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>>310209
>Krag the Intrepid
>Navigation
>A tribal explorer
>Energy drinks

>>310209
Name:Philip Tillery
Specialty: MAAAGIC
Before Bumness: MAAAAGIC teacher
Vice: Pop aka Soda

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>>310234
Reaching into your pocket you clasp your last One Punch Drink and chug it as if it were Gunaki bite anecdote. Wiping your mouth, you chuck the can over.

Reaching down you grab your spear and begin to walk down the alley. You see the field, jam packed with slaves, merchants, whores, and guards mill about.

Your stomache lightly grumbles.

>What do you do?

>>309872

*see

Goddamn it, looks like I've gotten a bit rusty

>>309872
Well we gotta be named Police Girl

>>309872

Alan Fang aka Abridged Alucard

>>309504
>>What did I take with me?

>>309508
You pat yourself down. You check your pack.
You have exactly...
1x G3A3 assault rifle chambered in 7.62x51mm NATO round, which you have 93 of in three separate magazines.
2x M67 Fragmentation Grenades
5x MRE packets from your backpack
1x 500ml Army Canteen (200ml of Clean Water)
2x Medical Packets, including bandages and water disinfectant tablets
1x UN Olive Drab uniform (Boots, shirt, and Pants)
1x MOLLE olive drab backpack
A map, compass, and a radio set to only work with military frequencies

After making sure you have everything, you settle down in your little alcove. Jesus, what are you gonna do? The base was probably attacked by some angry warlord, but that was the fiercest they've ever been. You look towards the south, where you came. All you see is smoke and the outline of the encampment. God, how? You're in a foreign land, where the people hate you and don't speak your language? You don't know where to go...

>Back south to the encampment, maybe people survived.
>North, checking the map a small village should be there
>East towards Ethiopia, hoping to run into a convoy or some semblance of the UN
>West towards the Arabian Sea, hoping to get to the Suez, to British hands.

>>309527
>Back south to the encampment, maybe people survived.

Play with the strange brown thing.
See if you can make it top over without the people noticing you are there.

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>Play with strange brown thing. See if you can make it top over without the people noticing you are there

Oh what fun! You have never flapped your wings this hard before! You become so busy trying to have fun with the strange brown thing, you completely forget that people are there!

Rolled 17, 11, 8, 2, 4, 8 = 50 (6d20)

i roll to obtain an urection

>>305775
i empty my pockets to see what's inside

>>305775
Do our morning ritual of getting drunk.

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>>305792
>>305794

The lack of pockets on your cloths make such task difficult, but a quick inventory check reveals that no bandit has stolen any of your belongings in the night.

You're pretty lucky for that- it was stupid of you to just lay down for the night in these wild lands.

Inventory includes:

>raisins

>simple short sword

>four days of bread

>map

>Peter

You open up the large leather bag, gently letting out the struggling cargo. Peter was getting hungry. You watch Peter eat some nearby thorns while trying to get some spirit out of whatever was left in your raisins.

One would think that they'd be able to get some kick out of three raisins the size of their head, but alas, you feel just as sober as before. You carefully place the raisin seeds back in the leather bag, saving them for later.

>>304347
>>Use the treeline

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Rolled 1 (1d2)

reposting shitty map

also didn't realise that the vote was a tie, will flip a coin.

1 is treeline
2 is ruins

I'll catch up to this later. Tonight is Firefly RPG night for me. See you in a few hours.

wow 304030 that's pretty good right!

>>304030
This is a story of trivial life as a Store Clerk, a regular job someones gotta do, and that's you. Matthew Clark. Full time Employee of 9/11. The most monotonous General Store in Wintergren Valley.

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Ok, 9/11 general store!

>>302083
Actually, its 4. But lets just do that last 2 instead of going all 4/4.
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>>302083

-Anjali-


You remain quiet.

Watching him silently for what you judge to be a good while, you finally conclude that he has no ulterior motives - or those that would bring you harm. Yes, he was with bad people - your captors. He was one of them. But he did help you. The fire was likely his doing. Although, that does not do much in improving you judgement of the man. Lets set the warehouse on fire. The warehouse
that has a tied-up girl in it. Yes!

Very nice.

But he had risked the wrath of the other two - and apparently experienced it. You find it hard to blame a person when they are in midst of coughing blood and wearing a nose that points that way as a result of trying to save your life. And he did succeed.

That, and he is likely to know what you dont. Like where you are. Your family. What happened. And how this come to be. You also need to ask about your loss of memory.

If you recall, you read from a book that this is formally called amnesia. Books. You recognize a silent and safe sort of comfort. You must have liked books. You feel you spent a great deal of time with them, amassing knowledge with each ingestion of a word, utterance of a vowel. Your sacred sanctuary of page and ink. But of all that knowledge, nothing would confer a solution to your...problem - this world beyond nightmares. But you will not probe a dying man for information. That, you refuse.

The car has slowed and you look out the window.

The place you had the pleasure of waking up to happened to only be cluster of ruination. Beyond that, would be a more barren view, an expanse of land with scarce plant life cloaked with the white of winter. There were more clusters, of course, but the land upheld - like its prior - a policy of dispopulation. You had not seen a single other person since your departure. Perhaps they prefered solitude?

And then there was the rotful stench that filled the air. It would occasionally file into the automobile through the open windows. But now, the view that beholded you was more...cumulative. Destruction so much - no. Amongst all of what you recognize as houses, a sure indicator of life, there was an ominous silence.

Again.

That silence.

A forboding whisper of what had happened. And what may come. Like rows and rows of enormous tombstones.

Dead gods.

Trees frequent the area - their skeletons haunting. And the stench from earlier has grown exponentially...

[3/4]

____________

By the way, this is during the winter. You have inadequate clothing and you're cold as fuck.

>>302083
>>302124

-Dan-


Dangerous territory

But you had no choice. They would have followed you if you had just relocated to a remote location, the nearest home per say. You had to come to...here. A bold gamble. But also your only hope.

The houses would have supplies. Supplies you would need to treat your injuries. The outskirts would be the safest, at least. Like here. You stop the car.

The houses look, for the most part, similar. One on the furthest right has its curtains closed. The one just opposite doesnt look particularly distinctive. The closest left was obviously disturbed. The door is open and the top floor window is broken, a telling red stain on the white lawn. The closest house right to you is relatively normal, having only two of its windows almost completely to a close - if that provides any information at all.

Your wounds pound to the beat of your heart. And you notice you've lost much heat since your escape with the girl - your teethare chattering and your body quivers.

You need to act now.

Which one do you choose to rest and tend your wounds in?

>House, right
>House, left
>House, right furthest
>House, left furthest

>>302140
>>House, right
random house choice?

kill your dog then shove its tail up yer arse

>>301005

Headbutt the knight

>>301005
Bardic performance

>>296190
Feign death.

>>296190
Search for a gap beneath the fence and escape like the moronic animal you are.

>>296199
This

>>312911
Aww yeah, quest time.

I'll vote female just to change stuff a little bit.

Last time it was a roll of a d2 to decide, but we'll see how nice I'm feeling! Waiting for more bumps!

>>312912
>>312915
Oh, if we run a female hero does that mean we gotta pop out a kid before entering the dungeon?

Also changing my vote to roll dice, gender shouldnt affect much the quest anyway.

>>308994

chanchan.
Where we talk about other imageboards.

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Rolled 80 (1d100)

Dorfchan.

>>308999
yours is boring. i'm going with this one >>309002

Would've written more if i knew how little i actually wrote.

>>318862
Ignore it. Sharks can't jump, right?

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>>318867
>Deciding to ignore the shark, you look above you and take in your surroundings. You are mesmerized at the town you find yourself in. Sadly before you can take in the sights in full detail you feel something smash against your dingy, almost upturning it and you into the murky waters below. Deciding that it's about time you leave, you get ready to ditch the dingy and swim to the nearby dock.

>Anything you want to do before you leave?

>>313677
Use sunlight to read the note without opening the letter. Just in case we lose it, we can recite the letter to her.

>>313685
This. Also look to see if your being followed.

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>>313685
The sun's not quite bright enough yet to see through the envelope with it, but you hold the letter up to a bright candle on some civilian's windowsill. It takes you a handful of minutes to turn the letter over and decipher it's entirety.

...The man writes like an ape. You have the feeling the captain of the guard does not take rejection well. And if that happens, god knows what will happen to you. This will take enormous revision or the most fantastic bullshittery salesmanship on your part.

You stash the letter away in your snazzy scarf.

>>313709
The streets are quite dead, considering how early it is in the day. The only movement you've been able to detect was a man stumbling home from a tavern, now long gone.

>>313330
To get a goddamn job. Preferably as a Store Clerk

>>313330

Check out the person who are sitting on the bench.

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>>313348
You walk over to the man on the bench. He doesn't seem to be paying attention to you.