/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>>295629 (OP)

Looting the battleground is simple. There were a few animals, but they ran away when they noticed you.

>150 rounds of .357 Ammunition

>8 .357 Carbines.

>1 Flak grenade

>A large amount of tech components and gear.

>1 87lb Minigun taken from a walker.

>30 5.56 rounds, from the minigun.

>Sore legs.

You feel that you did much better this time, somehow.

Inventory updated with items

Trap creation:

It went just as planned.

Several shrapnel bombs are at the ready, you can place them wherever you want and they’re activated by tripwire. You have them loaded with a simple pull fuse, the second the tripwire is pulled… bang. Some basic combustibles, primer and gunpowder from the .357 rounds, conveniently shaped scrap and you’re good to go.

(-100 .357 Round)

(+50 .357 shell casings)

Shrapnel Bomb:

Weight: 0.8Kg/2lb

Explosive

Damage: 25

Minimum: 25

Area Of Effect: 6 Meters/6 Yards

//Special Effects//

Tripwire: This weapon is placed as a trap. The tripwire may be set in a straight line no longer than 6 Meters/Yards. The creature that trips the wire, as well as any creature within 6 Meters/Yards of them are damaged by this weapon.

Bleeding: Enemies hit by this weapon bleed for 2 damage a round.

You were able to create 3 beartraps as well, using some hydraulics, servos, a small powercell and bent metal from the walkers. The only thing is that the bear traps might be… a little strong. Chances are they would entirely remove a bear’s leg. But it would do significant damage to a mutated creature. Each trap is about 3 Feet wide.

Above the base are old stone plant pots, good for small scale planting. But you have a good feeling about the glowing flower growing inside of the base. You take a pot inside and place the flower on top of the soil. It digs into the earth itself and now the pot feels strangely cool to the touch. After the wait, the inside of the base is comfortably cool. The cold feeling emits from the flower. Beatrix seems to enjoy being around the flower.

Planting a number of seeds that you found is not an issue. By the end of the wait they have grown significantly. There’s a few spots not far from the base, maybe 20 meters from the top hatch, that are good spots to plant, being on the edge of the rise so trees don’t block sunlight.

You consider the fissure, but then reconsider. You would require climbing gear to get down into one of the tunnels or doors… and even then you would have to consider the horrors that lie below. You have however listed out several entrances to the fissures to maybe check out later when you have climbing gear.

Your conversation with Bea:

“Why are you so loyal to the queen?”

Bea sits in your lap as you lie down on the now clean floors.

“Because I want to. It keeps me… semi-sane. Without her I would slowly start to lose my mind.”

“Unfortunate, but what are you to me anyway? Are you a guard? A watchdog…”

“I am here to protect you from other Fae mostly.”

“I see.”

You take a deep breath. “What are your queens plans?”

“She wants to keep everything small for now.”

“That didn't answer my question.”

“She wants to re-establish her court.”

“And?”

“Keep it small.”

“Helpful.”

She kisses you on the cheek and before you can reprise her for it she flies off and disappears.

Caring for Dead weight is actually quite relaxing. Not just the fact that you don’t see naked women very often, but for some reason it feel good.

(+5 Sanity)(+5 sanity for time rested)

You maintenance your legs. They needed it badly, there was sufficient grime buildup and it was actually going to hamper your mobility. This is near the end of your month of busywork, you take your time to clean bits out and take great care. You have to disassemble the legs to do this though and it makes you feel venerable.

Almost as if it was a twist of fate, the DeadWeight stirs. Her one eye Flutters open in a panicked state flailing wildly in it’s socket. Her stump arm twitches oddly as she breathes heavily looking all around, then she sees you. She seems… frantic?

>What to do?

I hope I did not miss anything.

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Thread 1: http://archive.is/4aXDn

Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/PZcPDmvL

when you make a suggestion, Roll 1D100.

Sometimes a suggestion will require more than one roll, for example making bombs would use Chemistry and engineering.

Sometimes it might be a good idea to look at the character sheet. for scores, health, items or other goodies that may work to the MC's advantage.

Rolled 88 (1d100)

Tell dead weight we won't hurt her and get to work on robo doggo.

Also go poke a corpse to get our sanity back down.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

Explain what happened, being completely honest because we're terrible liars.

Continue ensuring our legs are OK.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>295631

Explain the situation : found her dying, saved her life, she's missing some bits and pieces but it might be replaceable with bionics.

Finnish taking care of our legs.

Depending on how chatty/restless DeadWieght is either talk to her or let her rest and start working on our futur metal friend.

can we get a map of the base and the surroundings ? Do we need to decide where to put the traps or are they already in place ?

We must secure the integrity of our legs, and a future for Blackacre's adventure.

So lets get dead weight to calm the fuck down, then leg maintenance once things have simmered down.

>>295631

You loudly clap your hands together, garnering her immediate attention. Her eye looks at you in a strange manner, adjusting its pupil size unnaturally.

“Calm the fuck down. You’ll waste all the time it took to put ya back together. I’m not doing that shit twice.”

She huffs, and tries to stand. “Where are my comrades? Tell m…”

“I’ll tell you if you sit your ass back down. Don’t make me repeat myself. Any more movement and you might snap the stitching holding your intestines in.”

She looks you up and down, trying to hold herself up, then slowly lowers herself back down onto the bed.

“Where is my armour!?”

You point to the corner of the room.

She is still hysteric… but not trying to move. Though that’s probably due to the trauma.

“Where are my teammates?”

>Social: roll, not a fucking chance

“Both groups retreated into the forest, leaving you for dead.”

“No… no, nononononono They can’t have they wouldn’t.”

“I put you back together again, mostly. You were in a bad way. Missing a leg, an ar…”

You say as you put your disassembled leg back together.

She seems on the verge of tears. She takes a look at her missing arm as she freezes in place staring aghast at the fresh pink skin formed from the fiber patch.

“Oh god, I can’t… ”

You pull up on your one leg and hop over. Take her face in your two hands and get her to focus on you.

“Calm down.”

“YOU CAN’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN. BASTARD, YOU DON’T KNOW WHA…”

To her credit she shuts up when she looks down at your legs. You hope that she was merely at a bad angle to see what you were working on. You’re not sure if it’s the fact that she noticed your legs, or the face you might be making right now. Either was she seems to be at a loss for words.

You cock your head at her and regain some degree of composure. You considered smacking her a good one, but figured that it might undo some of your earlier work. For fear of doing so you hop over back to your leg and start to reassemble. Not saying a word, merely holding the woman in contempt in silence.

She merely looks at the ground, defeated for a time. It lasts for a good 5 minutes, around the time it takes for you to put your legs back together.

Dead Weight is much quieter now, her voice reveals a monotone expression and the words of one who has lost hope.

“Did we win?”

“Some of your group perished, around 3, maybe 4. Most blown to pieces via explosives. Your group sustained low casualties, the other group, clansmen, lost the majority of their attacking forces and both sides retreated after the battle. However neither side opted to return to the battlefield after the pullback.”

A flat “Oh” is all you get in response.

She wraps her one remaining arm around her torso and shakes quietly.

“I can’t see out of my other eye… It’s cold. A-am I going to die?”

A few tears stream from the remaining eye. You pull her some of your clean spare clothes to help her stay warm.

“It hurts so bad…”

She sniffles.

You pull out the medical kit and gesture for her to open her mouth as you show her the bottle labeled painkillers. She accepts it, opening her mouth as you administer the pill.

“This should help.”

She whines pitifully. “Okay. T-thank you.”

You merely shrug as you head into the other room and start to ferry some basic parts for your friend. A robodoggo might be nice. It gets lonely here sometimes you know?

The dead weight remains silent. Merely glancing idly at the wall across from her in a daze. It is not until you’re half done the doggo’s shell that she even acknowledges your existence again. From how her words come out, it feels forced. Not necessarily in a way that means it’s a lie or sarcastic, but in a way the indicates it is hard for her to speak.

“I- no. I’m very… Blast. I want to apologise, I threw your kindness back in your face.”

You continue working.

“Alright.”

She seems confused by your acknowledgement with no follow up.

The problem with the robodoggo is not going to be creating a shell, no you have plenty of parts from the walker. The issue is going to be grabbing an A.I to operate it. If it is to be independent but obey you it will need an A.I to receive and act upon commands. Otherwise you would merely be controlling it directly. You will have to find one somewhere.

“Where are we?”

“A small base of mine, some distance away from that warzone.”

“When can I move again?”

You proceed to list off every single one of her injuries in alphabetical order. She seems to get the point of “Quite some time.”

“I was almost food for the grubs then… heh. Say… did the woman you took that case from have a green cross on her gloves?”

Her eyes glaze over when you tell her that yes, that was indeed the case.

“Then Sam is dead.”

She starts breaking down as she throws up on the floor. The smell is terrible.

>what to do?

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>295818

Finish fixing our legs then interrogate her while she is emotionally weak it should be easy to get basic info such as: Who they are? Where are you from? Are your comrades able to track you down? Also forget the dog, we already got that piece of shit fairy annoying us we don't need some snarky AI bitching at us also

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>295818

Bring her water, find a way to clean the puke, and offer some reconfort along the line of " Well you know they left you for dead so your probably better off without them"

Maybe start asking some questions like " anyway why where you killing those clansmen ?"

>Robo Doggo

Can we make an A.I ?

>>295871

Possibly. However there is an issue in that, you would need enough electronic gear, such as a computer, to attempt such a thing.

Rolled 28 (1d100)

>>295822

>snarky AI

>not a stupid dog AI that is only loyal to us

What do you thing we're trying?

Ask dead weight about making AI. After we comfort her by calling her a little bitch. If she acts nice we might build her a new eye and send her on her way.

>>295874

> If she acts nice we might build her a new eye

Yeah we could have her help us finding electronic gear and parts for our robot ( we might to not want to make it dog shaped so that it can go down fissures with us) because it will also be the stuff we need to fix her some new parts. It's a win-win.

Let's make our servitor a robotic replica of the majestic land squid.

>>295818

You figure that perhaps, waiting a little on the robot would be prudent.

You put your legs together, now cleaned and maintained.

Bea peaks her head into the room, then narrows her eyes at the vomit.

“Disgusting.”

She, before you can interact with her, freezes the vomit on the floor solid. You quickly sweep it up and out of the fort. A little bit of water and all will be fine. Speaking of water, you bring the Beetle some water, she swishes it in her mouth and you allow her to spit it out into an old bucket. She drinks the rest of the waterskin and you dump the vomit water outside.

“So, who are you people?”

“Military remnants.”

“Can your comrades help you?”

“I doubt it, not unless I return to base. It’s unlikely.”

She nods her head sadly.

“Why were you guys killing clansmen anyway?”

“They ambushed us, we fought back.”

“Your group left you for dead, maybe you’re better off without them?”

“No! I’m sure there’s a reason!”

Tears stream down her face.

“Then.”

You tap her on the head and softly whisper.

“If you stop being a little bitch, I’m certain that everything will be fine.”

She merely nods and steels her gaze. “You’re right, I’m bringing shame to my people.”

“You know where I can get myself an A.I?”

She seems confused. “Why would you need one of those?”

“I need one to make a Droid. But the one in your suit will not work. So I require another one.”

“I-I’m certain my people would know something about that. We have a lot of thing like that, robots, armour. I’m certain if you brought me back they might help you out.”

>What to do now?

>In all seriousness, cast a vote on a robot. Do you want one or not?

>Also make an opinion on what kind of droid you want, an attack droid? A scout droid?

>inventory will be updated, but do you want to timeskip forward at all?

>She can't move from her bed yet, estimated 1 week of recovery.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>296324

For droid I say yes. Attack would be best, scout is a bit redundant as we are basically the best scout available.

Ask dead weight why they were in our territory. But before that we ask her what the fuck she is. Half Beatle half person is weird.

And ask bea if she's been fucking with our mind. Meant to ask that last thread.

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>296324

Having more attack would be cool, should probably set it up to save our ass if we are incapacitated and fly/drag us back to base camp.

It may be early for this vote, but we should work on the bot till it gets to the point where we just need to plug in the ai, then leave it at the base and take the deadweight to her people and get as much out of it as possible.

we do need to ask her name at some point, deadweight is annoying to write

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>296356

I'm gonna stop rolling, i think 90% of my rolls have been under 50 ;-;

>>296357

You know what, you can just use that 100. that's fine, I'll allow it. Blackacre needs some luck occationally.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>296324

I want dogbot.

Name it something so that when it will die, everyone will have already predicted it but the waterworks will flow anyway

thinking… Milo? Carla? Buddy? Rocky? Bella? Lucy?

>>296357

Using this roll to determine quality of dogbot. Dogbot should be attack bot.

Also, timeskip forward. During timeskip help cripplebeetle adjust to her crippleness. Make plans to go back to their encampment. Bond with Bea too, she needs love.

My roll is on the success of the stuff to do during timeskip?

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>296364

Thank you, God.

>>296368

>crippbeetle

My sides. Build her a rudimentary aug. limb because trust is important and we don't need people back stabbing us.

>Bond with Bea too, she needs love.

Friend love. We aren't waifuing the loli.

Rolled 95 (1d100)

>>296324

Yes for the attack droid, any shap as long as it can easily follow us anywhere

Ans yes to time skip, use time to build the robot and bond a bit with DeadWeight and Bea.

Also do we need to check our supplies before voting for time skip ? Or since we're at the base it's assumed that Blackacre will ressuply ?

>>296443

Blackacre is more than capable of hunting for food. Critters can't exactly detect him from beyond medium range anyways. Not hard for him to get meat. His knowledge of plants and agriculture also allow him to harvest and supply himself with edible plants despite his "Okay" survival skill.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>296527

>be raider

>chilling innawoods with buds

>suddenly jake gets his throat ripped out by a dog thing

>we shoot at it

>bullets bounce off

>it continues to nom everyone who dosen't escape

>"shit man, it was some kind of devil dog! Our guns didn't do jack shit!"

Plus I want a whole pack of these fuckers later. so we can release the hounds

>>296529

>inb4 'Who let the dogs out' plays full blast

>>296364

Thank you, I immediately went to sleep after that happened last night out of depression

>>296601

>no sage

just end my life

>>296603

Back to sleep you go fag

>>296618

>wanting to take a hulking monstrosity of metal around when our whole thing is stealth

We are a stealth character, anything like that would just put us at a big disadvantage. I admit, having a warhound titan would be fucking cool; but we don't roll like that. It's counter intuitive to our whole shtick.

>>296642

It doesnt have to be warhound sized when we cant fit something that big into fort kickass anyway but if raider bands have suits and walkers and other tech shit like say thermal imaging at their disposal sticking to stealth isnt going to win a fight when something we cant just avoid pops its head up.

I do see your point though maybe we get something smaller

>>296815

we're building robot from her base, anon. we can't build it before we take her back.

whatever shape the robot will be, it still won't be built, or useful, until we get back with the AI or we just build it at the base.

and >>296642 has a major point, our entire character design is being sneaky and /stealth/. a mecha would be fucking awesome, but it's a known fact that quadrupedal beings have easier times with stealth at many sizes compared to a bipedal being. not to mention it is terribly out-of-place with our environment, it wouldn't fit the theme of our character or the story at all.

>>296324

You root through the medical case taking stock of it’s contents. Inside the sizable bag you find a single basic cybernetic. It is merely a replacement arm, a quick fix so to speak.

“Painkillers still working?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

You fiddle with the settings on the arm, measuring and comparing to her own stump. You adjust the arm to connect to the proper area where her arm was blown off.

You sigh and cock an eyebrow at her. “This may sting, but it beats having no arm.”

“Do it, I can han…”

You attach the arm in a single motion. There is a crackle and a crack as it adjusts her arm to fit in some areas, attaching to the nervous system.

“FUCK!” She shouts quite loudly, enough that Bea pokes her head into the room from the other.

After an hour, she’s moving the arm herself. It is a simple design, a three pronged hand with only basic functionality. It’s not operating any weapons any time soon.

“You want some blades on that arm or something? May as well give it something to fight with, not exactly flexible enough to use a gun eh?”

She shakes her head. “My armour will be sufficient, The attached minigun should handle any threats.” She cocks her head and leans forward, squinting her eyes narrowly. “What was your name?”

“Blackacre. Yours?”

“Seigfried.”

You shrug and go back to what you were doing.

Obviously you need to work on a simple, but useful robotic companion. Domesticating an animal is much too hard, and if it died not only would be be sad, you would have to find another one.

No, clearly a robot is required. But you need an A.I, the simpler the better. Maybe a dogbot? That could work, some extra flexibility at the legs and it could perform most functions a human could.

You look over your parts. From the walkers you have nearly everything you need, a shitton of metal plating that joins together, motors, power cells, fission ports, hydraulics, servos and basic circuitry. The only issue is that a lot of the items in question are large. In order for it all to fit the robot would be about 5’8 tall, 11 ft long. It’s parts would be much more powerful than they have to be as well, the walker hydraulics are meant to hold hundreds of pounds without effort. Generally they had about 200 pounds of spare allowance when armour is included.

>Success

>Success

>Success

The over spec'd parts would not be a problem, replacing them when they break down may be awkward though. However as a scavenger you really don’t care about “cost efficiency”.

You roll out the mechanical maintenance kit and get to work.

The easy part is creating the structure. The central hub that was used for the walker is large and the primary reason the bot has to be slightly smaller than a horse. A Human bot with the equipment you have is unreasonable, you determine. A dogbot would have good storage space and ample room to house weapons. Not only that it would be better suited to combat.

The hydraulics, wires, circuitry and various bits of interior walker structure is good for the internals. The secondary hydraulics are next, in addition to the thin jackal like head. Third is some armour plating, all firmly linked together into melding shapes to the skeleton, some bent slightly, others not. Most of the armour plating can be shaped to it’s frame.

Siegfried watches you intently whenever you work on the bot. She only seems to understand the basic ideas behind what you do.

Many “Why that?” and “How does that work?” type questions are asked, you don’t mind answering them at all. Eventually you find yourself talking about how robots work, who taught you how to use technology (father, old world manuals) and she talks about where she is from.

“Home is complicated, to say the least Blackacre. It’s a military complex built on top of a munitions and weapons factory. Those guys we were fighting attacked us unprovoked, so we’re demonstrating that it will not be tolerated. We’re also coming out of hiding, so we needed to make an entrance to avoid future conflict. At least that is what the commander said.”

“Who’s your leader?”

“We’ve come to call her the serpent god. She’s older than we have data. She controls our tactics, our network and is our leader. Thus, she is our god, in a sense. She protects us, creates our weapons and gear, and oversees our progress.”

“What are you? If you don’t, mind me asking?”

“A Vanguard Type 4 Super Soldier Unit. Otherwise known as the most cost effective model.”

“I was wondering if that was the case, your body is quite well designed. Extra organs, two ribcages, reinforced exoskeleton…”

She seemed embarrassed by that one remark.

“I’m just a basic model…”

“Regardless, you’re going to be healed soon, I’m going to check on your stitching and damage.”

>>297144

She obliges by removing the shirt you gave her. Her skin is much better now, only some resulting burns and trauma are left. A couple of days and she should be alive again. The stitching is starting to meld with her flesh, a good sign that she should be fine. You check her eye hole, airing it out, she does not like to leave it out, but you mention the risk of infection if she leaves it covered all the time. To be honest, seeing into the inside of her head is not exactly pleasant but you really don’t care either way.

And of course you check all over, under the breasts, by the naval… Though nothing seems to be wrong. Though she winces when you touch her breasts, but she never mentioned she was in any pain, and in fact denies that she is in any.

>Week passes.

You have the robot’s frame entirely constructed, the circuitry is ready to go, the power source is good for now. You will need fuel sources for it to run extended periods, but when not in use it will charge very, VERY slowly through use of an infinibattery. You have constructed a manual control as well, it will control the robot remotely. However you can’t see through it’s eyes, meaning it can only act on what you can see.

For it to be a loyal companion, you need an A.I

Siegfried can now move properly, and is in decent health. Around ¾ health for her now. Recently she has started to practice walking again, now that she is short one of her many legs she required practice. It is clear that she’s rather appreciative of your feeding her by hand and giving her water. Your cleaning and other such activities have struck a very positive chord in her.

>Siegfried is an ally.

>Siegfried would like to return to her people, but thinks she needs some help getting there. She would introduce you to her people. She thinks that you could most likely help them with a few things and you would be rewarded for your efforts.

>Siegfried will defer to your opinion for now. She feels that she owes you a debt.

>What to do?

>A mechanical eye requires very advanced shit you don't quite have on hand. Unfortunately.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>297145

Set out with seigheil I guess. Find this fortress and ask about AI shit and if we can have one for bringing back their soldier bug. Also give seigmeyer shit for actually worshiping her boss.

If she asks about bea, just tell her that she is "our unwanted magical babysitter"

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>297145

I say we lock down the compound, pack for a trip, and get Siegfried back to her people. The fact that we can get some sweet loot, including an ai, has nothing to do with it. Really.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>297145

Time for her to repay her debt. We'll take her to her 'snake god' and hopefully get two mechanical eyes and a advanced AI out of it.

Ask cockroach if she knows Brunnhilde. If she's a true German she'll respond with some nordic reference.

Also, ask 'snake god' about any jobs we could do. Our specialty is secrecy, and assassination, no guns-blazing shit. Her 'creates our weapons' is mighty interesting if you ask me. Maybe we could get a better upgrade for our legs in exchange for any job asked of us?

A good relationship with a merc group can only bring benefits, I suppose, especially if they owe you one.

>“I’m just a basic model…”

Not good. We'll need to be careful bargaining. It looks like she may be of lesser value. Snek cloaca might value her men, might not. Worthwhile to bring weapons not just for protection on the way there, but there as well.

We need a really really fucking good AI. If one of the AI's is buggy, take it. Chances are it could turn sentient and then we'll have a real badass on our side. Sentient loyal dogbots are awesome.

I say sentient as in similar to dogbot from Metal Gear Rising.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>297145

>Save someone

>Expect reward from powerful group

Doesn't that sound somewhat familiar from our recent past ?

Last time we saved the queen of the faction and still got messed up for it. This time it's just a drone.

We need a plan to keep that from happening again.

A simple one would be to not enter the fortress, Seigfried would be our contact inside, she brings us the reward, and the eventual futur contracts, this way we can get some stuff with them and minimize the risk of betrayal.

Before leaving we should get info from her :

-How do they usually treat stranger ?

-What kinf of help would they need from us ?

-If she's just a basic model will they really give us what we want as a reward ?

-How does snek god looks like, how does she behave and why are they suddenly going out of hidding ?

Finally ask Bea if she knows anything about snek god

Let's say everything goes great and we get some teched out ally, do we try to get them to kill the giant worm for Dreary&co ? just for the keks

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>297842

To look extra intimidating we should wear some kind of gas mask. Make sure the eye lenses are one way so no one can see our discomfort with having to leave our haunt.

>>297144

“Wait, soe let me get this very clear. You worship your boss?”

She attempts to shrug, then looks quite downcast. “Some do, I don’t. She’s a wise leader but not a god.”

“I’m a hermit in the middle of the greenbelt junge and I think you people are strange. Well regardless, get off your thorax, I’ll help you assemble your armour we will be heading out shortly.”

She turns to look at the vicious clawed giant dog bot you assembled. “It that coming with us?”

“Probably not, i would have to divide my attention piloting it while we travel. That’s a pain. By the way, you’re a basic model right? Are you actually worth much to them?”

She seems a little offended by that remark her one eye frowns.

“I said i’m the most cost efficient model, the most recent one. It does not mean that i’m any less capable or valuable.”

“Fair point. So, what do you guy really want from me is the question on my mind here.”

“You know this area well correct?”

“Yeah.”

“You know a great deal about local fauna and flora?”

“Yep.”

“The snake god has little recent knowledge of the environment. Your help would be well worth a trade from her.”

“Fair. Now the gold plated question. Why come out of hiding now?”

“I wish I knew… My guess is to rebuild and expand, it grew cramped in the bunker.”

You grab your gear, help her rebuild her armour on herself and get going. She does not even ask about Bea, almost as if she can’t remember her or doesn’t care. Bea follows you intently once again after you lock up the base.

Unfortunately the dogbot would slow down your travel to a huge degree, due to a manual control. Not only that you have to guide seigheil over here.

During your long time you had available, you tried to construct a mask. It failed really badly. In Fact it was so bad that you threw it out to never be seen again. Damn shame really, it was going so well until it looked terrible and was the wrong size.

You’re wearing your new armour, despite not know how good it is. Should be better than yours.

Important knowledge known by Blackacre:

Night is very dangerous. All the mantis, bears, horrific mutants and other nasties hide at night in fear of the “things” that actually come out. Night, and this is something that has only happened VERY recently, only lasts about 4 hours now. And that makes no scientific sense to you.

Hunting will allow you to gain food, but will slow you down.

Blackacre can cross his haunt VERY quickly at a moment’s notice. However Siegfried cannot.

You have a handful of bolts and mad disrespect ready to go.

“So, brynhildr, mind if i call you KrippleKäfer?”

“I… Blackacre, sir, I really don… Just… Please don’t? Second, who’s this Brynhildr?”

“Old story.”

“I want to hear it sometime.”

>You have mad bolts and disrespect prepared for the other soldiers at the base.

> Bea knows nothing about these people. Except that they seem to have 0 to little magical aptitude.

>Estimated travel time: 3 Days.

>Was this part of your plan?

>Actually, what is your plan?

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>298003

Only throw bolts at people if they give us shit. They're the ones that abandoned a comrade to die.

On our way we should scavenge. We need to get ourselves a gas mask, or at least some sunglasses, that we can wear while negotiating a reward.

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>298003

We should travel light and keep enough space to carry back whatever we scavenge.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>298011

Make sure to refer to mommy snek as such. Disrespect everyone and if someone calls us out for it and asks for an explanation tell them that this is how we cope with being around so many people. Guilt them into feeling bad for us and continue to disrespect them.

>>298003

3 earth rotations

also how is night four fucking hours?

UNLESS

A) The earth rotates faster

B) There is a giant galactic mirror that reflects light but not energy from the Sun.

C) The earth is elongated in one direction but the center of mass did not change.

Fuq it

Bully beetle and tell her story of Brunnhilde, the valkyrie who protected Sieglinde the first redneck who bedded her brother Siegmund Roman style. (Story is called Die Walkure, and the Rise of the Valkyries song comes from it.)

>>298012

this

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>298003

Get there fast, warn DeadWeight about the stuff that goes bump in the night.

When night comes get a real nice hideout and desapear until morning comes, advice DeadWeight to brace herself in her armor and to ignore the voices, noises and generally maddening stuff that might happen in that time.

Once there, get the stuff for the AI and get out. If they want us to work for them request unlimited access to their workshops and supplies of tech, if they refuse just leave.

>being a dick to everyone

Wait at least until we get the stuff we want

>guilt trip

fuck that, nobody is gonna feel sorry for a weird obnoxious hermit

>>298011

>>298012

These are both horrible ideas and will likely end in bodily harm and a lack of robot doggo, but I've already rolled my dice

>>298018

You've got the better idea but the shittier dice. Why must the dice gods treat us so?

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>298018

This somewhat. When night comes around and we hide, tell seigheil "if you start hearing voices telling you to step out of your armor, ignore them. Praying only eggs them on so don't try that."

Also I assume we've been talking in monotone this whole time?

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>298042

Also, if mommy snek wants us to call her some stupid title just flat out say no. Also give her army shit for leaving behind soldiers.

make sure we calculate routes of escape as we get to the place. Find exits out of the fortress so we aren't trapped.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>298044

gibe mommy snek a snickers

shes not her when shes hungry

>>298003

“Is it a good idea to play russian roulette with a semi-automatic pistol?”

She seems legitimately worried for you.

“Why would you consider doing that?”

“Beats walking.”

She simply remains silent. She always keeps an eye on the surroundings closely. A couple of times she loses track of you, despite the fact you’re right there.

“By the way kripplekafer, If you hear voices telling you to step into the wilderness at night. Don’t. You’ll die.”

She looks far into the distance. “Yes, on our first outing we had some… casualties due to the things at night. Needed to find shelter on most days, why do most of those things hate buildings?”

“No idea.”

“Helpful, but not your fault.”

“I aim to please!”

Halfway through the first day you feel eyes on your back. An uncomfortable feeling to say the least. “Bea, you feel that?”

The faerie shifts to the front of you, her legs wrapped around your waist as she weightlessly floats using you as a anchor.

“Nope, not at all.”

“Stop that.”

“Alright.”

Siegfried stares at you strangely, her eyebrows raised wildly as she tries to make sense of you talking to an invisible creature.

An hour later, your fears are confirmed. Something is following you. It’s not using the ground to follow though, probably the trees. It’s nearly silent as it moves, but you think you’ve caught an odd glimpse of a pair of green eyes.

Soon, it would be wise to find a camp to set up in. Your fingers are shaking and you suddenly feel out of place. Realising that this is the farthest you’ve strayed from your haunt in quite some time.

From what you can see there’s an old set of walls ahead still mostly standing, a room may still be intact. You could climb up a skyscraper tree to be safe, but siegfried may have trouble replicating that. Alternatively you could try to press on and hope for something else.

>Options options.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

>>298580

Tell Bea and Siegy Stardust that we're being hunted and need to set up our camp accordingly

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>298580

>kripplekafer

Not using KrippleKäfer

REEEEEEEEEE

>Calling her Siegfried

REEEEEEEEEEx2

Besides that set up camp by busting a wall in the skyscraper tree and wait out the night there, while we eat we could ask KrippleKäfer about her "comrades" and any dirty little secrets she would know about them we need ammo so we can roast everyone there like concentration camp and if we hear any voices at night calling out too us tell them to suck your dick

>>298583

Fuckin close dice

If the voices agree to suck our dick we should tell them we have a headache

Rolled 16 (1d100)

>>298580

I say we find seigheil and bea some shelter and hunt the hunter. It's beats playing 20 questions with the amputeetle and who knows, might find something interesting. Use the machete though. Gunshots would attract the wrong kind of attention.

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>298580

Tell the beetle that we're being followed and that she should hide in the nearby building

Then let's hide and ambush the thing that's following us with our machete. Keep Bea close she's invisible to non magical things so it should be ok, tell her to be discret just in case.

>>298580

“We’ll need to set up camp carefully. In case of uninvited guests.”

It’s quite difficult to hide the raw hostility in your voice. Though, it is disturbingly similar to how you usually sound. You wonder for a moment about how you must sound to other people.

“R-Right.”

You walk up to the nearest skyscraper tree and attempt to pull apart some of the roots to open up a hole. You try at it for 5 solid minutes, but find that it refuses to budge. It’s quite strange, you thought you were much stronger than this. It was disappointing

“Change of plans, building it is. Siegfried, we’ll set you up there, lie in wait. I’m going to find this threat and deal with it.”

“It’s getting dark, are you sure?”

“Quite.”

Beatrix quizzically stares at you, clearly wondering what you must be thinking.

The building does have one set room, with all on either side allowing it to be quite secure and hidden from many creatures of the night. Then you head into the trees, up into the canopy to lie in wait. You machete drawn, waiting to taste blood, hovers in your hand eagerly holding steady. From where you’re positioned it would be easy to drop down behind or onto someone. It would also be simple to simply droop down silently and slash at a human size critter’s neck.

The sounds of the jungle go quiet as is someone snapped their fingers. The birds retreated to their holes, insects suddenly muted. Not even the distant cries of hunting wildlife can be heard. In the distance, far beyond your reach, you can hear a man’s scream. Cut short that it was, but a scream nonetheless. Unlucky bastard probably didn't even try to hide.

“You look quite scary like that you know?”

You immediately know that voice was not Beatrix.

Where did Beatrix go?

“It was a clever idea, mostly luck caused me to see you. To find you. You’re a hard man to find.”

You try to find where the voice is coming from, up. Adjusting your gaze upward you can see two deep dark green eyes glowering down upon you. Immediately, without hesitation you lash out towards it.

Only to have some shadowy figure pull away from your swing. You heard your blade connect, but it did no damage? A small unsatisfying *dink* was all that was awarded to you.

“That’s not very nice is it?”

The voice is feminine, cold, with no inflection or feeling to it. There is a sharp edge to it’s tongue that you can’t quite place, but it irritates you slightly. The figure darts through the trees outside of your vision, clearly taking its time. Whatever it is, it seems at least partially serpentine. You can hear the subtle raking of claws against bark and plant matter.

“You never seemed like one for talking.”

You keep your machete ready. Chasing it will only put you at a disadvantage.

“It’s a little creepy how you do that, just waiting calmly. As if you don’t care anymore. Aren’t you curious as to why I was looking for you?”

You make sure your pistol is ready in case you need to quick draw. You wait in listen as the dark grows ever more present.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Something darts at you, hitting your shoulder. However, as it tried to dart away you slammed your machete down onto it. It’s like hitting porcelain, like breaking a dinner plate.

>>299244

“Oh maybe you can’t see me?”

You hear an odd clicking sound, like sparking. Whatever it is, it had a lighter.

The tiny flame illuminates the face of a woman. Her skin a deep tan, the eyes, all dark green like orbs of light. Her skin speckled with weird armoured scales, green in colour. Some are cracked and damaged as a few seem to fall off of her skin haphazardly. Her claws are long and flexible, each individual claw is about the size of your forearm+hand. Each claw has 3 joints to its bone like construction. Her sensitive areas were covered by leaves and that porcelain-like substance. Her legs were indeed serpentine, but not in the way you expected. Each leg had a semblance of a human's until halfway down the thigh where the two legs began to conjoin. Then they became one long if narrow tail that shimmered as if it were one-hindered shades of green in the lighter’s dim flame. From the look of it, the end of her tail-legs then where the feet would be split into two separate tail sections each adorned with a large jagged spike, one of which was bloodied.

She cocks her head at you, much too far for a human’s neck to withstand normally. An audible crack fills the air as you’re not sure what to do besides the voice in your head saying kill it now.

“Questions?”

“Who, or rather what are you?”

“You don…. Yo-. I can’t., that’s impossible!”

She half shouts from a whispering tone. Her hands are brought up to her head.

“You know who I am!”

“No I don’t. Stop following me or die.”

She seems visibly shaken for a moment, her eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets at one point from her odd posture.

“No it’s you, it sounds, looks like him, but is it?”

Then the thing fucking hisses at you, and slithers off quickly. It’s gone again, you can hear it rustling the trees in the distance, but following it at night would be literal suicide.

You noticed one thing odd as it was escaping though.

It had a tail protruding from it’s human tailbone, a lizard like tail. Entirely separate from it’s lamia-like leg tail, it possessed a long jagged ribbing, and had a horrifically long needle-like point.

You have never seen a creature with those kinds of mutations before. Getting that amount of unpredictable mutations to work together seamlessly should be nearly impossible. Even with decent controlled conditions it seems unlikely for those to work together. How is that creature not a faceless mass of flesh?

Regardless, you think of your next move.

>Actions?

>She’s long gone.

>Where did Bea go?

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>299245

Great. We have a yan mutant after our dick. No sleep for us for the foreseeable future. Yay

check ourselves then look for loli fairy. The blood might be ours, but it's most likely hers.

Rolled 15, 21, 68, 25 = 129 (4d100)

>>299245

Well, Fae tend to be impervious to any conventional damage, as far as my knowledge goes so if the blood is her's she probably just took cover to avoid any more annoyance. She's probably nearby since she has to keep you alive.

>Call for Bea

>If found ask her what it was

>If not found look for a min

>If still not found go back to camp

Rolled 2, 55, 79, 82 = 218 (4d100)

This thread is cursed with shitty roles I swear

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>299284

fucking shit man I hope so that'd be sick

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>299245

Gotta make sure our friendu fairy is alright first. She could be invisible and fluttering right next to us for all we know, so try whispering to her first before getting louder. If no response head to our little camp.

(Wouldn't staying out too late during the night be bad for our sanity?)

>>299438

Varies. Depends on what you see when out there.

On average, YES, VERY MUCH SO.

>>299245

You whisper. “Bea, where did you go?”

In response you hear a small whimper. You quickly move over behind a tree, to find Bea impaled onto it. A long needle like spike, discoloured in the way old iron is.

She reaches a hand out to you, pathetically.

“Help me, please.”

You look side to side for a moment, wondering if it’s a trap, a trick of the night. You determine that it probably is not. You barely care for the faerie, it would be a poor choice to use for a lure were it an illusion. You move forward, examining the lone spike impaling Bea.

“It’s barbed. I’ll have to remove it carefully.”

“It’s iron!” She half yells. “It’s stopping me from healing.” She coughs up a small amount of blood, a silvery blue fluid. She has a nasty cut along the side of her head as well, might not have been who who was injured. Did she really strike you?

“Right, you asked for it.”

You place both hands on the spike, and plant your boot on the tree. Bea takes a deep breath. You wrench the thing clear of the tree, the wood splits, the bark where your boot is cracks and Bea muffles her yell to a quiet whimper. Blood drips everywhere, you end up covered in the silver-blue liquid. It’s difficult but you have to remove organs from the bards and stuff them back inside at times. Eventually you get the barbed spike out of her.

Her wounds slowly heal before your very eyes. Like she is under the effects of several stem packs at once, it intrigues you. Is there a way to harness that for your benefit? Is there a practical way? Fae are dangerous, it might be worth it?

Regardless, she breathes heavily and leans on you to help her to the camp. For once, you give the little fairy a small amount of aid. She owes you a favor now, might be useful.

The disconcerting thing is how did that creature immediately disable Bea without your knowledge? And what was it? And most importantly, ~how was it made?~

When you return to the camp, siegfried is noticeably frightened of how you look, and she seems to notice Bea now. She takes little mind off it, but seems to understand that you helped Bea out.

Siegfried feels worried about the security of the camp. At least until you pull out your pack and pull out several bombs.

“What are those?”

“Defense measures.”

“What kind?”

“Shrapnel explosives, trips.”

You head out and set them up around the camp, you know where they are and can recover them easily in the morning.

Bea sleeps next to you, covered in her own blood. Oddly enough she seems to cuddle closely to your chest. She cries in her sleep. If you could you might feel bad for the little thing, but in reality you care little for its plight. You could have freed yourself from her watchful eye, but you have the feeling that the queen would simply send another in her place if she died. And if it was December… things would be difficult for you.

Siegfried sleeps soundly, you end up having an episode of minor insomnia, resulting in waking up later than usual.

Your dream is strange. You heard loud noises, people talking, the sounds of screaming, doors opening and leaves rustling all at once. The only words you can remember from the dream are “You’ve gone too far.”

You’re rather paranoid to start with. The feeling of being watched has disappeared but it could appear at any moment. The rest of the trip is smooth, Bea has oddly enough become a great deal more meek, less playful, but seems to tow along much more gently than before.

You can see the building in the distance. It lies in a crater of some kind. A large complex made of a black metal standing like many spires into the sky. You can see the clouds of white steam rise from it. You head down a long and wide path with Siegfried, then you see a massive gate, a bulkhead guarded by two snake-like people in exo-suits. It is impossible to make out their features, excluding the fact that they may be female. Oddly enough they sniff the air, one of their tails thumps loudly on the metal floor of the surrounding crater.

A Medium sized man, brown hair, wearing a fully black uniform with several pockets, a knife, a sufficiently sized rifle and 3 grenades walks up to you. He looks at Siegfried and raises an eyebrow but then smiles and gives her a big hug.

“Your sister was scared shitless, we already had a funeral! HowÉ Were were told you got blown up by a rocket from a walker!”

She looks over to you. Then down to her missing arm. The man looks sad for a moment. “I see, your survival was not without cost.”

“I’m not dead, that’s what counts. He wants to speak with the Snake God.”

He looks you up and down.

“Who are you if you don’t mind me asking?”

>What to do.

>What are your plans when inside the complex?

Rolled 15, 33, 63, 1 = 112 (4d100)

>>299443

Should we pull out some pullshit like "I'm the champion of the Winter Court"?

Also we should rest up and avoid people when possible.

We absolutely must learn from them all that we can, we were just taught by our father and these people are very clearly advanced.

make moves on the snake god if roll>80

Rolled 37, 16, 11, 12 = 76 (4d100)

>>299446

>critfail

sides are gone okay Ammit, no moves on Snek

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>299443

"None of your business. And I can only assume you and your people have abandoned the no man left behind policy?" Say it in our usual monotone or whatever.

Prep our bolt throwing arm, because after we get our reward and shit we disrespect the lot of them. Also make sure to give mommy snake shit for allowing her subordinates to treat her like a god. That will only end poorly upon her eventual death.

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>299450

>or whatever

That's it. I want a Tsundere Blackacre.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>299443

Let's try to be quick about it( before our tendency to insult everyone gets us kicked out)

Doesn't matter who we are, we saved the girl and are here to get what they owe us for that.

Also we might have info they whant for their expansion plan, we're ready to help for a price

if we get to discuss reward with the queen :

-We want AI stuff for robot dog as a payment of the surgery bill

-We want acces to their tech and facility to build our own stuff in exchange for help in their expansion.

Don't answer her questions if they're not related to rewards, we don't stay to chitchat we're here to help crippleBug for sweet sweet loot and once it's done we leave.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>299509

Make sure we tell mommy snek that our territory is a no-go for her expansion. She can have anything else, but our territory is ours. if she gets cocky about it just mention that guerrilla warfare is a thing. If they do try and invade, just stockpile as much water a possible and poison the river with mutation stuff.

Also find out what the hell is in that blue syringe.

>good: we inject ourself

>bad: we inject some sleeping person to see what happens

Rolled 48 (1d100)

>>299532

Forgot to add this but don't mention the ice queen. That's our ace in the hole for a worse case scenario.

>>299443

We're the guy who doesn't leave people behind when they have blinking lights on their armor that say "I'm not dead"

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>299541

forgot roll

Rolled 77 (1d100)

>>299509

I think this is our best bet. I think that if we stay here too long we'll gain too much sanity.

>>299831

It took around a month to gain 10 sanity. Gaining sanity back is HARD. At least for Blackacre.

>>299443

"None of your business. And I can only assume you and your people have abandoned the no man left behind policy? Or whatever."

He narrows his eye at you. “What occurred during the battle?”

You sigh, unamused. But regardless you level with the man.

“You people were easily dealing with the clansmen. They stood no chance, yet, you retreated. For some reason you failed to even send an extraction team.”

“They probably assumed she was dead.”

“Then they are still severely mentally impaired, in addition to dressing like Hitler youth.”

“What?”

You scoff. Then lay it out clearly. “If I were a clansmen, I could have taken her exosuit apart several different times and used your technology against you. The fact that she was alive is secondary, if still important. Your man left the tech behind, you almost gave those clansmen a free pass at better weapons to use against you.”

His eyes widen with realization. He calmly nods his head as he clearly knows when something important has been spelled out to him. He taps the side of his helmet, and says something you somehow understand. It’s clearly not lish, but you recognise these words.

“Yes, Siegfried has returned from the mission. She was recovered by an outsider who refuses to give his name. Okay, you may want to talk with him…”

You shrug. “By the way, I didn't do this for free.”

“And he expects compensation… also, group leader 7 should be heavily reprimanded. Yes, the error in judgement was quite severe, i’m sure the outside will act as a witness, telling you what he told me.”

He pauses for a moment, seemingly dazed. His voice quiets to a near whisper. “What? You’re c… Yes stupid question. I’ll send him straight away to see you.”

Siegfried is simply saying nothing, but looks at you strangely. You get the feeling she’s trying to place you somewhere, categorize you or comprehend you. She will try, and probably fail. The voices make you act too erratic to be predictable. You make no motion that would tell them you know what the man is saying.

You look up at the mutated armoured snake soldiers. “Why don’t you lick the air? Makes no bloody sense…”

They make no motion that you would recognise as understanding what you just said. They both merely watch you, you can’t make out their eyes behind the full body armour, but you feel intent gazes. The feeling of many eyes is uncomfortable. You haven’t had many opportunities to be in crowds since long before the “incident”.

Siegfried snaps out of her bout of silence, quite enthusiastically. She instinctively claps her hand and makeshift claw hand together, then her head droops ever so slightly.

“They’re not snakes, at least not very much. They were spliced from an entirely newly created genepool crafted by an old world scientist.”

“His work must have been quite impressive then. Were your mutations made by the same man?”

“As far as we’re aware, yes.”

“Interesting.”

The bulkhead hisses suddenly. Instinctively your hand reaches for your weapon. The guards at the top of the gate have their weapons tracking you quickly.

It takes you a second to realise it was merely the bulkhead. You slowly relax, taking time to adjust your posture as the two snake-like but apparently not actually snake mutants lower their weapons. The one on the left’s tail thumps loudly on the metal. That one is clearly larger than the other, by a significant margin.

The man straightens his back and sighs softly.

“You’ve been in those wilds far, far too long.”

You scoff.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

He leads you into the bulkhead. Inside it’s like a portal to another world. The building is pristine. Gleaming metal tiles, potted plants, electricity. The bright white-blue light gleams from the steel tiles that coat the walls and floors. Stepping on them feels odd, you track dirt with you as you walk, as does Siegfried. Almost immediately, 4 people dressed in blue uniforms, with surgical masks and coats jog down a hallway to the left. They take stalk of Siegfried and easily whisk her away for restorative treatment. One of them take a second to look you up and down, no more, no less. Her eyes widen, but nothing else comes of it.

It’s not long until a human-looking woman pops up, she speaks haughtily. Her words are quite tiresome. The man you were speaking with was much better from his voice, you could tell he had seen his fair share of hardship and loss, fights and battles. This lady sounded like someone on their throne. Never seen someone’s arms get blown off, or their insides become outsides. For some reason it irks you to no end. This… this is why you dislike groups like this. Somehow, an incompetent gets in charge occasionally.

“Ah, General Gher.” He stands at attention. “I was just…”

>>300232

She barely even gives him a moment, scoffing and interrupting him immediately.

“I’ll take over from here.”

“Understood.”

You raises her nose at you. “Do you not wash?”

“Sometimes, if you want a giant insect eating you alive… smelling different from the forest is a good way to do that.”

“Such disrespect.”

>Social roll: well, let me put this nicely. No

>Social roll 2: pass, due to being easier from blackacre’s past.

You cock your head at this so called “General”.

“Tell me, have you ever even left these walls, even a single time?”

She remains silent, but you can smell her sweat from here.

You don’t turn your nose up at here, but instead aim your gaze right in between her eyes. She fidgets nervously. You don’t blink even once, she turns her gaze away from you. Wisely, the door guard slipped away.

“No.” She answers flatly.

“I thought so. Was your position a gift from your father or mother?”

She scrawls down something on a piece of note paper and hands it to you. She then walks off furiously. If she could slam an automatic door, you got the feeling the bitch would‘ve. This place so far… ~is a joke.~

The note paper has direction to you’re apparent destination. You verify it’s authenticity with a guard, who immediately calls in the fact that the person who was supposed to escort you, didn't. This man’s name is Peter,you probably won’t throw bolts at him, Peter’s a non irritating person with not much in the way of brains, but enough that he knows to use basic manners. Yet somehow he seems to be smarter than that general whose name you have already forgotten.

You wonder why.

Peter takes you to a large bulkhead, that leads to a long hallway leading downward in a slope.

From the efficiency of their training range, eating area, and how you see things done from a glance, you wonder if that fool was an exception to the rule. You hope so. You hate working with large groups of people to begin with, but with an incompetent group? Not a chance.

The bulkhead to the room opens and you walk inside. The first thing you say is…

“You’re first impressions are fucking terrible Mama Snake.”

The “creature” in front of you is massive. A 7’5 (minimum) human body with a snake lower body well beyond your ease of approximation. Absolutely huge, but with seemingly pale and delicate skin. Her eyes are clearly cybernetic, solid blue glassy bulbs. She has had much in the way of cybernetic augmentation. All along her back are several thick cords that attach to several circuits in the wall, ancient pre war tech that’s hard to find. Adapters like that could allow you access to military documentation in a complex… useful if you can build.

She wears an exosuit, however is lies only half on. From what you can see it would fold entirely closed at a single gesture. Clearly it was designed for comfort in mind.

Mama Snake raises a single hand to her mouth and chuckles.

“Technically accurate name.”

Her voice does not come from her mouth, but from a series of audio emitters.

The several beetle guards around her stiffen and watch you intently.

“Anyway, let’s get this over with. I want an A.I for a robot. A weird one will do, just needs K-9 chassis operation functions. In addition, A little bird told me you were planning to expand.”

She merely watches intently, her eyes slightly too big. It was like being photographed.

“I’m willing to… part with some useful information. For a price.”

“What would that be?”

“Access to your labs and tech.”

She grins, leaning forward into her crossed arms.

“If you have good information about this new environment, That can be arranged.”

If you can get access to the labs, identifying the blue stuff should be simple. And you don’t have to tell anyone you have it.

You raise a finger. Your metal toes clack on the floor rhythmically.

“However.”

She raises an eyebrow, upsetting her bangs over her left eye.

“I have some territory that will remain mine.”

“I would be more than willing to accommodate you in this. How much territory are we talking?”

“1 Square mile. 3 days south from here.”

“Agreed. However, for now I am busy debriefing our people from a scouting party. I will arrange for tomorrow. Do you require a quarters prepared? Would you like a bath or perhaps food?”

>What to do?

Rolled 32, 97 = 129 (2d100)

>>300233

Library, alone if possible. Info is nice.

I still want to hit on snek

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>300233

>>300237

oh and also we should see how siegfried is doing since she is the only person we are even remotely comfortable around.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>300233

Tell mommy snake we'll be around. In the meantime, play hide and seek with our probable tails while we wait.

>>300238

>Implying we're comfortable around anyone

Still, give cripbeetle space for her and friends to reconnect after her empty casket funeral.

>>300237

I'm not into giantess stuff, but do you man.

Rolled 55 (1d100)

>>300233

>Staying until tomorrow

Huugh… Let's really hope they won't try to screw us, they seem somewhat profressional so far and we're not asking for much so it might be ok.

But still, we have our food, we don't need a bath thank you very much, quarters would be ok I guess

>>300237 has a good idea, spending time in their Library and/or having permission to explore at least part of the place would be good

Mama snek is ok but plz no hitting on giant-cyber-granny-snek

Also there seem to be some competent people here and Mama snek is pretty reasonnable so far, much more tolerable than the Queen for example, so we can spare some people from the disrespect.

Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>300233

WE GOTTA HIT ON THE GREAT BIG SNEK

Rolled 84, 47 = 131 (2d100)

>>300238

I'd like to see Siegfried since we might get a good glimpse at the restoration tech this place has to offer.

>>300237

I think the library would be a good place to set up camp as well. We may be able to come up with some information about the mutated-to-hell-and-back monster and maybe even the old world scientist.

I'm obviously not hoping to score a double win, but it's possible! (rolling one die for each option)

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>300389

This, and when they chase or shoot at us we play extreme hide and go seek.

>>300233

“Mind if I ask something?”

The Snake God merely stares quizzically.

“Who was able to create a fantastical creature such as yourself?”

She looks down upon you with a sad smile, her eyes glaze over as the floor seems like an interesting subject to examine.

“Someone who was very important to me.”

“I see. Anyway, I’m going to bother around here for a time, you have a library? Also, where’s siegfried being taken care of?”

She rests one elbow in the palm of her other arm, loosely gesturing with her hand as she speaks.

“Curious of her condition? She’s currently undergoing regenerative therapy. You would find her in section 1. Visiting hours should be soon.”

She seems eager to hear about what you know, to seek the information she wants, but it seems she can’t today.

“Regardless, Mr… I never got your name.”

“I don’t really go by one these days.”

“Fair. The library can be found in section 3, there are maps placed around the complex that will help you on your way. I will see you tomorrow Mr. There will be a room assigned to you in quarter AAA, number 1. I would appreciate it if you would allow us to provide accommodations for a guest.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“That is all I ask.”

You walk out of the room and suddenly feel much more relaxed without the several pairs of eyes watching you. Christ talking to people is stressful, taxing even. Why bother… you suppose that you get some good tech out of this though, might be worth hanging around for a couple days at most.

Before long you find section 1, and the medical quarter inside. The people inside quickly point you to the proper room, when you enter you find Siegfried floating in a massive tank. She’s quite unconscious, her arm has half regenerated. You try to get her attention by yelling her name once, but beyond the attention of a nurse who now has a bolt stuck in her cleavage, you get nothing.

No-one seems to be here with her. Just you.

For some reason it makes you feel a tiny bit sad, so you leave.

The library is a series of files on a mega computer attached to sever desk monitors. It is an information repository. For some reason, no-one appears to be around, not even the person who was following you that you shook. So, like any sane person, you walk around trying to find things.

You eventually come across a boarded up old sliding door. It is metal,sure, but would not be that hard to open.

You wonder what you should do. It’s probably getting late soon.

>Do you want to look anything up? If so, what?

>someone already wants to look up that mutant thing that found you at night, if possible. Also wants to look up that old world scientist you heard about.

>Do you examine or do anything with the door?

Rolled 5, 72, 33, 9 = 119 (4d100)

>>300635

I wanna play basebuilder when we get back, so anything that could help us create a fortified position would be cool

>someone already wants to look up that mutant thing that found you at night, if possible. Also wants to look up that old world scientist you heard about.

this plus see if we can find anything about our dad what happened to him is he missing?dead of natural causes?murdered?

>door

fuck the signs we explorers noaw.

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>300639

Please let him find a recording of this meme shit and just start spewing it to every female he sees like he just learned the secrets to every female species

Rolled 21 (1d100)

>>300648

Holy shit, please let this boarded up room be a meme vault or something. It's boarded up to prevent the condensed autism from spreading.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

This

>>300638

Plus search about momy snek, the Queen and the lab we found her in, and search about ourselve for shit and giggles.

But let's try not to steal stuff since they're going to give them to us at some point. Once we get access to lab and tech we'll have plenty of opportunity to make/get stuff

Rolled 95, 14 = 109 (2d100)

>>300635

Look up the brief history of the base if possible.

<boarded up door

Check Library for info prior to breaking in. If no info, force our way in.

Anyone else think about the FEV Labs in Fallout 4? I guess they could be the old world scientist's room, and Mommy Snek just wants to keep them as they were when they had a relationship. I assume Bea is invisible or something? We don't want to show our possible trump card.

You sit down at one of the desk computers. For a brief moment you wonder if they would have some information on him. However something is strange. You only ever knew him as “Father”. He only really ever called you “Sonny”. Doe Blackacre was a name you took from an old textbook labeled “real estate”.

Your father if dead from what you remember. Killed by a small village of people he had good relations with, over a false accusation from some higher up in that village. Strung up in the center of their makeshift village, ignoring all the good he did for them. It was then you realised that the only thing you can trust is yourself. And when you learned of the little voice that hides in everyone. Looking back, it’s words were helpful during that time.

Typing things in, you find nothing despite looking for “Father”. All you find are some definitions that seem to fit his role in your life, but that was it.

There are a number of useful things to note in this database. Notes about base building are there as well. Notations about structural supports, simple fortifications and hidden defenses that would do for an extended perimeter base. You stop to wonder how those venus flytraps are doing. Hopefully the mutant’s moss didn't kill them.

Searching about mama snake give you nothing. A mostly redacted file appears, with only a few choice things left uncensored.

“Creation of Redacted. Official name Leilei, due to process of elimination has now been given the position of absolute seniority. LeiLei is now the general.”

Searching up the Fae gives you an “Access restricted” sign on the computer.

Searching up that lab does more of the same.

The area around your base is not mapped on the system, and is horribly outdated. Though it does list that factory you saw earlier, as well as that castle. That castle was apparently a headquarters for a religion of some kind. A cult probably.

You turn around and look at the door, curious as to what it will hold.

The library is empty of any who would dare to watch. No cameras, the tail has lost track long ago… Just you and the door.

You pull aside a couple boards and pull the sliding door open. It creaks from disuse. You turn on your flashlight and gaze into the dark hallway. This hallway seems to be made of stone rather than metal, all natural. It angles downward slightly, and ends in a door. The damn hallway is very large, 4 meters to a side is seems.

Checking for traps you find none. Despite your best effort.

You examine the wooden door, it’s old and just holding together. It moves hardly when you pull, it’s been like this a long time. The smell of dead air fills your lungs, dust long since disturbed by you wrinkles in the air.

It’s some sort of office, designed for a human you would guess. Mostly well made metal furniture, the seat cushion has rotted. Old remains of fabric and a zipper remain, as if it were once a sleeping bag. It was quite large.

The desk has a computer, desktop, seems advanced but as advanced as the ones outside. It’s little green light indicates it’s in sleep mode. There’s a photo frame resting where one would see it every other minute on the table. Picking it up, it’s a very crude drawing, probably made from crayon. The paper is preserved in the airtight case. The colours are simple and bright, a picture of a tallish man in a room, holding the hand of a girl with a snake’s lower body. The text above the two and the picture of the office is a simple “For Daddy”.

For some reason it brings a tear to your eye. It seems familiar, but it must have been something you've forgotten. You think, maybe reminiscing about your father has made you sensitive.

>What do you do?

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>300987

I guess we should take a look at that computer, but before that make sure we close the sliding door.

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>300987

Leave. Don't fuck with anything. If what we know about mommy snek is true, she probably knows we're here. It's obvious she had this boarded up because it had sentimental value to her and we basically just did the equivalent of running through someone's personal computer files.

If mommy snake asks why are a hermit tell her the exact reason why. Sympathy points are really good and telling people our father was crucified in front of out 10(?) year old eyes will rack up major brownie points.

>>300994

Do this

Not rolling because I don't want to risk a 1 over a perfectly good 90

>>300994

This.

Rolled 10, 82 = 92 (2d100)

>>300994

Do this

>Other things to do

We should definetly ask mama snake if she knew dad and or if she knows what the thing that attacked us was. Two dice for these two suggestions only, not gonna risk shit role on >>300994

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>301033

Mommy snek is probably jaded yes, but if we bring up similarities between us (we both being in the dead dads club) then that might cause her to second guess any harsh decision against us.

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>300994

I agree. We might have touched a nerve here, and we don't need to smash it with a hammer.

If or when asked where we went, I say we don't even attempt to lie. If not asked about it, bring it up anyways. (Rolling for this)

On top of that, reminiscing made us a bit sensitive, which I'd imagine is an emotion that we haven't felt in a long time. Do we know how to cope with sensitivity, or are we going to freak out? A minor freak out where we antagonize people so that we don't get too close seems like it'd probably be a normal response in this case. (Throwing bolts at incompetent soldiers would be fun too)

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>301116

If she asks us why we decided to go into a boarded up room, tell her "from my life experiences, people hide things they think are valuable. Your valuable items are worthless to me."

I think that phrase captures the essence of blackacre

>>301043

>>301150

Same person, same dice roll. I am amused.

Getting back on track, that definitely sounds like Blackacre to me.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>300987

Open up computer and browse for shit.

Act more respectful infront of snek cloaca in hopes of getting snek butt?

>>301116

this might be a good idea if we're caught

>>300987

You consider sitting down at the desk, turning it on and browsing for the secrets that lie within. Maps? Old tests? Codes or chemical compositions? Weapons blueprints? The possibilities are endless and infinite.

But… For some reason you don’t have that urge right now.

It’s quite strange. Moments ago you wanted to break in here and find anything you could use. But ever since you saw that little picture the motivation is gone. You feel oddly empty from seeing it, a tinge of loss and perhaps sadness? It’s quite confusing, and you’re not quite sure what to do anymore.

With that in mind, you opt to leave the little office. You close the sliding door behind you, and re position the boards as if it were never out of place. Then you just sit down for a time, thinking. How long have you been in the forest at this point? Alone? You never really bothered with such pointless questions for so long. Honestly you figured you would’ve just gotten killed by some mutant or perhaps just gotten too old to sustain yourself.

“Just how long has it been?”

You don’t quite know how old you are. Nor what year it was that the village unfairly executed father. That was when you left, some long time after that you went back to that village for a visit… but you don’t have a timeframe.

You don’t have a name of your own, not one given to you by father at any rate. So it begs a question on the edge of your mind.

Who am I really?

The voice in your head answers the stupid question quite promptly.

“You’re just a monster that hides in the woods, scared of being hurt by a human.”

“Shut up.”

“Very well.”

You feel a little drained. You’re out of your element here. You feel… disconnected from the forest somehow. You were unaware that there even WAS a connection for so long, not until it disappeared when you were forced from your old haunt.

You think you’ll go to sleep.

With that, you stand up and make your way to a map in a hallway. Using it you locate your room. Quarter AAA room 1, it seems to be a large room. It will do.

It takes you 10 minutes to find the bloody place. Your tail has found you again and this time is much more persistent. You don’t really care at this point, you could lose them at anytime should you so desire.

In front of your door are two of those “Not actually a snake” Snake soldiers. They rest at attention on either side of the door. When you come into view they sniff the air, simultaneously their tails thump against the floor a single time. The one on the right enters a code into the keypad and the door opens. You walks past the two of them, unsure of how to best deal with such a creature if it attacked.

You have dealt with creatures similar to this before. The voice in your head seems quite knowledgeable on how to kill things in an efficient manner. It has been oddly quiet since you came here however.

“Quiet but not gone.”

“I liked it better when you shut up.”

“I speak when I feel the need, you know that. I leave you to infer.”

Inside the room is not quite what you expected. It’s a sizable room, the beds are made, the floor is clean, there is a bathroom and working… everything?

Odd. There are three more of the snake-like soldiers in this room. Two on the other side of the door and one extra-ordinarily large one to the far right of the room. The perform that strange sniff and then tail thump, you wonder why.

The large one gestures it’s armoured fingers towards the bathroom, and then to the bed.

>What to do?

>The next morning, you desire to speak with the snake mama, you have questions for her. And answers to her questions as well you suppose.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>301500

I wanna befriend snake momma so lets dismantle shit in the room and make her a cool gadget from all the shit we broke. No social skills=act like you're 8, but with 30+ years of knowledge. Then present it to her when we see her in the morn.

Rolled 46 (1d100)

>>301500

Go into the bathroom and sleep in the tub. It's obviously a trap, so don't play into it.

Tomorrow if we're not a prisoner we get our shit, tell mommy snake about the area around our haunt, warn her one last time that our territory is off limits, and promptly leave. Fuck people, the forest dosen't judge us.

as we leave, throw bolts at people. Maybe that'll make us feel better.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>301500

I have a distinct feeling that Blackacre is not a people person. The sooner we get that dog AI and get the fuck out the better.

Also, having any sort of guard in a guest's quarters is strange. Investigate? This >>301506 ?

>>301504

This. My roll can go to this I guess.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>301500

Ask those in the room about sniffing the air and the tail thump or whatever. If they get offended, throw bolts at them and tell them to quit overreacting, we're just curious as fuck. (rolling for this)

>>301506

I'm also thinking this is a trap, but sleeping in the tub probably isn't a good idea.

If we sleep in the tub, someone might douse us with water or attempt to wash us. I think our scent helps us hide in our haunt, and we like being undetectable in our haunt.

[spoiler]I hope I interpreted correctly what was said earlier in >>300233

>She raises her nose at you. “Do you not wash?”

>“Sometimes, if you want a giant insect eating you alive… smelling different from the forest is a good way to do that.”[/spoiler]

>>301514

Inside of your haunt, scent does not really matter. Wickerman erases that as it is a method to track you.

Though, blackacre knows that he could wash, then simply coat himself in muck and dirt from the forest when he leaves.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>301541

>regaining our sanity

No. We are fine with our current sanity levels. It's got us out of situations before, and sanity of for the weak.

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>301572

But we're just one away from the perfect insanity level of 42!

That aside, I think as long as our sanity levels stay from 40-50 for now, we're golden.

I'm still curious as to where Bea is. She's around somewhere right?

Also, can we ask the snek soldaten about Siegfried? - what they think of her, why no one was there in the med room, etc. Not really expecting a whole lot here since our social skill is crappier than a pile of dog shit

>>301500

“Why do you masked motherfuckers thump your tail whenever you see me?”

The large one merely cocks its head at you. It’s beady gaze focused intently on you. It points at you as an answer.

It’s hard to tell what the gaze means, aggression? Fear? Confusion? You’re not quite sure what it intends to do. It’s armoured hands slowly reach up to a few slides on its helmet, then taps some places on it’s chest piece. There is an audible hiss from the creature’s armour, clearly it is a sealed environment made for extreme conditions. The sides of the helmet fall off and clack on the ground, rolling in place along their rounded edges.

The creature has long hair, tied around it’s head carefully held with hair bands and small pins. It’s hair is a startling white, whiter than a piece of paper. The creature smiles, showing severely pointed front teeth and then human-like molars in the back. It’s eyes are white, with only the smallest dots as pupils, smaller than a pin. It’s features are… quite simply beautiful to say the least. Her cheekbones are middling but pronounced, her nose is small and she seems oddly happy? A thick circlet made of a green stone-like substance protrudes from its forehead like horns.

She does not speak a single word, but merely gestures again to the bathroom and then to the bed.

“What are you all going to join me?”

The white haired one counts on it’s fingers. Then raises one index finger, after that points to the bathroom. She then proceeds to make her way to the bathroom as you do.

One of the snake soldiers, attempts to move to the bathroom as well. The larger, helmetless snake soldier immediately rushes up to it then stares it straight in it’s eyes. A shiver runs up your spine, you would barely have any time to react to that. The smaller snake visibly shivers, then slowly makes it’s way out of the room along with the other smaller snake.

Wait a moment, it’s not seriously…

The two snake soldiers leave the room and the door slams shut, the large one begins to access a panel in the armour’s neckplate. Several combinations are entered into the pad with an astonishing quickness. The entire suit hisses loudly, something not dissimilar to steam escapes from it. It’s bits fall onto the ground, the tail section opens up like a folding shell of thick armour.

“I was being rhetorical, catch.”

You thumb a bolt at the creature and it catches the bolt easily.

In your defense, it did really look like a snake from the armour.

It’s really not a snake. No in fact you feel it is probably several thousand times more dangerous than a common snake mutation. You’re not quite sure what kind of mad genius figured out how to splice them this way, but splice they did.

Armoured scales cover its body, with the smallest scales being on the arms and small areas near the waist and a single ring of small scales around its “belly button”. The scales appear to be thick, they move and grind against one another as the creature moves. Oddly, the scales re-thicken and expand outward from the chest where breasts might be. However you fail to find any such pleasurable appendages, maybe hidden under scales?

The end of it’s tail has a large crescent spike, it seems to not necessarily be designed to “cut” a target but rather to “Cleave through sheer force”. Oddly, the spike does not seem to be made of bone or anything to that effect… from its look you would assume it to be made of a White-green speckled stone? But that would mean that the creature’s tail is swinging around a 40lb+ pound sharpened blade of stone. Now that you look at it, the scales are similar but less white, more green.

When you look closely, you can see some scales slowly grow out to cover metal implants on the creature’s hide, probably ports for the attached suit. It seems to be adjusting its scale size to cover them.

The mutant has a circlet of stone horns, and then long spikes that ride down its back. It could gore someone with those should it choose to do so.

Holy shit this thing is a killing machine.

The question on your mind is how all of those mutations worked together so smoothly? Every file you’ve ever found about mutants and “Super soldiers” suggested they originated form humans, and were then mutated. This creature is far too specific, far too optimized… something's not quite right about it at all. A human2 would have difficulty being changed like that.

The creature cocks its head at the item in its hands, then drops it on the ground. You throw several more until you realize that the creature assumes you’re playing a game. You sigh, realising that throwing bolts does not solve all problems. You toss your bag on the far wall of the washroom and start to disrobe. The tub is stainless steel, solid, large.

You move to ti as the snake creature merely watches you from the doorway. It makes strange rumbling sounds, deep throated and seemingly distant. Not a growl, but not quite anything you would expect from that pretty face.

The shower turns on easily and you get to work.

By god you were dirty beyond any reasoning. The filth was thick enough that it slides off, muddying the water faster than the drain can take the muck away. Apparently your skin is pale, you suppose that the forest has quite the expansive canopy, sun is not a thing that you stand in without mud on your skin, as you enjoy not burning in its powerful gaze.

There was three ticks, two tunnelers, a hair grover and a nailbiter.

The nailbiter was the hardest to remove. You're fairly certain you traumatized your nail to get the fucker when using your tools. It bleed and hurts a lot but you prefer not having a little annoyance under your nail.

The deep rumbling from the creature at the door intensifies. As it wanders into the room.

Its eyes are weird, not because of their strange physicality but because the eyelids seem to be always open in their entirety. The creature stares at you eternally, and then makes the strangest sound you‘ve ever heard.

It's like a human girl tried to say “Awoo” while vibrating their tongue rapidly.

“I said I was being rhetorical, plus, your armour is probably way too heavy for this thing, you’ll break the tub.”

You wonder if it knows what rhetorical means. Apparently not as it shakes its waist wildly, is if it were trying to dance.

Then you hear the sound of stones smashing on metal as many of the scales fall from its bulk onto the floor. It's an avalanche of stone but none of the scales break on impact with the floor.

Apparently under all the stone was pale white skin. She’s nearly albino, now that you can see the whole body.

Under the scales she’s still quite large, with her snake body standing at attention she’s slightly larger than you. But she’s not actually Thicker than you in terms of muscle size, despite the fact that she must be freakishly strong. You would compare her to a healthily plump young woman who would bear good children. Doubly so if you look at her significant bust size.

Her skin is nearly exactly the same as a human woman’s, the tail is still scaled but not with rock, only thick reptilian scales that are probably smooth to the touch. Her skin seems to have small ripples, nearly invisible to the human eye unless close.

>>301953

She makes her way towards the tub, then stands uncomfortably close to you under the large shower of water. This causes her long hair to unravel. She goes with it and removes her bands and hairpins, placing them in a neat pile on the floor.

“In all seriousness, do you even talk?”

It shakes its head. Then it repeats its “awoo”-like sound

“Right, you know anything about siegfried?”

The creature seems quite confused about that question. You assume no.

>What to do?

>Blackacre wants to create something for snake mama tomorrow. He is too mentally tired tonight.

>Blackacre has questions for snake mama.

>Let me know if I missed something.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>301954

Alright, snakedog seems to have the intelligence of a child if not the body of one. This brings up not only the moral risk of sex with someone who doesn't know what sex is, and the social risk because Mama Snek will find out and may not take kindly to us fucking one of her daughters that we just met today, but also the physical risk of her losing control mid-coitus and crushing us to death in the throes of orgasm.

I'm gonna say do not fug, or at least don't initiate. If she won't leave we can wash her hair or something, but don't do anything sexual.

>>301954

Were sleeping in the bathroom. We've hit a consensus on that.

Tell the snek dog thing this if it gets any closer we're taking it's hand off, growl for good measure . if it actually does get too close we should lash out at it. Worse case scenario we explain that people invading our space is a fast way to lose a limb..

We should try and get the retard three to fuck off. I'm fairly sure blackacre has trouble sleeping around people, more so if they're trying to watching him.

Rolled 62 (1d100)

>>301981

Forgot the roll

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>301954

Child like killing machine wants to get in the shower with us. The only possible soulution is to tell it no, and if it doesn't understand we just have to wash its back like its 5.

do not fug the child-minded killing machine please /monster/

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>301954

>>301960

It's possible that she's way smarter than a dog, but she just doesn't communicate via speaking or is incapable of speech. I'd imagine that all those gene mods and such aren't exactly perfect, so I'd expect some things to go awry. i.e. Underdeveloped vocal cords, and possible albinism.

That being said, I don't think sarcasm and rhetorical statements are commonplace here, and she just doesn't know what they are. Not rolling for any moves to be made on the Awoo snek though.

Still, an attractive snake woman is in the shower with Blackacre. Freakout necessary. (rolling for this)

And if the freakout doesn't work this >>301986

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>301954

The shower event seems to be covered, but one question remain :

Where is Bea ?

If she can't get inside technologicaly advanced placed or if she died it's going to be trouble

>>302150

WE DEFINITELY DON'T NEED DECEMBER CHASING AFTER US.

I'm still hoping that we can keep the knowledge of the winter queen to ourselves, just in case the shit hits the fan. Sort of a hope for the best, plan for the worst thing.

>>301954

A small though goes on in the back of your head as the odd critter stares at you, doing nothing but creating strange noises under its breath.

Where is Bea?

You look around, and see her sitting in the corner of the bedroom. She’s curled into a little ball, sleeping underneath a small towel. You get the feeling she wanted to be left alone for the time being.

You raise your hands up. “You can just go first then.”

You move to step out of the tub, the creature attempts to slither behind you. You quickly turn around and raise your hands, you might not be able to grapple it, but its eyes should still be venerable. The creature notices your hostile motion, and simply backs away.

“Awoo~”

“Don’t try to touch me again.”

The critter’s looks become downcast as it watches you move to the other side of the room and lean against the far wall. The metal is cold, but you don’t care really. You curl into a large ball in a corner as the creature washes itself. It tries not to look at you, but sometimes it mournfully gazes for barely a second towards you.

Well, those other two have left already, so now it's just you, the big one and Bea in this room. You don’t like having people nearby when you sleep.

“Why, they might cut your throat when you sleep?”

“Probably.”

“An understandable fear.”

“The most reasonable thing you’ve ever said.”

“Maybe so.”

The creature finishes cleaning itself and it leaves the shower. It stares at you constantly, unblinking, as it move to the bathroom door.

It “awoos” sadly but lies down just in front of the bathroom door. Then it rolls over onto its back, showing its belly to the ceiling.

You finish cleaning yourself.

“You take the bed or something, I don’t know. I’m just.. Going to sleep in here.”

“Awoo~?”

“I’m used to sleeping on the ground, the bed feels off to me.”

The creature rubs its back on the floor, showing off its belly and sizable mammaries as it rolls around. It then cocks its head at you as it slowly makes its way back into the bathroom with a small smile.

“No you can’t sleep in here with me.”

It stops dead, rolls back over onto its belly and cocks its head at you once again.

“Awoo~”

The sound it pathetic and mournful.

“No, i’m not interested. Go sleep with your friends or something. Why are you even here near me anyways?”

All the creature does is point at you.

“That’s not helpful.”

And then it points all four fingers at you. As if to emphasize the “point”.

“What do you mean me? That still does not answer why you’re interested in me.”

“Awoo~”

“I’m talking to a brick wall.”

The creature nods.

It does not look like the creature is willing to leave. But it will leave you alone for the time being.

You fall into a slumber, but wake up sometime during the night.

During that time you fiddle with some items you can find from around. The creature watches you place certain things together and take certain things apart. Almost as if it know what you’re doing. Several times it Awoos.

You end up making a small scale water filter. Designed to separate filth in water from the good stuff, the nozzle should attach to the opening of a canteen. The water would flow through the filter and then the device would expel the grime through use of a Muscle-powered crank. However the filtration requires the use of batteries.

You pass out after the device is finished, waking up several times throughout the night. In the morning you feel awful, and honestly kinda want to go back to sleep, maybe just to get some more rest. You have a headache.

Bea the fairy is washing herself in the shower using a bucket of water. She seems uncharacteristically somber today. Outside of the bathroom, the critter is rolling around on its back again, belly up, looking at you with wide eyes.

It seems oddly domestic for a “super soldier”.

Oddly enough, the stone scales that were on the floor last night are now missing.

>What would you like to do today? Or rather, what would you like to do today first?

>Anon will be talking to snake God at some point.

>?

>Anon is suffering from minor social penalties due to lack of proper rest.

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>302548

Ask bea why she's sad

>social penalty for lack of sleep

We can get worse?

Go ask the nearest speech capable person why the snekdoggo won't leave us alone. After that ask mommy snek the same thing. Get our shit, say bye to not-cripplebeetle if we can, and get the fuck out. As we go throw bolts at people to improve morale.

Keep the water filter by the way. Fuck giving it to mommy snek, she'd probabbly throw it way.

Rolled 82 (1d100)

>>302577

I also need to know this.

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>302548

Now I feel bad for Snakedog. We should give her belly rubs and headpats

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>302548

get some coffee or the local equivalent to get a bit more awake and go see mama snek. We need to finnish our business here and leave as soon as possible.

>>302548

>>302676

I also feel bad for snek-dog. Grudgingly give her a belly rub.

Rolled 12 (1d100)

>>302676

>>302804

Don't encourage it.

You don't give a bad dog treats for doing bad things. That promotes negative behavior.

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>302548

>>302577

I agree, we gotta figure out why our resident Fae is sad.

I also think we should complain to mommy snek about being watched while sleeping. especially when we hand over the water filter.

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>302548

>Worrying about Bea

Fuck that bitch not in the literal sense she is nothing but a nuisance and the sooner she dies the sooner we can off the next member of the Court of the Frozen Cunts that gets sent to watch us.

>minor social penalties

How much worse can we get? Besides snek God is a just a snek woman with weaknesses we can exploit, think about it the fact that she hasn't gotten rid of the pictures she had drawn from when she was a child, so that implies that she has the human snek? weakness of caring so it anything goes tits up just take the weakest person in the room and hold them hostage. Snek God with of course try to play it off as if she just holds the life of the hostage as more important than your death, but deep down she is dreading what you could do to her precious daughter or son

I still vote we find KrippleKäfer, I hate these social penalties from being a crazy forest hermit and would like to try and at least lessen the impact of our autism

>>303093

We really don't need any complicated plan or hostage shit, we're not asking for much and are eager to leave.

The AI is probably not worth much and we can't get acces to their workshop/lab by taking hostages. If she doesn't want to give it to us we just leave and go back to our haunt to build ourselves a robot friend.

It's simple, it should be easy, no need for drama.

Also Bea is pretty much silent and invisible all the time there's no reason for us to want her dead.

Rolled 99, 7 = 106 (2d100)

>>302548

I think Blackacre should give a half-assed apology or whatever to snekdoggu for misleading her on our way out as well.

When we're alone with Bea, could we check to make sure that she's 100% healed from the iron spike?

>>302548

Maybe it's kinda cute. Just a little bit, mostly due to how it acts so strangely affectionate. You kneel down and place your hand on its head, the hair is quite soft and loose. She has recently cleaned after all.

You sigh and wonder what exactly you’re doing as you ruffle her hair.

“Awoo~”

She seems to like it, her eyes remain focused on you. Her body seems to vibrate as you stroke her head. She rears back, exposing her belly. Of course you lightly rub along her belly. The skin is malleable, when you press on it it returns to its original shape quite quickly. It seems quite soft, almost as if it's designed to disperse force.

The creature’s tail thumps loudly on the floor. It curls its arms back into its body. Presenting you her belly even more as you absent-mindedly rub.

Maybe just a little cute.

The creature open its arms wide, as if asking for a hug.

“I’m not a hugger. This is all you’ll get.”

“Awoo~…”

She keeps her arms open, giving you puppy dog eyes to an extreme you never thought possible.

“No.”

You get the feeling that if the creature could say “please?” It would without a doubt. If you give it any more it might take a mile.

“I’ll stop patting your head if you continue.”

The creature immediately withdraws its hands, suddenly quite content to just be snuggled with head pats.

“I need to talk to your snake god today, then I’m probably going to go home.”

“Awoo~…”

The critter seems a little disheartened at that.

After a… significant amount of begrudging head pats, you move over to the washroom to see if Bea is alright. She’s standing under the shower allowing warm water to rinse her off.

“Are you alright?”

“I could not do anything against that creature.”

“What?”

“I could not see, not detect it coming for me. I didn't even know it was there.”

“It happens.”

“It hurt me…”

You think she might cry, maybe.

“I don’t wanna die again. I’m scared.”

The little fairy, about half your height, wobbles out of the shower soaking wet towards you.

“I don’t wanna die.”

“Hey, no h…”

Bea’s feet slaps against the tiling as she moves closer and closer. You back up a step when she takes flight, soaking wet. She flies to her usual height and latches onto your back.

“You’re soaking wet Bea.”

“You’re not wearing a shirt…” Her slight grip around your chest tightens. “…so it's fine.”

She’s shaking a on your back. You’re not the most socially gifted person, but she seems to be purposefully hiding her face from you.

“I wanted to check the wound again, make sure it's properly healed.”

“The barbs are gone. I pushed them out the night I was…”

“Okay.”

She just hovers around latched to your back for a time while you turn the shower off. For a moment you pause.

“Are you okay?”

She mumbles “I think so.”

>>303318

You put your gear on and have everything ready, including that little gift you made. It's a simple construction, but you did a small number on most of the bathroom, excluding the shower as it was far too… durable.

When you come out of the bathroom, snake doggo has her armour on.

She has a small speaker somewhere on it, apparently.

“Awoo~”

“Ho boy. You don’t plan on following me do you?”

“Awoo.”

Its tail thumps the ground once.

You leave the room, on a quest to find something that would wake you up. Also to find a living person.

The first person you meet seems tired, almost as equally as you.

“Uh, hi.”

You wave once.

“Hmm? Yeah, what is it?”

“Do you know why she’s following me around?”

You gesture with your thumb to the doggo.”

The person takes out a small metal flask, then sips not once, but twice.

“That my friend, is a cuddlebug. Specifically that’s a Wyrm type cuddlebug. You’re that mysterious guy, aren't cha. Well, she was probably ordered to keep a close eye on you.”

“Fantastic, also where can I get something to wake me up?”

“Dispenser down the left hall ahead, hit the button that says caffeinated beverage.”

“Thanks.”

You promptly leave as the lazy looking person shrugs, places their flask back into their white coat, then continues on their way.

That felt really awkward, you’re not sure why. You got little shivers down your back when you were speaking with them. Ah, you’re really out of your element here. A prominent thought on your mind is “I want to go home, I want to go home.” Its getting worse by the hour.

You are given a small can by the wall dispenser. It tastes like… Something sweet? You think it may be chocolate, you had some before, but you need cocao and making the chocolate is a pain in the ass as you also need sugarcane and have to cook sugar from them.

Taste is quite… artificial? It's okay you guess.

Down to the snake god you go.

The long hallway opens up before you, leading to her chamber. In your hands you hold the water purifier.

When you enter the room, you swear that the snake god is having an aneurysm. She freezes when she looks at you, her face goes pale.

“Impossible…”

“What?”

“I-… Nothing. Sorry, you just look like someone I once knew, to a disturbing degree.”

“I made you this.”

She leans downward, extending her humanoid body down from her raised platform-like bed.

“What is it?”

“A handheld water purification device, it operates using simple batteries and can easily filter whole canteen in less than a minute.”

You place it in her hands and she looks it over.

“This would be needed in the environment outside yes?”

“Probably, unless you want to be very picky about where you get water from.”

“I shall take note of this, thank you, how was the workshop?”

“I have yet to go there.”

“What? Then how did you make this?”

“Some things from the room.”

“So you tore apart the room to make this.”

Actually, now that she puts it like that it sounds rather bad.

“I- um. Yesss?”

“For future reference, don’t do that please.”

“Onto other questions, why is doggo over here following me?”

“You managed to lose your other supervisor, so I assigned a volunteer. She wanted to watch over you, I think it's because you look like that someone I knew.”

She sighs under her breath.

“Also the Cuddlebugs have a few useful abilities, such as empathy, the ability to sense one’s sugar levels, to detect heart rate among other things. It was purely for your benefit. Did you snuggle with her when you slept? I hear it's quite good for mental health.”

“I didn't.”

“To each their own.”

“Can I have that A.I?”

“Of course… is something wrong?”

“I…”

You quiet down to a whisper.

“I feel really out of my element here. To be quite honest with you, I want to go back to my forest.”

She looks at you kindly.

“So you’re just uncomfortable yes? I think I can make an arrangement that will benefit both of us then.”

You wonder what she could mean.

“I can give you a means of communicating with me, regardless of distance. Then we can make exchanges of information and perhaps resources over a distance. We have drones to deliver items and we could perform trades via a dead drop. All you would need to do is answer a few of my questions and fill in gaps in our database about the world and its environment. From the comfort of your home.”

>what to do?

>Queued actions

>G0 home

>Find someone who can identify the blue vial. Or perhaps identify it yourself.

>Let me know if I forgot something.

>>303320

Headpat Bea to make her feel better. She may be a cocky little shit fairy sent to spy on our every move, but that doesn't mean she deserved being violently stabbed by a sociopath and left to bleed out while pinned to a tree.

If Mama Snek intends to have the cuddlebug follow us home we need to start training her as soon as we leave. We could probably just lose her as soon as we're back in our haunt but I hate the thought of abandoning a snake that says awoo to the horrors of the night. So instead, we need to train her to obey us over Mama Snek. Shouldn't be too hard, start with a name, giving her headpats and tummy rubs when she does what we say, and a pinch on the neck when she disobeys us. A robot dog will be cool, but a robot dog and a snake dog will be kick ass.

>>303329

I think she was referring to the stretch of time between medieval times and right before the apocalypse when people didn't believe in fairies and thus they did not exist. The Ice Queen mentioned that.

Rolled 52, 48, 2 = 102 (3d100)

>>303329

thats a great game but the ending was terrible, not even a new game plus to actually restore your hamlet

The winter court queen is basically a god, and probably did resurrect her, or all the fae are undying, but experience the death.

For the blue vial I say we roll for building some chemistry equipment and setting up an alchemy lab to test it, if all else fails catch a rat and inject a tiny amount into it.

>>303338

agree, headpat the loli as Ammit intended.

I said earlier I wanna play base builder, lets see if they can help us, and get a list of things they want from us besides info in order to get building supplies.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>303320

Get someone to identify the blue shit. If it's good, take it, if it's bad, find some janitor no one will miss and inject them.

As for the whole questionnaire thing, I'm alright with it. Worse case scenario we lie and put down "in the deeper parts of the forrest, it's actually safer to travel at night." And watch them all die.

make sure that no one is following us when we leave. And take no one with us, keep our base a secret and have the drones drop elsewhere.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>303358

you rolled a 1 for being an edgy fag

stop that

Rolled 14 (1d100)

>>303320

Gah, shit roll.

I forgot to mention this but I'm 99% sure snek God has met our dad. Ask her how she knew the guy and if he had any children from what she remembers.

Then discribe dad as best we can. If she wants to know where he is not straight up tell her he died. And tell her all the details.

>>303360

Just straight up tell her the details. Typos man.

Rolled 74, 89, 6, 4 = 173 (4d100)

>>303320

Answer all questions she has about the dangers of the outside world. If possible, mention Dreary & Kelly and their worm problem.

>>303360

I say come clean about the boarded up room and ask if she knew Blackacre's dad.

Then see if we can go identify the blue vial here at their base.

Lastly see Siegfried and see how she's doing before leaving.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>303320

Agree to the deal, ask if we'll be able to comeback one day to use their workshops if we need to.

Try to get info about blue stuff, and more importantly about the snek girl that attacked us outside She also said we looked like someone she knew and was looking for.

Talk a bit about sealed room and daddy issues as we are also missing one dad.

If Blackacre does not remember what dad looks like at least ask if we look like the guy from the sealed room.

There's some cloning shenanigans going on, it'll be good to know more about it

Finally It would be good to get a proof of good will, something to make sure that they're not gonna betray us like the winter queen (don't mention the queen). For example we could take Seigfried as our apprentice.

After everything is said and done we take our shit and get the fuck out and back to our base.

We should also add more trap to the base as a priority to keep CreepySnek out.

>>303427

>siggy as an apprentice

I'm not opposed to this, but she isn't going anywhere. Sure they've got her in a bacta tank or some shit, but it takes time to regrow limbs.

>>303542

If not Seigfried then someone else not doggosnek that is able to learn stuff from us.

We get an aprentice that works for us and can be a semi-usefull ally in combat, and they get someone able to survive the outside world when the apprenticeship is over.

I just suggested that as a way to not get double crossed but it might be cool/useful to have an apprentice.

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>303622

Agreed, it would be cool and useful to have a decent apprentice.

Siegfried would definitely have a one up on it, since she's seen how we operate out in the lawless wilds. Maybe we can check to see how long it'll take before she's fully recovered, and once that happens we can get her to stop by our haunt.

I've just thought of this and I don't know if anyone else has come up with something similar yet - Can we ask if mommy snek if she has/had any relatives? Specifically the CreepySnek that ambushed us. Cause CreepySnek thought we were someone else as well.

>>303320

You think that identifying the blue liquid would be the best approach. Rather than injecting yourself randomly.

“I would not mind those terms. However, I want to choose where the drone drops off supplies.”

The Snake God gestures her hands in a wide arc, raising a holographic display in front of you, as if by magic. It seems to be an ancient map, far outdated by the new world’s standards. You can eventually find the area around your base, you have the drop off point somewhere just inside of the edge of your haunt.

After that, you think for a moment. Maybe she has met your father? It might be possible, just maybe. For a moment, you get the idea of your father perhaps being important here, being a person of status and resource. You shake your head, you doubt it.

“Say, I wonder if you have met my father.”

She looks at you inquisitively.

“You say I remind you of someone, that is two people in the last day.”

Your father was a shorter man, barely 5’5, brown hair and blue eyes. Now that you think about it, it's hard for someone to be more unlike you. You wonder for a moment about the validity of your thoughts.

“I have met many people in my long life. But, I can tell you that if he existed on the outside, I have not met him, not unless he was over 200 years old. No, the person I speak of was my Father.”

You lean forward, slightly interested. “Your father?”

“Yes, Well he was my creator, not my father. He treated me as his daughter though. He looked like you, slightly shorter, less built. And his eyes were… normal green.”

“Something wrong with my eyes?”

“Well… You don’t know?”

“What that they’re green?”

“That their solid green, even your sclera?”

“They’ve been like that forever, it's not exactly remarkable.”

“The way you act is a little similar too.”

“Interesting, You see, the other person that said I looked like someone they were looking for attacked me.”

You give a description of that snake-like monster. You then ask if she has any relatives, due to the striking similarities of the mutation quality.

She puzzles for a moment, her hand resting on her chin, slowly stroking.

“I can’t locate and data fragments about a mutation like that. It's not something we produce or have produced. And no, I don’t have any real biological relatives.”

“Strange considering the mutations you people seems to have the most sophisticated biological weapons development in the world at the moment.”

She taps her finger on her arm.

“We had the most advanced yes. Due to my father being the most successful biological weapon’s developer to ever exist. Some two-hundred score years ago. We mostly just follow what was left behind in my mind as instruction on how to make Cuddlebugs and Beetleguards.”

“Perhaps I was being unfair, I apologise.”

“I understand. Where is your father? I might like to meet him.”

Her face immediately paled as you’re no longer sure quite what your expression is.

You take a deep breath, sigh and control yourself while talking.

“There’s a reason I’m a hermit in the woods. He’s quite dead, killed by the people of Helm’s Hill due to incorrect allegations of thievery. People who he helped time and time again. Due to blind incompetence, he was lynched for something he didn’t do while I watched.”

She looks at you with pitying eyes. You’re not quite sure what to feel. You never really had anyone to talk to, except your voice.

“I see. My father went missing on a research expedition nearly two-hundred and fifty years ago. So I’m not quite sure I can understand your level of pain.”

“You seemed close to him.”

“You went into the sealed room didn’t you.”

“There was nothing in there I wanted, so I left it undisturbed.”

“I saw you look at the picture, and then just leave. I wanted to thank you for that…”

“No need. Just fulfill your part of your bargain.”

You turn to leave, but then turn back again.

“I just considered. What if I trained someone of yours in some practical skills.”

“It is true that nothing can beat practical training. I will consider this option. Do you have a preference for anyone you’ve me here?”

“Anyone will do. But Siegfried shows potential.”

“Before I forget, is there anything else I can do for you besides supply information?”

“Biological samples from wild-life, plants, the rarer the better. We need to know about the new flora and fauna.”

“That can be done. Transported by drone I assume?”

“Yes.”

“Now then, since we have this sorted out, I will speak with you when the communications technology you’re no doubt sending me is set up on my end.”

You turn to leave.

“Before you leave.”

You stop, your hands linked behind your back.

“I’m sorry if this question bothers you, but… What eventually happened to the settlement, that “Helm’s Hill” as you called it.”

You continue to slowly walk out of the room as the far doors open.

“Every dog has its day, Ms.Snake God. Even the bad ones.”

>>303928

You distinctly remember, in a distant memory, eventually going back to that place. You remember fighting, killing, being angry and crazed. But not much else. Not much specifics, beyond a big fire. You’re not stupid, you can conclude that you probably did something horrible as revenge. But for the life of you, it's blocked from your mind.

You leave the room unmolested. You don’t bother to look back, distracted in thought. Trying to remember something important, something that’s always bothered you. Whatever it was, it's been on the tip of your tongue for years, but always a little too far.

The Snekdoggo follows you around the facility.

The lab here is unable to help you at all. When the try to scan the blue liquid, their machine frizzes out. They return your sample and apologise that they can’t help you.

When you leave the base, snakedoggo can’t go with you. You lightly scratch her behind the ears before leaving, she “Awoo~”s sadly when you go. You get the odd feeling that the creature is not actually stupid, nor child-like. Something about its eyes, how it moved seemed a little calculated. It seemed off somehow. Was it playing dumb? Trying to play for attention? To get close to you? You get the feeling that if it is truly intelligent, then it will probably as the snake god to get moved over to a remote base nearby. You have no illusions that they will set up outdoor bases around, and that they will most definitely set one up near your territory if not in it.

You look down at the drive as big as a finger, it contains the A.I for a canine combat and service droid. It should suffice. You notice a little note attached to it, stating that the communication equipment will be dropped off at the listed dead drop, the one you’ve selected.

As you walk, you reach over your shoulder and rub Bea’s head lightly. She pushes herself so that she leans over your shoulder, so you don’t have to reach as far. Neither of you say anything, you stare forward as Bea rests the side of her head on your shoulder.

>How would you like to travel?

>Faster is noisier and less perceptive, slower is the opposite.

>Your mantis rations have spoiled. Not that you had much left of them anyways. Though you have the nutrient bars, they serves as a day's worth of food per. Or you could attempt to hunt while traveling.

>Anything to do on the way?

>Base building ideas when you rest up?

>Trap will be set when you get back home. You currently already have 2 set up around the home’s front “Yard”.

>You want to set up a chemistry set, but you would need to find the proper materials, such as vials, or you need to make your own glass. It might be easier to find a chemistry set, that old facility you explored before had one on a table.

>>303928

>shorter man, barely 5’5

Wew lad manlet genes

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>303929

Inject the fluid.

There is a high probability that our father and her father are the same person. He was a fucking mad scientist who spliced genes like emo kids slice wrists, It not too difficult to imagine he managed to prolong his life.

>fully green pulps/sclera

WE A MUTIE BOYS

Also can we retroactively asked why she paled after asking what happened to our father? I'm curious.

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>303938

Actually, don't inject the fluid. Worse case senario isn't that we die, it's that we get a third arm or it becomes a tentacle ah la chaos shit.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>303929

Slow route and hunt for food, the clans might have an outpost and flash gitz raiders after that battle with the not enclave.

Fucking don't inject crap without knowing what it is, it could Kool aid or genetic modifiers.

Explore the old facility, I'm not sure how far we're from sand and do we have the knowledge to make a forge?

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>303929

No self injection

Let's try to get back fast to avoid any other encounter with creepy snek

Could we get an entry in the character sheet to know what do we have in our base already ?

As far as basebuilding goes I'd suggest to reinforce and hide the door.

Anyone else interested in setting the discovery of who Daddy really is and how much of a vat grown mutant clone we are as our main quest ?

Pastebin:

https://pastebin.com/PZcPDmvL

I updated the pastebin with some QOL changes and some minor adjustments.

closer to the bottom oif the sheet there is a list of items in the base.

>>303929

We should inject a skyscraper tree on the edge of our haunt ( far away from the drone rendezvous) with the blue stuff.

>>303936

The Ice Queen seemed to imply that fairies are immortal, but stopped existing for some time before coming back around the time everything got fucked. I figured that period of nonexistence was what Bea was referring to.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>304082

forgot roll

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>304110

I see we have extra bed-frames, but no mattress to go with them. We should make at least one extra mattress so that our apprentice - if we get one - doesn't have to sleep in our only bed.

I assume the infinibattery that's built into our base can power the lights and not much else correct?

>>304215

Pretty much. The powerlift is far to much load for the little thing.

Truely infinate power, but so slow generation and low output.

>>303929

You get the feeling that that Snake God was looking at your eyes when she paled. You’re not sure why, you didn't ask. You wonder if you should simply ask her over communications.

Surprisingly, you have no difficulty getting home quickly. You manage the journey in 2.4 days by depriving yourself of sleep. You find the drop point where the drone left a pack, filled with radio equipment. You pick it up after scanning its contents and take it with you.

Home sweet home, you sleep for an indeterminate amount of time.

The following morning you wake up, groggy. Beatrix appears to have slept beside you, it's annoying but not exactly something you think it's worth bothering about.

She’s actually still attached to you when you get up. Though, from the raw elation of existing in your haunt you don’t care! It's a good day to live in the post apocalyptic jungle. As such, you perform your usual routine.

You set your traps all around the base. You take great care to memorize where they are as to not set them off.

You try your hand designing some traps, but unfortunately you only manage to mentally drain yourself. The attempt fails and you only ended up wasting a good portion of the day as you drop the matter for now, irritated.

The door reinforcement is a major success. You’re able to re-attach the pre existing locking mechanism. In addition, you’re able to reinforce the surface of the door with metal. Afterward you have “Driver”, simply it jams the door shut from the inside using a pulley method to drive metal spikes into new holes in the concrete floor. This makes the door entirely stationary, in order to penetrate the door it would have to be shattered. The upper trapdoor is a harder matter to reinforce, you merely maintenance it. It's quite hidden as a bush has grown over it. The front door of the base is about as hidden as it can be, you have cultured the vines so that they now droop over the area and the fallen trees, so that this area is nearly impossible to see unless you knew it was here.

You pop by that facility you explored with Kelly and Dreary. Its door was closed and you reopened it to find nothing changed. It was a simple matter of taking the chemistry equipment and running. You now have a working set of chemistry equipment. However, that place is now almost entirely cleared out. You also, out of habit, entirely filled your specimen kit with samples of the really pretty plants you saw in the room that had the Winter queen.

You check on your crops. The fig vines are progressing quite nice, slowly wrapping around the side of a massive.. Oak you think it is. Now that you mention it, this tree feels very out of place here.

The pitcher plants have grown extraordinarily fast. They are already half matured, the soul you found here is highly acidic but they like that. The fly population near your base is now lowered, with the amount of mosquitoes dropping to nil, probably due to the carnivorous plants you have planted.

The venus flytraps are doing we… what the fuck is that?

You segmented a single venus flytrap from the rest, and buried it with the mutant moss sample. You figured it would die… this was not the case. It is a large leafy bulb, a bright teal-blue with glowing rims of its leaves that shimmer with dewed fur of the purest white. It slowly pulsates, as if it is trying to grow.

>What to do?

Rolled 71, 13, 64 = 148 (3d100)

>>304568

Can we touch it? Should we touch it? Get Beatrix to see if she knows what's going on with it.

Also touch it. Plants respond to being touched… It might be toxic, but still touch it.

Also radio in to mommy snek once we're back to full strength.

Rolled 34 (1d100)

>>304568

>mutant carnivorous plant

Nice ! we need to be cautious about it, first check if it's agressive/able to bite more than small insects and then try to isolate it away from the moss and somwhere where it can't attack us if things get out of control. Keep observing it and studying its devloppement maybe try to feed it some small animals.

>Mutant moss

Those mutant moss are fascinating we should keep experimenting with them : - Can we make more mutated plant with them ?

-Can we make some mutant insects : if we could get none agressive insects like some scarabs or other coprophage and mutate them to be bigger it could be a source of meat or if they get really big we could have a scarab mount !

-we could also start considering to find a way to extract the mutagenic principle. It's probably very far off but it could alow us to make some self improvement via mutations. Of course unless we can predict how the mutations will turn out it might not be the best idea.

Or we could use it to make some nasty carcinogenic poison to realy fuck up our ennemies.

>pretty plants

Are they just pretty or do they have other cool properties. I think the first ones we brought back are cooling the room. Can we try to understand how that works ? Maybe try to amplify the effect throught selection and/or mutant moss and use it to make some sort of fridge

>We have our AI

I think it's time to get to work on our robot friend

>Down times

In down times from the robot and the plants we could : - try to meditate or some shit like that to get access to our lost memory about daddy, maybe Bea know some stuff about repressed memory and their recovery.

-Make a list of futur places to explore and maybe scout them a little if possible.

that looks like a lot suggestion in one post, there seems to be tones of cool stuff to do in our base but maybe we should think about doing a new dungeon to keep the story from being too static ? I don't know

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>304583

>>304596

These are all excellent options, but nothing beats poking it with a stick. So poke it gently with a stick or something.

How big is the bulb? You just said large. And I say we move the mutie fly trap into a bigger pot. Let it grow some more.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>304632

While I really want to touch/caress the new plant as soon as possible, I guess I could go along with poking it with a stick to see if it's going to kill us or something. But I definitely want to more or less pet the plant if we decide it's not going to hurt us. Transplanting it to its own location so that it has plenty of room to grow sounds good too!

>>304585

Agreed - Robot doggu [spoiler] AKA Rex,

and if it gets named anything else I might have an aneurysm…[/spoiler] needs to be built.

>>304632

The bulb itself is about 2 Feet in all directions

>>304662

>[/spoiler]

>Not using **

Come on anon, at least do it right

>>304845

I fuck up spoilers pretty often, and tbh I don't like using them, so I'll just stop. I also have tendencies to press enter to end sentences instead of just letting the line roll over naturally.

I guess I've still got the typewriter mindset.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>304568

Ask Bea about the plant.

Name it Audrey III.

Rolled 4 (1d100)

>>304568

We should try finding some other crops to grow at least on top of other suggestions. Maybe next communication with mama snek ask about the plant if poking it didn't do shit and/or bea didn't know shit. And inquire about genetically modified crops while we're talking with her too since they've got to have some either aquaponics or hydroponics area in that bunker of theirs. Could be worth getting shit like beets or potatoes if they have anything thats resistant to acidic soils.

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>304585

Oh right, ask mama snake why she looked like we grew an extra arm when she asked us about our daddy.

>>304568

You turn around and look for Bea. You find her outside of the base, sitting far above on the nearly eroded stairwell that climbs above and past the base.

“Follow me.”

She drops forward and floats weightlessly towards you, latching onto your shoulders as you head to the plant.

“Must be important hm Blackacre?”

You gesture towards the strange bulb.

“My… that’s interesting. Haven’t seen one of those like that before.”

“What is it?”

“Not entirely sure, but it has a soul.”

“A soul?”

“It’s very sentient, and it has its own consciousness.”

Poking it slightly with a leafy branch does not seem to irritate it.

You move to touch it. Its surface is unusually soft, a white powder shakes to the ground. But beyond a very slight shaking, you see nothing change.

“Very strange indeed. Thank you Bea. Now if you excuse me, I think I need to feed it.”

“Feed it? That’s odd.”

“What do you mean?”

“Any tree or plant spirit I know of does not need to eat in the way we do.”

“It’s mutated from a carnivorous plant.”

“Oh my, I look forward to what it may become then. Do be careful though, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You wonder…

You snap at an insect on the ground, killing the large beetle. Then, you put it near the bulb. Small white furry tendrils reach from the inside of the bulb. Slowly they pull the dead beetle inside. You can hear crunching from inside of the bulb as bits of the creature’s exoskeleton are slid out of the leafy bulb.

You have already segmented this area from the other plants, you didn't want to risk mass contamination and kill the crops. Another funny thing is that the moss patch is gone, possibly absorbed by this bulb.

“I have a plan.”

“Oh? What exactly?”

“I’m going to kill an animal and feed the whole thing to the plant.”

Bea grips you more tightly and seemingly jumps up and down, without ever touching the ground. Her eyes are wide, her smile sharp as a razor.

“Let’s do it.”

It does not take long to find an animal. A Jaguar, thinking that it's silent and deadly. It never saw the shot coming, its nose missing you entirely, its supreme sight glamoured to uselessness. Bea’s quite giddy after that, eagerly watching you drag the corpse back through the forest floor. The little fae vibrates with excitement as you both head back to the base.

You drag the jaguar back to the little bulb, finding that it had torn apart the beetle, leaving its now empty and translucent carcass all around its tiny domain. It's quite good you had segmented this little gem away from the others. You predicted SOMETHING might happen… maybe, it was worth it.

First, you test a small amount of blood on the bulb, it absorbs all the blood you got from the jaguar’s paw with ease. There is no evidence that you ever spilled blood on the bulb. Then you get an idea. You tie up the jaguar using vines, then aim your machete at its throat as if it were a pinata. Its blood spills all over the bulb below, fully exsanguinating the jaguar in due time. The bulb seems to eagerly absorb the blood.

It's good that you don’t have to use anything to roast the plant. It seems to leave you alone.

Beatrix watches the little bulb intently.

“Does this make you its father?”

“I gave it life, but it is not exactly my spawn.”

“You feed it, give it life, I think that makes you its daddy.”

You leave the conversation hanging there. It's a very pretty plant, truly.

“I think I’ll call it Audrey, the 3rd.”

“Why the third?”

“It was the third thing I planted here.”

Bea cocks her head at you strangely.

“Do.. do we just leave it here while the jaguar bleeds?”

“Yes. This area is quite sheltered and the wind is dead. I doubt anything is going to come for the jaguar. If something does, that’s what the bombs are for. And i’ll have fresh dinner. Actually…”

You hack off a portion of the jaguar’s ribs, taking out its heart and the quality meats by the rib.

“Dinner. The rest the plant can have… when it bleeds out that is.”

“Can it even eat something that large yet?”

“I could cut it up maybe.”

>>305635

You cook up some food for you… And Bea since she gave puppy dog eyes. Then you work on your robot dog.

It takes time, but you install the A.I into the robot.

“Booting…Greetings. What is my Designation?”

“Rex.”

“Greetings master. How can I assist you?”

“Initiate guard protocol. Subject master. You take orders from master and master only. Are we clear?”

“Realizing protocol… Understood, Sole General established. Guarding. Initiating defense protocol.”

The dogbot stands up then falls flat on its face with a loud clang.

“Diagnostic, miscalibrated hydraulics and motors. Please see to an engineer to repair.”

It take a few hours, but eventually you get everything set up for the dogbot. It can move around at a startling speed, and its has a great deal of carrying capacity and power. Its Jaw is more than capable of turning a human ribcage into a contortionist act gone wrong.

The bulb guzzled down blood until the jaguar drained dry. It seems a little more vibrant now. Maybe a tiny bit bigger. However, the little plant has a few small tendrils reaching aimlessly into the sky… towards the jaguar’s body.

“Greedy are we?”

You tug down the body and drop it beside the bulb.

“Chow down little one.”

You pat the little bulb. It quivers, and does not strike or attack you. It reaches towards the body of the jaguar. Its tendrils are slowly prodding it, feeling it. You cut off a tiny morsel and hand it to the tendrils, they pull it inside the bulb, fur is pushed out. The little plant then starts pulling bit by tiny, tiny bit from the corpse. Pulling strands of flesh no larger than a fingernail a piece.

You start to move logs and debris to protect the bulb, you form an ellipse around it, with the entrance mostly obscured.

“Master, do you require assistance?”

“Sure. Do not injure the plant.”

“Understood.”