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Lost in the Seventies 2017-06-27 01:48:06 Post No. 1617252
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Lost in the Seventies
Teller-of-Tales (ID: !!Lnfkb22KAxo)
2017-06-27 01:48:06
Post No. 1617252
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Character Sheet: https://pastebin.com/EcuPAVps
Dice system: rolls are all d10's. 8, 9, and 10 are successes. Unless stated otherwise on the sheet, 10's and only 10's explode into additional dice (this is called 10-again). Willpower is spent to increase a roll by 3 dice.
Previous thread: >>1589068
Now:
You jerk awake in the middle of a parking lot. It's pitch-dark all around, except for a street lamp above you. Real foggy, too. Now... the last thing you remember...
Then:
"How much longer am I gonna have to stand like this?" You ask Suit. He's got you in the middle of a big, snarled-up bunch of chalk circles with symbols all around it while three dudes in robes mumble something out of a book.
"A few more minutes, Mr. Freedman. This is a complicated spell to cast." You see a couple of small rocks skitter around the outer edge of the chalk, like they were being kicked along by some invisible guy.
"This ain't going to melt my brains out my ears or something, is it? My head ain't gonna spin around and puke everywhere?"
That gets Suit to smile one of his razor-thin, blink-and-you'll-miss-it grins. "No, Mr. Freedman. It will just exonerate you from your half of the arrangement you struck; and for the record, do avoid that sort of thing if you can. Your country needs you angry. Now, I have one more assignment for you and your unit, before you can go home. It should be... quite fast..."
Now:
And that's it. Fade to goddamn black. Spell must have worked though, because you feel like hitting something.
>(Wrath) Walk over to the street lamp and punch it
>Strike out in a random direction through the fog
>Write-In
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>>1617252
>(Wrath) Walk over to the street lamp and punch it
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>>1617252
>(Wrath) Walk over to the street lamp and punch it
Punch it softly, mind you. We can't afford to break one of our hands.
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>>1617457
As you look down at the ground while shaking your hand, you spot a piece of paper with writing on it on the ground. You pick it up:
BLACK
That's what it says. Huh. You stick it in your shirt pocket. It strikes you: you aren't in a combat uniform. You don't got a gun. Grey shirt, black trousers. Boring as paint. Hell.
Well, you've gotta find SOMETHING. You pick a direction and start walking.
Later:
You don't know how long it's been. Feels like it's been... a bit, but your head's all fuzzy. It's like those moments when you're laying in bed trying to go to sleep, and you feel like you've been laying there so long you should have dust and mold and shit on you, and you roll over and look at the clock and it's been five minutes: that kind of feeling. Anyways, looks like there's a factory here: made out of old, crumbling brick. Got a tall chimney and a- what the hell's it called?- cupola or buttress or whatever, one of those fat tower things that jut up a bit from the building. Looks like there's a light on up there. Maybe whoever's up there can tell you what the hell this place is.
>Yell up there: maybe there's a window open.
>Take a closer look at the area around the factory.
>Try and find a door to go in.
>Write-In
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>>1617492
>Take a closer look at the area around the factory.
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>>1617492
>Take a closer look at the area around the factory.
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Rolled 6, 10, 3, 10 = 29 (4d10)
>>1617593
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>>1617613
>>1617628
Place doesn't look as much like shit when you look at it closer: there's some vines growing on it and it's dingy, but the bricks look solid. There's a door nearby, looks like some kind of employee entrance: there's a little lamp sticking out, but the light's burnt out.
There's also some graffiti on a wall:
SAFE
Huh.
>Yell up there: maybe there's a window open.
>Try and find a door to go in.
>Walk back out into the fog
>Write-In
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>>1617685
>Try and find a door to go in.
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>>1617685
>>Try and find a door to go in.
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>>1617813
>>1618784
You try the employee entrance first; it's open.
The room past the entrance looks like a loading bay: there's a forklift squatting in one corner like an ugly iron pig, and shelf after shelf of dust-covered crates.
You hear something topple over behind you, and whirl around. Roll Wits + Composure (4 dice).
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Rolled 8, 4, 5, 1 = 18 (4d10)
>>1618839
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Rolled 9, 5, 10, 6 = 30 (4d10)
>>1618839
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Rolled 6, 5, 8, 6 = 25 (4d10)
>>1618839
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Rolled 7 (1d10)
>>1619700
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>>1619700
Shit. There's something behind that shelf. It crawls out slowly, and- oh, SHIT, it's a spider. A spider the size of, like, a Great Dane, and twice as hairy. It stares at you with all eight of its big-ass, freaky-ass eyes. It's legs are lightly drumming on the ground. Doesn't seem like it's about to attack, but how the fuck should you know? You know how to read the body language of people, not fucking massive spiders.
>(Wrath) Squash this bug.
>Throw shit at it until it leaves.
>Try and communicate with it.
>Ignore it.
>Write-In
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>>1619799
>>Ignore it.
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>>1619799
>Try and communicate with it.
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>>1619799
>Try and communicate with it.
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>>1619799
>>Try and communicate with it.
Let's see if the squatch is a bug whisperer.
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>>1620823
>>1620884
>>1621847
You wave slightly at the spider. "Hey... spider. You speak English? Know where anyone else is?... did you eat them?"
The spider "stares" at you for a few seconds, then scuttles over to one of the shelves and... pulls some silk out of its ass. Nasty. You mean, you knew that's where spiderwebs come from, but when it's that big...
anyways, it scuttles off down the hall, leaving a string of silk behind it. A few dozen feet down, it turns around briefly and... flicks its front legs around at you. Huh.
>Follow it
>This is a fucking trap, fuck this shit
>Write-In
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>>1621889
>>Follow it
Huh, pet spider is a go.
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>>1621889
>Follow it
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>>1621968
>>1621996
You follow the line down the hall, around a corner, through a service tunnel or something, and up a flight of stairs to... looks like a factory floor. Empty, and dusty; doesn't look like it's been used in ages. The silk line ends here, and the spider's nowhere to be seen-
You hear something land behind you, and snap around to see some dreadlocked motherfucker in cargo shorts and a floral shirt standing behind you. It's... damn, what's his name? Anasi, yeah, that's it! One of the other magic people in your new unit.
"'Ey, big guy! Fank Jah I find you, eh? You 'member anyfing 'boot 'ow we aind up 'ere? Or... what place this be, or anyfing. Las' I 'member, I be unwinding in canteen, an' den, BOOM! I be laying on roofa dis place."
>Nope, same kind of deal here.
>Suit said something about a mission.
>You seen a giant spider around here?
>You been looking around here?
>Write-In
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>>1622708
>>Suit said something about a mission.
>>You seen a giant spider around here?
Where'd spiderbro go?
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>>1622708
>Suit said something about a mission.
>You seen a giant spider around here?
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>>1622761
>>1622771
"Suit said something about a mission. Hey... you seen a giant spider 'round here?"
Anasi stares at you for a second, grin widening. "Yah, might 'ave done, yeh could say dat." He sniggers.
"What's so funny?"
"Eh, nat a fing, naat a fing. Now c'mon, less try an' figua oot was goan on 'ere."
>(Wrath) You makin' fun of me?
>Seriously, man. Have you seen a big-ass spider around here?
>(Go along with him)
>Write-In
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>>1623392
>Seriously, man. Have you seen a big-ass spider around here?
"Wait, was that you?"
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>>1623392
Alright let's get going ya joint-rolling, eight-legged hippie.
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>>1623431
>>1623581
"Hold on... you're the spider?"
Anasi gives you a look. "Naa, I be Richard Nixon. Me callsign be Anasi, ye bombaclaat! Trickster Anasi! Naa, less geon wit' it: I ain't searched dis place yeh. Too big foora one-man job."
Anasi grabs a nearby prybar heads down the assembly line towards one of the machines. You shrug, and start looking around.
Roll Wits + Composure (4 dice)
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Rolled 10, 2, 5, 8 = 25 (4d10)
>>1624419
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Rolled 1, 6, 3, 2 = 12 (4d10)
>>1624419
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Rolled 1 (1d10)
>>1624428
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Rolled 8, 4, 9, 4 = 25 (4d10)
>>1624419
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Rolled 6, 7, 6, 5 = 24 (4d10)
>>1624428
>>1624444
This machinery looks all... fancy and shit, like something you'd see in the Auto Belt, but... there's something not right with it. It looks fake. You can't say why, exactly, but it does. There's something wrong with the walls, too... you get this weird since of fakeness from them as well...
The ground suddenly starts shaking, and you feel a nasty, pulling feeling in the pit of your stomach. The room starts spinning around you like you're on a merry-go-round or something, and... the machinery's started moving! The fancy robot arms snap up and start moving at a blinding pace, grabbing bits of debris and metal and smashing them against the non-functioning assembly line. One of the arms lunges at you, and only JUST fails to reach you. Looking down the line, you see Anasi swinging his prybar desperately at the arms. You hear a sound like a million foghorns coming from the walls, and see a light flaring from Anasi's end of the room. You THINK you could try and rescue him, but... those arms are fast, and look like they could fuck you, or Anasi, up real good.
Rolling passive Occult...
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>>1625382
You have no clue what the fuck's causing this or anything.
>(Brawl) Unleash your inner wrecking ball: smash these arms before they can hurt the two of you.
>(Athletics) Time to get out of here: Grab Anasi and run.
>Every man for himself: you ain't waiting around for these arms to rip you up or that light to get any closer.
>(Crafts) Find some way to shut these arms off!
>Write-In
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>>1625388
>(Brawl) Unleash your inner wrecking ball: smash these arms before they can hurt the two of you.
Activate Might of the Terrible Brute and smash all the arms between us and Anasi. I think we have the requirement covered.
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>>1625696
This. Fuck their shit up.
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>>1627395
...And charge the thicket of arms.
Roll Strength + Brawl +2 -3 (6 dice). Remember that you can spend a point of Glamour to add a die, and a point of Willpower to add 3 dice.
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Rolled 5, 7, 1, 8, 4, 6, 1 = 32 (7d10)
>>1627403
>Roll Strength + Brawl +2 -3 (6 dice). Remember that you can spend a point of Glamour to add a die,
Spending Glamour, now's a good time.
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Rolled 2, 2, 6, 2, 10, 6, 10 = 38 (7d10)
>>1627403
spending glamour
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Rolled 9, 10 = 19 (2d10)
>>1628618
pop
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Rolled 5 (1d10)
>>1628624
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>>1628618
>>1628624
You smash through the wall of arms like a wrecking ball, ripping them off of their stands and hurling them at each other until you reach Anasi. There, you grab two of the arms by the "hands" and SQUEEZE until they're reduced to sparking piles of metal junk. Anasi laughs.
"Fanks foah taking dose two off'f me 'ands! Lemme jus' deal wit' dis one, den..." Anasi drops to the ground as the remaining arm lunges at him, spins on his back, and flicks the bar into the arm's actuator. It goes down, sparking. Anasi does another half-spin and flips upright in a fluid motion.
"RIGHT on dat, eh?"
You hear another of those horrid howling blasts, and the light at the far end seems to start moving towards Anasi and you at a fair clip. You can't see what's making it, or what's beyond it, come to think of it: it's like everything past it's just... gone.
>Run!
>Let it come
>Write-In
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>>1628897
>Run!
Bust out of the wall with Ogre's Rending Grasp.
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>>1629074
this
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>>1629074
Thirded
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>>1631104
...And swing. Strength + Brawl -2 (5 dice)
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Rolled 6, 5, 9, 2, 6 = 28 (5d10)
>>1631109
>5 dice
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Rolled 8, 10, 10, 8, 4 = 40 (5d10)
>>1631109
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Rolled 9, 8 = 17 (2d10)
>>1631360
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Rolled 8, 10, 1, 5, 10 = 34 (5d10)
>>1631109
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Rolled 7, 3 = 10 (2d10)
>>1631987
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>>1631360
>>1631365
Like waves on the shore, your fists pound again and again, until finally, the wall gives way. You fall forward through the gap and into...
A rose garden. It's bright out: the sun shines gaily in the blue sky. Somewhere, you hear a child laughing. You turn around: Anasi is with you, but there's no sign of any kind of damn wall behind you: just a white picket fence and a billboard that says
NUMBER
And rolling grassy hills off into the distance.
>(Occult) Try and figure out what the shit's going on.
>Follow the laughter
>Hop the fence and go over to the billboard
>Write-In
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>>1632104
>(Occult) Try and figure out what the shit's going on.
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>>1632104
>(Occult) Try and figure out what the shit's going on.
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Rolled 7, 5, 10, 6 = 28 (4d10)
>>1635758
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Rolled 10 (1d10)
>>1635799
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Rolled 2 (1d10)
>>1635804
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Rolled 3, 5, 3, 7 = 18 (4d10)
>>1635758
>4d10
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Rolled 2, 1, 6, 10 = 19 (4d10)
>>1635758
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Rolled 7 (1d10)
>>1638257
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>>1635799
>>1635804
Something just doesn't feel right about any of this. Everything seems... too blurry, too out-of-focus. It feels... shit, are you dreaming or something? No, this ain't like a dream you'd have... Shit. You're in someone else's dream, ain't you?
>Try and Get Out
>You're Here For a Reason: Press On
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>>1638328
Inform the others that were probably in a dream
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>>1638652
Going with this next thread, I guess. Need to take a break for the rest of the week: family obligations.
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>>1641495
Thanks qm. I've been busy with family stuff for a while so i haven't been able to participate much, here's hoping it'll clear up for all anons by next week
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