple knocking him out. I pick up his limp form and carry him over my shoulder out of the bathroom, through the security office, and drop him on onto the duty officer's desk. "might want to toss the bunks for Fungus Spice, I think this guy took to many. I'm taking lunch."
I leave the security office and head down the main corridor to the food concourse. I take off my security disc and slip it into my pocket before ordering a jamacian jerk burrito from the first stall on the concourse. I like my burrito without spit.
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