>Dead? Wait, is that right? Let me read that again.
>Okay, yep. You're dead!
"Yeah right. I don't remember that."
>Okay. You wanna see how you died?
For a split second you see a building in front of you, before blazing light paints shadows on the back of your eyeballs. A wave of speeding air blasts towards you, dust and debris clawing at your skin in its passing. The voice speaks again as you throw your arms up to shield yourself.
>Yeah, sure. That's believable enough for me.
You open your mouth to speak, but the voice cuts in. It doesn't seem to care that it's interrupting, and it speaks with an impatient sort of hurry.
>Hey Neal, what's fate?
Your vision returns, the building gone. Instead, a deck of cards is dealing itself in the empty space right in front of you.
"Control?"
>Control. Gotta love it!
>So pick a card. What'll it be? Who do you take with you?
The cards in front of you are arrayed in a line stretching off to your left and right. They all have the usual markings in the corners, but only three of them have any design in the middle. The three in front of you, each with a gorgeously vivid, detailed face.

>so pick a card
>control

I pick Jace the Mind Scupltor.

>control, hubarce

>>12131742

Pick via inea-meanie-minea-moe. Starting with the one on the far left.

Or pick the one with the coolest looking design.

>>12131742
Inspect the cards.

>>12131742
Pick the little girl.

>>12131755
You don't see anything of the sort.

>>12131768
>>12131764
The faces in front of you are all familiar, on a close inspection. Each of a person you could call a friend.

Queen of Hearts: Lacille. The freckled, robust daughter of a rancher. She was raised to ride, to hay, to shoot, and to sing. You met her as a child. The two of you were inseparable, and promised to get married when you grew up. Something made you leave town abruptly, you can't recall what. She never really forgave you for that.

5 of Diamonds: Joseph. He was raised on ships his whole childhood, but once his father died he hasn't left land. You've heard him swear in at least a dozen languages. Works at a local auto shop where he can actually stand the people, and does most of the shop's work without complaint. Pays his half the rent exactly on time every month, and hates being called Joe.

Jack of Clubs: Leigh. A small-time lawyer you became buddies with after he got you off the hook for a minor offense that could have become major. He always talked a lot of crap about his ability to lay a man flat with fancy kung fu, but that hilarious grin of his kept you from ever calling him on it. His taste in suits is abominable.

>Not much in the way of options? Guess that's your fault, Neal.

>>12131793
"Fuck you, voice."

Let's go with the Jack of Clubs.

>>12131793
Who are we?

"Who I pick depends on where I'm going. And how long do I have to choose?"

>>12131817

No, fuck YOU. We go with the girl. DUH.

>>12131793
Lacille.

>>12131793

Queen of Hearts

You try thinking about your past, but as you seize upon memories they seem to flit away like small fish in a pond.
>Oh, how the time passes...
"Fuck you, voice."
>Aw, did I touch a sore point?

"Who I pick depends on where I'm going. And how long do I have to choose?"
>You have forever.
As the voice says this, dozens of images swirl into place in your mind.

A bustling city market under the hot sun is filled with shouts and cracks. The scent of metal changing hands lingers in the very air.
A tank tread crushes a man's torn arm into a mass of jelly.
A man lays in front of you on an operating table as a team of yellow-coated doctors works feverishly.
The maw of an enormous creature opens with an audible crack. Thousands upon thousands of teeth are littered inside.
A man stands in a snowy field, miles of footprints behind him.
The screen of an enormous television doing a color test fills your entire vision.
A vintage car makes its way through winding hilly terrain.
A solitary bomb falls with a whistle. Death waits inside, trembling with anticipation.
A kite flies high in a cloudy sky, buffeted by the wind.
An eye opens in the middle of a black void and casts about before settling on you.

>>12131871
"So do I get to pick where I'm going?"

"So do I get to pick where I'm going?"
>No.
You've only just picked up the Queen of Hearts as the voice says
>Time's up! It's been forever...
"But--"
>So... your fate has been conveniently predetermined.
The space around you crackles and changes from white to static, before swirling into a blender-like mass of blacks, whites, and greys. The cards begin dropping into undefined emptiness beneath you. Then, you feel a lurch as you follow.

You hold the Queen of Hearts tightly to your chest as you fall, fall...

Above, the white is drawn to a single point by the encroaching black. A faint whisper reaches you before the last bit of white is swallowed.
>I wouldn't die again, Neal. You really wouldn't like that.

You lose track of reality for what feels like just a second, stretched into a year. Then you wake up.

You sway as your eyes open. You're on your feet, and you only just keep yourself from toppling over. The air around you is like a hot blanket. In front of you is a girl you haven't seen in years. Even closer in front of you is her fist, about to smash into your gut. With no time to dodge, you double over in pain from the full body blow. Then she follows up by shoving you roughly onto the ground.
"Good to see you, Neal. You've had that coming for a while now." She looks around. "What the hell's going on? I've got no clue where we are, how we got here, or why the hell you're here out of the blue."

In the distance, you hear what just might be scattered gunshots.

>>12132120
See I knew we should have picked the lawyer.

>>12132145
Aw, this could have been Litigation Quest. Oh well...

>>12132120
Well the obvious course of action would be to figure out where the bullets are coming from. If you happen to see someone nearby taking pot-shots at you, then heading for cover would be a good idea.

>>12132178
The gunshots sound like they're way in the distance. You're on a gravel road, with a tall grassy field on either side. The gunshots seem to be coming from down the road, where you can see the tops of several buildings. Down the other side of the road a ways is a gas station.

>>12132219
We should head for the gas station. Suggest to our lady-friend that they might have a telephone.

>>12132319
You get up off the ground and start heading for the gas station. "Maybe they've got a telephone over there."

"Way to answer my questions, you jerk." But she follows you down the road.

As you get close, you see that the front windows have been broken in, and nobody seems to be around.

>>12132359
Look I've got no idea how I got here either or why I'm here exactly, but I'm sorry I left in the first place. Now I need to make a call and also figure out why this place is so dead quiet.

I suppose this died then?

>>12132669

Seconded. Also tell her that of three people, we MAY have chosen her. To stay by our side. Because we like her. Yeah. Some sappy shit like that.

>>12132852
I thought it had due to player disinterest.

Give me 15 minutes and we'll have the ball rolling again.

>>12133009
Still here?

>>12133422
Yes.

>>12132669
>>12132943
"Look I've got no idea how I got here either or why I'm here exactly, but I'm sorry I left in the first place. Now I need to make a call and also figure out why this place is so dead quiet."
"Since when did a 'sorry' make up for anything? Whatever, make your call."
"Also... of three people, I MAY have chosen you. To stay by my side. Because I like you."
"What does that even mean?"
You don't answer, because the sight in front of you is a bit distracting.

Up close, you see that the gas station has been shot up well and good, bullet holes in the walls and glass all over the floor. The drone of flies is audible from outside the building, and you see why: the attendant behind the counter is slumped over the top, phone in hand, and blood dripping in a red cascade down the counter's front surface. The register has been ripped out and ransacked, and most of the store has been trashed or emptied by evident looting. There is not a single box of cigarettes remaining, you note with a bit of detachment.

A change in the breeze brings a new smell to your nose. The gas pumps outside have been slowly leaking onto the ground.

What now?

>>12133672
Friggin FINALLY.

>captcha: bat- adverse

>>12133672

Grab girl, head in different direction. Stay off the roads. Try to shield her from the sight in vain. Yeah, no touching the phone either, since it's not likely to reveal squat.

Also ask her if she remembers anything prior to this.

>>12133672
Run. Grab the girl and run. There is death lurking there. Find another spot.
>captcha sez: numerous owains
OWAINS, OWAINS EVERYWHERE

>>12133795
>>12133841
You grab Lacille's wrist and start pulling her after you, right as she was reaching for something that must have been kicked away from the door. At the road, you look both ways before deciding that neither is safe to head down, and take a step into the squishy ground of the grassy field. Your foot sinks about three inches.
"Neal, nobody's here, they've gone. I want to check that newspaper stack out front. Did you see what it said on the front page?"

You pause a moment at the edge of road and field.
"Hey, do you remember anything before you got here?"
"I'd gone to sleep. It was going to be a short night but the cows needed to be brought in first thing in the morning. This isn't a dream though, because you're here."

What now?

>>12133924

INITIATE SEX TIEMZ.

Joking, joking. Just ask her what was on the front page.

>>12133924
Go back to check the newsstand.

>>12133924
"No, I must have been distracted by the corpse. Anyway, didn't you smell the gas? I really don't think it's safe, to be near the station with the pumps leaking like that. Hell, the place could have been booby trapped."

>>12133938
By way of response, she heads back and rips a copy out of the bundle, then returns and thrusts it back into your hands. The lead headline is in large screaming font.

HIGGINS-FULCHER ON FINAL APPROACH, CONFIRMED TO HIT
--Leading scientists estimate less than five days until impact

"Neal, what the hell is going on?"

"No, I must have been distracted by the corpse. Anyway, didn't you smell the gas? I really don't think it's safe, to be near the station with the pumps leaking like that. Hell, the place could have been booby trapped."
"Point," she sighs.

>>12133985
"Well, I think a lot of people believe doomsday is near. Wanna try survive it, gal ?"

>>12133985
>>12133992
Get out and find some place safe to go read the article about what appears to be a meteor hitting Earth.

>>12133985
Do we remember anything about this Higgins fulcher thing?

Try to find out if "HIGGINS-FULCHER" is a meteor, and if it is, how big is it and where it's going to land.
Hopefully it'll be something akin to the dinosaurs one.

>>12134009
>>12134010
You head down the road a ways from the station and open up the paper, and start skimming headlines.
HIGGINS-FULCHER IMPACT SITE NARROWED DOWN TO UPPER NORTHERN HEMISPHERE, WHITE HOUSE SAYS
WILL ASTEROID SHATTER PLANET? SCIENTISTS DEBATE
RIOTING NOW A GLOBAL MENACE
THIRD ATTEMPT TO PREVENT IMPACT UNSUCCESSFUL
GENOCIDE IN AFRICAN CONFLICT ESTIMATED 2 MILLION AND RISING
PEOPLE WORLDWIDE PREPARE FOR END
WAR ALONG INDIA-PAKISTAN BORDER
ASTEROID RETRIBUTION FOR SINFUL WEST, CLAIM COUNCIL OF IMAMS
SUICIDE RATE SKYROCKETING
And then you notice an article on the bottom of page 1 that you missed.
SPACE PROGRAM UNVEILS NEW PLAN
--Send small number of people away from Earth in suspension

>>12134022
You don't. Neither does Lacille from the looks of it.

>>12134079
Well, fuck.

>>12134079
Where is this program? We need to get there now and save us and our girl.

>>12134009
>>12134115
You read further into the article. NASA is preparing a rapid-fire launch of every remaining space vehicle in their inventory, modifying them with additional radiation shielding, and for carrying and powering suspension pods for a tiny number of individuals and a bare amount of supplies. One of the scientists is quoted as saying it's equivalent to throwing a dart while blindfolded and spun, but needing to hit a bulls-eye. The launches are taking place at Canaveral. The Russian and Chinese space programs are believed to be making an effort as well, though their success rate is claimed to be marginal due to recent developments.

"Well, I think a lot of people believe doomsday is near. Wanna try survive it, gal?"
"Damn right. And you don't get to call me gal yet."

What now?

Did the quest die?

>>12134308
I'm still here, awaiting player input.

Sorry for the delays on my end, but when people don't respond or wait 15 minutes to do so I don't check to see if the thread has updated as often. And giving more than a single bump by the GM is bad form in my book.

Okay, I'm interested...

But have no idea where to go from here.

>>12134347
Well, for the immediate goal that players have stated of getting on the spaceship away from Earth, you need to find a way to the launch site, and find a way aboard. Difficult but not impossible, and there's numerous things to be accomplished to achieve each large goal. For instance, if you wanted to get to Canaveral from an unknown location, what would your first step be?

Find out where said unknown location is. Look at the newspaper to see if it tells us anything about where we are.

>>12134371
You flip to the front page, where the name Orlando Sentinel looks back at you. Most likely you're nearby the city of Orlando then, though newspapers can be widely circulated; the weather at least matches what you'd expect of Florida.

What now?

Alright steal a map from the gas station and go see if we can't wrangle up a vehicle for ourselves.

Ask Lacille if she has any advice? Gotta play nice now.

>>12134399
>>12134415
You head inside with your shirt over your nose to block the smell of death and gasoline. You pick up a Florida atlas, then grab one of those cheapo plastic road maps as backup and stuff it into your pocket.

You're deciding whether to grab anything else from the remaining stuff that was deemed to worthless to steal and not fun enough to trash when you see Lacille running toward you from outside. A moment later, you hear why. An engine, loud and roaring, and apparently minus a muffler.

"We've got company, Neal! They might have seen me, I'm not sure, but they didn't look friendly!"

>>12134432
"If playing all those computer games ever taught me something, is that in these situations it's always raiders. Let's hide somewhere, quickly!" Get out from the back exit of the place, sneak off into the forest and from there try to see who is visiting.

>>12134432
Ugh, tell her to hide somewhere. These guys are probably raiders or something here to rob and kill us. Take some matches from the station if we're still in it and take cover somewhere and see if they step outside and if they are armed.

While these guys may be raiders, we need wheels to get to the spaceship. Theres are the first we've come across.

Lie low and keep our eyes open for a car stealing opportunity.

>>12134467

Agreed. Since they may have seen her, go to the back of the station and get ready to run back to the front when they go inside to investigate. Disable whatever driver is there, take car, get to spess

>>12134442
>>12134452
"If playing all those computer games ever taught me something, is that in these situations it's always raiders. Let's hide somewhere, quickly!"

You check for a back entrance, but this tiny little station doesn't have one. There's hardly even a bathroom. You hear the car pulling up near the pumps, with people hooting and shouting over the roar. "Get down, we'll have to hope they didn't see us," you tell Lacille, looking for matches... matches... aha, lighters. No cigs left here, but apparently they didn't need a light. These might help.

As the engine cuts, you hear a voice outside, speaking with the weirdest sort of accent. "Hey, I'mgonna seeif there's any gasin these pumps, seeif wecan get enough togeto the launch site. Gowan inside and seeif those clowns left anything good forus. Andif Jeremy's right andthere's anyone inthere... maybe we'll havesome fun 'forewego."

What now?

Keep hiding. If they do refuel the car, wait for them to do that.

Then set them on fire.

>>12134555
You stay put, motioning for Lacille to do the same.

You hear a pair of voices approaching the doorway, and then footsteps on the shattered glass on the floor.

>>12134510

Well, since there's no other entrance, we are in something of a pickle. No side entrance or anything, no windows we can sneak out of?

If we can't prep for smooth talking, preferrably lying to them that we can get them on the shuttle if they take us there. Our brother works for NASA, etc.

What is she wearing? Anything that screams "RAPE ME!"?

>>12134569

Try to stay hidden but prep for ambush. While it wouldn't be smart to fight (don't know how many there are, what they're armed with, etc), we should prep for the possibility. Any weapons we could make due with? Pipes? Hammers? Pringles cans?

I agree with that other dude, let's be smooth talking if we are discovered and bamboozle them to NASA.

>>12134570
>>12134597
You glance around. The two of you might be able to quietly wedge yourselves into the tiny bathroom and hope it's not checked. There's a side window, but it's in view of the door. Not really anything in the way of weapons either--mostly anything worth taken, was taken.

The lighter in your hand makes you think about the gas on the ground outside. Wrap the newspaper around a bit of weight, and you might just take out everybody still in the car--maybe the entire station too given a minute or so. There's still the two out front, but you could maybe rush them in the confusion--and hope they don't have guns.

Then again... maybe these aren't entirely unreasonable folks. Maybe you can string them a line about getting access to a shuttle if they get you to the base. They might not like it if they find out you're a liar, though. And they might not be all that reasonable...

At least Lacille's a down-to-earth girl. Jeans faded by honest work, not some chemical. Sturdy shoes--you'd bet money they're steel toed too. And a light long-sleeved plaid shirt open over a button-up work shirt.

>Fire
>Talk/lie
>Hide
>Pick, and roll d100 (dice+1d100)

>>12134616

Hide in bathroom.

>>12134627

Well we can't stay here. Who knows when those flights are going to leave, we need to get our asses in gear. We don't know their numbers, we don't know how many there are, so fighting or stealing their car is right out.

What we need is to talk our way out. Smoothly. Say we overheard they were headed to the flights, say that if they take us there, we can get them on. I like the brother works @ NASA thing, maybe that'll work.

Defend Lacille's honor if they try to rape her or anything. What does she look like, btw?

rolled 95 = 95

Fire, we they won't be friendly, and i believe their search will be torugh.

rolled 14 = 14

Hide.

>>12134660
The clothes might not overly entice them, but that's not so true of the girl herself. The face is what's most striking; auburn hair over a spattering of freckles on skin tanned from long days in the fields. As for the rest, the best description for it would be healthily robust. Though you wouldn't know it from looking at her, she's got the kind of muscles that work provides--give her a hug and it feels like cords of steel under her skin. She's not frail-boned, either. She got a lot of crap for that in school, up until the point where having wide hips became a plus, but she's still a bit sensitive on the issue. She's a hair on the short side too, and unlike with the quiet withdrawal she'd get about being solidly built, she's willing to deck anyone who calls her out on height.

Lacille gives you a glare as you eye her over.

>I was going to prompt again for a roll, but a refresh shows there's one already. Writing up the next post for that.

>>12134746

Sounds... muscley. Here's hoping she's curvaceous as well.

>>12134746
god damn it stop making me horny this is turning quickly into a porn quest

not that I'm complaining

>>12134768
Yeah that too. She's a ranch girl after all, not a stereotypical "-4 Str musclegirl" steroid and weights junkie.

>>12134715
>>Good roll, jeez.
Hoping to win them over is just too risky, you decide. It's a decent enough cover story--the payoff is enough to maybe make up for the lack of believability--but these might be the "steal, rape, kill first, then maybe listen" sort of folks. And as you tear your eyes of Lacille, you decide you won't take that risk. You pop the caps off several cheap lighters, and pour the fluid onto the newspaper, wrapping it around a hunk of drywall that broke loose during the looting. Then you give it a light.
"You hear somethin', Jeremy?"
"Naw, I--SHEEET!" you hear as the tiny fireball goes flying past the guy's head.

A sound you've heard only in movies is suddenly present--the sound of flammable material, and plenty of it, turning into a raging mess of fire in seconds. Several screams of pain come from outside.

"Aw, SHEEEEEEET!" you hear again.

"Neal, the the gas tank goes under the whole station! We've got to get out of here before it explodes!" Lacille tells you urgently.

What now?

>>12134826
"What are you waiting for?! RUN!"
run!

The car was out of gas and we blew all the gas up.
good job whoever suggested that.

>>12134826
Run the fuck outta there.

Get the hell outta dodge

>>12134848
The car had gas, just not a full tank. Getting gas out of those damaged pumps would have been a difficult prospect, too.

>>12134839
>>12134850
"RUN!" you shout, bolting up from your hiding spot with Lacille right behind you. There's two guys silhouetted by the flames in the doorway. One's staring in shock as several people run in agony through the lake of burning gasoline. The other is turning as he sees you approach, and begins to lower his shoulder as he readies to block you.

What now?

Lacille?

rolled 31 = 31

>>12134880

Knock his ass over, keep running towards the vehicle.

>>12134912

Way to condemn us to a burning gasoline death :(

>>12134912
You drop your own shoulder and charge full speed, hoping to overrun him. It doesn't quite work. You get tangled in his left leg, and the two of you go down onto the concrete, glass shards digging into your skin in more than one spot.

The car, parked next to the leaky pumps, has caught ablaze. More than likely, it will explode before the station does, sending shrapnel flying in the nearby vicinity. Better than the shockwave the station's reserve tank will send blowing across the nearby landscape, liquifying the internal organs of anyone close enough. Better, but not by much.

For a moment you wonder--could this be the building that you saw exploding, where the voice said you died?

What now?

rolled 48 = 48

>>12134933
PUNCH THE GUY IN THE FACE BEFORE HE CAN REACT
RUN AWAY

>>12134935

Get up, take Lacille by the hand, and get behind some cover.

>>12134885

Give her a farmer's daughter's outfit and I think we have a winner.

rolled 26 = 26

>>12134937
You punch the guy in the face. He takes it, and then starts working to get you into a headlock. "Jeremy, dammit, smack this fucker up!" he shouts angrily through grit teeth. He cries out in pain as Lacille's foot comes crashing into his side. 'Yep. Steel-toed,' you think as you try desperately to keep his arms from encircling your throat.

Jeremy finally snaps out of his daze, and you hear a sniiick as he pulls out a knife and decides whether to stab you while you're busy, or stop the girl from kicking his buddy.

What now?

rolled 27 = 27

>>12134987
Stab his eyes with the fingers!
Tell Lacille to grab something and use it as a weapon!

Bite his arm to get out of the lock
it always works

rolled 46 = 46

>>12134993
"Grab something and use it as a weapon!" you shout to Lacille as you try to claw out the eyes of your opponent, and managing to stay out of a choke for a little longer. It's an awkward strike in your position, and a roll by the other guy throws you off, barely scratching his cheek.

Lacille darts to the other side of your opponent as Jeremy decides she's his top target, keeping the two of you between her and the knife wielder. "Gee thanks. And what would you suggest?"

The heat from the flames pulses at you.

What now?

rolled 3 = 3

>>12135017

While fighting these guys is all well and good, we gain nothing if we explode in a fiery ball of death. We need to disengage and book it.

Rolling for disengaging combat and running away

run!

rolled 43 = 43

>>12135031
You try to hurl yourself away from your enemy's grasp, but he pops a knee into you--and as you jerk he finally achieves his chokehold, bearing down with a strength born of fury.

The nearby flames suck oxygen greedily out of the air, but you couldn't get at it anyways with your windpipe blocked. Two of the flaming runners have collapsed completely onto the ground, and small popping sounds are coming from the car.

"Com'ere, pretty thing, you wanna play rough?" Jeremy mocks, his knife waving teasingly as he advances slowly. "'s good, 's good, cause I got somethin' I gonna stick in you. Maybe mor'in one thin'."

What now?

>>12135031

I shouldn't roll anymore

rolled 20 = 20

>>12135070

Roll to disengage this chump and surprise Jeremy.

rolled 55 = 55

>>12135079
>>Death by rolling? On MY /tg/? It's more likely than you think.

The arms tighten on your throat. You grab at them, pulling hard. No good. Every second passing you feel your strength fleeting as your body craves for air, precious air.

Everything else becomes an afterthought, as you realize that it might be an ignoble lack of breath that causes your final demise.

Is there a way out?

rolled 43 = 43

>>12135133

To the rescue!

>>12135157

To the deathscue, maybe.

rolled 79 = 79

>>12135157

You see a blackness begin to creep along the edges of your vision. Sound is getting less noticeable. It won't be long now. If you don't get air, you'll die either from being choked to death or from being unable to escape the fireball about to consume this place.

You faintly hear a gasp above you, but aren't even sure who's causing it or why.

one of the worst quest on /tg/ finally ends

rolled 11 = 11

>>12135199
You're not dead yet. Not saying you won't be if dicehate continues, but not as of yet.

That said, if you're hating it, care to explain why? I'm always up for self-improvement.

Haven't seen this bad rolling since Tau Quest. Or Lord Quest. Maybe Bloodquest as well.

rolled 19 = 19

>>12135260

Then fix it and roll better!

Rolls for the Roll God! Dice for the Dice Throne!

>>12135271

The irony is delicious.

>>12135271
Lack of air compounds your problem as it becomes harder and harder to resist. You've got one more chance to break free, maybe two, before you won't be able to stay conscious.

It might be the end. But at least you'll go down fighting.
>Roll

>>12135212
I'm not that guy but...

We are presented no main character description whatsoever.
The start is in the middle of nowhere with only cryptic suggestions of a cocky voice.
Then, as a first problem, we are posed with an extremely difficult situation: we're in the middle of nowhere with raiders severely outnumbering us and no way to escape without getting noticed and attacked (not to mention the certain doom in 5 days).
Unless you intended for us to die, you put us in an unsolvable situation with our current strenght.
Saying that our suggestions lead us here is not a good answer either, as you're the one who accepts and declines suggestions and should have avoided situations like this which will end the quest prematurely.
Your last chance is a deus-ex-machina, but again that's not good GM practice.

rolled 75 = 75

>>12135297

We're going down, down in an earlier round, but sugar we're going down swinging.

>>12135313

Note to self: Whenever in need of a roll, quote a Fallout Boy song.

>>12135303
Appreciated. It's a much different style from how I normally run things, but there was something I wanted to try with this that I was hoping would avoid the usual quest issue of people not wanting to read threads and threads of past sessions. Not quite there yet where I can really put it into place, and we might not get there. Thanks for the input.

>>12135313
As you fall deeper and deeper into blackness, you hear a scream. You might be about to die. But the bastards aren't taking Lacille. You rise up, but instead of trying to break the lock outright, you release the arms holding you, and twist your body as much as possible; you let your opponent have an elbow full in the face as you drop back down, and hear a nasty crunch. He loses his grip, and before he can react you've begun dropping hammer blows into his face, desperation and hate making up for the air that's only now flowing in your veins. The blackness around the edges gives you a sort of tunnel vision, and your opponent's face is a mess before you look up.

Jeremy is stooped over, favoring his right leg. Lacille continues to back away, holding her stomach with one hand.

What now?

>>12135303
>>12135322
I meant to add: it got off to a confusing, vague start. There's a reason for that. Should the quest not die from lack of interest, things will begin making sense.

Amazingly the dice didn't require a deus-ex-machina. Good thing, because I'd let the quest die with the character before giving one.

>>12135376
Here's a protip for running campaigns:
a fake explanation is sometimes than a true explanation and far better than no explanation at all.
You could have very well gave us a fake one at the start and it would have added another layer of depth to the game once the faults in the explanation started to show up and forced us to seek the truth.


Polite sage for not contributing anything.

>>12135440
*is sometimes better

woops

>>12135440
Good point, and I can think of where I've used them in the past to good effect.

I figured that
>Good. Cause you're dead.
suited for explanation. Not saying whether it's true or not, and I've deliberately put some stuff as the quest going that could support it being either.

How much more would you suggest I have given in way of explanation at the start?

>>12134885
What's she doing with that shotgun down there? It should be on her shoulder!

>>12135523

Girls are no good with guns.

As far as the quest, let's grab our girl and skedaddle.

>>12135551
Looks like she got stabbed, bro. At least knife guy has his back to us.

>>12135559

Then let's hit him with something hard in the back of the head, If we lack anything hard, a fist will do. THEN skedaddle.

rolled 77 = 77

Rolls are important for such things

>>12135568
>>12135610
You move quickly up behind Jeremy, who is wiggling his knife gleefully. "You liked your taste of that, didn'cha? You're gonna get mor'in a little taste 'fore I'm done, sweet thing."

You reach from behind and pluck the knife right out of his hand with an, "Excuse me, asshole." He's too shocked at your sudden appearance and casual theft of his knife to do more than turn to gape as you bring the knife down on the back of his neck. Gape, and cry out, "Aw sheeeeeeet..." as he crumples.

>SELECTABLE ITEM ACQUIRED: SWITCHBLADE

"Now let's skedaddle!" you tell Lacille. She grunts in pain as the two of you haul ass for distance, first putting the gas station between you and the car. Even then, a few pieces of metal go whizzing by far too close for comfort.

You haul ass down the road as best you can, you still out of breathe and Lacille's shirt turning red around her hand. The eventual explosion is enough to cause you to stagger, but you don't think you suffered any permanent injury.

"Thanks," Lacille tells you. "I liked that last part," she says, trying for a laugh before cutting short. "Ow."

What now?

>>12135711
Let's sit down and see how bad Lacille is, and if there's anything we can do for her.

Then lets check our map to see if we can find away from Orlando to Canaveral, so we have some idea of where we're going.

>>12135764
"He got me here while I was kicking him in the leg," she says. "I think I'll make it, but it really sucks. We find some bandages, I'm calling first dibs."

The city ahead, likely Orlando, is not such a far walk. From there, the map shows that it's a fairly short drive to Canaveral. Barring clogged traffic, looters, and any other problems that might crop up. "We'd probably be best off heading that way," Lacille says. "See if there's not something we can salvage to get eastward. The rioters must have missed SOMETHING."

What now?

>>12135840

Is that a stab or a slash wound?

Because a stab wound means she ain't in the condition to be going anywhere at all without medical attention.

>>12135852
It's a slash. Doesn't look good, but she should make it a ways before real problems crop up.

>>12135897

Take your own shirt off and start wrapping up the wound. Alternatively use her shirt if we feel like getting decked by a musclegirl first.

>>12135923
You rip off a generous chunk from the bottom of your shirt after starting a tear with the knife. It's been a while since you've seen this sort of thing done, but you remember the basics. It'll do for now.

"Thanks," Lacille says with a smile.

>>12135840
Can't we go around the city and walk the rest of the way? Hopefully we have about 5 day before the shuttles leave (they might leave before the asteroid hits).

>>12135956
Checking your map, it seems to be about a 55 mile hike there. Doable in 5 days even with a stab injury, but you'll need to get supplies. Less time at Canaveral may give fewer opportunities to get aboard as well. However, the dangers likely to be found in Orlando are very real.

What now?

Somebody sum up whats happened so far for me?

>>12135998
We died but then we got better, and we found our long lost childhood love interest.

Also, the world is going to be destroyed in 5 days by an asteroid and we need to get to NASA if we hope to survive.

>>12135998
Short version?

You got transported near Orlando with a longtime friend. An asteroid is going to crash into Earth in 5 or less days. There is a chance for escape at Cape Canaveral. You killed some looters and your friend got slashed with a knife; you almost died from bad rolls.

Head into the city to look for supplies and transport?

Or travel cross-country?

>>12136024
you forgot to mention that the "long time friend" is our old ex-girlfriend who is still in love with us and god damn she's hot
not to mention she's a farmer's girl, which are the broest girls ever

>>12136110
There's that too, yeah.

By the way, are people enjoying this quest enough to want to see it continue? I'd call the earlier comment just a troll, but then reasonable guy made appreciated comments and I'm not entirely sure. There's also the general slow posting, which I'm not sure if is because of timing or because of disinterest. Let me know, or I'll cut it short so as not to clog /tg/ with unwanted stuff.

>>12136058
Definitely head into the city. We need food, water and medical supplies, not to mention transport, and we're only likely to find these in civilization (whatever is left of it).

Once we got these though, whole other ball game. we should leave the city as roads will be clogged, and skirt the whole thing. The one undodgable part of our route are one of the three bridges to the Cape itself.

I'd Say timing. I'm really enjoying things, even if it is moving quite slowly.

>>12136173
"All right, city it is. We need food, water and medical supplies, not to mention transport, and we're only likely to find these in civilization. Whatever is left of it. Let's get going, best to get there before dark."

>Roll 1d100 for possible encounter.

rolled 46 = 46

>>12136233
Roll'n.

Let's try to leave the city as soon as we can, we shouldn't try to stay the night.

>>12136285
>>A roll over 50 was going to bring encounter; higher roll, worse off. Can't let low rolling screw you over every time or the /tg/ dice seem to get smart.
You make decent time, though Lacille needs a few more breaks than she'd like to admit. You have to keep an eye on her and make sure she doesn't push herself farther than is smart to avoid looking weak.

Early afternoon and you're at the city limits. "What do you want to start looking for first?" Lacille asks. "Either pain pills or a gun sits well with me. Any ideas about where the rioting might not have hit? Cause that's going to be our best bet."

>>12136358
"Hard to say. All guns will probably have been already looted. Drugs, not so much, so I'd say to go for that. Meanwhile, we need a weapon, anything spiky and dangerous will do, I guess."

Will be back in 30 min, /tg/.

Sorry about that, had bad news on this end that took fricking forever.

>>12136507
"Really? I figured that getting high would be the first thing they'd--oh. Nevermind. Okay, odds are hospitals are either hit or locked down, and pharmacies have probably been ransacked by the junkies or the needy. We need to think outside the box here.

As for weapons, you picked up that knife, and I guess I'll grab something blunt when I see it. Be nice to have a gun though."

What now? Where do you plan to look?

>>12137655
>>12136819
Yeah that was sure 30 minutes.

>>12137690
Sorry about that, bro. It couldn't be helped, much as I wish it could. Anyways, since I'm sure that delay lost some players, if anyone new is interested, I can repost the summary of what's happened so far.

All right, it seems everyone's gone to bed, so I'm going to wrap it up here for the night.

If you want a continuation (and clarification of just what the hell was going on at the beginning), give it a positive vote on suptg. If there's at least 3 or 4 you'll get another thread. Otherwise I won't waste people's board space.

I got some good practice writing descriptive text for quests with this thread and saw how some ideas that worked well in theory actually panned out. Should be faster and more understandable next session (oh how I assume).

Thanks /tg/, and take care.

>>12138184
I wanna see how it ends

Plus, sup/tg/ is notorious for voting down quests on principal.

I vote here and now that I want to see more

>>12138305
>sup/tg/ is notorious for voting down quests on principal.
No, not really. It's been haters doing it because they can't handle people possibly enjoying themselves in a way they don't.

Damn and I thought I was the only one enjoying this, especially after that "you suck and should improve" bit in the middle. But now there's 3 votes on suptg, so it looks like we'll probably be getting round 2.

Wonder why nobody posted while the thread was going on at the end then.

All you can see is bright whiteness, stretching on and on without end. You feel as if you're floating through the air, with a pressure surrounding your body as if you were entirely underwater, for what seems like hours. Then you hear a voice.

>"Anyone want to play Dungeons and Dragons for the next quadrillion years?"

>>12138979
YES PLEASE I WOULD SIR

>>12138979
I'm a level 12 Vice-President.