/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>296967 (OP)

Guess I'll role for Marxist mice and just having them be mouse girls instead.

>>296973

Well shit. I guess that's happening so long as you don't attract /leftypol/. Maybe I'll dig out my paper and scanner and draw that up.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

Alright, I'll play.

>Architectural Style

European Historic

>Apartment Location

Basement Apartment

>Local Businesses

BlockBuster LLC, Bar Between Floors, Abandoned Store, and The Heretic's Library

>Furniture & Appliances

Watchful Moose, Multi-Fauceted Sink, SFW Full-length Mirror, Occupied Mirror, Telepathic Landline, and Ex-Tenant's Journal

>Friendly Tenants

Hallway Wanderer, Girl Behind the Door, Bathtub Mermaid, Father Alyosha, Apartment Gargoyle, Arm in the Basement, Demon Falfarafax, Basement Apparition, Drinking Widower, and The Changeling.

>Paranormal Phenomena

Your Secret Admirer, Hallway Balloons, Bashful Haunt, Odd-Jobs Listing, High Five Hands, The Night Fair, Hokousha Tengoku, Open Door Day, Unremarkable Jack

>Hostile Phenomena

Tenant Guidelines, Hole in the Wall, and Man in the Sharp Suit

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>296975

re-rolling

Rolled 27 (1d30)

>>296967 (OP)

I'll roll for a friendly tenant. 30 results so a 1d30.

>>296981

changeling it seems.

>>296983

Granted. Want to roll for anything else?

>>296983

Also, sage.

Rolled 7, 7, 20, 4, 6, 13 = 57 (6d20)

May as well give this a shot.

>Location

Basement

>Local Businesses

Blockbuster, Uncle Icky's, Abandoned Store, Bodega de Demonia

>Furniture

Occupied Mirror, Watchful Moose, Sentient Microwave, Painter's Memento, Vet's Pillowcase, First Aid Kit

>/x/ Phenomena

Bashful Haunt, Odd-Jobs listing, Infinity Line, Open Door Day, Outdoor Courtyard, Night Fair, High Five Hands, Stairwell Window, Illustrated Stalls

>Hostile phenomena

Corner Grabbers, Phantom Passenger, Hole in the wall

>Friendly Tenants/Waifus

Girl Behind the Door, Scarlet Youth, Yarn Spider, Ancient Witch, Paranormal Maniac, Smug Hikki, Bathtub Mermaid, Apartment Maid, Apartment Gargoyle Vet Kowalski (making his /k/ grandaughter an option)

>>296977

Sounds good, though I would go for rollable traits rather than a rollable set class, gives us more of a mishmash to build from.

Rolled 4 (1d12)

>>296983

Ah right, sorry, could have sworn I had do not bump on.

Stair switching seems too good to pass up, going to roll for a hostile phenomina.

by the by, do you want us to roll according to the number of results in each catagory(for a random result) or declare what we want then roll a single type of dice?

>>296977

Let's establish the character as we go like the usual cyoas do.

>>296991

Shit, I forgot to sage.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>297000

Gonna roll for /x/ shit

>>297001

Ha, that's fitting

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>297000

rolling for intelligence

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>297010

I-I'm sorry, let me roll for something else. I know! Weeabism! I will roll for that!

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>297014

Rolling for Strength

>>297016

So he's not fit, but he's not a twig or weak either.

>>297018

We CAN grow in gains or intelligence depending on a few factors. I'm going to make it so he's more just a guy who never cared for books than a guy who is straight up retarded because let's face it retarded protagonists are way too common and it would be boring to see another.

He's still going to be fucking retarded in a lot of other ways though. Whether or not he improves is up to you asshole.

Watch as he somehow gets 20 weapon skill despite all this bullshit.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>297020

Rolling for weapon skill

>>297022

Rolling for /k/ shit

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>297025

forgot to roll

>>297025

M8 that's too many rolls. Let some other anons roll.

so far it's looking like we're the most generic protagonist possible

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>297027

Behold, the man of looks.

>>297032

Good god, we're so ugly that not even our mother would love us!

>>297030

Roll please. I only just realized how many rolls were done by the same guy so /k/ shit is still open and potentially Agility and weapon skill as well.

>>297032

He wears a mask then. Is his face fucked fron a tragic accident?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

Rollin' agility.

>>297039

Our legs are not ok.

>>297039

Okee dokee we are actually literally an autistic cripple facial burn victim who moves on crutches. H-hopefully our waifu will read us books until we're s-smart… right?

There are a few more stats p-please use them.

I just realized that if we had rolled lower on strength and higher on intelligence, we could of been hotwheels.

>>297043

Okay so I am switching out one of the tenants on my post >>296975 from Drinking Widower to Nurse Erika. We are going to need all the help we can get.

>>297046

I did get a crit on my furniture roll, so I think it's dealer's choice on what we use. First aid is in the mix I chose

>>297046

Mix mine with his >>297047! For the love of god, just mix both of ours!

>>297051

Done just… I have a lot to salvage here.

I'll be back later to uh see the last too fuck ups you guys do with his stats for the ones I issued re-dos on.

>>297057

I am so sorry! This is mostly my fault! This is suppose to be fun! i never expected this to swirl into a shit tornado!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

Rerollan for /k/ shit

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>297065

Okay, rerollan for weapon skill too

>>297064

First of all, that isn't any better than >>297026 ! Secondly, REROLL FOR THE STATS THAT NEED IT MOST!

>>297067

/k/shit and weapon skill are separate things, nigger >>297000

>>296991

Oh how I wish I had listened to you.

>>297001

>>297005

>>297013

>>297016

>>297026

>>297032

>>297039

>>297066

Okay friends.

So we are a charming autist with a face that got horribly fucked in a fire. Our intelligence is incredibly low but that is partly due to parental neglect and pure autistic fixation on raifus.

We are a fan of classic anime but, despite our autism, never got too into it. We walk with a stick and keep a mask upon our horribly burned face at all times. The bit of our face that is unburnt is actually quite handsome but it's like a reverse sex Hanako situation.

Due to our obsession with /k/ we know autistic amounts about obscurer guns and will be able to use anything given to us with high intellect and knowledge but low actual weapon skill (will improve if we unfuck our legs).

Our strength is just enough to support ourselves whilst standing still and shooting a rifle but not enough to do it for long.

Our knowledge of /x/ shit is just enough to make us not die immediately if we wind up in another world.

Overall we… actually fit the setting?

1/2

>>297071

What about mah soviet Russian mouse girls? I rolled first and got a 19 on it.

>>297072

Uh I'll add them as replacement for the gargoyles. How do you feel about them being really tiny (live in the vents)?

>>297073

That's great, they can make friends with the changling and extol to it the virtues of marxism and vodka.

>>297076

There is always time. You have the choice to ignore the rolls. Don't torture yourself, man.

Haha hahaha.

No. We are doing this shit and I am going to make it fucking work. See you all soon.

Rolled 17, 20, 4 = 41 (3d20)

May Ammit provide wonderful luck and the hidden ability to learn quickly.

>Cooking skills

>Learning ability

>Reading speed(?)

Rolled 5, 3, 14 = 22 (3d20)

>>297084

Holy fuck if this counts he can learn quickly thank you ammit we won't be retarded forever

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>297089

Rolling for bashful haunt then I guessi think that's what you meant by poltergeist

>>297089

Lucky af anon here, I didn't have anything good so >>297097 idea is perfect

thank you based writefag

>>297097

Poltergeist is gud grill. Nice natural 20.

>>297071

>>297070

You awaken.

Dust, the scent of rot emanating from every speck, falls lightly from a crack in the ceiling.

Each tiny mote glistens just ever so slightly under the flickering incandescent bulb that lingers above your head. Drearily, you begin to stir from your dream.

In your dream you had beautiful clear skin, a face that lacked the sought for qualities of leather, and a normal job at a normal office. Within that land of rest each moment was a day and each day a lifetime. You awoke, said goodbye to your wife, and as soon as you knew your day was over you were off to sleep again.

You sit up with a lurch, your body pressing upwards as you realize your surroundings.

You bump your head on the light with a painful thunk. As you reach your hand to your scalp, your fingers running across dry flesh, you notice a scent of burning meat. Looking to your side you see a plate of food has been prepared for you by some unknown force. There are crude words etched into the dust caked upon the floor:

".gninroM dooG"

You do not recognize this room beyond vague words spoken to you at your bedside. A man had been there then, speaking of a wondrous place for you to leave for. He would arrange everything he had assured you and it would all go to your disability fund. The question though that remained was simple; when had he said this? You look around yourself to see a crude bathroom seemingly assembled in what was once a broom closet, the head of a moose in the dark corner of the room where the singular light could not reach, a microwave, a painting on its easel, a first aid kit on the wall, and what looks like a glint of metal from underneath your pillow.

How did you get here?

What do?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>297123

>How did you get here?

We were brought there years ago since the horrible fire. We don't like to remember it, but the burns leave an impression to always remind us of that horrible day. Nurse Erika has been taking care of us since then.

>What do?

Call for the nurse.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>297125

Gods how horrifying

>>297123

Eat the food and say "good morning" back to the letters in the dust. Then check the pillow and first aid kit

>>296973

>>297072

>>297074

Just stopping in to tell you to kill yourself, /leftypol/

Rolled 5, 20 = 25 (2d20)

>>297123

Mr. X came to our bedside shortly after the fire which claimed our face and then we wound up there. the memories of the in between an odd blank but you know its been about 2 years since that time.

Eat the food. Say hello back to ghost lettering, with a bit of humor perhaps.

>>297134

why is my luck so fucky tonight?

also did my cooking/learning ability make it in or nah mr writefag?

>>297134

Read this:

>>297089

Cooking and reading abilities were obviously confirmed.

Combination of what you and the anon who got nine wrote.

---—————————————————————-

Flame, licking like a cow for its salt, up the side of your body. The screams were unanswered as each tongue of fire wrapped its way around your body leaving little angels kisses upon your cheeks.

They told you that you had passed out from the smoke, that your mind would never be the same. You went to sleep that night when you saw his face.

His face was not something you could call quite human or quite real. Every glance seemed to attract a shadow and distortion never allowing the eye to fully center itself.

He promised you another chance. He called your mind brilliant beneath a haze of brain damage and smoke, he called your features beauty as he stroked your unburnt cheek, he promised you an everlasting life before sending you to sleep.

You wandered in a dream for a long time. It seemed an everlasting reality of normality and you could swear it was the only truth you could see. Brief snippets of time and memory are there but all you know beyond truth is that this place, this realm you have awoken in, is a place you came to of your own accord.

You sat there now on the bed, listening to the sounds of creaking in the dark. The scent of the food filled each nostril as you could see a pipe dripping just out of the corner of your eye.

Reading the letter you almost induced a headache attempting to put the backwards writing in order.

"Good morning."

You cock your head to the side, your chin length hair swaying in the stale air.

This was fine.

You push your index finger into the thick, gasoline tinted dust and write out a small token of gratitude.

".oot ouY"

Eating the food you quickly find yourself stumbling upwards and hitting your poor scalp on the light again. And then you remember that thing you saw, laying on the ground.

Glinting under your pillow you quickly move the disheveled cushion out of the way to find a shape you immediately recognize. A Colt model 1911 sits there and had apparently served as your resting place last night. Pulling out the magazine with finesse as you wobble on your barely supporting legs you find one singular cartridge within.

You load the magazine back into the gun and cock the slide. The satisfying sound of the single round being chambered is music to your autistic ears. With good trigger discipline you slip the weapon into your back pocket.

When you turn behind yourself you are shocked to see a plague doctor mask and a cane sitting on a chair in the dark. The shock is enough to force you over, making your unsteady legs launch you to the ground. You pick up the cane and use it to push yourself back up, trying to ignore the mask.

As you walk into the washroom you can feel grains of dirt and dust being pushed between your toes with every step, leaving footprints.

On entering the bathroom you stare into the mirror for a moment.

The mirror stares back at you.

The woman inhabiting the staring mirror sees your face.

She pantomimes a scream and hides away from you.

What do?

What do with mask?

Rolled 12, 16, 4, 16, 5 = 53 (5d20)

>>297156

>mask

I think we should leave the mask off while inside our apartment

>Ghost

I personally think he should just be kind to her until she warms up to him. Kindness is kinda all we got at the moment. Maybe call out for her to come back and just kinda awkwardly say hello and ask her name.

>Other

I know its supposed to be grimy, but we should do our best to clean up a bit. Make it more livable ya know?

>Other#2

We also need to get some books asap to help cure our retardation. Maybe get some ammo, some food, and other basic supplies what did we put down as businesses in the area again?

I go sleep now, can't wait to see the progress in the mornin

>>297160

We have access to the heretics library once shown the way.

Our intelligence is too low to understand some things but we will be able to read nearly of it without negative effects due to our literature stats.

Rolled 15, 16 = 31 (2d20)

>>297161

nice, in that case I say we talk to our neighbors and see if anyone is willing to read to us for a bit to re-teach us simple things again Of course we should be looking for the library if we can keep on task lol

Rolled 3 (1d20)

Brush our teeth, get showered, and then dressed again before following >>297160 plans.

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>297180

I say we should get a bath. It a shower. We'll probably slip and break a hip otherwise

>>297127

Eh? Sorry but I'm not from /leftypol/ not do I subscribe to Marxist ideology. I just like mouse girls and thought it would be funny to have drunk Russian /k/ommando mice. I didn't mean to trigger you.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>297156

We say good morning to the girl in the mirror, take a bath (the bathtub mermaid is there to help us wash our back), brush our teeth, and go to the library

We wear the mask outside the apartment.

>>297156

A vague look of confusion and bewilderment crosses your scarred and broken lips as the spectral woman cowered away. You turned your head as if you heard a scream yet could not recall what sound she made.

As you tracked her with your eyes she slowly moved inwards towards the bath and shower, towards the corner.

From beneath her long black hair you could see the glinting of blue eyes. Awkwardly, you leaned against the sink and tried to speak.

"I'hm sahrry. Miy fayce is a beht fooked up, innit?"

A slight tinge of the British isles sits upon your voice. The breaks and gaps on your lower lips left side cause you to lisp and speak in taciturn sentences.

The woman does not seem fazed by your kindness and continues to stand as far as she can from your form.

As much as you'd like a refreshing shower you know that won't happen with the inhabitant of your bathroom.

Sighing, you decide to ignore the issue. Splashing water on your face you see droplets of water hitting the walls and floor; drips of grey dust water run down the surfaces the liquid touched.

Looking in the mirror you see your clothing matches your old attire. A simple black dress shirt, pinstripe black pants, and a standard belt adorn you.

You have no shoes.

Picking up the cane you hobble into the next room once more and take a breath of air.

You begin to hack and cough.

Looking around you see the iron door to your room. It is constructed of heavy materials with bars over a singular window near the top.

You open the door and find it staring out into a blank abyss. The creaking seems to echo for miles.

There is one ladder sitting out there in the darkness, a spot of light around it.

The ladder can go up or down.

What do?

Should we grab anything?

Anything we forgot?

Rolled 13, 14, 19 = 46 (3d20)

>>297299

>grab

Should probably grab the mask if we are going out

>Anything we forgot

^ maybe shoes if we can find some in the apartment

>What do

I honestly think we will have trouble with the ladder with our fucked legs, but lets go see our neighbors

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>297300

We don't have shoes.

>>297299

>What do?

Ask one of the tenants if we can borrow their shoes.

>Should we grab anything?

Find out if we have a trampoline so we have a safety net if we ever slip from our weak as shit legs.

>Anything we forgot?

Grab the med-kit. May never know what could go wrong.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>297299

Don't forget to bring some spare cash with us if we decide to go shopping later.

Rolled 9, 2, 7 = 18 (3d20)

interressting idea for a game, im guessing we got a bit of jakobs ladder going on.

>what do

put on the mask when we leave the apartment, though if possible stay on this floor untill we have to use the ladder to the ground floor.

>Should we grab anything?

well our aparment dosent seem to have much to grab apart from todays dream painting, but the rest of the basement level is full of old abandond shit so lets start off with the timeless tradition of looting.

>Anything we forgot?

read the tenant guidelines!

>>297299

You stared into a seemingly endless abyss.

All around you was pitch darkness following a floor of dusty concrete. The concrete was cracked and dry with old brackets, holes, nails, and rust covering its endless surface.

"Ayeh aaaaaah!"

Your voice chirped out a strange yell as you stumbled backwards and banged your head against the door. You worked your way back into your apartment, frightened. You could feel the dust motes and mites inside your dry throat.

Panting, you stand by your door for but a moment before looking up.

Your eyes caught the dusty washroom mirror again. A crude drawing of a bashful anime girl had been drawn upon it under which was enscribed:

"What's wrong, did you not like the food?"

You shook your head for a moment and the message was gone. What wasn't gone is the girl in the mirror, creeping seemingly over its edge to peak out at you.

She stared intently, her hair covering her face. As you wave however she crept back away.

The mask on the chair stared at you.

You approached cautiously, your cane tapping the concrete softly. As you reached for the mask a feeling of confidence overcame you and your hands snapped it to your face before even a thought passed your mind. On the inside of the glass inlets a heart had been drawn in the dust.

Your leathery skin brushed against the masks material yet strangely your sores did not hurt. Rather, you felt soothed and calmed. When you took a breath it felt as sweet and easy as on any summer day and you almost forgot your surroundings.

The increase in oxygen however did not allow you to find shoes. Four coins of indeterminant origin had appeared inside your breast pocket.

As you stepped outside into the cool dead air your eyes stung from adjusting to the dark. All around you was abyss but with something new. Far off in the distance you could almost make out shapes and lights.

Your cane tapped time and time over and over against the concrete as you slowly hobbled over to the ladder.

This is it; only up or down from here.

You slipped your cane into a belt loop as you leaned on the rusty old service ladder for support. It seemed to go up for about fifteen feet.

You began to climb, your feet digging into the old rusty metal. Without any covering the cold material seemed to stick your flesh to it on every movement. Where was your bravery coming from, you wondered? The mask seemed to soothe every worry as you felt the steel clamping upon your skin.

You began to pant as your breath grew haggard and rapid. In your autistic mind you wondered briefly "What would Guts do?"

Slip.

Just barely catching yourself you could only watch in mild horror as your cane fell into the abyss. How long had you been climbing? The bottom could not be seen.

The sound of your cane hitting the ground never appeared.

You push yourself further until finally you reach upwards through a hole filled with light.

Grab.

Something was grabbing your arm. You began to panic as, with unheard of strength, you were pulled upwards and into that dark brick and concrete room. Hitting the floor hard you looked around and saw a woman in a maids uniform with deathly pale skin looking down upon your pitiful form.

"Ara ara…" She said, putting her hands on her hips. "What were you doing down in the basement, sir? Especially with that gaudy mask."

She twisted her arm unnaturally and shook her finger.

"That's prohibited, you know."

What do?

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>What do

ask where you are, who she is and if she knows us.

we have a dangerous lack of information here so lets fix that

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>297299

Explain that you live below

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>297411

meant for

>>297399

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>297399

Mention that our cane fell down when we were climbing up the ladder.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>297399

Stare into her eyes and explain your size to hers.

>>297399

Your jaw hangs slightly from beneath your mask. The beak, white and polished, reflects cheap fluorescent light into your eyes.

As you search for an answer you look around yourself. The room is cold and constructed from cement bricks and steel. It appears to be some sort of cleaning closet with tons of brooms, supplies, shelves, chemicals, carts, and vents. The sound of electrical droning and metallic groaning surrounded you and clouded your mind. Rusted old pipes screamed as they ferried high pressure liquids around the building.

"Ihy lieve down there." You say, slurring your words as you point your finger down the hole. The abyss seems to almost beckon you as you motion.

She stares at you, looks to the hole, looks back at you, and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Mhy cayne fell when I clymmed up zhis latter. Mhy legs du not wurk righd."

"Whu aar yuo aneewey..?"

You pause your speech as the expression on the neatly dressed woman's face sours.

"Where is dis..?"

The lady sighs and flashes a smile, stretching the corners of her lips up unnaturally.

"I am the resident maid here at this fine tower; I keep the death toll here under three per day." She says, giggling.

"You must be the new… tenant the landlords spoke of." She performs a curtsy and offer you her hand.

The maid was about 5'5 at most putting her at a much shorter height to your 6'2.

"Interesting that they'd have you downstairs but with that beautiful carved mask I imagine it's for the good of the other tenants."

Pulling you up with unnatural strength you notice briefly the maids arms; fucking ripped. Smooth, pale skin hides honest muscles.

You recover from the sudden shock of being pulled up and quickly lean against the maid. She takes you on her shoulder and allows you to shuffle beside her.

"By the way, before you break any of them, the tenant guidelines today are quite simple; do not touch the ceiling, do not consume human flesh, and do not exit the grounds."

She giggles as your breath grows ragged again. The two of you walk now down a dark hallway with an elevator in the distance. As you approach the maid calls the lift.

She sighs with a content expression. "My name is Adrienne. The landlord never mentioned your name, mask boy."

Her eye twitches a few times.

What is our name?

What do?

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>297486

We're "The Masked Man, Bane"

>>297506

>forgot sage

once in a lifetime i guess

>>297517

fuck ignore the dice rolls.

thats why i hate dice

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>297486

Alexander.

Thank her for the help and ask her if there's anywhere she recommends checking out.

Rolled 12, 8, 9, 6, 10, 9, 19, 20 = 93 (8d20)

>>297486

Jakob

James

Jared

Guts

Grimly

Alex

"everybody calls me bee"

>what do

Get a good look at her and make small talk, ask if she can help us get another cane/go to the store for at least broom jfc some food and other basic supplies (last dice if for success on this I guess**

>>297577

>77 in id

>77 dubs

>19, 20

Do I win life?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>297577

second Bane roll

I will not be done, for we're going to be a pretty big guy

>>297595

To be fair, he is supposed to be retarded.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>297577

rolling for bane

welp, i suggest we transition name based on our intelligence

Bee->Bane->??

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>297486

Richard Long

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>297625

Bee win ery time 77 win ery tiem

>>297486

You shake your head in a bashful manner, avoiding the gaze of the girl. Her smile is too sweet in a way; it feels sickening. Whatever this woman was it didn't feel quite human.

"Eberyvody kalls me Bee." You say, scratching the back of your scalp. One lucky thing about that day is that the fire did not seem to damage any of your hair, having left each dark black lock intact.

Ding.

The lift had arrived in all of its industrial glory. The thing stank of old engine grease and was wrought from steel and iron. It was bathed in blued light and painted in various flaking coats of green and gray.

"Ah, we best be going now then." The maid said, grabbing your wrist and guiding you aboard the open lift. With a quick flick of her wrist she chose a floor and the lift rumbled to life.

The woman stood there with her hands held together in good posture. She would have looked to any outsider to be the very picture of humbleness and unassuming grace. Her porcelain skin shone even in the nauseating light.

You held tightly to the railings of the elevator as it rose, trying not to fall on your own legs. Suddenly you remembered, the cane! However could you last without it? Surely it would have fallen forever if it continued down the hole to which the ladder was built over. If so, who knew where that ladder lead?

"I imagine you're about to ask me about your lost stick aren't you, boy?" The maid asked, continuing to stare forward. The elevator continued to rumble past door after door as it made its way up the shaft.

"Worry not, sir. There are several shops and stores to purchase those little knick-knacks that keep us from the inevitability of our own demise." She turned her head towards you with a wide smile. Her strangely sharp yet perfectly aligned teeth were exposed for your viewing.

"It's a shame that no one ever laughs at my jokes, isn't it?" She says, continuing to stare at you.

The elevator made a ding, it had arrived.

The maid put your weight upon her shoulder once again and aided you in walking out of the lift. Thanking her for her service and kindness, you prayed she would not make anymore jokes. However, you did have a question.

"Whayre are we going, enyway?"

The woman giggled.

"Were you not listening or are you just broke? We have to acquire you a new stick somehow… unless you'd like to lean on me until our corpses decompose, that is."

Almost as soon as she made mention of your destination did you suddenly notice that you and her had, at some point, reached a main hall of sorts. From the look of the windows and the old fake tile flooring it was evident that this was the main lobby of some greater structure. The lighting was dim and it was obviously night outside. From out of the windows you could make brief glimpses into a stone courtyard lacking any sort of features. Around you were dimly lit storefronts; many of which were abandoned. The one that caught your eyes though was quite peculiar.

"Elden's wood."

Upon asking the maid about it she revealed to you that this storefront was always host to some shop but never for more than a week. The strange thing was that the owner had never been seen and almost all the business within was conducted by the same employees.

Hobbling forward to the shop you suddenly become aware of a form at the front door; her silhouette against the lit windows. Her hair was a dark brown in colour and she wore a uniform for the shop. Her nametag read "Toma" and she carried several canes. From her eyes it was evident that she never slept and her mannerisms were evidently those of someone who spent most of their time in one room.

"Hello, welcome to Elden's Wood. Today we have a fine selection of wooden products made of wood. This wood is handcarved wood made from one hundred percent pure and natural wood." Said the bored shut-in before yawning. She seemed utterly pathetic and it was obvious she had forgotten all of what she was trained to say.

What do?

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>297673

Ask where the canes are held. Maybe we can find one better than our old one in some way.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>297673

See if they have any canes that won't easily fall off of us when we have to climb ladders again.

>>297673

>>297710

Yeah, like something with some sort of wrist strap or something. Seems relevant with the murder ladder.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

well we only have a few coins so lets see what we can actually affort, maybe ask her if she knows someone that is willing to buy a good quality painting.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>297673

I say we keep an eye out for a sturdy cane that can double as a self defense weapon if the need arises. Hopefully the price is right.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>297790

rerolling for this

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>297790

>>297796

A good stick sound good

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>297673

Fuck lets see if we can find one of those cane swords for shit that comes up out of that abyss… I'm sure our old cane had to hit something/someone down there.

>>297673

if we get a boner in the store we'll say "Hey did you give me this wood for free or do I have to pay you a stiffy?"

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>297823

this

>>297819

>>297824

Should it have a fire pattern?

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>297870

Does Ammit deem it to be so?

>>297673

"I trust you're doing well today, Ms. Toma?"

The maid at your side attempted a one handed curtsy as she held onto your form. You barely felt your balance waver once as she supported you with but a single shoulder.

The once bored looking girl seemed to adopt a smug expression, curling her lips ever so slightly. She had a face that was rounded like some sort of moon cake fresh off of a lathe.

"Oh, hello Adrienne. Are you here to not buy anything as usual?" She asked, giving the pale woman a sarcastic tone and sentence.

The maid did not drop her smile for even a moment. It truly was a strange expression that seemed to mimic human features of contempt, happiness, joy, and cold blooded sociopathy all at once.

"Depends, are you going to stop throwing your garbage off the balcony? I'd much prefer to clean you up when your hoarding does you in." No drop in appearance or change in posture had evidently accompanied this scorching insult. The employee scoffed and glared at the maid for a moment before speaking once more.

"Who's the mask, maid?" Toma pointed at you, her finger almost touching the elongated beak of your second face.

"His name is Bee; he will be staying in the basement from now on."

"Helro." You said, giving a wave with your free hand. The employee gave a quizzical look in your direction and crossed her hands over her chest. She was five foot two at most and seemed to leer at the way you hunched your back over as if it insulted her stature.

"Bee here lost his cane in the basement. Be a dear, Toma, and tell us the price of those sticks upon your arm." The maid pointed towards the promotional canes the girl held. They were long sticks made of some sort of Oak or Cherry wood and stained in a myriad of different colours. They were a classic hooked cane shape with some sort of metal ring between the top and the rest of the shaft.

"Ah, yes. They are made of a, errm." The girl pulled a darkly stained one off of her arm, presenting it awkwardly. "A dark wood, yes. A very dark quality wood. And uh…" As the girl seemed to flail the cane about, showing it off and poorly explaining its merits, one thing became noticeable; the shaft was slipping away from the handle.

"Whas dat?" You asked, reaching out towards the area on the cane connecting the now separated cane and shaft. Toma gave you a look of intense concern when you touched it briefly with your finger and withdrew it to find the appendage bleeding.

"Oh, I have err. Did I mention these canes are ah, crafted with defensive tools inside?" She said, obviously bluffing. It was clear from even a glance that she had no clue. It was becoming more obvious, sadly, that this was not a matter of her just forgetting. It seemed that she had been given no instruction at all!

The maid stared intently at the blood dripping from your finger, her eyes slightly bloodshot.

You too stared at your finger before grabbing the cane from the girl. Quickly, you unsheathed it on unsteady feet. Beneath the sheath you found there a beautiful glinting blade of carved wood stained as if it were metal. The blade, for all intents and purposes, seemed to be metal!

"A uh, trick of our master craftsmen here."

Sheathing it once more you allowed yourself a brief moment to weigh your balance upon it. It was easily the most comfortable cane you had ever used.

"Hau much?"

"Three coins."

Pulling the coins from your pocket you accidentally dropped them all in front of the girl. Staring at you with that same expression as before she picked them up, was threatened not to shortchange you by the maid, and handed you your change.

Thanking Adrienne she blushed just ever so slightly and waved off your thanks. A bashful yet eccentric person she seemed to be. It was as if she was acting an archetype on purpose and poorly at that.

The maid offers to show you to your apartment but you may want to do something else. There is also someone standing down the hallway and some paintings moving in strange ways. An old man sits on a stool by the front door taking a nap and hugging his Kalashnikov.

What do?

---————————————————————--

Deep beneath the tower something rested. It slept beneath an endless pit leading down from a ladder that went who knows how far up.

Thunk.

Rolled 17, 12, 8, 15 = 52 (4d20)

>>297905

Oof, there goes the back-swing on my luck

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>297905

>we need to probably try and waifu whatever comes out of the abyss

yea we definatly do, just imagine an infinitely powerfull eldrich abomination that gets persuadet to stop her plans of bringing madness and suffering to the world by instead falling in love with an autistic cripple that makes her happy.

like a really fucked up reverse beauty and beast scenario.

on what do

ask the maido if their is any way of getting back into our apartment without using the ladder again, like for example the elevator.

then thank her for her time.

after that walk up to the oldfag and call him a plep for using a ak varient over the superior sks.

proced autistic argument to bond with him.

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>297920

man with even ammit aproving of my stupidly romantic shit, here have the perfect thred theme.

>>297947

>zombie army

well if its the guardien then a hellwan or wraith would make more sense.

but its your decition what fits the story best.

also the crit was to waifu the big bad and not her guardian.

lets see how the story progresses, i doupt that it will be the last gamechanging crit, i remember angry paladins quest very well.

so best use your own discretion and dont let one or seven crits 180 the complete story.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>297920

Praise Ammit!

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>297952

Yeah we need to go with something we can connect with

Something that gets that its not a looker but still maybe not "super evil"

Something that Ammit herself would call a daughter

>>297954

damn here we go it is starting already

Eldritch Abomination it is then.

>>297954

question thou, are you talking about the guardien or the BIG thing we will meet much later?

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>297959

If 11 then the big thing

If not then the guardian

>>297961

it should definatly be able to shapeshift.

remember monstergirls have the monster on the outside and if she is like a fallen lilim or something then she could be the most monsterous of them all.

even lovecrafts elder gods could all chenge their apearence, they chose to be heinus monsters to reflect their psyche.

where our girl could have chossen to be monsterous to keep people away from her, or she cant controll it very well.

it depens if you want to go more the tregedy or horror route.

personaly id perfer horror that turns to tragedy and then romance, if the mc lives long enough

>>297963

good so its a challenge, but that means 2 things.

we need to unfuck our legs post haste.

and we need to learn magic.

/k/ magic, there was this animu that had an mc with a magic sniper rifle that shot anti mater projectiles, im thinking something like that.

>>297968

>she is going to do some fucked up shit

well lets see what comes of that, but be carefull not to make the readers hate her, redemtion rout is always best rout.

but if she without a doupt one of those people that needs to die for the sake of the entire damn planet then faggots wont hasitate to put her down.

i know i wont, especially if the alternatives of maido and toilet ghost are a thing.

>>297971

The issue is striking a fine line between "Kill it with fire" and "adorable waifu".

I doubt many here desire the matango pit

>>297973

well said nigga, well said.

by the way now that im thinking of ghosts, we have 2 ghosts in our apartment right?

the bathroom miror girl and the poltergeist imouto.

just want to make sure they arent the same girl.

>>297977

* anime

>>297977

im cool with that.

>>297899

Thinking quickly you turn to ask the maid if there is an alternative entrance to your apartment. To this she responds in the negative, stating that you will need to use the ladder if you wish to commute. She apologizes and bows lightly before taking her leave at your request. You thank her as she leaves, calling out your gratitude.

She turns briefly and smiles her oddly disconcerting grin.

As you stand outside of the wood shop you hear briefly the sound of the shut-in muttering something about "fucking bitch" behind you.

Down the hall you see, not far from a fire exit, an old man sitting on a stool with a Kalashnikov in his arms. A number of paintings and odd bits of artwork line the barren concrete walls around him.

Above the man are hundreds of pipes running through an overly high ceiling. The true ceiling could not be seen through the myriad of rusted metal and plastic tubing. The occasional speck of dust fell from above onto the man as he sat.

Something you noticed quickly is that the man was not sitting idly. He seemed to be speaking to something but you could not tell what.

The elderly man would glance to the nearest painting every few moments and resume his speech. He'd wait just a moment before speaking again as if listening for a response.

You decided to speak to the man, his strangeness aside, if not only to sate your curiosity into the subject of his rifle. You began clanking your new cane across the ground as you walked, immediately noticing its high quality. Suddenly, you felt what was like a grab at your shirt. Turning, you found yourself face to face with a mounted mirror. On the mirror was written:

"My friend lives in the paintings. Do try to be nice to her and the old man, would you?" Accompanied with a drawing of that same moe styled anime girl. Her face was ever contorted into that strange expression that looked like a downward v.

You responded by nodding at the mirror. You hit the mirror with the beak of your mask when nodding. For a moment you swore you could hear the sound of a girl laughing as if it echoed far away.

---—————————————————————--

It was something deep, it knew this. A body of wriggling flesh breeding into itself together and birthing more of its kind. One day it dreamed to see the sun upon its tender flesh; caressed by the rays of god.

She was ancient and had no real personality to her own. She simply existed as a part of the door, an extension of her masters will.

After all, that was her fate. It had been decided by the forces of this world long ago for her to be born in this way.

All things in this world are set in stone for their is no changing the past nor what lies ahead. By this very virtue free will is defeated as all are guided by each tick of reality. The hands of fate are not those of god necessarily but of each tinier action committed by or against man on this earth.

Her free will was an illusion, more than any other.

Each worm like appendage crawled across her scarred albino form. She had sat there for so long in the deep. The door behind her had only ever opened once for a master she could not name. His being was composed of stars and his limbs were the sky of the night itself.

Thunk.

A piece of natural material carved in a strange shape fell at such velocity as to penetrate her flesh. She pulsated and convulsed.

---————————————————————————-

"Egscuse me, sehr."

The man looks away from his conversation with the painting and glances at you. Giving a quick notice to the painting you see that it is a lovely portrait of a youthful girl. The background seemed to portray a completely different style, however, which was strange.

"I culd not help bud nodice the reifle upon yohr lap. What paddern of Kalachnykob is that?"

The man gives you a look of distrust, confusion, and bewilderment. He replied in a thick Russian accent.

"It is 74 model, friend."

"I see! I have alwayz been more of a fan of thee Valmet reifles."

"What? I bet you think the KP-31 is of better than the papasha. You sort are all of same; fetishize Suomi."

"The KP-31 wahs behtter. Theh PPSH wahs jahst a reep-off with lower standahrds."

The man looks exasperated and flustered. He shakes his head.

"You have never fought in war, you know little. Do not insult guns of my motherland, cyka!"

"Father!"

A woman had approached the two of you just as the man said something rather aggressive in Russian. Looking to your side you saw that the crude drawing of the anime girl had appeared next to the girl in the painting. They seemed to be staring at each other.

What do?

>>298101

* there

Fuck my life.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>298101

Ask the old man to introduce him to his daughter(?) and make sure he knows you were just playing with him. Also introduce yourself. I wanna go for a neighbor so friendly everyone loves him. especially since we get that extra retard charm

Rolled 18, 11, 17 = 46 (3d20)

>>298107

fml, hit post by mistake

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>298101

prove to him that we can match his knowledge and attitude,

i dont need to fight in a war to know that the ak was a cheap ripoff of the stg 44 blyat.

soviet engineering was at its best when it was using original designes, thats why the saiga was the first magazin fed shotgun worth a damn.

after showing of our knowledge of /k shit wich includes russian and slav insults, make a small greeting to his dauther, showing her that its all in good fun.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>298101

We introduce ourselves to the girl.

>>298161

well ive seen a dokumentary that statet that the inventor of the original kalashnikov got the idea from retro engineering the german stg44.

im not a real /k/fag i just like guns, for example i know fuck all about the aspects of different cartredge types apart from a symple mass+speed=force equation.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>298156

rerolling this

>>298161

ok ive done some reading and you are right the ak47 was not a direct copy of the stg44.

Alexey Sudayev designed the as44 wich was a direct copy of captured trial prototypes of the stg44 the nazis used on the ostfront in late 1943.

during the competition for the next soviet main infantry weapon in 1945 after the war Mikhail Kalashnikov used these designes of the as44 combined with the piston of the mg43 and trigger mechanism of the m1 garant into a package wich was the ak47 prototype winning him the competition.

truth be tolt its still a rippoff but a very good one as in more then the sum of its parts good, so he definatly deserves credit for designing a great weapon.

http://www.subsim.com/radioroom/showthread.php?t=184734

>>298169

ok if this roll will stay the highest, maybe but in some /k/ autism wich is a little more factual then the shit i said.

further the oldfag was mainly talking about world war era guns so maybe stick to those.

i wonder on which battlefields he fought, winterwar, soviet defence during barbarossa, the clusterfuck that was stalingrad, soviet offence after kursk, or even the small scale civil uprisings before and after ww2, fucking timetravelers man

>>298213

>Fucked up spoilers

Fug. Anyway you guys decide where this should go.

As of now it seems we'll be having a pleasant argument, a drink, introducing ourselves, and other assorted tomfoolery.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>298564

I am! Rolling to see if you get a good night sleep afterwards posting the next update.

Writefag, where did you go?

>>296967 (OP)

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>>315564

>Bumping a months-dead CYOA

This is desecration

>>315564

"Thanks" for bumping this.

Got my hopes up it was still ongoing

>>315564

You little fug