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    169 KB Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:37 No.6202425  
    So, /tg/. I'd like you to imagine the following situation.

    You awaken to the excited droning of a small group of humans in white lab coats, towering above you, ever so far away. It'd take you several minutes just to reach them. You're sitting in a fairly large, perfectly even rectangle of damp soil, with small bits of offal embedded in it. You see various others of your kind, dragging themselves across the soil, slurping up the offal they come across with big rubbery maws. You notice each of your kin has a pair of strange red symbols imprinted on their slick ivory bulks - and so do you.

    /tg/, you are a slug. A fat, white, ghastly looking slug. But you hold potentially that even you do not understand

    But that's not important at the moment. Those white-coated bastards! A closer look at your environment reveals culure plates containing your comrades, sliced and bisected.

    You've seen what they do to you. You've seen it over and over again. It's been imprinted into your tiny mind. Images of needle, elaborate machinery, measurement and prolonged life in cases where death would be by far the more preferable option. They're looking for something. Something that they think you have.

    In fact, your time has come. Your kin continued to blindly drag themselves about, while a white-gloved hand looms above you with a pair of tweezers, plucking your fat little body off of the soil, depositing it in a clean culture plate and carrying it towards some sort of lab table.

    So, /tg/. You're next. You're the next experiment. You're going to die for some reason you may never know, at the hands some white-coated humans.

    What would you do, in this situation?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:39 No.6202444
    Desperately try to wake up from the craziest lucid dream ever?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:40 No.6202459
    that doesn't mean what you think it means
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:42 No.6202477
    I'm human, not a slug. It's lucid.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:43 No.6202489
    you have extra no fucking clue what a lucid dream is
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)12:43 No.6202492
    Is this a quest thread?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:44 No.6202497
    I use my giant brain to develop religion.

    Now it doesn't matter what happens to my body, because Slug Jeebus will take me up to sit in his garden full of fat tomatoes after I die.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)12:46 No.6202508
    I build up a massive amount of slime, and when he carries me over a canister of some kind i release it at once making out my escape through the trash system.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:48 No.6202534
    Lucid dreams are dreams in which the dreamer is aware that it is a dream.
    I don't really know what you're -trying- to getting at, but you're not getting there with this flailing.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:52 No.6202572
    You feel slightly comforted by this... fact? No, this belief. You believe that after death, something will preserve what you knew in life and allow you to live in paradise for all eternity.

    ... Holy fuck, that's some deep shit, man. You've never thought about anything that you weren't physically aware of, yet alone imagined shit on this scale. What the flying fuck is going on here?

    Nonetheless, that doesn't stop the current situation. You rise and you fall and you rise and you fall with every step that the blasted scientist takes. It makes you want to fucking hurl. The tweezers pluck you up again and take you from your culture plate to a much smaller patch of soil, this time. Any attempt to escape it and you're met with an invisible barrier. There is still delicious offal in the soil, however. Observation reveals that one of the humans is droning away, while sticking a metal needle into a small glass bottle filled with some sort of fluid.

    Unfortunately, there is no canister and you don't really have enough slime inside of you to build it up - although you do begin stashing away some of the lovely, lovely offal in the back of your gigantic fucking mouth.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:56 No.6202611
    eh. not much that can be done. this looks like a quest so...

    ... let's just wait for a bit. wait for them to pick us up. keep on storing away that food
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:56 No.6202612
    I burble little slug hymns

    >The greedy slugs raised their heads to listen. They waved their bodies joyously, and laughed their slimy laugh.

    >Huh-huh! Hear the sweet music at our feast. Hear the sweet music while we eat.

    >[Samuel the Narrator]
    >And then they laughed more than ever in their slimy way...
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)12:57 No.6202626
    I'm awestruck by this idea of religion and wants to go there now.
    So i lie really really still in hopes that the slug jebus will think im dead and take me there. We haven't invented suicide yet.
    (Play dead a more intelligent species might have called it)
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:57 No.6202633
    I crawl in the researcher's ear, wrap myself around his brain and take over his bodily functions. I control him.

    I then set out on making a lamp that can feed me, as I'll need to leave his skull every 3 days to bask in the light.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:58 No.6202637
    it's a dream where you control the dream

    not a dream where you're something other than what you really are, I have those almost every night
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)12:58 No.6202638
    rolled 11 = 11

    Oh yea. Bluff check against slog jebus.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)12:59 No.6202642
    I smiled at the reference but you're really trying too hard with that second part.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:02 No.6202663
    I hurry up and bisect the stupid little slug so I can get home to post a Flare thread on teej.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:05 No.6202692
    You're not capable of such acts - yet. You're just a normal predatory slug, gifted with the power of thought.
    You fall still once your mouth is packed full of lovely, lovely offal. But, nothing takes you away. You wait and you wait and you wait and all you hear and see are the humans preparing to torture you, just like they did to the rest of your kind.

    Finally, one of them reaches down with a pair of tweezers again, grabbing a culture plate and walking over to a sink, holding your bulk inches above the plastic plate. The tap is turned on and a waterfall of water splashes over your body, washing away the comfortable, moist layer of soil that you were bathing in. The tweezers are uncomfortably tight and the water keeps on bashing against you. It's really difficult to pretend to be dead like this.

    What do you try and do?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:06 No.6202695
    Crawl around lazily, then have a conversation with the humans.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:09 No.6202715
    bite the hand that feeds you!
    bite it.
    bite it.
    you said we're predatory, right?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:10 No.6202722
    Dude, we've already got a digestive system full of food. I'm sure projectile vomit will cause more impact than any slug bite ever could.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:10 No.6202724
    I think the whole point of it is it looks like a "quest", but in reality, all that's going to happen is out crappy little slug is going to die horribly, the OP will be all like "oh lol sorry guys".

    Also, I use my ice powers on the scientist.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:11 No.6202734
    It sounds like we're getting railroaded here.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)13:11 No.6202740
    I hate calling out railroad.
    But when you miss such an awesome concept as a Slug prophet...
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:13 No.6202757
    It does seem like a bit of a troll.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:13 No.6202759
    fall down the sink!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:14 No.6202770
    This, then praise slug heaven
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:15 No.6202774
    We get tossed back out of the sink. Seems we're a slug of Slow Digestion.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:16 No.6202786
    Vomit out the offal into WORDS! S.O.S!

    Hopefully someone comes to our rescue! If that fails, we puke at the scientist!
    >> General Malcolm Granger !tdu/XtyVrs 10/09/09(Fri)13:17 No.6202796
    i use my vomit to get propelled to the air-conducts, then make my escape
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:20 No.6202825
    Fuck it. Tripping just for this thread.

    You seem pretty adamant on projectile vomit - well, adamant as can be with two votes on it.

    It's far from enough to hurt - but the scientist immediately fills something splash over its hand and a stink suddenly fills the air. Its fingers are partially covered in stinking, half-digested mince, brown and oily. In shock and disgust, the tweezers are immediately released and they clumsily clatter into the sink with quite a noise.

    Your heavy bulk lands partially in the culture plate, partially out of it - your body slips to one side, barely avoid a pair of fingers trying to catch you. You impact the slippery metallic surface of the sink, slowly increasing in velocity as you head towards the open drain. However, the tweezers are snatched up once more and they descend towards your body - you're not moving fast enough. Freedom is near, but not not near enough.

    What do you try and do?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:20 No.6202826
    Turn into a snailgirl and rape the most attractive-looking scientist with my massive dick.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)13:25 No.6202857
    I slipper free from the scientist's now wet hands.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:25 No.6202862
    Do a backflip!

    Or any other maneuver to get off the table and down to feet-level!

    I think much better at lower altitudes.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:29 No.6202889
    More vomit to help us slide away from the scientists in as disgusting a way as possible!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:31 No.6202909
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:36 No.6202940
    As soon as the tweezers close in, they snatch up your body - then at thin air. An abundant source of water combined with the slippery mucus that already covers your body is more than enough for you to escape from all but the firmest grip.

    Then begins the athletics. You slip and slide, from side to side, back and forth, up and down, round and round, rolling and rolling towards the centre of the sink, evading the grip of the tweezers with surprising grace. In one last show of defiance, you vomit up the last of what your innards contain, leaving a long, dirty stain on the metallic surface before you slip into the open drain.

    Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! This is fucking fun! It's like some sort of bizarre waterslide descending, descending, descending forever. If you had any food left inside of you, you'd be chucking it up. However, after your previous display, you do not.

    After what seems like an eternity, finally your heavy, white bulk splashes into a massive, dank sewer. This section of the sewers stinks of blood and chemicals and of the corpses of a thousand of your people.
    It smells delicious.
    It smells like freedom.

    So, /tg/. You're now a part of a strange new ecosystem beneath the earth. An endless maze of drains extends before you. What do you wish to do?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:36 No.6202948
    I call upon the wrath of Slul-hugoth, father of snails, dissolver of souls. Smite these arrogant humans and send their souls to the realm of undoing, where they may writhe in agony among the great legions of hell slugs.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:37 No.6202954
    >father of snails
    meant to put slugs there, obviously
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:39 No.6202980
    You thank Slul-hugoth for your freedom, too.

    Couldn't do it with him, right? Even though you only just began to think that he exists, so whether he exists or not is unknown so is there really any point in... god, this thinking thing makes your head hurt.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)13:39 No.6202982
    Afterwards build a Cathedral. Recruit other creatures and begin a crusade against humanity.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:40 No.6202988
    Incidentally, we aren't some sort of mutant slug with mutant slug powers, are we?

    I mean, excepting the obvious increased intelligence.

    Because if we are some sort of mutant slug with mutant slug powers, and we just got released thanks to a scientist's screw-up, that's pretty tight.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:40 No.6202991
    become chud snail
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:41 No.6203001
    Well, you're thinking, that's for one thing. You've never really thought before. All of this shit's pretty new to you.

    As for any mutant abilities that you might possess outside of intelligence... Well, that's for you to find out.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)13:41 No.6203003
    we have increased agility, speed and intelligence.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:43 No.6203022
    Start exploring.
    Follow the most delicious smell. Slug's got to eat after that shit.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:46 No.6203052
    Sewer has to have some food it it.
    It's damp and dark enough to make a nice home, but we need to secure a food source too.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:50 No.6203086
    Ooohh, an example of a wraith Harrowing.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:51 No.6203093

    You beat me you fuck
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:51 No.6203095
    This, be cautious as there could be things that wanna eat me down here. No longer in the safe embrace of the soil samples.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:52 No.6203107
    I focus my giant brain internally, and try to detect if I can make more of... me.

    Otherwise, time to find a normie slug and poke it with my super-spikes.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)13:54 No.6203123
    I turn my attention to figuring out how to raise the dead and call them back from this life after life.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)13:56 No.6203145
    No, while the religion is new I'm pretty sure the slug-father is against necromancy.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:56 No.6203146
    You are starving after having thrown your guts up all over the white-coated humans. You attempt to locate the closest available source of nutrition in the area. You're primarily an insectivore but fuck, at the moment, you feel like you could eat anything.

    There's a problem though. There is one area of the sewer that's absolutely filled with food waste - probably coming from a fast food restaurant or something. Old, discarded meat, soggy fries, all of it stewing in a river of watered down soft drinks.
    Rats. A pack of rats appears to have made this location its home. Thankfully, they do not appear too big - there are enough of them that they are competitive, with only a handful of them being dreadfully large. If you compete with them, there's a chance that you might become the prey.
    Do you want to try to move on to a less prosperous location to graze or do you want to compete with these rodents? If so, what do you wish to try and do?
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)13:57 No.6203163
    Are there any scalpels and strings or similar in the area?
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:58 No.6203168
    Well, you recently scored with a chick. The chick was also a guy who scored with you. You're a hermaphrodite, deal with it.

    Anyway, within a week, maybe two, you're going to be giving birth to a batch of eggs that will share your genetics. You'll probably be able to breed with them.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)13:59 No.6203175
    While a scalpel is rare, there are various discarded bits of string and other bits and pieces, yes.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:00 No.6203180
    This reminds me of an old quest called parasite quest which was awesome.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:02 No.6203197
    Use our agility to craft a pointy stick. Hide beneath something. If a rat comes close try to jump up on it. use our intelligence to lead it towards the other rats and begin Jousting.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:03 No.6203205
    the string will serve as a way to control the rat like the way humans control horses. No idea what the mouth thingy are called.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:04 No.6203209
    Bit and bridle.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:04 No.6203211
    Ah right, thanks.
    >> Thou Dog 10/09/09(Fri)14:04 No.6203215
    You hold the reins in your hand, the reins control the bit in the animal's mouth.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:05 No.6203222

    I attempt to focus my mind and speak with the rats.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:06 No.6203236
    You might be surprisingly fast and your body might be surprisingly flexible, even for a slug, but you still lack manipulators, and manipulators are required in order for you to craft anything.
    So, this is currently impossible. Your current form is rather limited, yes.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:08 No.6203261
    What if we had 3 slugs?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:08 No.6203262

    Current form? This implies interesting things...
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:11 No.6203285
    You reach out with your mind - Slul-hugoth bless you - and try to communicate with these strange quadrupeds.
    Nothing happens.
    With every ounce of your will, you try to at least direct a single thought towards the rodents. If you can think, perhaps one of them can... You must communicate them. You must concentrate. You must focus. You must pour every bit of mental prowess you have into this chance at communication.

    ... The rats appears to have noticed you. They're approaching you curiously. You're rather alien in this landscape so they're going to initially be curious before you're considered food.

    What is your response?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:13 No.6203302

    I rear up and wiggle my antennae at them, still attempting to communicate my thoughts, "Peace, plenty, cooperation."
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:14 No.6203312
    "Greetings, oh most powerful of the sewer creatures. I come from above where the bringers of food live. This world is nothing but a shell to be cast off and we shall see the glorious future. A future where the food brigners shall serve us. Follow me oh you creatures of Rats, with my intelligence and your power. NOTHING CAN STOP US!"
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:17 No.6203329
    And ready some more spit in case they try anything funny.
    >> General Malcolm Granger !tdu/XtyVrs 10/09/09(Fri)14:18 No.6203335
    try to turn myselve into a rat
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:20 No.6203348
    ...god, every time I see you you're failing harder and harder. Underage b& tripfags are the fucking worst.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:21 No.6203353
    They simply stare at you. One nibbles on a recently obtained french fry absent-mindedly.

    One of the larger rats paws at you, attempting to shove you from one side and then from the other. It leans closer and gives the surface of your body a long, slow, testing lick.
    It grimaces and it spits. It spits again, and again, and again. Giving your fat bulk one last shove away, it heads off. The other rats follow their leader, who is still spitting and grimacing.
    A poor runt of a rat that just managed to catch up with the rest of its pack turns around, following the group away, desperately trying to catch up.

    It appears that detailed communication is impossible at this stage - whether or not the images of peace, plenty and cooperation were conveyed or not are unknown.
    In the end, it seems like the rats aren't interested - except in perhaps peace. You don't bother them, they don't bother you. They don't appear to hae identified you as a threat.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:22 No.6203362
    You spat out most of your innards when you were facing the scientists.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:22 No.6203366

    Then I feast!
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:25 No.6203387
    That's pretty well fucking manly come to think of it.
    We beat almost godlike beings by throwing out guts at them.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:26 No.6203393
    Then it's probably safe to eat.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:27 No.6203403
    Manly. The slug who impregnates is manly. The slug who is impregnated is not.
    An interesting concept. You'll have to think more about that another time.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:29 No.6203416
    We've hermaphrodites. Gender pronouns don't apply.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:29 No.6203421

    While I feast, I consider my options and take in the lay of the land.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:29 No.6203422
    Gender distinctions are for the hated white-coats.

    I have no time for foolish concerns. "Manly" is simply a word of pride (perhaps gleaned telepathically from the whitecoats?)

    In any case, let's see how well we can gorge.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:32 No.6203441
    Feasting is surprisingly difficult. The rats are mostly focused around the drains where the food comes from, with the big male getting a gigantic portion, the rest of the pack feasting on most of the rest and the runt barely surviving off of the meager scraps that are left to flow down the sewer.

    You're forced to swim back and forth in the water, crawling through the waste, desperately trying to catch passing fries and meat-pieces. Normally, you'd be okay with having to live with hard work. It's what creatures do - they don't 'feel' anything about what they do. Yet, you feel a lack of satisfaction. Although the waste is fucking delicious, you're not really satisfied. Too much hard work for too little nutrition.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:35 No.6203455
    Flowing water...

    Perhaps we can drag something out from the debris along the wall to help catch delicious morsels?

    Even dangling a string in the water should pick up a few sticky bits.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:36 No.6203466
    This sounds all fun and cool guys but you fell into a laboratory organic waste disposal drain. All of this was just a dream you had while in slug heaven because you either were ground up or fell into an incinerator and well were umm... incinerated...
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:36 No.6203468
    There's a practically endless maze of sewers and drains down here. You've inhabited the same one as a pack of rats for the time being. They appear to be nesting near the opening that the waste flows down and they respond negatively to your approach.

    Still, you've got plenty of half-digested foodstuffs in your stomach - you're able to throw up once more. It seems to be your primary defensive mechanism.
    While you are hermaphrodites, there is the male aspect and the female aspect - is the male aspect superior to the female aspect in any form? Is there anything preferable about the male aspect over the female aspect? Who knows.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:37 No.6203473

    I store a piece of food in my mouth and attempt to deliver it to the scrawny rat. If it isn't intelligent enough to communicate, then perhaps it can be tamed and used for my own purposes.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:37 No.6203476
    Then praise Slug Jeebus!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:38 No.6203478
    Bad idea. Offering food held in our mouth to the rat might get us bit.

    Best to drop in *near* the rat.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:39 No.6203486
    Weren't we insectivores? There's plenty of insects lying around, aren't there? That of our dead kin.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:40 No.6203491
    This is obviously not a country that prides itself on effective waste disposal. There are huge piles of french fries making their way down here with us.

    The lack of legislation is probably why we were made in this country in the first place.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:40 No.6203494

    I didn't say pass it to the rat directly. I said deliver it. I meant using your method, in a way that they associate me with the delivery of food, but I should have worded it better.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:41 No.6203504
    Yeah, but all our dead kin died from being pumped with chems and dissections. Eating them might have.. side-effects.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:42 No.6203514

    I might be missunderstanding here, but are you saying that slugs are insects?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:44 No.6203533
    Hm. Point taken, I didn't think that through. Still, it's a source of food, isn't it? At best we'll grow limbs or spit fire or some shit.
    >> General Malcolm Granger !tdu/XtyVrs 10/09/09(Fri)14:45 No.6203540
    i dont think Slul-hugoth will be happy if we eat our own kin, dead or not
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:45 No.6203549
    Nonsense. We're not exactly eating them as.. adding their mass to ours. We will become Many-as-One.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:45 No.6203550
    Now's not the time to quibble about our lack of knowledge of familial distinctions. Delicious freedom awaits!

    Git along, lil' rats!
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:46 No.6203555
    There were a few bits and pieces that weren't completely washed away, yes - but you're currently at the motherlode, the drains of a nearby fast food restaurant.
    Not exactly piles - but the fries are drifting down at a rather even pace.
    You catch a fragment of a soggy french fry and you drift towards the rat, discarding the fragment near it. The other creatures are too busy gorging to notice. The runt grabs it up and swallows it and when you return to your post, it follows curiously, stopping a short distance ahead of you - so it still has an advantage in catching food. But, if you have anything to offer, it's still willing to take it.
    You begin searching for string. The runt watches you in a rather confused manner.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:48 No.6203575
    You said we puked up our innards. Is there any way for us to.. ahem.. 'replace' what we may have puked up with some of the bits and pieces we might find via swallowing them?
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:50 No.6203594
    By puked your innards out, I mean puked out their contents. Sorry for the lack of explanation.

    You've already eaten enough vomit: ONCE more.
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)14:51 No.6203607

    Do we find any string or is it a lost cause?

    Also, fuck it, tripfagging for now.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:52 No.6203619
    ..On the issue of string.. That rat has a tail, doesn't it? And paws. Paws are better at catching things than a piece of string.

    I vote we dunk the rat by its tail.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:53 No.6203636
    So we use our telepathic link to the rat to ride it around?
    Might and intelligence for maximum amount of food indeed!

    Then we joust the leader for leadership of the clan!!!!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:54 No.6203645
    No, I'm saying we hold the rat's tail in our mouth and dip it in the water to scavenge floating foods.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:54 No.6203649
    We need to train it first.

    Dumb rat needs help. Can we drag a piece of fry over to it, or lure it toward the new food? Having a puppy might be handy...
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:55 No.6203659
    >Then we joust the leader for leadership of the clan!!!!

    Oh jesus, awesome imagery. I might have to draw that...
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:55 No.6203661
    How would that work?
    We don't have any strength. Only agility, speed, intelligence and telepathy granted were granted to us by our god.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)14:56 No.6203664
    A piece of packaging floats down the sewer, eventually. You notice them coming down. All sorts of stuff. Straws, plastic coverings, paper coverings... This was originally used to cover a burger, and there was a string to hold it all together. It's not exceptionally long - but it's fairly durable. You managed to swim over and catch the tip of it in your mouth.

    The runt has a look that says 'that is not food, you fucking moron' on its face.
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)14:56 No.6203668

    I agree. String would be a temporary benefit rooted to surviving in this one place. The rat, once tamed, would be a source of transportation and protection.

    We should concentrate on the rat.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:56 No.6203669
    Do it
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:57 No.6203676
    We're bigger than the rat, that means we're heavier. Holding its tail with our mouth shouldn't be that hard.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)14:58 No.6203690
    We are? Since when?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)14:59 No.6203706
    Please do.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:00 No.6203715
    You might...? Start working on it! Now!
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:02 No.6203724
    Most of the rats are larger than you by a few inches.
    The largest of the gang is large enough probably finish you in two bites.
    The runt's approximately your size, maybe slightly larger.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:02 No.6203726
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    Rush job
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:03 No.6203741

    Well, showing the rat our superior intellect might work to our advantage. I look for objects heavy enough to weight the string down.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)15:03 No.6203744
    Not awesome.
    But cute as hell.
    Love the utter surprise and confusion on hte leader rat.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:04 No.6203747
    Stupid rat needs some damn education.
    Placing the string by the side for now, you swim over, to fetch it another fry. It seems moderately pleased, if not the slightest bit thankful.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:05 No.6203753
    This thread must be archived. It has achieved a level of awesome and potential sufficient for such a sluggish endeavor.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:08 No.6203786
    Soggy paper has built up in various areas. Some of it is overgrown with mold - which smells appetizing, but could be dangerous - but other parts of it are fairly fresh.
    Collecting enough soggy paper with your pathetic excuse for a manipulator (a mouth) would take quite a long time and a lot of energy.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:08 No.6203793

    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:11 No.6203809

    Screw it, then. I look for an upward sloping tunnel and try to get the scrawny rat to come along with me.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:11 No.6203816
    We need to devise a way to get the rat used to taking our commands.

    Maybe we can climb on top of it while it's busy eating and get it used to our presence? After that, figure out how to build a bit and bridle.

    Or maybe just a series of gentle ear-nibbles.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:13 No.6203827
    We're trying to control the rat.

    We can't do that through foreplay, damnit.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:13 No.6203831
    How do you wish to lure the rat?
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:14 No.6203839

    I attempt to place a soggy french fry on the string and drag it along with me.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:15 No.6203845

    Or we could bite and carve out a portion of it's head, and control the rat from there by directly stimulating it's brain.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:15 No.6203851
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    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:16 No.6203858
    >> Dump-Anon 10/09/09(Fri)15:17 No.6203873
    Oh, man, that's way more awesome than my picture.

    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:19 No.6203885
    The runt watches you curiously and it attempts to sneak after you in a stealthy fashion - failing miserably - while still trying to keep up, trying to catch the fry that you're leaving unguarded. You lead it away, and towards another drain.
    Most of the drains seem to ascend, their waste flowing down towards the primary sewer in the current area.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)15:19 No.6203886
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    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:20 No.6203892
    Bring the rats, especially the leader, food. Get them to see me as some sort of provider, help raise the young. Then they will protect my kind as we will be as service to them.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:21 No.6203903
    Crawl on the ceiling to gain a new perspective on everything!

    (That's some fortune cookie level shit right there, you're welcome)
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:21 No.6203908
    This is awesome.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:21 No.6203912
    Too late for that. We're heading out into the sewers, with our rat companion. I figure since we're so used to calling him either 'the rat' or 'the runt', let's name him Runt.
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:23 No.6203924
    While you're capable of scaling walls, ceilings is a different matter. Despite your intelligence, you do believe you're still subject to that-which-pulls-you-downwards.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:26 No.6203943
    We want to get as close to the central sewerline as possible - there we will have access to all sorts of goodies.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:27 No.6203958

    Wave a bunched-up eyestalk like an angry fist and mutter "Damn you, Damn you all to hell!"
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:28 No.6203968

    Are there any noticeable differences between the various drains?
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)15:30 No.6203982
    Make a mental note to kill that-which-pulls-you-downwards.

    What are our plans for the rat?
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:32 No.6204001

    Once it sees us as its provider, it will provide protection of a much better nature than that of vomiting. In time, once it fattens up, we may even be able to use it as a form of transportation across terrain that would be deadly to us.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:34 No.6204016
    Each drain generally produces something different. Some produce delicious things, some produce chemicals, some produce large quantities of biological waste - as in, feces.
    Your journey is long and treacherous. You go past many different sights and encounter many different things. You see roaches feeding off the remains of a flushed cat carcass. You narrowly avoided being swallowed up by a wave of bubbly bath chemicals. Eventually, you arrive at the central sewage line. All sorts of rare delicacies are floating down it - as well as all sorts of strange, dangerous things as well. All sorts of little things.
    Once you come to a stop, Runt quickly eats the fry you dragged along, peers around and quickly scent-marks a wall.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)15:35 No.6204026
    And more short term?
    Why not keep it where we are?
    There's food here. The drainage from the lab gives us tools. The chemicals might cause us to further evolve into super slugs.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:37 No.6204039
    >and quickly scent-marks a wall.

    Thats the spirit! Yes, yes this is a fertile land. We shall rule over this land and call it, ....... , this land!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:39 No.6204053
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:39 No.6204056

    A life of scrounging for food may be suited to my less intelligent brethren, as well as the rats, but we have so much more potential than that.


    I attempt to stroke Runt's head with one of my antennae. I attempt to communicate with him again, now that he is away from the influence of the pack. "Rest. Peace. Calm."
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:41 No.6204071
    *the runt suddenly turns to you*
    "I think we should call it YOUR GRAVE!"
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:43 No.6204101
    AHhhh!! Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:43 No.6204102
    There are dozens of assorted items floating past - too many to mention. All sorts of discarded bits and pieces, mostly common things that no human would regret giving up.
    In your inventory, you currently have:
    Runt has:
    The rat shrugs and settles down. It yawns and curls up, relaxing. It watches boredly.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:44 No.6204110
    Ahaha, mine's an evil laugh! Now die!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:45 No.6204122

    Get out.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:46 No.6204136
    Go watch Firefly. Seriosly do, its fucking great.
    >> Thou Dog 10/09/09(Fri)15:47 No.6204139
    You are so hilariously wrong.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:47 No.6204143
    jump in the chemicals and take a quick chemical bath. Hopefully slug jeebus will bless me with further mutations and I may end up atleast quadrapedial instead of using my mouth for everything.

    After that grab some food to share with Runt... oh and you lost your trip Bio
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:48 No.6204151
    Ah, yes. Here's my trip.
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:48 No.6204152

    So I AM capable of communication. This has good implications. I'll have to test the extent of this control. I attempt to get Runt to bite and hold one end of the string in his mouth.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:48 No.6204153
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    >> Thou Dog 10/09/09(Fri)15:48 No.6204154
    > antennae

    ...I think you mean eye-stalks.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:49 No.6204167
    Communication....or perhaps slight control? Subconscious implantation of drives perhaps?
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:49 No.6204168
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    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:50 No.6204173

    Slugs have both. I don't want to go around rubbing my eyes on things.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:50 No.6204175
    Try and catch a small bit of food for Runt whilst observing the layout of the sewers. Are there any possible exits that we may access? What is in the East? What is East? All very important questions...
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:51 No.6204181
    Runt covers his head with his paws. Ow. Looks like he's got a bit of a migraine. Too much information in that thought there, buddy. He can't quite process it.
    After this, you decide to bath in the next obvious chemical flow. You jump into the sewage water and you swim over towards the next nearest pool of chemicals and it's a rather novel experience, to tell the trOHFUCKGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTITBURNS
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:52 No.6204192
    >What is east?

    The implications of this question are astounding, I don't think it's the sort of thing we should be devoting mental power towards thinking about. What is direction? Considering the realities of location and being? No sir, not today, not in this sewer.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:54 No.6204219
    did we get any powers? Or just burn off the skin...
    >> Yrch !SR8wC5V8N6 10/09/09(Fri)15:55 No.6204223

    I get the fuck out of those chemicals and make a vow never to do that again, provided my injuries aren't too grievous.
    >> Fighter 10/09/09(Fri)15:55 No.6204226
    Get out. After the pain has passed. Get a cup to carry the chems in.
    Fire-water is the stuff of demons and should be understood to best know how to utilize and combat it.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:56 No.6204234
    Get out and find a still, comparitivly clean pool! Get it off of us!
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:57 No.6204249
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    It's the dread White Death!
    >> Bio !LzFfkxZBAY 10/09/09(Fri)15:58 No.6204264
    Runt stares at you as you squirm out of the chemical spill and into the normal contents of the sewer - diluted piss. It's quite soothing, after the previous experience - but your body does bare scars. Painful scars. Previously flawless alabaster flesh is now quite obviously burned and scarred. Every movement causes pain. It fucking hurts and it will definitely take you a while to recover from that mistake.
    >> An Elegan/tg/entlemen !3GqYIJ3Obs 10/09/09(Fri)15:59 No.6204267
    Wait a minute, what about insects?
    Shouldn't sewers contain millions of insects?
    ... We DO need followers for the Slug-God, after all.
    >> Anonymous 10/09/09(Fri)15:59 No.6204273
    Dry yourself on the Runt's fur and then build up a nice thick protective layer of slime.
    Proppa' Sluggy dat is.

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