Nazi Experimental Quest 15: Please Archive Edition

>>613756
>Send a token force of soldiers.

>>613756
>This is easy, send plenty of lycanthrope and human soldiers.

Waiting fifteen minutes

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Rolling

1=Send a detachment!
2=Send a large amount of soldiers.

"Send a large amount of soldiers, comrade. Now... Is there anything else?"

You have sent your conscripts to the frontlines!

"There's a critical lack of soldiers, sir."

"No volunteers?"

"None comrade."

Actions

>...We don't need any new soldiers.
>Have you tried conscription?
>Just infect people and force them into the army, alright?
>Maybe we can persuade people to join somehow?
>Write In

>>613777
>>Maybe we can persuade people to join somehow?

"Maybe we can convince people to sign up?"

"How, comrade?"

"Well..."

Current Treasury: $1000

Actions

>I'll do a speech or something. Sounds fun.
>Put some posters up. (Cost: $300)
>Put an ad on the TV, ok? (Cost: $800)
>Nevermind. That will cost too much.
>Write In

>>613789
>>I'll do a speech or something. Sounds fun.

"I'll give a speech or something. People love speeches."

"Right."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing, comrade."

Actions

>Anything of interest happening?
>Would you mind if we talked?
>Just curious... What happened to my friends?
>Where's Karkmann?
>Have you adjusted to being a lycanthrope?
>How good is our army?
>I'll see you around.

>>613809
>Anything of interest happening?
>Just curious... What happened to my friends
Conquistador quest when

>>613809
>>How good is our army?
>Anything of interest happening?

Eventually in a day or two.

"Anything interesting happening?"

"No, not as far as I can tell. Besides a handful of cases for unlawful eating of humans."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm... Say, what happened to my friends?"

"They're still trying to get used to the infection. They're in Karkmann`s office I believe."

"How's our army looking?"

"...Bad, comrade. It could be better."

Actions

>How are my friends doing?
>I'll be going now.
>...Werewolves are eating people? Why?
>Any specifics on how bad our army is?
>Anything diplomatic wise?
>Who's winning in the current war?
>Write In
>Write In

>>613835
>I'll be going now

"Right, well I'll see you around, Dem."

After a little bit you head inside, where you see one of the American politicians is on the phone.

"Sir?"

You look down at the human American, who's offering you the phone. It's clear he's nervous.

Actions

>What is it? I'm busy.
>Later, ok?
>I don't bite, American.
>Pat him on the head.
>Write In

>>613850
>>Pat him on the head.

You begin patting him on the head.


"Why ar-"

"Just let it happen."
You continue patting him.

"The president wants to talk to you. Can you stop? It's weird."

Actions

>What does he want?
>No. I'm going to continue.
>Huh? Sorry.
>Give me the phone.
>Later, ok?
>Write In

>>613870
>>Give me the phone.

You give him one more pat and grab the phone from him.

"...Hello?"

"This is Stojan Kopanski, right?"

"Yes? It's king by the way."

"...I am President Franklin Roosevelt."

"Nice to meet you."

"...Ah."

Actions

>Why do you want to talk to me?
>Just to get this out of the way, Werewolves do eat people.
>Roosevelt? Just curious, why did you want an alliance?
>How's the war against Japan going?
>Write In

>>613898
>>Why do you want to talk to me?

>>613898
Aren't you supposed to be dead already?

I'm continuing in two hours, got worl.

Small update.

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"...I thought my impression of the late Roosevelt was good. I'm president Truman."

"What do you want?"

"I was recently told about you and your rebellion by my secretary of state, while Congress authorized the war against the USSR."

"So you don't know who I am?"

"I'd like to meet you. I prefer meeting face to face for meetings."

Actions

>Erh, sure. I'd like that too.
>...Is that a good idea with me being a lycanthrope?
>Sorry, but no.
>For how long?
>Can I bring anyone?
>Write In

>>614038
>Can I bring anyone?

"Can I bring anyone?"

"As long as its not a security concern. And enough to fit in a car or truck."

"...When is it?"

"A day or two."

"Ah..."

Actions

>Well, nevermind...
>I'd be honored!
>Well... Here's who I'm bringing then... (Specify Who)
>Hang on, I'm going to the USA?
>Write in

>>614121
>I'd be honored!
>Well... Here's who I'm bringing then... (Specify Who)
>Daciana and Leopold

>>614151
Seconded

"I'd be honored, mister president. I'll be bringing two people, Daciana, a romanian, and Leopold, a German."

"Who are they?"

"Oh..."

Actions

>...Erh, both of them are fascists.
>They're good friends, of course!
>Erh, actually I'm bringing someone else.
>Do you have a problem with fascists?
>Write In

>>614249
>They're good friends, of course!
>Do you have a problem with fascists?

"They're good friends of course! Now, do you have a problem with fascists?"

"Well... Yes. They are a threat to democracy and fair, honest government."

"Oh."

"Why are you asking me this?"

"I was... Curious?"

"Well, I'll arrive in Amsterdam in a day or two."

"So we aren't going the USA?"

"No, sadly. I have a meeting for internal security in Paris for NATO's well being."

"...I'll come as soon as possible."

"I'll see you in Amsterdam then."

You accidently snap the phone off it's wire, disconnecting it. That's one way to hang up...

You decide to find Leopold, which seems to take a while. Eventually you track down his smell to that of a store, and see a blond haired man buying groceries, an awful lot of meat. You even hear him crack a joke about a werewolf girlfriend. He smells just like Leopold, but... He's human?

You watch him from the doorway... And approach.

Actions

>...Leopold? Is that you?
>Your seeing things. Leave and find Daciana.
>Grab him, yank him up, and demand to know what happened to Leopold!
>Grab him and pat him on the head. This is new Interrogation device.
>Write In

>>614323
>...Leopold? Is that you?

If not.

>Grab him and pat him on the head. This is new Interrogation device

"Leopold?"

He looks at you.

"Erh, hi Stojan."

"Why the hell are you a human?"

"I can't explain, but I can shift now. It just hurts worse then hell."

Actions

>That's pretty cool. Wish I could still do that.
>Being a werewolf is way better, you know.
>How does Daciana like it?
>You might not want to do that around my wife.
>Just curious... Where do you live?
>How do you like America?
>Pat him on the head for being human.
>Write In

>>614402
>Headpats all the way!

Your only response to this is heavy duty head patting. You ruffle his hair around.

"Got damn it, I knew you'd do that..."

"Well, how do you feel about meeting the President of the United States?"

"Vat?"

"Yeah. We're going to meet him."

"Great..."

"What?"

"I'd rather not deal with the Americans."

"Can you two get out of my store?" The cashier says.

>...Well, I guess.
>Why? Headpatting isn't against the law. And I am the law.
>No. Deal with it hman.
>Write In

Also, what say to Leopold?

>Come on, Americans have great food!
>...Why? Its just a visit.
>Please? Daciana is coming...
>So you don't want to come?
>Write In

>>614465
>...Well, I guess.
>Daciana is coming.

"Well, I suppose..." You begin to leave the store while Leopold follows.

"By the way, Daciana is coming."

"Really? Well... I guess I'll go."

"Thanks man. Now I've got to find her."

You head back home, and find Daciana sleeping on the couch on top of your pet.

"Daciana?"

She yawns and turns over... Off the couch.

"Ow."

"Stojan?" Kutyvoka says.

"Daciana, want to come with me to meet the president?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Can I come?" Kutyvoka says to you.

Actions

>Sorry, but no. I can't take that many people with me.
>I can find space. Somehow.
>I'll be back before you know it.
>Want me to bring anything back to you?
>Write In

>>614540
>I can find space. Somehow.
>Ask Ritter if he can fuse with a car.

>>614540
>Sorry, but no. I can't take that many people with me.
>Want me to bring anything back to you?

>>614550
Switching to this.

>>614550
This.

"I can find space, Kutyvoka."

"Yes! It'll be a nice change of pace to being stuck in here."

"Hold on, I'm going to find Ritter.

After a little bit you find Ritter outside, birds perched on his shoulders.

"Ritter?"

"WHAT?"

"Can you shift into a car or something?"

"ARE YOU INTOXICATED?"

"Just a little."

"NO."

Actions

>Can you make the truck bigger then?
>I'll just steal another car...
>Well, I guess Kuty can't come...
>Write In

>>614572
>Well, I guess Kuty can't come...

Are you sleepy OP or did you already write everything that blacker baron originally voted for?

>>614572
>Can you make the truck bigger then?

>>614579
I think he assumed I was the only person posting, and I guess he only saw my post when he refreshed.
Switching to leave Kuty, since it's what the other anons wanted.

>>614579
Using tablet which can't use auto. RIP.

"Erh... Never mind. Sorry."

He goes still and shuts down, and you go back to tell Kutyvoka.

"So... Sorry, but there isn't enough room for you."

"Aw..." She pouts.

"Come on, I'll get you something."

"Erh.. Like what?"

Actions

>Your Jewish, so I'll get you some shekels and a menorah...
>What do you want?
>Do you like jewelry? I mean, you are Jewish..
>I'll get you some humans as food.
>Write In

>>614636
>What do you want?
I don't think Daciana or Leopold know that Kutyvoka is Jewish. Best to let bygones be bygones and not adorn her with Jewish iconography.

>>614644
This.

"What do you want?"

"I'd like... How about books?"

"Books?"

"Yeah. And medical equipment since you get injured so much... Oh, and food please."

Action's

>No shekels? Are you Jewish or not?
>What kind of books? And what sort of food!
>Got it. I'll see you around.
>Want me to bring you a friend?
>Write In

>>614673
>Any type of food in particular?
>Got it. I'll see you around.

>>614687
This.

"What kind of food?"

"Well... Something healthy."

"Like a salad?"

"What? I don't want to end up like your wife. No offense."

"She's just big boned, ok?"

"...Come on, she's ove-"

You put your hand over her mouth, and shush her.

"She's the healthiest, most slim and beautiful person I have ever met."

"Wha-"

You feel a kiss from your side.

"Thank you, Comrade Stojan."

Ivanka silently goes back to the bedroom. You feel terrified, from the shock.

"I don't think you can eat a salad. You can only eat people..."

"Well... They taste good, so sure, I guess."

Actions

>Come on, you won't end up like her if you keep eating people...
>Slim, I presume?
>Do you think I should get Ivanka one?
>Got it. Bye.
>Write In

>>614733
>Got it. Bye.

"Got it. I'll see you in a while."

You take your leave and get into the truck, and start driving to Amsterdam.

Anons, roll me a 1d20 for events

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>614758

Your drive goes well, and after a few hours your truck crosses the German border. You get a few strange looks from other drivers, who are either confused or in disbelief. After driving down the Autobahm, you notice your truck is running low on fuel, so you pull up to a gas station off of the Autobahn.

"Hey, Stojan, could you get us a snack or something? I'm starving. And no, I don't want people." Says Daciana. Your stomach rumbles at the mention of snacks.

"Well, I need to get gas."

Actions

>Leopold? You hungry?
>I'll get the gas. And a snack.
>Why don't you do it, Daciana?
>Leopold, get up and get us oil and snacks.
>Write In

>>614823
Have Leopold get the gas and Stojan go hunting for something to eat and maybe treasure too

Roll me a 2d20+3 to find snacks and possible loot.

Rolled 2 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>614865
I can just feel a nat1 coming

Rolled 20, 8 + 3 = 31 (2d20 + 3)

Ignore my other roll. I forgot to put in the 2.

Rolled 16, 14 + 3 = 33 (2d20 + 3)

>>614865

You find while hunting, a large, fat, hibernating bear. You kill it softly in it's sleep and butcher it...

You decide to search for treasure, and all you find is a mound of dirt. You briefly tear it up, and find nothing, so you begin to head back with the massive bear carcass.

You get back to the truck, where Leopold seems to be smoking a cigarette.

"Daciana?"

You see her poke out her head.

"Holy shit, that's a large bear!"

"Yeah. Come on, let's dig in."

After a little bit you finish eating the bear, and Daciana burps triumphantly.

"Let's get back on the road now."

And roll me a 1d20 to finish your trip.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>614956

Your drive concludes at the beginning of the Dutch check point.

"Does anyone have their passports?"

You already know the answer, which starts with N and ends with O.

It seems the border is lightly guarded, by a single guard, checking passports and waving cheerfully... And giving out brochures. Your truck is next, as the car ahead of you enters the border.

Actions

>Drive up. You are a cool, rational individual.
>Put Leopold in the seat.
>Tell Daciana to clean up the bloody back of the truck.
>...Floor it!
>You'll just fake engine failures, pull over, and rush for the other side of the border.
>Write In

>>615053
>Put Leopold in the seat.
>Tell Daciana to clean up the bloody back of the truck

You put Leopold in the driver seat while you crawl in the back of the truck. Thank god for canvas flaps!

Roll me a 1d20+3 to see how well Leopold does.

Rolled 20 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>615164
We could always go with the wolf horse argument if we're found

Leopold drives up to the guard, who seems rather cheerful. After talking a little bit to the guard, he is allowed access, a fancy brochure, and a gift basket.

"How did you get him to let us enter?"

"I said I was a previous resident."

"...How?"

"Vat? It's true. We kicked their ass during the war."

"But you didn't nee-"

"Would a German ever lie?"

"...So, we're basically all fascists, right?"

"No, I'm n-"

"Stojan is just a closet fascist."

Actions

>I'm not a fascist, ok?
>I'm a monarchist. That's different.
>Just a little.
>I'm closet.
>You fascists and your politics...
>Write In

>>615280
>I'm a monarchist. That's different.
>Just a little.

The whole master race part doesn't sound too bad.

"I'm a monarchist. But yeah, just a little fascist."

"Told you, Daciana. Welcome to the super secret fascist club then, Stojan."

"Thanks?"

"Yeah... Hey, I'm curious... When the hell are we going to do any action in the armed forces? I hate waiting around."

Actions

>Are the men getting rowdy?
>Soon.
>Just curious... There's nothing wrong morally turning people into werewolves, right? Like the world.
>Well, I'm hoping the president will look away if we expand a little into another country...
>Write In

>>615377
>Are the men getting rowdy?
>Well, I'm hoping the president will look away if we expand a little into another country...

"Are the men getting rowdy? I plan to expand soon if I get the president to look away..."

"A little. And where exactly will you expand?"

Actions

>Hungary.
>Germany... Somehow.
>Czech Republic
>Easy, Romania.
>I'll try to lunge for Sweden.
>Write In

>>615463
>The Slovak part of Czechoslovakia

Don't we only control like a small portion of Poland in the southwest near Wroclaw or something?

>>615488
Yes. Legally you can't get more land then that in this current war.

>>615508
If it's not too much to ask, can we have some sort of map or sketch showing our current domain.

>>615519
Sorry mang, but I lack my computer with maps and shhhhiiiieeeeeet, since it broke recently. Basically Danzig to Warsaw

"Slovakia, of course."

Leopold agrees and you begin to pull up to Amsterdam. After a bit, you pull up to the brightly colored American embassy.

"What's the plan?"

Actions

>We act like responsible people. No sieg hails, etc.
>You guys can wear some fascist insignia.
>We act like nice people.
>We bluff them by being intimidating.
>Well... Let's infect the president!
>Write In

>>615561
>We act like responsible people. No sieg hails, etc.
>We act like nice people.

Aw man. Stuff like that really helps in a quest that involves geopolitics.

>>615611
It does anon, in a week or two I'll probably get a laptop and shit will be fixed.

"Alright, listen up... We act like nice people. No crazy shit, we're responsible, adults."

"...Stojan, that only applies to you."

"What?"

"Ja. She's right."

"I'm irresponsible and not a nice person?"

"...Erh, sort of. Your a nice guy at times. But not really responsible."

"Gee. Thanks guys."

"Don't headpat or try to pet the president Stojan."

Actions.

>What? I would never do such a thing!
>...Can I do it a little? Please?
>I won't. I'm being serious this time.
>You guys are assholes for friends...
>Write-In

>>615715
>I won't. I'm being serious this time.

"I'm not going to do any of that shit. This is the president."

"Right... Well, we'll believe it when we see it."

"Everyone ready?"

"Sure."

You open the van and the embassy's guard quickly turn their guns on you. You put your hands up, and after a little bit of negotiation and a call in, your on your way to meet President Truman. You pass through plenty of office workers looking at you, confused, suspicious guards, and overall on edge security. It's obvious they have some suspicion of you.

You eventually reach the end of the office where you sit down in a sort of relaxing room. Lots of plants, that sort of thing. After a little bit, a man in a suit, followed by two other men in suits come in. You presume this man to be the United State's president. Truman.

"On behalf of the United States, I am pleased to meet you." He puts his hand out in a shake, and his two guards carefully look at you.

Actions.

>Infect?
>Shake it, of course. You aren't a barbarian.
>Nah. Your good.
>Erh, sorry. I don't do handshakes.
>What's with the heavy security?
>Write-In

>>615773
>>Erh, sorry. I don't do handshakes.
>I have a condition that is spread through physical contact

"Sorry President Truman, but I have a condition that is spread through physical contact. I think you can already tell what it is."

"Ah. Well then, thank you for telling me."

He takes a seat in a chair.

"As you know, I am planning to make an organization commited against the threat of communism or fascism... Called NATO."

"Truman, my country is a monarchy. That would fall under some people's views of a fascist dictatorship."

"Unless you do anything too extreme, such as enforce martial law, systematic executions, or anything too terrible to upset the national community, we're not going to be calling you fascist any time soon."

"Erh... Right. Does making people into werewolves count?"

"That's not for me to decide, really. Now, you probably already know that I want you to join NATO."

Actions.

>...What do I get if I join NATO?
>...Will NATO impact any aggressive expansion?
>I'd be honored, president Truman.
>That is a brilliant goal, mister president...
>Smells of Globalism... I refuse.
>Sorry, but no. I have plans for expansion.
>I would personally say Communism and Fascism have already been destroyed. We don't need a system of alliances against dead ideologies.
>Write-In

>>615822
>...What do I get if I join NATO?
>...Will NATO impact any POSSIBLY aggressive expansion?

"What do I get if i join NATO?"

"Trade agreements with any other nation that signs it, and in addition guarantees of protection from outside threats."

"Will NATO impact any possible aggressive expansion?"

"Only if it's against other NATO members."

"Who's in NATO?"

"The United Kingdom, France, The United States of America, and Canada as of right now."

"Well..."

Actions.

>I would be honored.
>I accept this...
>...Well... No. Sorry.
>No. And fuck your globalism.
>I'll decide later...
>write-In

>>615861
>I'll decide later...

"Listen, I'll decide later. It's a big decision."

"I understand."

"...Now, can we talk about something else?"

"Sure."

"What exactly is the public opinion over in the Americas about me?"

"Well, personally I didn't even know you ate people until... What, two days ago? I was horrified, you know."

"Are you still horrified?"

"...I'm planning on dealing with that later. But to answer your question, they don't know anything about you. Or even know you or lycanthropes exist."

"How?"

"I doubt the American public would support our war if it was to support a regime that practices eating and transforming people, so we're doing a media blackout on everything related to you and your rebels... For now at least."

Actions.

>Erh, thanks for that. I'd rather keep you guys in.
>...Deal with it later? I think we should talk about it now.
>Listen, I'm a vegan werewolf. The whole eating people thing isn't too bad.
>...Personally I'd support a regime that ate and transformed people... And gives belly rubs.
>...Why exactly did you ally with me if you don't really like the whole eating people thing?
>Write-In

>>615991
>Erh, thanks for that. I'd rather keep you guys in.

"Thanks for that. I'd rather not be forced to fight Russia on my own."

"Yeah. Once the war's over though, the media blackout ends. Soldiers will talk to media, etc. We can't do anything about that."

"Oh."

"So I recommend not agitating the United State's army and not eating or infecting people as much as you have."

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes... But if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, king Stojan."

"Thanks for using my title..."

Actions.

>...Well, I don't have any questions right now, mister president.
>So, does Europe know of me and lycanthropes?
>...So, what's the plan after we defeat the USSR?
>How's the war with the USSR going?
>Listen... I was wondering if you'd be alright with me expanding into Slovakia a little...
>How can I get the public to love me?
>...You seem like a pretty decent guy. Thank God you were elected and not someone else.
>...I'm curious... What's happening in the rest of the world?
>...My nation is new and impoverished. Is there any way I can get you to fund my nation?
>Write-In

>>616053
>...So, what's the plan after we defeat the USSR?
>Listen... I was wondering if you'd be alright with me expanding into Slovakia a little...
And maybe into eastern Poland and Lithuania.

"What exactly is the plan after defeating the USSR?"

"Well, I have to work at getting reelected, and I don't know what you'll be doing."

"Listen, I was wondering if you'd be alright with me expanding into Slovakia, eastern Poland, and Lithuania a little..."

"Legally, I can't do anything about you getting Eastern Poland once the war is over, along with Lithuania. You'd have to do that in a separate war."

"Oh."

"However, I cannot support you expanding into the Czech Republic forcibly."

"...Damn it."

"What you can do is attempt to puppet it or something, but I cannot back an armed invasion of Slovakia."

"I wasn't really wanting your help on that."

"I can't help, financially or militarily if you do so."

"Ah."

"Now... I understand you've never been a politician before?"

"How could you tell?"

"...Your wearing a half-destroyed tracksuit to a meeting. I can tell."

"I think it's comfortable."

"Heh. Wish my wife agreed. Otherwise I wouldn't be wearing this suit."

"Really? What would you wear?"

"...Probably just whatever I found in the closet, honestly. I'm not too picky. But anyways, enough about clothes."

"Right."

"So, want a drink?"

"Do you have any vodka?"

Truman nods towards one of his guards who begins to leave.

"Anyways, I hear you've been living in a rather small home. Not really something I would choose for a king."

"How do you know that?"

"I got it in my memo."

"...Thanks for being vague."

"No problem. Now, what's with you wanting to expand so much?"

"What? Expand?"

"I can understand taking Poland, and getting a nice slice of apple pie from the Ruskies called Lithuania, but why Slovakia? That's a neutral country."

"Why are you asking?"

"Because I feel like I'm dealing with an ambitious man."

"...I want to expand Poland to form a greater, better Poland."

"Ah. A nationalist?"

"Like all leaders should be, yes."

The guard brings a glass of vodka to you.

"Well, that's an interesting ideology."

"It is indeed."

You sip the glass of vodka comfortably, finishing it in a single gulp.

"Well, I suppose this talk has been productive. Anyways, I suppose it's time for me to leave for Paris."

"Why?"

"...There's been tales of some Russian spies infiltrating the United States and other european countries. I'm going to see how bad it is. Anyways, I would advise you to meet with one of my Generals... Eisenhower, I believe. About the war."

Actions.

>...I suppose I can do that. Sure.
>I know enough about the war back home. I'm just going back.
>I'll see you around, mister president.
>Hang on, I'd like to negotiate something... (Specify What)
>Write-In

>>616192
>I know enough about the war back home. I'm just going back.
We really need to get our tracksuit fixed.

"I know enough about the war back home. I'm just going back."

"Suit yourself. I'll see you around."

You leave the embassy, and get back in the van.

"That went better then I expected."

"Yeah. I was half expecting him to try and fuck us or something."

"Yeah... Anyways, let's just get back home. I'm tired."

Your travel goes for a little while on the autobahn...

"Stojan?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you noticed something odd?"

"What?"

"...There's no cars or trucks coming this way on the autobahn."

"That's odd why?"

"There's always cars on the autobahn. We're awfully close to Berlin too. There'd be plenty."

You count the time, and realize you haven't actually seen anyone... Or anything for the past fifteen minutes of driving. You keep driving, and eventually come up to a roadblock, where a rather large crater is, right smack dab in the Autobahn, surrounded by US troops. Cars are backed up for miles... Goddamn it. The only detour is to go into Berlin. Which is still in ruins.

"I guess this is why we haven't seen anyone..."

Actions.

>...We'll go into Berlin.
>...Leopold, go out and ask what happened.
>What could of caused this?
>...Let's uh, not get fucked over. We'll just take the really long way home through streets and countryside.
>Write-In

>>616293
>...We'll go into Berlin.
inb4 we walk into the wrong neighborhood and fight street gangs

"Well, time to go into Berlin."

You turn the truck around, and begin driving into Berlin.

Anons, roll me a 1d20.

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>616319

17

Good Success!

As your truck pulls into Berlin, you notice lots of empty cars. Lots. Cracked windows, with the occassional blood stain, abandoned streets...

"...If I was a sniper, this would be the perfect place for an ambush."

"Why?"

"Well, firstly there's little cover to get out of here, number two said cover is easily penetrated... And number three, t-"

"Did you see that?"

You look out of the window, and see a glare in a tower...

"Sniper!"

You all duck and a shot penetrates the windshield, narrowly missing where you were, hitting the seat behind you. You stop your truck without any damage to it.

"What do we do?"

"Who's trying to snipe us?"


Actions.

>...We're sitting ducks, we need to make a break for the cars surrounding us!
>You can try to drive yourself out of this place! (HARD, RISKY)
>Can anyone see where the sniper is?
>Write-In

>>616376
>...We're sitting ducks, we need to make a break for the cars surrounding us!
If only we had the night vision upgrade! Also note to self: Stay the fuck out of Berlin

"We need to make a break for the cars! It's some cover at the least!"

All of you scramble out of the trucks, rushing for the nearest cover. A shot hits very close to where you were, and you are exposed due to your large frame...

Roll me a 1d20 to see if you can make it to cover that protects you. Samefagging allowed.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>616425

>>616464
You can roll 2 more times anon.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>616425
>>616490
Have all the dice!

Rolled 7 (1d20)

aaand it's a 1.

As you look around, you take a shot straight in the chest, knocking you to the ground. The bullet has lodged itself right in your lung, and you find it extremely hard to breathe. However, you feel Leopold start dragging you to a wall, while you hear Daciana fire shots from a pistol towards where the sniper might be.

"Stojan?"

"Ugh..."

You are currently Leopold, and you are dragging a giant werewolf to safety while your in your human form. Daciana is firing at the sniper while you drag Stojan behind a wall giving him decent cover while Daciana rushes over to you... And she's promptly hit as well, but luckily only in the shoulder. She manages to however, drag herself to the corner and you help her out of the sniper's line of fire.

"Shit!"

"Augh..."
It seems Stojan simply cannot fight due to the bullet lodged in his lung.

"Shit... We're stuck in Berlin with no help. And there's a sniper going for us." Daciana says, while you patch up her shoulder. It seems she was just grazed.

"Don't worry, Daci. We'll get out of here."

"Daci?"

"It's my name for you, fraulein."

"Thanks. This is really a time for romantics?"

"Of course it is."

You finish wrapping her shoulder up and peek out around the corner. A shot hits the wall, narrowly avoiding your head. Thank God you took cover in an alleyway.

You look around carefully, and see Daciana stablizing Stojan. But you need to deal with this sniper...

Actions.

>...You need to get this out of the way. Shapeshift.
>...You left your pack of SS Officer clothes in the truck. Make a rush out to it, maybe that might stop the sniper?
>...You'll make a bolt for cover down the road and try to get closer.
>No, you'll stay here with your friends. You aren't peaking your head out to get shot!
>...Fuck it, ask Daciana for a kiss for good luck.
>Write-In

>>616584
Shout out to the sniper and ask what he wants.

You try to shout out to the sniper, but all you get in return is a rifle bullet to the sidewalk beside you. You however, note a car's sidemirror, and see the sniper's position through it... Apparently at the end of the street.

Actions.

>...You need to establish who this guy is. Try to yell out German military spiel and see if he responds.
>Rush out to the truck! You need a gun besides a pistol!
>Try firing back with your pistol!
>Try to advance your position!
>Stay down, no need to get shot at!
>Write-In
>Write-in

>>616693
>...You need to establish who this guy is. Try to yell out German military spiel and see if he responds.
If this fails then start yelling slurs at the person such as wanker and throw a beer bottle like that man at Munich.

You try yelling back your official designation in the SS. The firing comes to a stop, as you reveal yourself. You hear talking, and the familiar crackle of a radio from the sniper's position. His rifle is still aimed at you, and where you move it follows.

Actions.

>...Try to go towards the truck.
>Try to go towards the back of the truck... There's a less of a chance they'll assume your fleeing and that your just backing away.
>Just remain where you are.
>Start approaching the sniper's position?
>Head back into cover!
>Write-In

>>616724
>...Try to go towards the truck.

>>616750
This. One hand pointing in the air in surrender, the other gesturing towards the trunk.

>>616762
truck*

You begin going towards the truck, one hand up in the surrender, and you gesture towards the truck. You see the sniper rifle slowly follow you...

Actions.

>...Go into the back to get your officer clothes and uniform from the SS.
>...Rush towards the driver's seat!
>...Neither. You have your own idea...
>Yell that your going to get something from the back of the truck.
>Write-In

>>616790
>...Go into the back to get your officer clothes and uniform from the SS.

Either A this person is a former SS who will respect us or B this person is a commie or veteran who's disillusioned with the 3rd reich and will try to kill us. Let's hope for the former.

You begin going into the back of the truck and get your officer clothes on, medals and all. It's ripped finely thanks to being a lycanthrope and all, but you'll fix it. One day.. You begin to get out of the truck...


And the rifle slowly lowers. You hear continuing chatter on a radio, which goes silent...

Actions.

>You should make sure your friends are alright. Go see how they're doing.
>...You need to investigate the building the sniper was in.
>Yell if it's alright to get closer to the building the sniper was in.
>Write-In

>>616846
>You should make sure your friends are alright. Go see how they're doing.
>Yell to the sniper that you need to check on your friend.

>>616846
>You should make sure your friends are alright. Go see how they're doing.

You yell out that you need to check on your friends. There's no real response, and you quickly go towards your friends. Daciana seems fine, but Stojan seems quite injured. Too injured to fight, at least.

"Why didn't he shoot you?"

"Whoever it is isn't a communist, at the least. And likes my suit, obviously."

"...You do look good in a suit."

"Now, it is not the time for jokes Daciana. Rest and keep Stojan from bleeding out or anything."

She nods.

Actions.

>...Yell out and see if you can get the sniper to respond.
>Yell that you need a doctor or something close to it. Or at least medical attention.
>You should drag your friends towards the truck. The sniper will understand.
>Get closer to the sniper's building.
>...Just stay where you are.
>Write-In
>Write-In

>>616935
>Get closer to the sniper's building.

>>616967
Hands in the air, too.

>>616977
That too.

You begin getting closer to the sniper's building, and come to the entrance without anything spectacular happening. You make sure to raise your hands as you approach, and eventually you get to the entrance, which is a destroyed door lying on the ground. You hear walking from upstairs, coming rapidly down towards you.

Actions.

>...It could be booby-traped. Yell for whoever is in here to get over here.
>...Just stay down here and wa
>Enter the place.
>Throw a rock in and take cover!
>...Put your hands on your pistol.
>Write-In

>>617000
>...Just stay down here and wait
We essentially have built in knives on the shape of claws so I think we're good on weaponry.

>>617009
Human form, aren't we?

>>617048
I thought we were still in lycanthrope form. I don't remember specifically going into human form.

>>617054
We were in human form while dragging Stojan.

>>617048
You are still in human form.

You wait down there, and you eventually the footsteps get closer. A man rushes down the stairwell and points a rifle, which you identify as a Kar98, with a scope right at you. He lowers it quickly, and you get a more clear look at him. He lacks a military suit, instead wearing normal civilian clothes.

"Sir! I wasn't expecting any other soldiers in this part of the city!"

"Why the hell did you fire at me?"

"I thought you were part of the bolsheviks, sir! I should of realized this was the American sector."

"...We were driving a transport truck made by them. I suppose that could explain why you fired at us."

"I was t-"

He nods, and then yawns, nearly dropping his rifle. His very body tells you that he lacks discipline and much training. His very eyes tell you "sleep deprivation" and a rather slim body tells you he's been rationing quite a bit. Or starving for a while. He seems fairly young though.

"I'm uh, shit. I'm part of the reserves. Volksstrum."

"...A draftee?"

"I got pulled into the reserves... About what, five months ago?"

"What the hell are you doing on this street?"

"I was ordered to hold this street, sir. Against anything coming it's way. I'm fucking exhausted, sir. I think I saw two giant wolves with you when you drove down here..."

Actions.

>...How long have you been holding here?
>...How long have you been awake?
>Who ordered you to hold here?
>...Erh, you weren't seeing things.
>...You've heard the Fuhrerbunker's fallen, right? Hitler's dead.
>How many men were assigned here originally?
>...How have you been getting by? Rations dried up months ago.
>Write-In

>>617112
>...You've heard the Fuhrerbunker's fallen, right? Hitler's dead.


>It's been a over year since WW2 ended
>OP puts in a Volkssturm sniper to fuck with us
Top notch OP. Absolutely Top notch writing.

>>617112
>...You've heard the Fuhrerbunker's fallen, right? Hitler's dead.
>How many men were assigned here originally?
>...How have you been getting by? Rations dried up months ago.

>>617134
Holy fuck I'm goddamned retarded and exhausted.

I'm going to get some sleep, since none of this would make sense in the timeframe I made. My fucking dates are offically out of wack since I'm confusing presidents, months that's passed, etc.

Oh, and I'm killing myself from the fucking cringe of just realizing this.

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>>617168
I might have a solution.

>>617189
KEK!
>>617168

"...You do realize it's been nearly a year, right? How the everloving fuck have you been surviving in Allied-occupied Berlin for that fucking long."

"...U-"

"Not to mention that would be completely impossible. You would of fucking starved to death, got bombed sooner or later, or worse! You sir, are a fucking fraud."

"...How could you tell?"

"Because you didn't fucking salute!"

You shoot the obviously fake Volkssturm sniper in the face with your pistol. A small red star slides out from the pocket. That was really fucking convenient! You channel the powers you held since you were born, called Retcon The Shit Out of This! It is super effective and you hear whooping sounds!


Meanwhile however, in a slightly less confused and overall fucked over universe, where the dates make sense and Volkssturm snipers don't appear from fucking no where.

Yeah, time for retcon. I'm also passing out now. I'll continue this when I'm awake again and less likely to think "holy shit HItler was alive in the fucking medieval times right?" or other shit like that.

>>617372
Good night OP. This episode of dementia gave me a decent Kek.

>>617372
Well, now that I have kek'd my dick off and learned Leopold is the most powerful member of the cast. See ya QM. Preferably when your rested.

All hail Kek you fucking googles.

"Leopold, that sounds like a fucking shitty as story. I could take a sniper rifle's bullet to the lungs and still probably cave their skull in."

"Well, I thought it was pretty goo-"

"It was terrible."

Daciana looks at you and sighs.

"It is terrible. Sorry Leopold."

"What? What's wrong with it?"

"Firstly you got the dates wrong, secondl-"

"I didn't know you were into history, fraulein."

"Well, history is essential for western civilization, I hate how some people refer to it as "learning about dead white guys."

"WHAT?! Who the fuck says that? Afrikans? Who?"

"...Well, that's what I heard among the youth group in Romania. They're a bright bunch. Until of course the Legionary party was forcibly dismantled by the decadent west."

"Seriously? I found history amazing as a ki-"

"I'm trying to drive through fucking Berlin you cunts. Stop talking, or a t least quiet down. We don't know what caused the Autobahn to have a giant fucking crater in it."

"Right. Sorry Stojan."

You take out another cigarette and start smoking it. Why the hell does everyone hate your stories?

"Hey, Daciana?"

"What?"

"Just curious, who exxactly is your family?"

"I have a sister, father, and mother if that's what your asking."

"Huh."

"Sister? What''s she like?"

"...She's a communist. We don't really talk."

"A communist?"

"Yeah. And a fucking atheist..." She spits on the ground, and she clearly looks angry. So you go over and give her a hug... Thank God you aren't wearing your SS uniform.

"Ivanka's a pretty hardcore communist and an atheist."

"I don't get why you convert her or something. She's terrifying."

"How? She's a strong independent woman... And pretty hot."

"She's overweight though."

"She's not overweight. Just big-boned. And stop shaming her."

You can't help but sigh. Typical Stojan...

"You like her stomach, don't you?"

"...It bounces whenever I touch it. It's fucking adorable."

"That's unhealthy, Stojan."

"Come on, she's part of the master race now. I doubt she'll have a stroke or something. And she gets out a lot."

"Stojan, come on... No one wants to be like her, she's fucking terrif-"

"That's why I love her. And have you ever nearly been suffocated in bed?"

"...I can't tell if your being sarcastic or just actually loving being suffocated by your wife's fat."

"Well, it's like having a giant, overweight teddy bear which somehow can sneak up behind you."

"...How did this conversation turn from my sister to the fact that Ivanka's overweight?"

Everyone goes a little silent.

Actions.

>...Remain as Leopold.
>Switch back to Stojan PoV.
>Write-in

>>618354
>Switch back to Stojan PoV

You switch back to Stojan's PoV.

You continue driving through the streets of Berlin. It's easier said then done though, thanks to the heavy rubble and potholes dotting the street. Eventually you notice that it's beginning to turn to night, and your lost around the Brandenburg Gate, still covered with nazi flags.

You yawn heavily,
"...I have no fucking idea where we are."

"Well, maybe we should make camp here tonight?"

You look out of the truck's windows, and you briefly see someone close a window in a house. It almost look liked it had scales, from the brief look you got of it's hands...

You rub your eyes. Your probably seeing things.

Actions.

>...No, no need to stay in creepy abandoned and bombed out city. You'll find the exit one way or the other.
>...I'm probably going fucking crazy, but did you guys see that?
>...Well, we should camp down somewhere... But not here.
>...Leopold, is there any reason why the nazi flags would still be hanging if the Allies controlled this part of the city?
>Let's camp here tonight. It seems fun!
>Write-In

>>618501
>Write-In: hey guys, there's someone in that building over there, think they have room for guest?

"Hey guys, I think someone's in that building over there. Do you think they have room for a guest?" You say while pointing towards said building.

"I don't really see any signs of life."

"Well, let's check it out."

"I'd rather just get out of Berlin..."

"That's no fun. Come on, it'll be fun!"

You begin to drive your truck over to the building and turn off the engine and go up to knock at the door. A small slit opens up in it, with... Slit eyes? Like a reptile.

"Vat?"

"Erh, why are you-"

"This is average human residence. This is not listening post for resistance, komrade."

"...Uh. Why are you-"

Whoever it is, curses in German and ducks briefly. A few moments later he comes back up with normal pupils.

"I am... Taking medicine."

"Erh... Who are you?"

You hear the flipping of pages on the other side while whoever it is looks down.

"I am uh... Hans Obstermich."

"I saw a pair of reptilian hands close a window up stairs. Was that you?"

"Vat? Reptilian hands?" You hear laughing on the other side. Nervous laughing.

"No. Now go away."

You look back at your party which seems rather amused.

Actions.

>...Come on, please? You seem like a trustworthy guy.
>...Erh, you aren't one of those german resistance fighters? Who are reptilian, right?
>What do you guys think?
>...Yeah. I'm going now, fuck this.
>Why aren't you freaking out over us being werewolves?
>Write-In

>>618574
>Write in: one, your very bad at lying. Two, got a spare bed? And three
>Why aren't you freaking out over us being werewolves?

"First of all, you are a fucking terrible liar."

"What? I am not lying k-"

"Number two, do you have a spare bed?"

"N-"

"And finally, why aren't you freaking out over us being werewolves?"

"...Wehrewolves?"

"Yeah. Can't you see?"

"Hang on."

You hear arguing on the other side of the door.

"...You are part of the Wehrwolf division, ja?"

"Not formally. Who are you arguing with?"

"...Myself."

"Wow. Fucking nice. Now, can we come in?"

"...I suppose."

You hear something being dragged, and the door unlocking. You hear nearly twenty-two locks being... Well, unlocked. And the door opens to a.... Well, rather short lizardlike man. As in half of the size of a human. It's dressed in a Wehrmacht uniform, if a little downscaled and camouflaged.

"Wh-"

"Holy shit. Your huge." it says.

"Uh... Stojan? What other experiments did the nazis do?"

"From what I hear, lots... So uh, little guy?"

"Vat?"

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"This is listening post Panzer. Which is a shitty name, But that's how it goes." He shrugs his shoulders.

"So uh... What are you?"

"I am a part of the Kurzeidechse division."

"Oh."

"Anyways, aren't the Wehrwolfs supposed to be stationed in France? What the fuck are you doing in Berlin?"

Actions.

>...Headpat the short lizardman.
>Leopold, have you ever heard of that?
>Uh... I'm not actually a part of the Wehrwolf division. I just escaped from it.
>Can we just get the bed now? I'm fucking tired.
>Guys, this short lizardman is sort of adorable. Can we keep him?
>This is Leopold, and this is Daciana.
>How the hell have you been lasting so long here?
>Write-In

>>618667
>Leopold, have you ever heard of that?

What's with you and head pat options qm?

People take it so I just put it in there. I don't fucking know why.

"Leopold, have you ever heard of the... What was it? Kurzeidechse division?"

"...A little. I think they were supposed to be a sort of guerillia fighter."

"Right?"

"I was wondering why they called it the short lizard division. Now we know."

"Huh."

"Are you going to come inside or what? I don't want to get spotted by allied patrols."

Actions.

>...Well, sure I guess.
>Didn't Kutyvoka say she was hungry and wanted something healthy? Maybe you can kidnap this short lizard person for her?
>Is there any other experimental divisions in Berlin?
>No. Sorry, we're going home.
>Write-In

>>618788
>Is there any other experimental divisions in Berlin?

"Is there any other experimental divisions in Berlin?"

"...I believe so. The Spinneritters division was also stationed in Berlin."

"Erh, who are they?"

"Stojan? I think he's talking about those two spidermen we found. You know, with the badges and medals."

"Right... What happened to them anyways?"

"I think they're staying in the basement of the city hall."

"Oh. Is there anything else?"

"Hm... I'd have to check with command."

"Command?"

"Well, yes. You don't think the Berlin Resistence isn't cordinated, right?"

"How has it been going on for nearly a year now?"

"We loot from the dead and the ammo caches around the city. Or the ocassional convoy. Now, get your asses in here before an allied patrol spots us."

Actions.

>...No. I'm allied with the Americans.
>Fine, come on everyone.
>...You never answered my question about the beds.
>Write-in

>>618911
>Fine, come on everyone.

You know, for a Reich so high strung about racial purity you guys sure have mad a LOT of demi-humans.

"Well, alright. Come on everyone."

Your party enters the residence. Unlike most of Berlin which is practically rubble, this building feels... Homely. And surprisingly well-kept. Of course a few nazi banners are on the walls, but that's par for the course. "Hans" closes the door behind you.

"So what are we supposed to call you?"

"You can just call me Han. Or Hans."

"Hans it is."

"So... What are you doing away from Paris?"

"I was... Reassigned here."

"Ah. They're pulling you out of France?"

"We haven't been doing much."

"I heard all of you been put on standby since the Fuherbunker fell."

"Well, not me."

"Ja... You seem a lot bigger then other Wehrwolf opperatives I've seen."

"Do you have any alcohol?"

"I have beer."

"...That'll work."

Hans nods his head and leaves the room to get you a beer.

"So, what does everyone think?"

"I don't know what to think, honestly." says Leopold.

"I'm thankful I wasn't turned into a short midget."

"Come on, a short midget?"

"Well... I'd like to sleep and leave personally."

"Firstly, I'm fucking curious about this guy."

"I am too, now Daciana, why don't you relax?"

"...If that's alright with you, Stojan, I'm going to get a drink and relax a little."

"That's fine, I suppose."

Daciana takes leave of you, exploring the building.

"...So what exactly do you think of this Hans guy?" Leopold asks.

"...Well, you know for a fucking Reich really high strung about racial purity, you guys sure have made a lot of demi-humans."

"I don't think they were meant for remaining after the war, you know. The Fuhrer was adamant about it. And it was desperation, really."

"How long has it been going on? The experimentation?"

"Since the Allies landed at Normandy."

"How did they research this stuff so fast then?"

"That's... Well, that's confidental as all fucking get out. I don't even know. Just a lot of technology showed up once the Allies landed as far as I know."

"...I'll ask Karkmann when I get home then."

"But anyways, what do you think about this Hans guy?"

Actions.

>He doesn't seem so bad. He hasn't shot at us or anything.
>...That remains to be seen.
>Wait... If your an SS officer, could you order him around?
>Personally, I'm getting out of here the first chance I get.
>I dislike him.
>Let's talk about this once we actually get to know him.
>What do you think of him?
>Write-In

>>619023

>He doesn't seem so bad. He hasn't shot at us or anything.

Self deprecating jab, QM?

>>619023
>He doesn't seem so bad. He hasn't shot at us or anything.

Oh you, silly Anti. With your crazy conspiracy theories...

Yes.

"Well, he doesn't seem so bad. He hasn't shot at us or anything."

"That's always good. Now uh, I'm going to be hanging out with Daciana a little."

"Doing what?"

"...She fucking loves my human form. I honestly have no idea why."

"Maybe she's into that sort of thing?"

He briefly laughs.

"I'll see you later."

"Alright, have fun then."

"...Hey uh, just wondering... Does Daciana like the horse I gave her?"

"...Horse?"

"Has she been riding it at all? Petting it?"

"Uh... I never actually noticed."

"What? How?"

"When you live with me and my family... A lot of things go over your head. But that would explain the horse shit in my lawn..."

"I'll see you later then, Stojan..."

He goes off to find Daciana, and you decide to sit in a rather comfortable armchair. Hans comes out with a rather large bottle of beer which he hands to you.

"Don't drink it all, it's m-"

In a few gulps, about three, you drink the bottle of beer.

"...How the fu-"

"When your me, you need at least five bottles of vodka a day to act like a normal person."

"...Erh, you aren't Russian, are y-"

"I'm Polish."

"Ah."

"So uh, thanks for the beer. Sorry about drinking it all."

"...It's fine. I'll just request another bottle. Or steal one."

Actions.

>So, where's your resistance headquarters?
>Nice place you have here. Feels comfortable.
>So uh, I'm actually the King of Poland.
>...Just curious, who exactly is the leader of this resistance?
>Why exactly are you so short?
>Headpat is a go.
>Just curious, what sort of weaponry do you have here?
>Write-In

>>619139
>Nice place you have here. Feels comfortable.
>Why exactly are you so short?

I thought about having Calaret being Daciana's last name. It means something along the lines of horseman or rider in Romanian.

"Nice place you have here. It's comfortable."

"I stay in here nearly every day for twenty four hours. If it looked like shit I would be dissapointed with myself."

"Huh... So uh, why are you so short?"

"I'd like to know why your so large."

"I eat a lot."

"Huh. Well someone in Command decided we do our job better the shorter we are, I guess. I was normal sized before I was made into this."

"Made into that?"

"Well, yeah. Most of the survivors are us now."

"Would you mind if I ask how exactly the transformation works?"

"I have no fucking idea, really. I think we were placed in a vat or something."

"Huh."

"Anyways, we're lucky. The allies are trying to fight off the Soviets. So we aren't going to be crushed or killed any time soon."

"That's nice, I suppose."

"Yeah. And a lot more supplies is being moved through the Autobahn, which means no more lack of supplies really."

"Yeah."

"What exactly is your assignment in Berlin anyways?"

Actions.

>...I'm not actually a nazi. Leopold is though.
>I'm here to... Help fight against the allies?
>I'm just trying to figure out who's the leader. We lost contact in France.
>...Just curious, could I turn you into a lycanthrope?
>Write-In

>>619242
>...I'm not actually a nazi. Leopold is though.

"I'm not actually a nazi. Leopold is though."

"How the hell aren't you a Nazi and a member of the Wehrwolf D-"

"I uh, bit the guy transforming me. Then I escaped with the help of the allies."

"...So your a fucking allied sympathizer?"

"What? I'm not. I have friends who are nazis though! Like Leopold!"

Hans seems somewhat suspicious of you.

"...Fine, but if you rat out my location I'll kill you and make you into a fine fur rug for my hous- I mean, this building, alright?"

"...Jeez, alright."

"...So, who exactly are you?"

Actions.

>The king of Poland, yeah.
>I'm just some random Polish werewolf.
>I'm a friend of the Allies. And I will rat you out unless you cooperate with me.
>I'm a member of the master race.
>If I tell you, you'll either laugh or just shake your head. Either way you'll disbelieve me.
>Write-In

>>619268
>I'm just some random Polish werewolf.

"I'm just some random polish werewolf called Stojan Kopanski."]

"Random?"

"Yeah."

"Alright then.. So uh, I've got to monitor allied radio and write down what they're saying. So feel free to wander around or just go to sleep, but just don't make much noise, alright?"

Actions,

>Hang on, I want to talk to you. I'm curious. (Specify what you want to say.)
>...Could I help?
>A bed sounds nice.
>...Hey uh, I've got to get some things for Kutyvoka. I'm going to leave this place for a while and come back.
>I'll take a small look around the place.
>Write-In

>>619300
>...Hey uh, I've got to get some things for Kutyvoka. I'm going to leave this place for a while and come back.
Maybe get her a friend along with the salad.

"Would you mind if I leave for a while and find some things?"

"That's fine."

"Thanks."

You try to get up out of the armchair, but it seems to be stuck.

"Uh..."

"That's why being smaller is better. You don't get stuck in armchairs."

"Can you help me out of this?"

After a few minutes of trying to push the armchair off, it comes loose and you start on your journey to find a salad, books, and a friend for Kutyvoka.

But where the fuck are you going to get a salad (Or human), books, or a friend?

Actions.

>...Well, you'll just have to sneak into an allied camp. Even if they're your allies.
>Maybe you can find a nazi bunker or something? Spooky!
>You'd rather not get shot at... Why don't you just look around the ruins of Berlin?
>...Actually, you should ask Hans where a good place might be.
>Write-In

I can't tell if you want to get her a "friend" for nomming or a legitimiate friend.

>>619338
>You'd rather not get shot at... Why don't you just look around the ruins of Berlin?

I was being genuine.

Got it famalam.

You decide to look around the ruins of Berlin. Roll me a 1d20 for finding things.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>619378
Might raid some sort of field hospital for the chance to get another medic like Kutyvoka.

12

You fail to even find a salad in Berlin. It's easier said then done, since the city has been bombed and you highly doubt any vegetables would be fresh.
You do however, find a handful of books in German, about medicine, history, and biology, which you take along with you.

You see a handful of locations where you could search for a compatriot for Kutyvoka.

Actions.

>There's a handful of farms outside the city. You'll look for a friend there.
>You can't find a fucking salad... Maybe you should just find her a human to eat.
>You could search a few apartments.
>Just wait until you leave the city.
>...There's a few allied field hospitals. But they're guarded and probably won't like you sneaking around them,
>Write-in

>>619431
>...There's a few allied field hospitals. But they're guarded and probably won't like you sneaking around them.

>>619431
>...There's a few allied field hospitals. But they're guarded and probably won't like you sneaking around them,

You go to a allied field hospital not too far from Berlin. About twelve guards are patrolling nearby...

Actions.

>...Erh, maybe attacking your allies isn't a good idea. Head back.
>You need to deal with the guards...
>Maybe you can just try to sneak in while no one's watching? Even if that'll be very hard?
>Write-In

>>619471
>Maybe you can just try to sneak in while no one's watching? Even if that'll be very hard?
I'm feeling lucky.

>>619471
>Maybe you can just try to sneak in while no one's watching? Even if that'll be very hard?

You decide to try to sneak in. Roll me a 1d20-2 from being so large.

Rolled 20 - 2 (1d20 - 2)

>>619518

Critical Success!

You find a loophole to all of this, as thanks to your black fur, you blend in the the night sky... So long as you keep your eyes shut. Eventually you make it to one of the flaps and enter... You see a doctor and a nurse talking, along with two injured men with bullet wounds.

Actions.

>Grab the nurse and run for it!
>A doctor would be more useful. Go for him.
>Why not both?
>This is easy, grab a injured soldier!
>...Try to get all of them! She needs a lot more friends!
>Write In

>>619585
>Grab the nurse and run for it!

Roll me a 1d20+4 to grab

Rolled 5 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

>>619658

Is it okay is I samefag?

One time though.

Rolled 18 + 4 (1d20 + 4)

K

18+4=22

Great Success!

You creep up behind the nurse, and grab her with one of your arms! The doctor is stunned and seems to be trying to yell for help!

Actions.

>Punch the doctor and maybe knock him out! (Strength, the doctor will still remember you.)
>Who cares? Bolt for it!
>Grab him too! (Strength)
>This is easy, kill him! (Agility)
>...Nom? (Agility)
>Write-In

>>619899
>Who cares? Bolt for it!

>>619899
>Who cares? Bolt for it!
CHEESE IT!

I have an idea. Can we ask this nurse what she knows about treating addiction when we get somewhere safe?

You begin to bolt for it! The doctor yells for help and the American troops open up the flap to see what the fuck is going on... Which means they're blocking your way. The nurse is terrified of what the fuck is going on.

Actions.

>HUSSAR CHARGE them! (Strength, +2)
>I'm sorry!
>Hands up, don't shoot! (Surrender)
>I have a hostage! (Charisma)
>HUSSAR CHARGE towards a section of the tent! Maybe you can break through it? (Strength, +2)
>Write-In

>>620026
>HUSSAR CHARGE them! (Strength, +2)

Yell out "I'M SORRY BY THE WAY!"

Roll me a 1d20+8 for channeling your inner freight train.

Rolled 13 + 8 (1d20 + 8)

>>620059

13+8=21

Good Success!

You yell out an apology and steamroll them over, practically sending them flying. You begin to rush down into Berlin before anything else happens, all while the nurse in your hands is yelling for help.

Eventually you come to a empty part of Berlin, and the nurse is hitting your hand, which hurts just a little.

"Let me go! I'm part of the Red Cross!"

Actions.

>Infect her!
>Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.
>I'm not going to eat you, if your thinking that.
>What, you don't want to be a member of the master race?
>Oh man, you and Kutyvoka are going to be the best of friends!
>Just head back home.
>Write-In

>>620103
>Calm down. I'm not going to hurt you.
>Oh man, you and Kutyvoka are going to be the best of friends!

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"You just kidnapped me!"

"And? I don't hurt women."

"Can you let me go then?"

"...Well, sorry. But oh man, I can tell you and Kutyvoka are going to be the best of friends."

"I just want to go back to the camp, please, let me go!"

Actions.

>Sorry, but my friend needs a friend.
>Come on, you'll love living with me... Did I mention there's a pool?
>Infect her!
>What, you don't want to live with werewolves? Did I mention the health benefits?
>Write-In

>>620177
>Come on, you'll love living with me... Did I mention there's a pool?
>You'll be with like minded people who accept who you are.

>>620177
>Come on, you'll love living with me... Did I mention there's a pool?

>What, you don't want to live with werewolves? Did I mention the health benefits?

"Come on, you'll love living with me. Did I mention there's a pool?"

"Why do yo-"

"What, you don't want to live with werewolves? There's health benefits. Did you know rubbing a belly of a lycanthrope lowers blood pressure?"

"Your beginning to creep me out. Just let me g-"

"Besides, you'll be with like-minded people who accept who you are."

"I'm already accepted! Let me go damn it!" She continues to hit at your hand.

Actions.

>Come on, I'm not hurting you. Just calm down. (Charisma, HARD)
>Infect her!
>Calm down, please. I'd rather not make you into a lycanthrope.
>Just take her back to your place.
>...Listen, you'll go back. I just need you for a little while.
>Come on, it'll be like being a kid again. You get to play with toys, that sort of thing. But with deadly werewolves who enjoy eating human flesh.
>Write-In

>>620226
>Come on, it'll be like being a kid again. You get to play with toys, that sort of thing. But with deadly werewolves who enjoy eating human flesh.

>>620226
>Come on, it'll be like being a kid again. You get to play with toys, that sort of thing. But with deadly werewolves who enjoy eating human flesh.

"Come on, it'll be like being a kid again. You get to play with toys, that sort of thing. But with werewolves."

"Werewolves? I thought you were just soldier's tales!"

"Well, yeah. How can you explain me being so soft?"

"Listen, please don't eat me!"

"I'm not going to eat you. My wife on the otherhand..."

She starts begging for you to release her. It seems your not really getting anywhere with her.

Actions.

>Take her back to the listening post!
>...You need to restrain her for her own good.
>Come on, uncle Stojan is here. Hug?
>Well, we don't eat human flesh. In fact, I haven't even eaten a human for about... A few weeks?
>...Erh, sorry about kidnapping you. Just saying you might not ever see your friends again. But that's ok, you'll have me, Kutyvoka, Ritter... Yeah. You'll love being with me.
>Write-In

>>620273
>...You need to restrain her for her own good.
>Come on, uncle Stojan is here. Hug?
>Well, we don't eat human flesh. In fact, I haven't even eaten a human for about... A few weeks?

>>620273
>Take her back to the listening post!

"Come on, we don't eat human flesh. In fact, I haven't eaten anyone for about a few weeks."

You find some metal pipes and bend them to create crude restraints around her. You give her a hug and let her cry a little while begging. You head back to the listening post...

What do with her?

Actions.

>Put her in the back of the truck.
>No, you'll head inside with her.
>...Just hug her until she goes to sleep.
>Write-In

>>620316
>...Just hug her until she goes to sleep.

>>620316

>Put her in the back of the truck.


No tears

>>620316
>Ask her what she knows about treating addiction.

You hug her until she passes out, and put her in the back of the truck. You of course head into the listening post, exhausted... And you fall asleep in the armchair you were stuck in a few hours ago. You realize that you forgot to ask if she can treat addiction, but that can come later...

You have upgraded!

Choose one.

>Moderate Control: Infecting weak-willed people, (The Poor, essentially), does not contribute to how many lycanthropes you can control.
>Reinforced Back: Unlike other lycanthropes who have a slight slouch in their posture, you have a posture of dignity and civilization. Oh, and your back is harder to wound. This grants you +50 HP, and +1 Intimidation and +1 Strength.
>Enhanced Infector: You can choose when to turn on or off Infector now, and it is possible to infect people a little easier. The infection can spread through water, (up to fifteen feet), and via blood to blood.

>>620453
>Enhanced Infector: You can choose when to turn on or off Infector now, and it is possible to infect people a little easier. The infection can spread through water, (up to fifteen feet), and via blood to blood.

>>620453
>Reinforced Back: Unlike other lycanthropes who have a slight slouch in their posture, you have a posture of dignity and civilization. Oh, and your back is harder to wound. This grants you +50 HP, and +1 Intimidation and +1 Strength

Going to wait ten more minutes anons.

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Rolling.

1=Infector
2=Reinforced!

While you sleep, your back becomes much stronger. Your posture has also become dignified and humanlike, rather then slumped over.

You wake up a few hours later, and you see Leopold and Daciana cuddling. You get up and stretch, noting that your back doesn't hurt anymore whenever you stand up... Huh. Ever since you tried to lift that car your back fucking hurt like hell...

Actions.

>...Maybe you should see what this Hans guy is up to. Maybe you can also take him along back to Poland? Either for studying him, or for the ever-present goal of friendship?
>Wake up your two companions. You want to talk or get ready to go.
>...You need to find that salad for Kutyvoka. It's the last thing on your list.
>You should check on that nurse. She's probably still sleeping though.
>Write-in

>>620609

>...Maybe you should see what this Hans guy is up to. Maybe you can also take him along back to Poland? Either for studying him, or for the ever-present goal of friendship?

>...You need to find that salad for Kutyvoka. It's the last thing on your list.

>>620609
>You should check on that nurse. She's probably still sleeping though.
If she is awake then ask what her names is

You briefly check up on the nurse you kidnapped, and it seems she's sleeping uncomfortably on the truck. You have bigger fish to fry for now however, and you go to find Hans. After looking around the building a little bit, you find him awake writing things down into a notebook, while apparently listening to the radio. He doesn't seem to notice you.

Actions.

>Hans? I want to talk to you.
>...Sneak up behind him.
>Nah, he's busy. You should instead wake up the nurse.
>He's busy... Time to find a salad or two. Maybe one for Ivanka, just to get the hint across.
>Write-In

>>620658
>Hans? I want to talk to you.

"Hans?"

He looks up from his writing and turns off the radio.

"What?"

"...What are you doing?"

"I'm copying allied radio transmissions, komrade."

"Ah. How's it going?"

"Apparently they're getting a construction crew to the Autobahn. It'll be fixed in a day or two."

"Huh."

Actions.

>...So uh, why don't you come with us?
>Is that all you do? It seems pretty boring.
>...Just curious, are we friends?
>So uh, any friends or family to speak of?
>I'm going out looking for a salad for my family... Want me to bring you back a beer?
>Write-In

>>620699
>...So uh, why don't you come with us?
>So uh, any friends or family to speak of?

>>620699
>Is that all you do? It seems pretty boring.
I mean it's 1946 for crying out loud. As if anyone would have the need to do such a thing. Don't actually say that. It's a just reference to the current year meme

"Do you have any friends or family to speak of?"

"I have family in Hamburg... No real friends since the Battle of Berlin."

"Ah. Is that all you do though? Taking notes on radio transmissions? Seems pretty boring... I mean, come on. It's 1946."

"...It's boring, I'll admit that. But I'm a little too short to be an active combatant, and I'd rather not get caught and my head blown off by the Allies."

"So that's all you do here?"

"...Yeah. Occasionally I get orders to snipe at an allied patrol, but that's rare."

"Why don't you come with me and my friends?"

"...I'm not deserting Berlin, damn it."

Actions.

>But all you do is listen to a radio, damn it.
>...I'm creating my own Reich. With actual aryans, rather then human "aryans".
>What, you don't want a second family?
>Come on, we'd be great friends. I'm huge, your short.
>I understand.
>Write-In

>>620779
>...I'm creating my own Reich. With actual aryans, rather then human "aryans".
>What, you don't want a second family?
>We will be back with Berlin and this time we'll actually hold it.

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>>620779
>I understand.
Is he essentially just a Kobold like pic related?

>>620793
Si senor.

"Well, I'm creating my own Reich. With actual aryans, instead of human "aryans". Besides, don't you want a second family, a family which can hold Berlin? And has robots?"

"Well... I mean, I'd like that. But I'm a loyal soldier of the Reich... Beside, what do you have against humans?"

Actions.

>The humanarchy is trying to oppress us, man.
>Come on, you and I know that humans are worse then us. We're the true aryans!
>I don't. I just think we're superior.
>Well... Everyone's equal. But we're more equal then others.
>Everyone is equal. I'm just saying there's a notable difference.
>Write-In

>>620821
>This is what our Feurer would've wanted, The Aryan race to survive and thrive!

>>620821
>Well... Everyone's equal. But we're more equal then others.

"Well, it's what the Fuhrer would of wanted. The true Aryan race to survive and thrive!"

"...Aryan? Co-"

"Come on, admit it. Everyone is equal... But we're more equal then others."

"I don't really consider myself an Aryan. I was just forced to become this."

"So was I, but I saw the truth in my transformation!"

"What, are you going to try and make the world all what you believe are aryans?"

Actions

>I'm curious now. What exactly was your past?
>...Well, eventually the whole world will know the advantages of being aryans...
>We're both aryans, since we're not humans.
>Well, my race are aryans... I suppose yours would be honorary aryans.
>Well, there's nothing between Aryans and non-aryans getting along in peace and harmony. Eventually.
>Erh, you misunderstand... Aryans is just God's chosen race. (Stojan becomes more religious.)
>Write-In

At this rate I might as well name this Werewolf Reich quest.

>>620872
>Erh, you misunderstand... Aryans is just God's chosen race. (Stojan becomes more religious.)
>If you don't believe in the vision our Fuhrer wanted why remain? The war is by all accounts over.

>Never forget the 6Tri-Grillions.

>>620872
>Erh, you misunderstand... Aryans is just God's chosen race. (Stojan becomes more religious.)

I actually kind of like that. I don't remember any Nazi experiments since like the first thread. Renaming it might make sense.

"You misunderstand. Aryans is just God's chosen race. Like me. And you."

"Well, thanks, I guess."

"Besides, if you don't believe in the vision our Fuhrer wanted, why remain? The war is by all accounts over?"

"...I... I'd rather not let my family see me like this."

"What, as a short lizard person?"

"Yeah..."

"Seriously? Why?"

"Besides my wife being taller then me? Or my parents probably laughing at me being as short as a child?"

"Oh. Were you forced to become this?"

"Ja. I don't really like it, but at least it got rid of my arthritis."

"You suffered from that?"

"I was mostly a radioman for the war. My bones were too weak to really become a solider."

"Was it severe?"

"No, not really. Just enough to get me out of the army and remain as a radioman."

"So why don't you come with me?"

He sighs.

"It's... Because then I don't have an excuse to tell my family I'm alive."

Actions.

>...Come on, you should tell them. Who cares if you have scales, and are small as hell?
>We can be your family. Come with us.
>If you want, you can just stay here.
>...You know, I could infect them. So your all in a similar boat together.
>Write-In

Yeah, I might rename it to Werewolf Reich. The only problem I could see is that it could attract thine edgelords, which we were luckily rid of around the prison segement.

>>620964
>...You know, I could infect them. So your all in a similar boat together.
>It's always better to let them know you're alive then be dead. They'll be far happier.

>>620964
>We can be your family. Come with us.

If the edgefags are that much of a concern then maybe give it a name other then "werewolf reich".malthougn I like to think that the Edgefags aren't a major issue anymore since the whole thing about that was threatening to tear this quest apart. I myself did somethings that could be considered "edgy" in earlier threads.

"You know, you should let them know your alive. They'll be happier... And if that doesn't work out, you can be a part of MY family."

"It's just... I'll send them letters."

"How?"

"...Goddamn it."

"Exactly. Besides, if you want I can infect them. Maybe your family could get into belly-rubbing like mine?"

"Erh, well... N- Wait, did you say belly rubbing?"

"Yes?"

"That's uh... That's pretty weird."

You scoff.
"You aren't a lycanthrope. You woudn't understand."

"Right... I'll uh, come. But no turning my family into werewolves, alright?"

Actions.

>Headpat.
>I can do that. Don't worry, I won't turn your family into lycanthropes.
>Not even a little? I like having new lycanthropes...
>So uh, do you want to live with us or on your own? Just curious.
>Write-In

>>621083
>I can do that. Don't worry, I won't turn your family into lycanthropes.
We just have to find a way to turn people into Kobolds then we'll probably turn his family.

>>621083
>Headpat.
>I can do that. Don't worry, I won't turn your family into lycanthropes.
>Not even a little? I like having new lycanthropes
>No tears only Headpats from family now.

You give him a headpat for being new to the family.

"Don't worry. I won't turn your family into werewolves."

Your eyes however, tell a different story. You stare into him with the classic technique called "puppy eyes".

"Uh... What's with the eyes?"

"What? Nothing... I'm just a little saddened you don't want your family to be glorious lycanthropes."

His very will is tested, you can see some minor sweat dripping down.

"Uh... No. Sorry."

"That's alright..."

You headpat him sadly.

Actions.

>...But you aren't living with me. Sorry.
>I think my house has enough room for more people. But you'll have to sleep in a chair.
>...Just curious, how exactly do you turn people into kobolds?
>Do you like meat at all? I'm curious.
>Write-in

>>621146
>...Just curious, how exactly do you turn people into kobolds?
>Do you like meat at all? I'm curious.

>>621146
>I think my house has enough room for more people. But you'll have to sleep in a chair.
>...Just curious, how exactly do you turn people into kobolds?
I wouldn't be surprised if he's had to sustain himself on rats along with what else he could scrounge up.

"Just curious... How exactly do you turn people into Kobolds?"

"I was put into a vat in a bunker not too far away from here. The bunker was destroyed though."

"Damn it, I'll have to have Karkmann research it."

"Right."

"So, do you like meat at all?"

"That depends..."

"...The only thing our family really eats is meat."

"That's uh... That's expensive. I mostly just eat rats and whatever I can find here in Berlin."

"But tasty!"

"Right... Goddamn it, I can't believe I'm doing this."

Hans has decided to come with you!

"So, you coming?"

"...I'm going to get a drink fi- Goddamn it, that's right. You drank all my alcohol."

"Oh. Sorry."

"...It's fine... I'll get my stuff."

Actions.

>I'm going to look for a salad. You want to help me? Maybe you can find alcohol?
>Go wake up your party, it's time you left.
>I have one last question... (Specify)
>Maybe you should talk to that nurse? She might be awake by now.
>Write-In

>>621212
>I have one last question... (Specify)
Is there anything you want to bring with or get Reid of before we leave?

>>621225
That's what he's already doing anon.

>>621212
>I'm going to look for a salad. You want to help me? Maybe you can find alcohol?

>>621234
Derp. In that case go look for a salad.

"Hey uh, I'm going to look for a salad. You want to help me? Maybe you can find alcohol?"

"Well... I would say that would be impossible to find a fucking salad in Berlin right now. The vegetables would of rotten."

Actions.

>...So? I think she can eat rotten vegetables.
>...In that case we should probably look outside of the city when we leave.
>Is there no food left in the city?
>...I still owe you for that alcohol. Let's find some more.
>I'm curious, can you drink more or less then a normal man?
>Write-In

>>621290
>...I still owe you for that alcohol. Let's find some more.
>...In that case we should probably look outside of the city when we leave.

>>621290
>...I still owe you for that alcohol. Let's find some more.
>...In that case we should probably look outside of the city when we leave.

"I still owe you for that alcohol, so let's go find some more. And later when we leave I'll look for a salad."

He nods his head and walks away, to pick up a STG-44. It's rather large for him though.

Roll me a 1d20+3 to find alcohol.

Rolled 14 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>621353

14+3=17

Success!


After some searching, you and Hans find a cold cellar in a bombed out building. You begin to climb down into it, and you see a single bottle of vodka, which you slam down. Hans however, grabs as many whiskey bottles as he can, which is a surprising amount.

"Is there any more vodka?"

"I don't think so. But holy shit, this whiskey is still cold."

Actions.

>...You know, why don't we see how much we can drink? I think I can drink more then a scaly German.
>...Whiskey will do just fine. Drink it and head back.
>...I can't tolerate the taste of whiskey. Let's just head back now.
>Write-In

Rolled 12 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>621353

>>621424
>...Whiskey will do just fine. Drink it and head back.
I wanna say we just ran into a merican supply depo. Why else would there be this much whiskey in Berlin?

>>621424
>...Whiskey will do just fine. Drink it and head back.

>>621451
You are surprisingly close.

You slam down a few bottles of whiskey and begin to head back. Being bigger means two things... Firstly, you need more alcohol then normal slav, and number two, alcohol goes down faster.

You head back to the listening post, and you hear the nurse trying to escape in your truck.

"What's that?"

"That's uh... Another new member of the family."

He raises an (eyescale?)

"I'm not doing what you think I'm doing."

"...Right. I'm going inside."

"Goddamn it..."

Actions.

>You should probably check on the nurse.
>...Your going soon. You'll check on her when you leave.
>You need to think... Relatable? Why don't you get Daciana to talk to her?
>Write-in

>>621515
>You need to think... Relatable? Why don't you get Daciana to talk to her?

great idea brain.

>>621515
>You should probably check on the nurse.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Rolling.

1=Get Daciana!
2=Check on it yourself!

You go inside to get Daciana, who's currently talking to Hans about what exactly he's been doing.

"Daciana?"

"What?"

"I've uh, I've captured someone. I need you to talk to her."

"What's this about?"

"Well... I thought Kutyvoka could use a friend."

"That's considerate of you... But you kidnapped them, didn't you?"

"...Just a little."

"Stojan, is your idea of making friends kidnapping them?"

Actions.

>You forgot giving a ton of headpats and bellyrubs.
>...Well, yeah. How else would you make friends?
>N-No. That's not true. I can make friends without capturing people.
>I just need you to calm her down, ok?
>Write-In

>>621615
>...Well, yeah. How else would you make friends?

>>621615
>...Well, yeah. How else would you make friends?


...I just realised we are worse than claw. I didn't actually realise that was a possibility.

I don't know how to deal with this...

>>621615
>...Well, yeah. How else would you make friends?
>I just don't have the time to make friends the old fashioned way and this is so much easier and quicker. Just look at you.

>>621638
Claw is a autist. Stojan is just a determined, overbearing and jubilant werewolf who likes to give belly rubs. Two completely different things.

"Well, yeah. How else would you make friends?"

"By being a normal human being."

You can't help but start laughing, and you fall to the ground, rolling. Hans just looks at you, confused, while Daciana leaves to talk to the nurse.

Roll me a 1d20+3 for how well Daciana does.

>>621666
This quest originally started out as "fuck the nazis" then became "Nazis are ok." to "Fourth Reich When?". Not to mention the MC went from "serious soldier" to what we have now.

Sometimes, I fucking love /qst/

Rolled 6 + 3 (1d20 + 3)

>>621714
Well we are neighbors with /pol/.

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>>621666
By the way, nice trips (((satan))).

>>621726
So far all of my quests have become essentially /pol/acks. I am alright with this, since I too am a /pol/ack.