Phantasmagoria

>>494273
Huh?where the fuck am i? Im Ace

>>494273
Alice.

>>494273
Freddie

>>494273
>Fred

>>494273
Freddie

>>494273
Freddie

Eidderd

Freddie.

Fredd

>>494323
>>494333
After a brief moment of deliberation, you finally manage to gather your thoughts. At the same time you almost wish you didn't remember what your actual name was. Fucking Freddie Alice.

Standing up and dusting himself off, he looks out to the woods. Something didn't seem right, there were evidence of people, however the entire camp was filled with empty tents. "Well, shit." Freddie breathes to himself, the silent deliberation broken by only just now noticing the large plumes of smoke emitting from what Freddie assumes is the way back.

Something doesn't seem entirely right, air itself feels heavier than it did before. Perhaps a fire started? Nonetheless, Freddie takes a moment to scan the nearby area. Simply trees and cheap fabric tents, three in total, however in the distance sounds of running water could be heard.

Around him, there is camp with a dying campfire in the middle of it amidst a small forest clearing, some supplies scattered around and the backpacks of several different people. You're not really sure where they are. However before he can finish that thought, Freddie spots a large pool of blood ebbing from within the tent.

>Throw your makeshift spooning log onto the tent in hopes to pin whatever could be in there down?

>Grab something to defend yourself with and investigate?

>Grab whatever you can in a hurry and run the fuck outta there.

>Your-Idea-Here
(Roll D20s for attempting an action.)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>497103
Grab a thick stick from the fire, or firewood stack to use as a weapon and investigate. If we can get an intact stick from the fire, swing it until the end catches fire again.

>>497109
(7) Panic setting in somewhat, Freddie immediately looks to the fire for a possible weapon with a little more sting than a mossy wet log. Unfortunately it seems that most have been burnt to a very short array of embers. Quickly assessing his surroundings, Freddie is easily able locate a stick that will set ablaze without wasting too much time, due to being covered with dry leaves and dry yet somewhat rotten wood, however he’d only be able to get in a single good whack with it before it crumbles.

Very temporary weapon in hand, Freddie makes his way towards the tent. Attempting to keep quiet but the snapping of small twigs underfoot creates distinct and sharp sound in the unearthly silence of the woods. The stench of blood is horrific, yet still Freddie pushes on. Readying the makeshift weapon and opening the fabric curtain slowly. Doing his best to push back a horrified reaction, Freddie studies the scene whilst trying not to vomit and unfortunately fails to do so.

>+1 to Mental Endurance. Mental Endurance: 1

This was definitely the remains of a corpse, however the body was covered with strange dark black holes all over it’s body. It was clear that these were the cause of death, however it definitely didn’t look like bullet wounds, but rather like maggots that feasted upon raw flesh. Kind of like some kind of wasp Freddie remembered watching a documentary about while stoned off of his face a few years ago. What a strange memory to be able to recall, considering a lot of the more important details are obscure. Watching the body for a while, to determine a lack of movement just in case a swarm of creepy crawlies decide you’d make a great hive burst out. Fortunately, nothing.

Finally freed of any potential harm, Freddie takes a deep breath and takes note of what he currently has on him. Nothing but an old photo, arms wrapped around someone rather inconsequential now. An ex, but that wasn’t the importance to the picture, being able to see even an old photo of himself assisted in his brain jumping forward about fifty paces to remembering the rest of the basic information. Freddie at least remembers he is somewhat young, somewhere between late teens and mid twenties in the very least.

Slowly, the information gathers once again. He had a job, however was freshly fired from it and considered this camping trip to be some kind of blow out. Who exactly is, Freddie Alice?

(Profession will be relevant to setting up what kind of base skills Freddie has, along with what type of person he is. IE if you make a fat-bastard he’s going to suck athletics, the usual.)

(Oh and I`ll start up drawfaggotry once you lot tell me what Freddie looks like. Environment on the way.)

>>497135
Freddie worked as a junior park guide while finishing his senior year at high school, fired due to flipping his shit on tourist being stupid in the woods.

Physique is slightly athletic and lean from hiking but obviously does not lift, bro. Red hair, pale skin, we ginger now.

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>>497192
(Going forward, anyone is welcome to join. But for now it`ll go for the quicker responses to get things goin.)

Mind much clearer, Freddie remembers what exactly had happened to get him out here within the forest. However still no recollection on the pincushion laying inside of the tent. Clearly something here isn't right, Freddie knew that it'd probably be for the best to get the hell out of here and let someone know that there's a corpse laying around.

In the area, Freddie sees a few backpacks, still not sure where the rest of his friends had gotten off to, or even really what they looked like. Okay, pull yourself together Freddie, he thought to himself and started drawing together at least some sort of game plan.

What should Freddie do first?

>Scavenge for any sort of useful equipment? The torch isn't going to last long, but the others you came here with might be screwed over if you loot everything.

>Try searching for the survivors? That is assuming that they actually survived.

>Book it and get the fuck back to the city.

>>497230
We can't do anything for other people we don't even know are alive. let's take one of the packs and fill it with whatever we can scavenge that will help us survive.

>>497230
I vote we grab a pack and book it (assuming there is some stuff in it) I wouldn't want to wait around for the maggots or whatever killed the guy.

>>497233
>>497407
Deciding that hunting for the rest of his friends that might actually not even be alive, Freddie decides to rummage through the nearby packs. You find a flashlight, enough food to last you at least a week, a small collapsible shovel, a camping knife and a small axe that you assume was used to get the wood to construct the fire. However a lot of the gear is missing, considering each pack should come with it's own set of tools. Maybe the ones Freddie came in with had the same idea? However amidst the collection of useful items, you find an unlabeled pill bottle, inside there are several small blue, and translucent tablets. Maybe this was what Freddie took last night? Tussling his shaggy ginger curls and attempting to remember what exactly the effect these tablets had. Drawing a blank, yet thinking it might be useful, he pockets them as well.

Fully stocked pack and now equipped with a weapon far more useful than a rotted stick, Freddie sets off towards the direction leading back to the city. Thanks to his background of being a park guide, maneuvering the forest was incredibly easy. It felt refreshing to move through the trees as the temperate breeze helped Freddie clear his head further.

>Perk: Accomplished Hiker. Able to quickly move through forestry and other wilderness terrain, along with knowledge on basic survival skills.

After only a few hours, Freddie had made his way to the outskirts of the city. A sound made him freeze immediately in his tracks and listen further, a faint wet cracking could be heard directly ahead. Sounds of snapping bones, labored breathing and exertion. Readying his weapon, Freddie pondered the next best action to take. Properly armed now, but at the same time Freddie had no idea what exactly to expect.

>Continue, weapon in hand and attempt to surprise whatever is producing the noise?

>Get a closer look, and try to see if you can sneak past it?

>Take the long way around, and attempt to give the source of the noise a wide berth?

>Input-here.

(Roll a d20 for success.)

>>499378
1d20
Rush whats making the noise with the axe yelling a warcry
If that isn't allowed then
>Continue, weapon in hand and attempt to surprise whatever is producing the noise?

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>499378
-Get a closer look, and try to see if you can sneak past it?

We just woke up disoriented, and have never fought before. Let's see what it is but not risk dying this early.

>>499411
dice+1d20
Sorry for being a retard.

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>>499710
{{ You gotta stick that in the options field m8. But no worries it's my first time doing a quest anyway. I`ll cont with whoever gets the highest roll, since there ain't enough playing to break the tie. }}

>>499710
Welp i give up complete newfag who can't even roll a dice apparently so disregard my vote.

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>499727

>>499497

Freddie decides, despite how much confidence the rather small axe of +1 twig extermination provides, it'd be a better idea to get a handle on what exactly he's dealing with at the moment. Using the trees as cover, and being careful to not step on any dead foliage, Freddie pushes on. Finally within sight, he peers slowly from behind the tree, hoping that it was just an animal that killed a camper or something.

Instead, a far more disturbing sight greeted him. Now finding his buddies he'd gone camping with, their bodies littered the floor. Fluorescent colourful vests splattered with blood and gore, above them stood a man in his late thirties wearing a business suit tarnished with a mixture of mud, sweat and viscera, some fresh some old, all of which stained deeply into the once dark blue suit. The man said nothing, simply bringing his axe down again and again, hacking the bodies into easily consumable pieces whilst ritualistically applying the blood in the shape of an eye all over every part of bare flesh.

Attempting to gag back a scream, and succeeding, the harrowing experience of earlier finding the hole riddled corpse had already begun to steel Freddie's resolve, and at least prepare himself to be presented with violence. After the initial shock, his mind began to calm somewhat, and continued to watch the behavior of what one could easily assume is the murderer.

>+1 to Mental Endurance. Mental Endurance: 2

Something else was disturbing about this scene too, something that suggested this was more than a delusional psychopath finally losing all touch with reality. The man's eyes were closed the entire time, however it moved deliberately and with purpose. Now moving onto the trees nearby, adorning them with the same eyes and taking it's time to wrap the intestines along trees. For a moment, the initial thought that came to mind was almost a sort of... Viscous territory marking. Axe at the ready, Freddie was goddamn well ready to escape this scene. But luckily he hesitated for awhile, one of the bushes moved far away from the man. From the sound of it, it was obviously just the wind blowing through but, even while facing in the complete opposite direction with his eyes still closed, they heel turned and immediately begun approaching .

But how? How did this strange... Thing even hear the bush move? It didn't hear Freddie approach yet it distinctly seems to be investigating the bush, weapon in hand. Then he sees it, an eye painted on one of the tree trunks facing towards the bush.

What do you want to do?

>Charge in there while it's distracted and surprise attack?

>That's enough observing, continue sneaking through while it's back is turned.

>Try to sneak around the marked treeline.

>Input your own.

{{ ROLL EM D20s }}

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>499807
>Charge in there while it's distracted and surprise attack?
With a warcry of course.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>499807
I say we stay back enough to see the stranger, but don't leave. Let's wait for him to leave the marked territory and ambush him as he travels. We have food and water. We must have vengeance for his murders, but we can't surprise it with the eye markers there.

>>499827
>>499821

After awhile of waiting. You realize that this man almost has the mind of some sort of fiercely territorial animal. It seems to refuse to leave the territory it has already claimed for itself. But instead, to spread it as far as it can. As thirty minutes of observation goes by, it has painted another five trees in the blood of Freddie's murdered friends, spreading it's area of observation. Suddenly Freddie feels a well of anger building deep inside of him, just like that time he bet the shit out of a camper which lead him to being fired in the first place.

Despite being able go around, it does not seem to be moving. But rather trying to determinedly unify it's territory. Making it's movement at least somewhat predictable. However this affront to humanity was causing the deep seeded rage to bloom, let alone how it massacred your friends.

Out of options, but not desiring to sneak away and let it escape vengeance, Freddie waits till the man moves to the frontier of it's claimed territory. Axe at the ready, as Freddie leaps forward, putting the entire momentum of his body behind the axe. Unfortunately due to it's poor leverage as well as Freddie's own lack of combat training the weapon misses the man's neck and instead finds itself buried deep within the top of his shoulder bone, feeling it cut through to the point where Freddie felt the sickening crunch it's clavicle being shattered. Luckily it was on the same side as the weapon the man held, causing the being to drop it's similar weapon. However the creature is still coming at you, mouth ajar and clearly trying to scream in rage, with it's eyes still tightly closed. However to sound comes out, clearly the man is screaming judging by the expression seen, however not a bit of noise is emitted. It attempts to lunge at you.

>Attempt to pull your weapon free.

>Go for the similar hiking axe your opponent dropped during the surprise attack.

>Kick the creature back and attempt to gain some distance, but risk becoming weaponless.

>Input-yo-own.

Rollrollroll.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>499877
>Go for the similar hiking axe your opponent dropped during the surprise attack.

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>>499886
WELL FUCK.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>499886
Hoping QM allows supporting critical failure rolls.

>>499892
Sweet mother of god... are we dead? I think we're dead.

>>499886
>>499892
That was a quick quest.

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>>499892
>>499886

{{ I LEAVE YOU GUYS ALONE FOR LIKE THIRTY MINUTES. At least the supported roll isn't a crit-fail was well. }}

As Freddie reaches down to retrieve his weapon, however flings himself with such momentum that Freddie sails straight past the weapon and crashes with the ground hard.
>Mouthful of dirt obtained!
The man, now standing directly over the failing, flailing Freddie brings it's foot down hard upon his chest, feeling the devastating crack and flow of immense pain course through him as a rib has clearly been badly shattered by this attack. Now operating on a pure animistic fight or flight response, Freddie quickly grabs for the axe laying next to him, still on his back. Taking this chance to provide a few quick swipes, forcing the opponent to at least create a gap between the two of them.

>Freddie takes two major injury points. One remains.

>Due to dire injury, Adrenaline Response has activated for the next attack. Advantage on attack, roll twice.

Feeling the instinct and rage building, Freddie readies himself to kill or die trying. The longer this fight gets drawn out, the greater the damage done to those much needed internal organs. The man grins menacingly, clearly happy with how badly it had wounded it's inept prey. At this point, Freddie is stuck on his back. The time required to get up and ready himself for an attack would mean the creature would have enough time to be upon you in mere seconds.

>Attempt to throw the axe at the enemy?

>Wait until it draws close to attack and try to kill it first?

>Cry for mother.

>Input.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>500018
Acting more on panicked instinct than actual thought, Freddie pulls the flashlight from the pack shoulder-strap and shines it directly at one of the blood eyes nearby.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>500018
Jerk up far enough so you an bite off his balls.