>>9699407
Pretty cool, but I'm not really feeling 40k.
Unless you guys want to do some kind of Futuristic Dorf Quest?

>>9699407

Goddammit.

wat

>>9699385
What do you mean? I just burned one too. Are we supposed to just make shit up based on the picture?

>>9699435
Hmmmmm......

Gonna take note of that.

SORCERESSZ

>>9699512
right now I'm thinking this one; do some crazy post-apoc fantasy shit.

I'll give a few more minutes for sweet-ass pics though.

>>9699559
Holy crap.


The lights flicker on, humming dully. They flick on every morning, and this is simply a morning like any other, one more in a string of cold sterile mornings stretching back as far as your frayed memory will take you.
You count the seconds. Sixteen seconds. That's how long it takes the orderly to reach your door and fling it open. Four seconds. The exasperated intake of breath.
"Jesus Christ, 82,even though you never run out of the stuff, you think you'd have the fucking decency not to paint the walls every night."
82. That's not your name. Is it?
Stuff. Your blood. It never runs out. And it's never silent.
"Rise and shine," your blood says, murmuring within your veins. "What are we going to do today?"

What indeed?

1 whole bowl? lightweight

>>9699706
Whoa, man, slow up; I said i had JUST smoked a whole bowl of weed.
Smoking the second while I wait for the quest-response, with no plans on slowing down.

>>9699632
Rush the orderly, try to escape.

>>9699662
Doing another quest hook, I'll develop any that are responded to.

The wind whips harshly past your face as you stare down at the swiftly-moving countryside below. Somewhere above you, you hear a bell chiming the hour, distorted by the howling wind.
All around you the fortress hovers solemly along, a great mobile promontory that once held your entire society.
Only you remain, alone in your charge to keep the temple aloft as it travels to a long forgotten destination to carry out some archaic, forgotten purpose.

What is your name?

>>9699823
You can hear your blood stir nervously as you bound forward, drop-kicking the orderly backwards and smashing your cell door open.
"Hey...we didn't talk about this..."
You scrabble to your gaunt feet, looking about as the orderly beneath you groans. No one else seems to have noticed your escape. You are in a long pale hallway. Staggered doors line each wall, stretching as far as you can see in both directions.
"What do you think you're doing?" your blood clambers. "We're never going to get away with this!"

>>9699858

My name is Rusty Shackleford

>>9699899
Check the orderly for keys

bumping with cool shit

>>9699968
You fumble around in the orderly's pockets, coming up with a keyring bearing four plastic keycards and an ornate key made of glass. you can feel your blood pooling behind your eyeballs to get a better look. Your veins are becoming increasingly taut with pressure. Your blood feels you notice this.
"Oh, it's...it's not so bad, really. You'll be fine for another few hours at least."
You can tell when your blood is lying to you. Before the hour is up you'll have to let him out just so you can think straight again. And he'll have spent all that time growing, and working up an appetite, and there won't be anything for him to do but feed.

Your reverie is interrupted by the echoing sound of an opening door down the pale corridor to your left. Your blood whimpers like the coward it is.
>What do?

>>9700060
Quickly stuff the knocked out orderly in your cell and shut the door behind you then run like hell in the direction opposite of the echoing sound.

>>9700060
Eat the orderly

Let your blood out and feed on the guy to calm it down, we don't need it spazzin out later on and need to actually talk or sneak

>>9700131
You hastily drag the orderly into the cell while your blood sloshes about lazily under your skin. You can hear distant footsteps making their way down the dimly-lit hallway, and your heart swirls your blood about quite excitedly. Closing your cell quietly, you pad barefoot away from the noises.
As you make your way down the narrow hallway, you notice a door unlike the cell doors you've been passing. This one leads into a well-lit hallway leading to another door. Behind you you can still hear the footsteps, moving slowly.
Your blood shivers noticeably.
"We should just go back. I'm sure they won't be mad."

>>9700220
Hide in the hallway and hope footsteps go past you

>>9700265
You open the door, wincing as it creaks, and hide under the window in the lit hallway, your blood pounding against your skin. Your head's beginning to hurt.
You try to quiet your breathing as you hear the footsteps approach, pausing at the door. Your tension is palpable, and you can barely hear anything over the pounding of your blood in your head.
>What do?
>(Roll d100 if attempting to remain quiet/other difficult action)

rolled 22 = 22

Stay quiet. Hope he leaves.

>>9700473
Well shit

>>9700499
Maybe it rolls like Tau Quest?

>>9700473
You hug your knees, pinching your eyes shut as you wait an eternity for the footsteps to leave. Soon all you can hear is a high-pitched whine and the blinding pain in your head.
In a moment of clarity, you realize you are the source of the whining sound as your fingers dance across your scalp, helpless to allieve the agony.
The footsteps move swiftly over to the door, and you see the form of a white-coated man appear in the window. He pulls the handle, pushing inwards and speaking angry words you can't make out. Everything seems so blurry....

Your blood erupts from around your eyes, moaning to itself, "No, i'm not ready yet..." You claw at your skin as you feel the uncomfortable heat your blood generates when it gets excited.
Your blood tries its best, but in the end it's always the same. When you can see again, raise your fingers to nurse at the sizzling burnt flesh around your eyes, surveying the wide swathes of flesh removed from the doctor. You think you can remember this doctor from one of your needle sessions. Thirty-seven needle sessions. You wonder if that ever produced any meaningful data.
Your blood is hidden somewhere under your skin, cursing at itself and weeping itself slowly larger. You wish you could be rid of it's self-loathing and outbursts.
You realize your blood might be insane.

>What do?

>>9700611

Search needle doc for any useful items.

(Important Note: Second bowl has expired. Is a Third Bowl to be advised?)

>>9700672
hell yes

>>9700654
You peel apart the singed lab coat the doctor was wearing. Everything within seems to have been charred into uselessness.

Your blood seems to have fallen into a fitful slumber. You can occasionally feel it kicking within chest.

Moving to the door at the end of the hallway, you peer through the crack and realize that this door leads out of whatever strange prison this is. You could flee now, or you could try to find some clothes/supplies.
Your layabout, useless blood is notably silent on the issue. You wish you could take naps.

>>9700737

>>9700737
Charred? As in burnt?

Anyway, let's go ahead and head back and explore this place some more and see what else we can find. Let's go back to the previous hallway and continue along that and see where it leads.

>>9700804
You turn away from the outdoors for the time being, looking dejectedly at your hospital gown, and at the doctor's now-useless clothing. Damn your selfish blood.

You make your way down the hallway without meeting any further resistance until you reach an alcove containing a pair of doorways. One is bordered by a large plate-glass window, and you can see it's some kind of security station. The other appears to lead to a stairwell.

Your blood stirs, grumbling. It must be having a bad dream.

>>9700902
>>9700804
(sorry, yes, burnt.
Bowl Number Three is cleared for launch.)

>>9700902
Check to see if there's anyone inside. If there isn't go inside. If there is, try to sneak away.

>>9700913
Holy shit. We must have some kind of fire blood or something like that.

>>9700947
Nervously peering through the glass, you can see a man seated at a desk; he doesn't look like he's seen you.
Stepping away into the alcove, you slip onto the stairwell. Down a flight of stairs you can see a door that leads to an employee parking structure. Up the stairs you can see the staircase turn out of view, along with a door to a supply closet.

Your blood has lapsed back into dreamless silence.

>>9701000
Loot the supply closet for anything useful

>>9701062
this

>>9701000
What do we know about our blood?

>>9701062
You can see now that the staircase around the corner leads to another level of cell hallways.
Opening the supply closet, you find the following objects:
-A MOP
-3 litres of PINE SOL
-6 RAGs
-1 can of TOILER BOWL CLEANER
-1 PORNOGRAPHY MAGAZINE
-1 VACUUM CLEANER
-WIRE CUTTERS
-2 CLAW HAMMERs
-8 LIGHT BULBS
-3 boxes of NAILS
-SCREWDRIVER

>>9701083
It's a little bitch

>>9701136
Tie rags around any exposed skin. Wield mop.

>>9701136
And take the pron, just in case

>>9701083
Your blood is a no-good stinking layabout. Every so often he needs to be let out to feed, which occasionally causes problems for you. If he hasn't fed in a while, he gets very excited, generating a great deal of heat.

you have 2 pockets and 2 hands to carry stuff with.

>>9701136
Take SCREWDRIVER and use with RAGS on MOP to make IMPROVISED SPEAR

Also, take the pornography magazine. It might make for a good distraction.

>>9701153
>>9701158
>>9701187
You wedge the pornography into one pocket, then use one of the rags to tie the screwdriver to the mop.
<SPEAR created!>
<SPEAR equipped!>
You then use four of the rags to tie on some MAKESHIFT BOOTS, and the final rag to create a BITCHIN' HEADBAND.

Suitably equipped, you take stock of your situation. Inside your guts, your blood belches in its sleep. What a filthy little douche.

>>9701254
Alright, now that we're properly armed and that little bitch is asleep, we should try to find an exit

>>9701254
Fook year

So here's the plan. Take a LIGHTBULB and go back to the guard station. Hide in shadows. Throw the LIGHTBULB so that it shatters outside the guard room. When the guard comes to investigate, attack him with SPEAR.

>>9701296
you move back down the stairs, gleefully reveling in your silent padded footsteps. You brandish your spear, peering around the corner to make sure the guard is still behind the window. You toss your lightbulb, popping it against the glass. You stand back as you hear the footsteps approach the door, then thrust blindly as it is opened.

Your screwdriver enters the neck of the security guard just below the chin, punching through the bottom of his mouth and skewering the back of his throat. It's not a fatal injury, but his screaming wakes up your blood. Great.
"wha...what are you doing? Oh my god, you're killing that man!"
The guard continues screaming. This could have gone better.
(Roll d100 to continue attacking)

rolled 1 = 1

BURN MAIM KILL

rolled 16 = 16

rollan

rolled 22 = 22

>>9701438
good job m8

>>9701438
Well fuck.

rolled 38 = 38

>>9701438
Son of a bitch

>>9701466
Also ignore that dice roll. forgot to take it out of the email

>>9701438
(HA HA HA HA)
You try to drive the screwdriver deeper into the guard's face, but your arm waggles uselessly while your blood bawls like a baby. The guard manages to wrestle the mop-spear away from you, snapping it in half, the screwdriver still lodged in his neck. He smashes the mop handle into your side, drawing a taser as he does so. As you stumble back through the door, you see another guard approaching, drawn by the noise.
"You should have just given up!" Your blood whines. "This is really going to hurt!"

>>9701524
Throw the porn at them and flee, shrieking as we do.

>>9701524
Force the blood to get shit done. It can cry like a bitch later. Right now it's guard burning time!

>>9701524
Shit.

Try to rush past the guards and head back to the storage room and dual wield HAMMERS

>>9701552
>>9701558
You hurriedly toss the pornography at the bleeding man, slapping him noisily in the face. Then, you bowl past the new arrival, wailing shrilly and waving your arms about. The guard stumbles to the side, distracted and horrified by your desperate assault. You try to will your blood to do something, but it quivers uselessly in your veins.
"No way! It's too dangerous out there. And...I might hurt someone again!"
You are bolting down a cell corridor, with voices shouting behind you. Soon you come to another security room, this time with an elevator instead of a stairwell.

"Blood, this isn't the best time for a deep conversation, but you really need to pull it together! I'm sick of being locked in here all the time, and I'm not dealing with it anymore! We're gonna bust out, and hurt as many people as we have to until I find a place where I feel safe! NOW GET MOVING!"

>>9701666
take the elevator down

>>9701666
Hit the 'up' call button

>>9701666
Press button to call elevator and hope it comes in time.

>>9701702
>>9701710
You give your blood an angry pep talk, and feel your pulse rise slightly as your blood comes out of its torpor.
"Fine. But I'm not ready to feed again, and you can't make me go out there."
You tap the elevator button frantically, hearing the footsteps of the guards behind you. It slowly slides open and you dash inside, mashing the first button you feel. You hear the doors slide shut behind you, even as they are pounded on. Looking at the board, you see you are headed to the parking level. You could probably go to any of the other floors from there, however
-P
-1 (current)
-2
-3
-4

>>9701815
4. lets see whats at the bottom of this.

>>9701815
Time to P

>>9701821
Wouldn't that be the top though?

But regardless, sure, why not.

(Roll a d100 with your decision and we'll give it to the highest roll)

rolled 50 = 50

>>9701839
I hope I don't botch this one

rolled 75 = 75

>>9701831

NO DAMMIT DON'T WASTE THE HIGH ROLLS ON MEANINGLESS STUFF.

Also I thought 4 was lowest because of how you laid it out. lets go to ground level and gtfo.

>P

You let the elevator travel to the parking level, slipping out of the doors and into the sparsely lit parking lot. You might be able to loot the cars for clothing or food, or even steal one of the vehicles themselves. Could you hotwire a car? You stare at your hands as though they are unfamiliar. You're not really sure.
>what do?

>>9701981
Find a van, break into it.

>>9702025
No. We don't want to break into anything. Car alarms and what not.

Look around and find one that's unlocked. Shouldn't be too hard.

>>9702100
>>9702025
You find a row of vans bearing the pictured symbol, along with the lettering ARKHAM RESEARCH LTD. One near the end of the row is unlocked.
Slipping onto the seat, you look in the back. There are a few uniforms with the same logo on the front pocket, as well as several padlocked lockers. You discover that, yes, you can apparently hotwire a vehicle.

Your blood purrs nervously inside you.
"I hope you know what you're doing..."

>>9702180
"Not a fucking clue. Now! Onwards to Adventure!"
Gun it out of the parking area.

>>9702180
>ARKHAM RESEARCH LTD

Batman?

But yeah, let's get the fuck out of here and hope we know how to drive a car.

>>9702234
>>9702197
You reverse the van out of the parking space expertly; you are pleasantly surprised at your own driving abilities.
Mashing on the accelerator, you squeal around a corner, smashing through a lowered security gate and screaming past a security guard who runs after you futilely. You shower sparks on the parking lot as you drop off a low curb, taking a sharp corner to get on the outside road.
The building you were in seems to have been situated in the middle of nowhere. There is nothing but a darkened road in either direction of the 1-story office structure. It seems there were 4 subterrainean levels beneath the parking structure then.
You rev out into the dark highway, your lights illuminating a small circle ahead of you. You hope you can lose whatever eventual pursuers will be behind you.

Your blood bubbles excitedly.
"This is all rather exciting, isn't it?" You feel him swell slightly with excitement. Great. He'll be needing to feed even sooner if he keeps this up.

go off road, ditch the car and hide in the convenient woods nearby.

>>9702292
>exciting excite excitement excited.

Jesus, I'm so sorry I did that

>>9702311
Seconding this, but instead of hiding the woods let's hitch hike.

>>9702328
(you guys are exactly the kind of glorious lunatic i could only dream about)
You pull over to the side of the road, dipping the van into a shallow ditch.
>will you change into an Arkham Research uniform before attempting to hitchhike?
Currently equipped:
RAG SOCKS
HOSPITAL GOWN
TOTALLY BITCHING HEADBAND

>>9702357
Change into the uniform but keep the headband

>Arkham Research

IIRC, wasn't that a place in the Cthulhu mythos?

Guys, I think I know what's up with our blood...

>>9702391
It's a little bitch?

>>9702371
Within moments, you are buttoning on the uniform. Unfortunately there are no shoes, so you are limited to your RAG SOCKS.
Moving a few feet past the van, you stick your hand out awkwardly. Staring at it for a moment, you slowly extend the thumb while making a fist. Yes. Yes, that was how it was done.

>roll d100 to hitchhike!

>>9702357
Yeah. Change and keep headband.
>>9702391
Not familiar with the mythos. What's wrong with us?

rolled 38 = 38

>>9702428
Rollan for hitchhiking

>>9702441
You wait shivering for what seems like an hour or so before you finally see an approaching set of headlights. Your blood, who has been singing to himself for the past half four, stops and takes note.
A woman steps out of the car, squinting at you.
"Are you all right?" She asks with a southern accent. "You need a ride somewhere?"

You feel your blood twitch. It's beginning to get hungry again.

>>9702500
Tell her yes. Try to surpress blood now that we don't need it.

"yes please. where ever you could take me to id be grateful for, i dont have any money or anything though"

>>9702431
Cthulhu Mythos. Lovecraft. Horrors from beyond the stars that mankind was never meant to see. We are a small speck of sanity adrift in a universe of madness, and it is only by our smallness that the wretched powers do not notice us.

Our blood has been given life by some blasphemous pnakotic ritual. Let's test my theory: Draw the Elder Sign. Both forms. The typical star with a bleeding eye in the center, and the one that looks like a cueniform leaf. If either one makes our blood freak, then we're fucked big time.

>>9702529
>>9702522
"Well go on then, get in!" she gestures to you.
You slide into the passenger seat, adjusting your headband. She begins driving again.
"So is that your van broken down back there? Are you headed into Miami? And does that mean you work at that big gov't type place out there? What's that like?"

"Where are you even going?" Your blood asks, somewhat impatiently. It gets crankier the hungrier it gets. "You don't even have shoes. You just have rag-socks."

>>9702602
Let's save the crazy occultism till after we get a ride with southern blood snacks, okay?

>>9702617
Tell her that we worked at the big place and yes our van broke down. We are heading towards the local town. It was an interesting place to work at, to say the least.

>>9702657
This

>>9702657
>>9702657
She seems content with this, and her questioning subsides. You drum your fingers nervously on the passenger door as you feel your blood pulse against the walls of your veins, your eyes bloodshot with its swelling.
Your blood gets hungrier and hungrier as you drive on. The clock in the car suggests that it is around 6:30 AM.
>Roll a d100 to suppress your blood until you get to town.

rolled 93 = 93

>>9702718
Mutter "Oh, you little shit, not now"

>>9702730
>SUCCESS!
Your fists are tightly gripped as you finally pull into the outskirts of Miami. The woman drops you off at a gas station and gives you three quarters to use the "pay phone." You eke out a thanks, afraid to move too suddenly and trigger your blood's release. You wave slowly as she drives off, taking painful steps towards the curb.
"I'm starving," your blood rasps. "You need to get me some eats or I'm going to burn up in here!

>>9702771
Time to track down a hobo.

>>9702618
>save the crazy occultism
>our blood is talking to us and struggling for control of our body.

We passed crazy a LOOOOOOOONG time ago.

>>9702779
Seconding this. Find some drunkard and hope you don't give me the opertunity to botch another dice roll.

>>9702799
Fair enough. Although, now is the perfect time to try out the elder signs

must consume hobo for shoes and blood now. :)

Does our blood need to eat humans or can it take animals? How about blood bags from hospitals?

>>9702837
Consume hobo. Make elder signs with hobo blood.

>>9702779
You stumble down the street, offending a passing woman with you apparently drunken appearance. You lean on the side of a building as you shamble into an alley, your blood uncomfortably warm in your veins. Your hair sticks to your forehead with sweat, and you stumble to one knee. As you're picking yourself up, a shadow crosses your vision.
A large, dark-skinned individual is smirking down at you.
"Shit, look at you, raggety-socked little nigga (you look confusedly at your pale skin), you ain't got two fuckin' nickles to rub, do you? Get the fuck on out of here, playa, find yourself a hole to die in."

unleash blood fury

>>9702878
"Hey, blood, go nuts"

>>9702909
You extend your hands, gouts of steam bursting forth from your wrists as the blood forces its way out of you, your skin bruising and then forcibly bursting as the blood splashes all over the man's chest and face.
Innumerable teeth and eyes bubble on the surface of your blood, which hangs in sticky threads between your gaping flesh and the now-screaming man's body. Your blood purrs happily as the teeth dance across its goopy surface while its many eyes dart about unblinkingly.
Soon your blood has slithered back into you through the holes it made, you the black man's legs are strewn across the alleyway. You bend down to loosen one of the laces on the man's shoes, now residing on your feet. They're a little big, but they're not rag socks.

"You're my best friend, subject 82," your blood whimpers tiredly.

tighten the shoelaces so they dont fall off, also take his clothes if they fit, then dumpster dive for a weapon.

>>9703010
"And you're a little bitch, blood"
Well, we're in Miami. We need to make some cash fast. Look the man's body, see if he has a wallet. Or change.

>>9703010
Search him for anything useful. Money. Keys. Drugs. Weapons.

Also, try making those elder signs that one guy was talking about earlier with some kind of drawing instrument, whether it be blood or doodles in the dusty ally.

>>9703030
>>9703047
>>9703063
Your blood is already asleep when you insult it through gritted teeth.
Searching the would-be mugger's pants, you find a BANKROLL of 460$ in twenty-dollar bills, and a BUTTERFLY KNIFE. Upon closer inspection the pants are HAMMER PANTS.
The nearby dumpster contains a multitude of rotting foods, but no weaponry.

>>9703063
You trace a rudimentary Elder Sign in the dust and grime, but either it does nothing, or your blood is too satiated on flesh to notice the inscription.

Alright. We have cash, let's make ourselves presentable so that we can hide in plain site.

Obviously we can't go into a good store in our current state. Try to find a junk-town or something that has some plain clothes. And food for us. I doubt the blood feeds us too.

>>9703180
Don the HAMMER PANTS.
Buy cheap booze and a motel room.

Perhaps we should get some actual food for our body? Let's try to find a restaurant or something.

>>9703243
Also, what time is it? Shouldn't we try to buy some decent clothing? Maybe we should try an outlet store or something.

lets go shopping at goodwill. $11 suit ftw! unless were a chick, which i assume from the picture. then random girl clothes ftw!

You take stock of your GENITALS
you are in fact FEMALE

At approximately 7:00 AM you stroll into a goodwill wearing HAMMER PANTS and a BITCHING HEADBAND.

I'm going to have to head to bed /tg/, but should I continue this tomorrow evening? I think I produced something decent in my drug-addled state.

>>9703333
I'd be interested in that. Was fun.

yeah this was pretty fun, can someone archive it? i dunno how.

>>9703333
Yes. Drugs did good for you.

But why are we always female? Tauquest, Giantquest, now this...

It needs a name as well, if it's to be archived.

One's a fucking lunatic with a BITCHIN HEADBAND!
The other's s sentient sanguinary system who is a TOTAL BITCH!
THEY FIGHT CRIME!

>>9703365
Bloodquest?

i dunno i personally would call it stonerquest after your name but thats kinda misleading.

>>9703391
Vote for bloodquest.

It's been archived as Bloodquest.
If you guys really don't want to be a girl we can change it, i was just going off the picture.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/9699385/

Archived under blood quest.

>>9703469
Shit, you got to it before me.

Anyway, I'm game for any gender. Female seems to work better because lol red rage and stuff.

nah being a chick is fine, i just wanted to make sure.

Alright, /tg/, I'll see you tomorrow evening. I may or may not be high as fuck.
Hopefully you can slap some sense into your blood.
Should 82 be crazier/less crazy?
Should Blood talk more/less?

>>9703500
Dammit now I have the image of our blood coming out of our vagina, devouring everything, then whooshing back inside like some kind of liquefied abortion.

i think 82 should just be some mildly confused crazy chick (same amount or slightly more) and blood shouldnt be such a little bitch if it talks more.

>>9703569
#82 could do with a little more crazy, she's seeming a little too stable, considering her blood talks to her.

Blood is just right, though. Talks enough to feel like it's always present but not enough to steal the show.

I think considering the fact that we're #82 we should be the ones bringing the crazy to the table.