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    152 KB Rebirth Quest Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)17:19 No.13926565  
    You feel groggy, waking up slowly, your temples pulsing with a dull ache. It's perfectly in synch with your heartbeat, a slow drum of irritation against your skull.

    Slowly, you push yourself off of the cold, hard tile, looking blearily at your gloomy surroundings.

    It's only when you peer down at the glowing designs entwining through your fingers do you hear the voice.


    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:23 No.13926614
    Be the little girl.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:24 No.13926621
    rolled 98 = 98

    >> PLAYER ONE !!AAPe+/v9DbM 02/16/11(Wed)17:25 No.13926643
    Try to remember just what the hell we're worthy of.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:26 No.13926646
    wait, we're the big beastie thing?

    I thought we were SUPPOSED to be the little girl.

    On that note, I scream and cry and runa away
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:26 No.13926652
    rolled 14 = 14

    wow 98/100 I surprise myself.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:27 No.13926660
    stretch out, make sure all my parts are where they should be, scratch myself and go find somewhere to take a piss.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:27 No.13926666
    >forgot how to roll
    I examine the rest of my body for glowing marks.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:34 No.13926727
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    >checks for glowing marks

    Jesus H. Christ. This is a sign.

    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)17:35 No.13926733
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    For some reason, you remember references to a particular website, and a very odd visual novel, but the pressing matter with your hands right now seems to be more important at the moment.

    You try and wrack your mind for whatever the voice is referring to, but everything is a strange, dreamlike blur, a wisp of a thing that escapes your cognitive grasp. It's not helped by the headache either, nor by the fact that you think you're starting to freak out.

    Trying to calm down, you hurriedly scan the rest of your body, seeing that they're both all there, and mostly normal. Your joints crack slightly as you stretch yourself out, examining your flesh thoroughly, with glances down your jeans and jumper to ensure that there were no more hidden away beneath your clothes.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:37 No.13926757
    "What the fuck are you on about?"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:38 No.13926765
    Check inventory.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:43 No.13926811

    Seconded. Inventory.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)17:47 No.13926849
    Peer more closely at glowing designs on hands.

    Also, take note what gender we are, in case we forgot.

    >thateco quatrefoil
    Captcha is particularly fierce today.
    >> Traveling !1aW/88GVSM 02/16/11(Wed)17:49 No.13926859
    was me...I'll write some letters on my forehead to keep track of myself
    I respond to the voice, "I've done nothing of value."
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)17:54 No.13926922
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    "What the fuck you are you on about?" you announce to the darkness, your voice echoing hollowly through the corridors beyond.


    You wait minutes for a reply, but nothing answers.



    Aside from the clothes on your back, which consists of long woolen grey jumper, blue jeans, white undershirt, black converse and a crimson scarf, not much.

    There's a weird metal beaded necklace, some silver bracelets, a watch, a pair of glasses, hankies, a pink phone, lint, a mint from Captain America's restaurant and 55 pence in numerous change...

    You appear to be a girl. The chest, and lack of a penis confirm it.

    As for the designs, the seem to shift silently over your hands, endlessly intricate. If they didn't freak you out so much, you'd probably be able to stare at them for hours...

    Oh dear... there seems to be sounds echoing back from the darkness....
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:02 No.13927008
    Get up and look for cover and/or a hiding place from who/what might be the source of those sounds.

    Look for exits and defensible furnishings?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:04 No.13927023

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:11 No.13927101
    I'd agree, but should probably at least get up first. Sitting on the floor futzing with a phone seems rather indefensible if the craziness going on turns dangerous. Panic and flee, then try to be rational.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)18:18 No.13927176
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    You seem to be in some sort of classroom or something. There's a good deal of tables and chairs, along with a white board, and some very old looking windows, whose blinds are drawn. Despite this fact, ethereal blue light is leaking in through the bottom, casting ghastly shadows about the room.

    There's an emergency exit on the far side of the room, and directly opposite of it is an open door, from which the sounds are coming. It's a slow sorta clopping sound, footsteps, only louder, and higher pitched.


    Scrambling beneath the furthest tables and behind a mass of chairs, you flick open your phone, still crawling towards the exit.

    There's a plethora of names here... City Hosptial, Cregagh Cabs, Good Fortune Chinese, Hayleigh, Mum Mob, My Cousin mark, Sorcha, The Strand Cinema...

    You dial the first familiar one. Mum Mob. Unfortunately, you're greeted with the lack of anything besides a dial tone, and to make matters worse...

    A voice calls out from the door. It's quiet, mocking, punctuated by the slightest of near hysterical glee. It is not a pleasant voice.

    "Are you in here-ere~?"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:21 No.13927210

    Are we a Slaanesh dreadnought with neural lashes as tentacles?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:23 No.13927222
    "Sorry we're closed for the night."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:24 No.13927231

    "YES WE ARE! Furthermore, I WILL pass my psychic test. And you can't stop me."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:25 No.13927235

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:26 No.13927242

    What kind of wretched coward are you?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:27 No.13927260

    Did it say "... in here-ear?" Pronounced like that.
    And if so, does that highlight a weakness?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:28 No.13927268
    Cackle madly in a bloodthirsty manner
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:29 No.13927277
    Do we have vague memories of The Emperor of Mankind? Because, I surmise that Spirit of the Martyr might help us!
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:30 No.13927285

    Throw desk at voice.

    Time to go on the offense against freakiness.

    >insane servitai
    Captcha is paying attention, it seems.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:31 No.13927298
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)18:44 No.13927448
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    You have no idea who this... "Emperor" is, nor do you care at the moment.


    Alas, the table is too heavy and cumbersome. At most you could knock it over.


    And as for laughing? Well, you could laugh in terror, though that might not be the same thing...

    You settle for a tentative, almost unheard "...sorry, we're closed for the night..."

    There's a deep, unholy chuckle, and the clopping starts again in a rapid burst, making it's way towards you, and wrenching the table aside.

    A tall figure looms over you, grinning horribly with glistening, pointed fangs. It rests on cloven feet, pointed tail swinging to and fro, horns sweeping away from its temples. Its upper body is pale, bare torso, its legs that of a goats. A pair of black wings were slung about its hips, almost like a cloak.

    With slitted eyes, it regard you hungrily.

    "My my, aren't you tasty looking cute stuff~?"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:52 No.13927550
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    Punch him in the balls.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:54 No.13927580
    I second this motion.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:56 No.13927603

    We think you're lying about the Emperor, daemon.
    We know He protects.

    We use THE PASSION, and slam him in the testicles.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)18:58 No.13927621

    We could also give ourselves to him, you know.
    He *smells* like a satyr, and those can be fun!

    I hear they're even good enough to nuzzle the back of your neck.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:00 No.13927642
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    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)19:02 No.13927671
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    You do pretty much what most girls would do when presented with a malignant demon looming over them with unknown intentions, in a situation that could only be described as nightmarish.

    You punch that sucker in the balls.

    The smile freezes on his face, and he falls to his knees, eyes rolling up into his head. Spasming sightly, the beast clutches at his nether regions, keeling to one side. He murmurs something, but the most you can make out of it is "hmimimmie..."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:03 No.13927676
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    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:03 No.13927683
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    Fuck you, I vote yes. All will join the Prince of Pleasure, in time.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:04 No.13927688

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:05 No.13927701
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    this is a good idea! i can't see any reason why this would be a bad idea!
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:06 No.13927706
    If he falls from this, I suggest following with a continued beating. I mean just go medieval on him while freaking out entirely.
    If he is just surprised, go for running like hell.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:07 No.13927716
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:08 No.13927732

    But we could die of pleasure. That's not bad. Or maybe you just can't see.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:12 No.13927762
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    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:12 No.13927769
    Look 40kids, you have your own thread. I like 40k, but this is obviously not the thread for it.

    Besides, your jokes suck.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:13 No.13927780
    Continue the ballpunching until one shatters.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:15 No.13927798

    Yes! Grab one of his testicles and squeeeeze until it pops, while giggling.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:15 No.13927803
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    Time to pic related.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:16 No.13927807
    This, please. It get's really annoying when people are spouting 'FOR CHAOS LULZ XD' and retarded actions for half the quest's responses.

    Also, voting for running past the demon while he's distracted, get out of the room.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:17 No.13927822
    How about no.
    That's a bit too creepy/fetishy.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:17 No.13927825
    Kick and run for your life.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:17 No.13927827
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:21 No.13927852
    We'll all be terribly embarrassed when the psychotic demon-thing turns out to be our friend/ally/guide/questgiver.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:21 No.13927854
    loli quest 2.0? you got my attention
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:22 No.13927865
    With one less testicle.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)19:25 No.13927911
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    Reaching back, you grab a long pole with a hook on it, most likely used for opening and closing the windows, raising it over your head, and then...


    Or at least you try. Upper arm strength isn't your thing, and the beating stick shatters after the first couple of blows.


    You try for a kick instead, reeling your leg back for a direct kick into the spine. Grunting in pain as the shock goes up your shin, you hobble backwards. It's like kicking something made of stone.

    The demon's breathing becomes deeper, and he begins to growl, slowly picking himself up, eyes near red with rage. He leers at you, and you opt for Plan B.


    You shoot out of the corridor like the hounds of hell are on your trail. The scream of fury resounding behind you implies that this may have not been the best course of action.

    The corridor in front of you is long, punctuated with a series of doors to your left. The right is just windows... windows out onto a landscape you didn't think could exist...
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:26 No.13927920
    Go back to Zerg Quest, Bernie. Not even the Collective likes you and your castration fetish.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:28 No.13927934
    Go left. It has longer legs, so you can't win in a marathon.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:28 No.13927938
    I have a squeezing fetish, silly boy.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:31 No.13927956
    Try to open doors at random and look inside.
    Also, what kind of landscape is outside?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:32 No.13927963

    Spoilers: It's locked. The lock is broken. The catch is rusted shut. You don't think there's anything important in there anyway.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:33 No.13927975
    Must be a railroad station.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:33 No.13927976
    Do we know any ancient magical rituals?!
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:36 No.13927991
    >longer legs

    So duck and let it go over us, punching it in the balls again as it passes by.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:38 No.13928012
    I say, I appear to have been torn to shreds. That was a brilliant idea, getting within arm's length of a creature out of the collective works of H.P. Lovecraft.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:39 No.13928028

    Well, he seems like he's just a regular satyr from Greek mythology.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)19:40 No.13928032
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    You run for moment, then break left, diving into one of the rooms at random.

    But the image of the landscape is seared into your mind. A sea of buildings, ashy grey, with an enormous blue sun glaring down. The clouds twist into unfamiliar forms, and there are strange, non-euclidean structures dotting the landscape.


    Unfortunately, no magical incantation or item of any sort is within your grasp. You have no knowledge of magic. All you have is what appears to be patterns on your hands, which might as well be lava lamps for all the good they're capable of.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:41 No.13928042

    Define "non-euclidean."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:41 No.13928047
    Close and lock the door ASAP.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:42 No.13928056
    Yes, please do.

    Also, can we read the patterns, or discern any familiarity among them?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:43 No.13928067
    Jump out behind it when it goes by, kick it in the balls, then start running the other direction.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:43 No.13928071
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    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:44 No.13928083

    I'm not 100%, but I believe it means the shapes of the buildings don't fit the way we imagine geometry, because we interpret things in a euclidean fashion
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:47 No.13928118

    So she's seeing something that she can't see?
    Or is she seeing lots and lots of ovals in the distance?
    >> Dreamslayer !!LAjbMoeVU5/ 02/16/11(Wed)19:49 No.13928148
    The concepts applied to certain non-Euclidean planes can only be shown in three or even four dimensions. The Möbius strip and Klein bottle are both complete one-sided objects, impossible in a Euclidean plane. The Möbius strip can be shown in three dimensions, but the Klein bottle requires four.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:49 No.13928150
    In any event, let's not go and explore Carcosa unless we have to, yes?

    Is the thing following us?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:49 No.13928152

    she's seeing buildings that obviously exist, but she can't comprehend how they were constructed or were designed cause all the angles don't make sense to her.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)19:53 No.13928207
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    They looks like paintings by M.C. Escher while he was tripping balls on acid.


    Unfortunately, from the sounds of the clopping, he's checking each of the doors as he passes by, and... ripping the doors off of the hinges before chucking them through the windows behind him.


    For all the good it'll do, you quietly close the door and flip the lock.


    The patterns are constantly changing, so... not really. They're really pretty though.

    ...unfortunately, that doesn't help the situation any, because that *thing* is only one door away, and still sounds pretty goddamn pissed off.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:53 No.13928210

    >Moebius strip.

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:55 No.13928236
    Back further in.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:57 No.13928252
    Hide. Somewhere. ANYWHERE.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:58 No.13928267
    Use ventriloquism to throw him off the trail. Then sneak up behind him and crush a testicle in our kung-fu grip.
    >> Dreamslayer !!LAjbMoeVU5/ 02/16/11(Wed)19:58 No.13928270

    * Roberto Bonola (1912) Non-Euclidean Geometry, Open Court, Chicago.
    * MacTutor Archive article on non-Euclidean geometry
    * Non-euclidean geometry on PlanetMath
    * Synthetic Spacetime, a digest of the axioms used, and theorems proved, by Wilson and Lewis. Archived by WebCite.

    Give source and argument why its wrong
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)19:59 No.13928276
    >>updated my journal
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    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:02 No.13928303
    Well, pretty obviously, because the Moebius Strip can be rendered in euclidean space.


    Shame you had to paste all those pointlessly erudite references.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:02 No.13928306
    Note to self: get a competent psychiatrist as soon as reality comes back from lunch. This sort of inner voice really can't be healthy.

    And yes, look for a hiding place or somewhere to run.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)20:05 No.13928346
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    Unfortunately, you lack even the rudimentary knowledge of how to perform ventriloquism, and so leave it alone.


    You do however, hide in the darkest corner of the room, closing yourself inside a cabinet.

    There's a loud crunch, then a smash, as the door is utterly destroyed and disposed of. Then clopping, along with a loud... snuffling sound? It's getting closer to the cabinet...
    >> Dreamslayer !!LAjbMoeVU5/ 02/16/11(Wed)20:06 No.13928356
    Then ill counter with the same source posted before countering your source. Shame you couldnt have any argument that could beat
    The concepts applied to certain non-Euclidean planes can only be shown in three or even four dimensions. "The Möbius strip and Klein bottle are both complete one-sided objects, impossible in a Euclidean plane"


    * Roberto Bonola (1912) Non-Euclidean Geometry, Open Court, Chicago.
    * MacTutor Archive article on non-Euclidean geometry
    * Non-euclidean geometry on PlanetMath
    * Synthetic Spacetime, a digest of the axioms used, and theorems proved, by Wilson and Lewis. Archived by WebCite.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:08 No.13928370

    Wait until it gets closer, then push the door open as hard as you can. Wood doors don't break easily, right?
    >> Dreamslayer !!LAjbMoeVU5/ 02/16/11(Wed)20:08 No.13928380
    As such, give quotations that states that moebies strip is non Euclidean plane, that would be higher then the sources posted.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:10 No.13928406
    When it's next to us, open the door as hard as we can, hoping to smack the monstrosity somewhere soft and vulnerable.

    Then CRUSH its TESTICLE with our KUNG-FU GRIP.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)20:17 No.13928495
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    The sound gets closer until you're almost positive it's right outside. Then with all your strength, you shove the door in the beasts shin.

    There's a pathetic thwap sound as it meets with the stony resistance of the creatures flesh.

    It looks at you, completely unamused, and yanks you up a wrist, holding you painfully off the ground. Its free arm now rests protectively over its nether regions, in case of a repeat attack.

    With a deep breath, it hisses at you.

    "That. Was uncalled for. I think I'm going to rip your arms off."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:18 No.13928503

    I'm not really sure how you have failed to see the rendered form a Moebius Strip nestled in euclidean space on the linked page, but you can make a model of one with the mentioned strip of paper and tape.

    I'd suppose that you'd need to state the specific postulate that the Strip violates.
    (Warning: Stating "The Parallel Postulate" may cause giggles.)
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:20 No.13928535
    "I know we got off on the wrong foot...Can we let bygones be bygones? Fresh start?"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:20 No.13928537
    When it raises its arm from its protective location over its groin in order to tear it asunder, we kick it in the balls and run for it once it drops us.
    >> Dreamslayer !!LAjbMoeVU5/ 02/16/11(Wed)20:20 No.13928543
    Then the quotation "The Möbius strip and Klein bottle are both complete one-sided objects, impossible in a Euclidean plane"" which you couldnt counter with your own makes you wrong and its a non-Euclidean plane ;)
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:24 No.13928588
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    Spit in it's face
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:25 No.13928613

    This is not an obtuse-references academic magic contest:
    In order to be non-euclidean, it has to violate a postulate, like all the other elliptic and hyperbolic expressions.

    Either you don't understand the material yourself, and so cling to a book of quotes, or you're just missing the entire premise of what I've said.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:26 No.13928629
    Wow, there's high adventure and intrigue afoot and everyone's arguing about a descriptive term...
    Never change, /tg...
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:29 No.13928672

    It may also be the fact that, like most "quest" threads, this one has gone next to nowhere in its three hour run-time. Never change indeed.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:30 No.13928690
    Or, you know, it could just be a building that makes you roll 1d6 San per view.

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:31 No.13928704
    Show it your hand with the strange patterns, and go, "Stop, please," hoping that does shit all; because, let's face it -- the arm that hand's on won't be attached to your body for much longer. Who knows, maybe those patterns will give him worse headaches than they gave you.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:39 No.13928789
    Note: while this geometry is demostrated in 2D for ease of drawing, it is equally valid for 3 and higher dimensions.

    The first 4 postulates are universal to all different types of geometry, and say that lines are lines, lines can be long, circles are circles, and a corner is a corner. Groundbreaking.

    The paralell postulate is dlightly different. Broadly it states that for a point (1) at a set distance from line A, there is exactly one line B that goes through point (1) and never meets line A (see pic). This defines Euclidean geometry.

    By redefining/removing it you get all other forms of geometry, for instance the geometry of Spheres, in which there are no lines which never meet, or that of Hyperbolic surfaces, in which there are an infinite number of lines B that never meet.

    >theory ornere
    Yes captcha, it is an ornere theory indeed.

    Also, 6.5/10 for the geometry troll. You made an effort.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)20:40 No.13928804
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    Unfortunately, it's tall enough, and holding you high enough, that you can't actually reach its groin without bending in some bizarre manner.


    "I know we got off on the wrong foot...Can we let bygones be bygones? Fresh start?"

    "How about we don't," It replies flatly.


    Baring all else, you spit in its face. That does... nothing but piss it off further.


    It reaches to grab your hand just as you raise your own to show it the patterns. You hand touches its forearm.

    There's a flash, and it drops you, staggering back, clutching at its arm.

    Rearing back in renewed anger, it swings at you, only to have it's arm stop abruptly mere inches from your face.

    Confused, the beast tries again, this time with a punch to the guts. But no connection, once more stopping mere inches from your belly, as if it had struck an impenetrable wall.

    You here the voice, ringing in your ears, the God in the Darkness calling to you...

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    gah, captcha took my pic
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:41 No.13928823
    Run, and hope for a BBC quarry.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:43 No.13928840
    Fuck yeah, now we're getting somewhere.

    ...Meekly repeat the words the voice told you. Then, if it doesn't do anything good, run.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)20:51 No.13928931
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    "Velius Vendo" you repeat, and the demon spasms, its arm twitching uncontrollably. The world around, throbs and ebbs, unseen spirals press against the veil of reality, coiling infinitely, all while cyclopean eyes stare from the abyss.

    Your hands burn, flaring like the light of the sun, searing in a way that transcends pain.

    "VELIUS VENDO" you repeat, now with the force imparted upon you by your sponsor...

    The beast tries to struggle, tries to swear, tries to resist, but it falls to its knees.

    "M-m... M-master...."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:53 No.13928953
    Run. It's not worth the trouble.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:53 No.13928956

    Considerations of the *surface* of a sphere as the working plane is non-euclidean.
    A sphere itself however can be rendered with the third axiom quite easily, leaving the fifth postulate intact.

    What you really mean to say is that 'A Moebius Strip is non-euclidean is two dimensions.'
    With a third dimension it can be rendered quite easily, violating no postulates.
    Does it matter that it must be rendered in a pair like the poles of a magnet? No. It can still be mapped to euclidean space.

    "A non-Euclidean geometry is the study of shapes and constructions that do not map directly to any n-dimensional Euclidean system, characterized by a non-vanishing Riemann curvature tensor."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:57 No.13929004
    WOO! Does this mean we've got ourselves a demon minion now?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)20:58 No.13929025

    It also seems to indicate that Captain Dylan Hunt will be arriving soon.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:00 No.13929053
    Until it breaks free, and we die messily. If anything, we should tell it to go as far away as it can.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:05 No.13929113

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:11 No.13929193
    Order it to "Sit!" like a good little minion!
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:11 No.13929195
    It will never break free, we have it by the tesTACLES.

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:11 No.13929204
    Do random female protagonists with pink phones ever need a penis inside them?
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)21:14 No.13929239
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    "Get up..." you command.

    The creature stands. And sighs. "I'm not a goddamn piece of furniture. If you start making me-"


    "Go? Go fucking where? Look, just because you got this crazy shit in your hands, you think you're hot shit."


    You're not in for a hug considering it just threatened to kill you, but a few question wouldn't go far amiss.

    "Where are we? What are you?"

    The beast looks at you like you're stupid.

    "We're at the End. The Destruction and Rebirth of the world by the Chosen, built on the ashes of the last."

    It paces about a bit.

    "As for what I am..."

    He leers at you a little, before flopping down on the floor.

    "I am Crow, a Demon of Sloth and Hope. And now... your eternal servant. You bitch."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:14 No.13929241
    Will /tg/ ever be free of people too frank about their bizarre fetishes?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:16 No.13929268
    >Sex with a woman.
    >Bizarre fetish.

    I would surmise not.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:16 No.13929272
    Who am I, then? And why were you chasing me?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:17 No.13929291

    "Who are we, who are the 'Chosen,' do you know anything about giant eyes in a dark void, and do you know of any nearby repositories of arcane knowledge?!"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:24 No.13929383

    Can we ask the eye-void thing about the emperor?
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)21:27 No.13929412
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    "Who am I then? Why were you chasing me? Who are the Chosen? Do you know anything about giant eyes in a dark void, and do you know of any nearby repositories of arcane knowledge?!"

    Crow simply yawns, rolling around on the ground.

    "I have no idea who the fuck you are. You're just some random chick I smelled when I came into the building. As for the chasing, well, you punched me in the fucking scrotum. Also, your kind taste good,"

    He yawns again, turning onto his stomach, laying flat on the ground, tailing whipping back and forth.

    "The Chosen are those who will force the Rebirth of the World, in their own vision. As for big eyes in the dark, that could be anything. From Elder Gods, to demonic perverts, to weird scrying spells. I ain't a magician, I don't fucking know."

    "And arcane knowledge... Well, yeah, I do actually."

    He grins horribly.

    "Place a few minutes walk from here. Course, maintained by a buncha uptight little shits..."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:28 No.13929423
    You're going first. You owe me that much.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:30 No.13929450

    I KNEW. Ask him to define 'uptight,' and if they are particularly threatening. Then. WE GO.

    Make certain to ask about the 'Elder Gods' on the way, and for his life history. Perhaps all of his knowledge on the area.
    Give him a a desk piece and something to scratch it with to make a map. (Or paper and pen, if it's around.)
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:32 No.13929475
    And ask what's with the city.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:34 No.13929490
    Could also ask for the categories of beings he's heard of, from wizards to demons.

    Make sure he responds clearly and concisely like a good boy.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:35 No.13929508
    We can most likely surmise that the city's transmogrification has to do with the 'rebirth' process and some magical faggotry therefrom.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:40 No.13929580

    >"We're at the End. The Destruction and Rebirth of the world by the Chosen, built on the ashes of the last."

    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:41 No.13929589
    Do you think we could get any more 'servants', maybe?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:43 No.13929604

    "Only in death does duty end."
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)21:43 No.13929614
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    "What do you mean uptight?" you ask.

    "I mean as in they'll fucking kill you if they see you screwing with their shit. Assholes, the lot of them. Think they own the place."

    Now on his back, he begins to pick at his teeth with the pointed talons that his fingers end in.

    "Are they particularly threatening? I mean, are they going to kill you?"

    He snorts.

    "Ha. They wish. They got friends in high places places though, so they're a pain in the ass if you piss they off. Their friends..."

    Crow frowns, mind going to dark places.

    "Yeah, they might win with the killing shit,"

    "And what's with the city?"

    Rolling his eyes again, the demon sighs. "Are you deaf? I said this place was the End. As in the End of the World, built on the ashes of the last. This rathole of a city is part of whatever the hell is left. All the scavengers are coming in to snap up whatever they can..."

    His eyes trace up your form uncomfortably, nearly forcing you to cover yourself protectively.

    "...tasty morsels like yourself for example..."

    "I'm not for eating!" you snap, forcing it.

    His mouth snaps shut with a click, eliciting a surprised look on his face.

    "Now show me the area!" you continue, feeling the power in your hands.

    "Do I look like a fucking map?" he growls angrily.

    "Then scratch one out. and STOP WITH THE SWEARING!"

    He twitches, but grabs a desk and begins to carve a map into it.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:44 No.13929623

    Ask him what started this whole mess
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:45 No.13929640
    Is there a way out? What happens next? What was the last?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:47 No.13929664

    The time for action is now, memorize the map and have Crow lead you to library
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:47 No.13929667

    "Who are these friends in high places? What kind of knowledge is stored there? What physical form do they have, humans? Have the displayed unprovoked hostility to other humans?"

    "What kind of foods do you eat? Do you need to eat? How does the 'hope' aspect feature in to your nature? What makes *me* 'tasty' in particular?"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)21:54 No.13929728

    "Why are you being so helpful? After all, you can't possibly enjoy being my slave."
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    "What started all of this?"

    Crow shakes his head. "Shi-..."He frowns for a moment. "Shi-... Shi-!... SHI-!!"

    There's a moment of silence before he gives you a withering glare. "*Crap* happens, you festering pain in my ass. Just so that the *crap* that happened here was the end of the world. End of bloody story."


    "Who are these friends in high places? What kind of knowledge is stored there? What physical form do they have, humans? Have the displayed unprovoked hostility to other humans?"

    Groaning as he carves with his finger, he takes a deep breath. "They're fu-... *freaking* angels or some shi-... something. I don't know, the goddamn hierarchy is fu-... stupid here. And yes, they hate everything that doesn't fit into their high and mighty beautiful bloody plan the bas-... ...jerks.

    "What kind of foods do you eat? Do you need to eat? How does the 'hope' aspect feature in to your nature? What makes *me* 'tasty' in particular?"

    "Always with the questions... I eat energy, yes I need to eat, I get energy from spiritual mediums and physical components, such as souls and meat, the Hope aspect of me is complicated, but it involves growing stronger, and you look tasty because you're a-"

    His mouth snaps shut again, and he tries to swear, only to half stutter it again. Becoming enraged, he continually tries to swear, until finally losing his temper and smashing the table.

    "...you know what, I'll just lead you there..."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:02 No.13929808

    "We really want that map, you know. You can swear again if you like."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:03 No.13929809
    Go ahead, please. Tell you what, help me out, and maybe we can come to an agreement.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)22:09 No.13929877
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    "Why are you so helpful? you ask hesitantly, as he leads you outside. The air is neither cold nor warm, and ash rains from the sky, like snow underfoot. Although the crunching beneath is slightly disconcerting...

    "No, I don't enjoy being a slave to dinn-... "

    Crow takes a deep, calming breath, and attempts to continue.

    "But I'm forced to. Even this question I'd rather not answer,"

    The blue sun glares across the way, slowly beginning to sink over the horizon, the bizarre figures of the surrounding architecture silhouetted against the eerie light.


    "Is there a way out? What happens next? What was the last?"

    "I DON'T KNOW!" he yells, throwing his arms up. "Shut up! It's like having some sort of idiot retarded kid show up and asking you why the goddamn sun works, or why is water wet, or why are some people dicks!?"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:14 No.13929932

    "Yes, that's exactly what it's like. Can I order you to like it? To like kids?"
    "You could always try to eat sunlight, too. It IS a renewable source of energy."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:15 No.13929942

    "Oh... look, I'm sorry, it's not like I expected any of this to happen. No one exactly handed me a manual on you, this new world, or how I use these fancy new tats I've got... you're my only lead, so you'll have to keep answering my questions for now, OK? I'm sorry...!"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:17 No.13929961

    The cuter you are, the tastier you are, GM.
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    "Can I order you to like it?"

    He glares at you again. "No, you cannot freaking order me to like it. You can order me to do or to not do, and that is it."

    "You could always try to eat sunlight, too. It IS a renewable source of energy."

    "Not around here it isn't."


    "Oh... look, I'm sorry, it's not like I expected any of this to happen. No one exactly handed me a manual on you, this new world, or how I use these fancy new tats I've got... you're my only lead, so you'll have to keep answering my questions for now, OK? I'm sorry...!"

    Crow sighs once more.

    "Yeah, well whatever. Caring too much is tired me out, so can we just do this, get whatever the hell you want, then get the hell out of here before the other bas-... buttheads start showing up?"

    The blue sun finally fades beneath the horizon, and suddenly, at the other end, a red one flares suddenly, peaking over the edge.

    "We're almost there anyways," he finishes, gesturing to a tower built in some sort of park, looking like it was collapsing midway before being frozen in time. Birds or something are circling it...
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:28 No.13930077
    What's that? Is it safe? Are they friends of yours?
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:29 No.13930087

    "Look sonney boy, that light has to be energetic enough to break the receptor chemicals in my eyes, which means it can easily be harvested by a solar panel. And. Presumably. Demons."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:29 No.13930097

    Scroll up, it's the tower of Death Angels.
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    "Look sonney boy, that light has to be energetic enough to break the receptor chemicals in my eyes, which means it can easily be harvested by a solar panel. And. Presumably. Demons."

    Crow gives you a sidelong glance that presumably indicates that he thinks you're retarded.

    "Why don't you stare a little closer at said sun, huh?"

    "That's pretty bad for my-..."

    That's when you see it. That's not a star. It's an eye.

    >It is now 333am where I'm at, so thread will be ending soon. If it's still active tomorrow when I get home, I'll continue then. However, I will definately be back next Wednesday, and I will have artfaggotry.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:36 No.13930176
    Are you sure your eyes work like that? I don't think mine do.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:39 No.13930201

    "Right. It's an eye. That's not odd at all. It's still giving off light, though. And light is energy!"
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:39 No.13930203
    Try to look more closely at the birds. Are they regular birds, paranormal birds, or some shit? Also, keep a weather eye out for more monsters. Dude might be your 'servant' for now, but that doesn't mean he has to mention that creepy crawly thing sneaking up behind you.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:40 No.13930214

    Command him to protect us and alert us of all danger to us or himself that he perceives or suspects.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:42 No.13930242

    Yes, that is how eyes work. A receptor chemical is broken triggering the corresponding nerve. An enzyme the repairs the chemical; the rate at which this occurs is the frame-rate of your eye.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:43 No.13930256
    Look, what do you want? Maybe things'll go better if we both get what we want out of this.
    >> Silvertongue 02/16/11(Wed)22:51 No.13930338
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    "Right. It's an eye. That's not odd at all. It's still giving off light, though. And light is energy!"

    You smile at him cheerily.

    "Light from a god. Eating said light makes me someone *else's* bit-... dog."

    "So do you act without me needing to ask? I mean, will you come to my aid if I don't ask?"

    He nods,squatting down and staring at the tower.

    "Yup. Gotta. Bond demands it and all that shi-... jazz."

    He still looks fairly pissed off. Surely becoming your slave after uppercutting him to the genitals can't be that bad, can it?

    "Look, what do you want? Maybe things'll go better if we both get what we want out of this."

    He stops, looking at you warily.

    "I want to be part of something. Or sleep all day, I don't care. Sleeping all day is easier."

    As for the far off birds, the newly risen sun/eye/whatever the hell it is, is staining the tower a bloody crimson, and making it look ever more imposing than it already is.

    "What the hell do you want in there anyways?" Crow asks.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:53 No.13930360
    Answers. An overstuffed sofa. Ice cream.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:55 No.13930382

    "Well, I'm new here. There seems to be lots of sorcerous occurrences around, too, and you indicated that this place was a repository of arcane knowledge."
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:56 No.13930400
    Oh look, fetish quests. Good job /tg/, this is why you are the best board by far
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)22:58 No.13930415

    You're pretty late. You really needs to get a more brisk start on your trolling.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)23:00 No.13930439
    You really need to stop jerkin it to ballbusting and mind control, but I figure you're not too keen on stopping any time soon are you?
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    "Well, I'm new here. There seems to be lots of sorcerous occurrences around, too, and you indicated that this place was a repository of arcane knowledge."

    Crow shrugs. "Whatever... anyways."

    The demon man hefts a fist sized rock, before chucking it at the tower. One of the birds goes down, the rest flocking to it.

    "Alright, now help me with that pillar..."

    >It is now 4am. I'm going to bed. Hopefully this gets archived or something, or lasts until tomorrow. Goodnight folks, sorry for the poorness of this, it's my first attempt.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)23:04 No.13930489

    Nope! It's futa, femdom, and mind-control though!
    /d/ is closer than it's alphabetization may lead one to believe.
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)23:06 No.13930510
    Oh! We wanted to talk with them first, before murdering them.

    P.S. Sweet dreams!
    >> Anonymous 02/16/11(Wed)23:09 No.13930550
    Mostly femdom; she's good like that.
    >> Anonymous 02/17/11(Thu)01:07 No.13931544
    bump for not dying

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