Small bump to attract attention. No dice-rolling needed in this quest unless it's needed. Read previous thread for more info.

>Action: Point out that his stories are shit. Propose to tell your own.

>>14346325
>"Not to be disrespectful or anything, but your story about the 37th gave me a nightmare last night."
"Did it, kiddo? Hm, I guess I'd probably lay off the rumors for a while. But you did say you wanted to hear more of my stories... So, do you mean you wanted to hear about my life?"
>"Well, not exactly, but-"
You were interrupted by a rumbling noise coming from your side of the Wall.
"Ah, the supply convoy's here. Oh, ya know what? You can order some books or magazines from them, ya know. I bet they've got my Air Action Weekly."
You glance on the southern window in the overwatch. Indeed, at least three trucks are lined up outside, with some soldiers unloading a crate with the number 23 on it.

Enter action:

Huh. /tg/ is moving unusually fast today.

>>14346438

See if there's any booze for us.

>>14346438
Order mazes & monsters rule book.

Put in an order for 4 sets of polygonal dice. Brace for recursion.

More seriously, order booze and useful things. A flashlight, a multitool, some rope, a machete, 30 pounds of duct tape.

>>14346438
See what all has come in. Order beef jerky as an emergency ration/treat. Order a subscription of /D/eviant's Monthly. Take supplies to wherever the hell it is they go, and take stock of stuff.

>>14346438
Open fire on everyone

>>14346634
>>14346692
The soldiers brought the crate up to a section of the Wall under the overwatch, which has a recess on it. The soldiers load the crate, and pushed a piece of the wall. At least, that's what you can make out. A few minutes later, a wall in the overwatch opens to reveal the crate. The soldiers yell to Vodka.
"Here's your usual! Any orders from the new recruits?"
You poke your head near Vodka's.
>"Um, yeah, hi. Do you guys deliver booze, by any chance?"
"'Fraid not, the Mil doesn't allow alcoholic drinks. We can get some substitutes, though."
>"Okay. How about a few flashlight, some rope, a machete, and a load of duct tape?"
"Hm, almost running out of them eh? Allright, we'll come back in about a week with those."
The soldiers return to the trucks, and drive off westwards. To another section of the Wall, you guess.
You turn around, and find that Vodka had dragged the crate to where the previous crate has been. Using a crowbar, he opens it, and immediately found his Air Action Weekly magazine.
The cobweb in the corner no longer has a moth trapped in it.

Enter action:

>>14347027
check and see if we actually have any of the things we just ordered.

>>14347036
Peering over Vodka's shoulder, you see that the supply crate contained the usual load of instant noodle and rations, but now there's ample bathroom tissue instead of ammo boxes. Aside from that, you see a stack of magazines (some of pornographic quality, and one issue of Deviants Monthly), and three packs of beef jerky. Huh.
Rummy makes for the porn magazines, and quickly ran to the crew quarters.
The rain outside has drizzled and stopped, but there's no sun, either.

Enter action:

Abscond with jerky. Explore the wall and see if their's any interesting hiding places (either for
'treasure' we shall get along the way, or for hiding ourselves).

Ask Vodka about the patrol who went through the storm, that sounds like an interesting tale.

>>14347202
Quickly grabbing two of the jerky packs, you look for places in which to hide them. After looking around the crew quarters, the armories and the overwatch room, you managed to find three hiding places that fits your size.
One is under the bunks, another is in a closet in the western crew quarters, and one unnaturally dark corner in the eastern crew quarters.
"Hey Scotch, I think it's time to patrol."
Rummy nudges you. Apparently he only hid the magazines between the ones in the men's bathroom of the eastern crew quarters.

Enter action:

Go on patrol.

If i don't make the next one, i request that we keep ordering ever-more bizzare items from the supply wagon until someone tells us to stop.

like, next time, a carton of artillery shells. Then, a left-handed rifle. Next, 1500 feet of rope. After that, a box of grid squares, at least a pound of blond hair, and a live trout.

>>14347738
Sorry for the long wait, I am posting from my workplace and thusly work and work-related affairs are hindering this quest's continuation.

>"Yeah, let's patrol, my feet are longing for a good walk."
"Yeah. Let's patrol the west area now; we've done the eastern side last patrol. I also want to see the skeleton from up close."
>"It's on the north side, wasn't it?"
You peer through the northern window on the overwatch tower, and note that the skeleton is indeed still there. The skeleton of Vodka's last partner, who is coincidentally also has the callsign Scotch.
Taking your rifle and a packed ration, you walk through the western crew quarters and the west armory before finally opening the door to the western area of section 23 of the Wall. You and Rummy walk to the place where the skeleton is supposed to be, and look over the edge of the railing.

There is no skeleton.

"What in yesu's name-" Rummy spoke, startled. He started scanning the length of the wall, looking east first before looking back to the west. There was no skeleton.
A soft wind caresses both of your hair.

Enter action:

Is this Creepy fucking Wall I see?
Fucking vintage /tg/, man.

>>14348310
Yep, this quest is based on it. With probably the Martian Labyrinth one mixed in in the future.

>>14348304
Shit copious bricks. Continue patrol.

Enter PARANOIA MODE. Fall back and prepare for an undead siege.

>>14348353
>>14348326

Seconding with the force of a thousand suns!

When you get back to base, start a diary. Keep it in your room.

Start a second, backup diary which you keep in your pocket.

>>14348326
>>14348353
Fearing the worst, you remember some of the things your army guidebook said.
IN THE EVENTS OF AN UNDEAD UPRISING, AIM FOR THEIR HEAD.
You instinctively grip your rifle tighter.
"Something's not right, man. Something's not right."
>"Let's continue patrol, and hurry!"
And so, half-sprinting through the cloudy, humid weather, the smell of freshly rained earth ignored by your nose, you and Rummy finish the west patrol in record time. Panting and gasping, you close the door of the armory, and rushed to Vodka.
"Vodka- the skeleton is gone!"
"What the heck you talking about, Rummy?"
>"Remember the skeleton me and Rummy saw yesterday, old Scotch's skeleton? It's gone!"
Vodka's face turned from disbelief into concern. He slowly walked to the north window, and looked westwards.
Then his face turned into puzzlement.
"What are you guys talking about? It's still there, see?"
>"WHAT?"
"Look!"
You and Rummy quickly took to the window and stared. You can't believe your eyes. The skeleton is still there.
The cobweb in the corner of the ceiling now has a fly dead in it.

Enter action:

>>14348450
Request a camera during next requisition.

Start keeping a diary.

Remain in PARANOIA MODE. Jury rig a remote camera or some sort of surveillance device, and focus it on THAT GOD DAMNED COBWEB. Clearly, it is either the source of, or a sign of, the malignancy at work here.

>>14348453
>>14348457
You look toward Rummy, and Rummy looked toward you. Both of you saw the skeleton missing.
"You guys, just a couple of scary stories and now you're seeing things? Hah! What'd they teach you in training?" Vodka scoffs, leaving you and Rummy alone.
"I swear, Scotch, I don't see that skeleton, and we passed that point earlier."
>"We need to get Vodka to go on patrol with one of us sometime, so see if the skeleton 'disappears' when he's with us."
"I don't know, Scotch... I think it's just hallucination. I'm gonna go make some coffee."
>"Fine. I'm going to my room."
You rushed to the east crew quarters, and notes the cobweb still has a fly trapped in it. You guess the cobweb is somehow connected to this event.
Searching your personal items, you find your pen and your notepad, given to you by your mother when you are conscripted. "Use it for a diary. It's useful to relieve stress by writing them, you know."
Thinking back, you haven't used these at all, dismissing your mother's advice as trivial. You begin to write.
'Second day of garrison on section 23. Posted with good guys Rummy and Vodka. Yesterday saw skeleton of Vodka's partner out west. Vodka told me how section 37's crew disappeared, and had nightmare. Today on patrol with Rummy, decided to check skeleton, skeleton gone. When we got back, skeleton is back. Cobweb may be connected."
You wrote it down with a rush, but you can feel the stress slowly leaving your body. You then decide to ask Vodka about a camera.
"What, you want a camera?"
>"Yes. Maybe we can take a photo of the skeleton next patrol."
"Well, you'd have to wait for the next convoy to arrive, the signal machine is for emergencies only."
>"OK, but next patrol, could you come and look at the skeleton?"
"Afraid I can't patrol anymore, kiddo. Can't walk too far. Arthritis, kiddo."

Enter action:

>>14348548
Sigh, keep patrolling. This isn't worse than the time your brother tried convincing you invisible sheep were real.

You still have nightmares about the woolly blankets.

But just to be certain, put a matchstick in the cobweb.

>>14348558
Well, good news is that patrol is done (in record time too), so you decide to stick a matchstick in the cobweb. The matchstick falls, its weight exceeding the strength of the cobweb, and the web is damaged a bit. The spider inhabiting it scurries out into a crack in the ceiling.
Rummy approached you with a mug full of coffee.
"You know what, maybe we misjudged the distance from here to the skeleton. I think it's optical illusion."
>"Oh? How so?"
"Well, for starters, the landcsape. Even though both our side and their side have forests, we only know the distance from here to the forest on our side. So it may be that their side is playing tricks with our eyes."
>"That's hostile terrain for you!"
Rummy laughed a bit.
"You're a funny one. Heh. I like you already."
You can feel a blush forming, but you manage to suppress it.

Enter action:

Surreptitiously inspect coffee for hallucinogenics or drugs of any sort; if clean, drink it. If drugged, set it down somewhere and abscond to a hiding spot; claim the need to use the bathroom. Completely 'forget' about the coffee for a few hours, then have to dump it out because it's gone bad.

>>14348629
You smell the coffee, but its smell is just like usual coffee. Unfortunately you don't have any other way to establish if the coffee they're supplying have any hallucinogen in them. You decide you're just being overly paranoid, and sip some of the coffee. It doesn't taste different from the coffee in your mom's house. You chalk the whole event to tiredness and lack of sleep, and went to huddle near the stove with Rummy and Vodka. The sky's turning dark.
"So, you guys were patrolling, right? Then Scotch wanted to look at the skeleton, right?"
"No, I was the one who peered first. Then Scotch. We were a bit curious about the skeleton, that's all."
"Eh, probably just my stories getting to you guys, then? I admit, me and old Scotch used to have scary story contests."
You just kept your silence and cautiously sip the coffee. You decide to check the cobweb.
The cobweb is still damaged.

Enter action:

Let's just get this over and done with, IG.

BLOOD FOR THE WALL. (Shoot the others.)

>>14348688
Break the matchstick into two pieces lengthwise, put it on.

Apologise to the spider.

What's there for entertainment in this dump? Books? Radio? We might want to see if we can start doing something constructive, like drawing.

What does Vodka do to while away the hours?

Ask for more stories, specifically any that may involve the undead.

>>14348715
>>14348719

In a nick of fancy, you pick up the matchstick, break it in two, and try to attach them to the cobweb. They do, and you mutter an apology to the spider. The spider is peeking from the crack.
Looking around and reassessing, you remember that there are a stack of magazines (at least two are porn, and one is Vodka's Air Action Weekly), a novel titled "The Long Journey" (#1 bestseller), and your 'diary'. You decide to doodle a bit on your diary, depicting Vodka and Rummy. You soon get bored, though, and decide to hear more of Vodka's story.
>"Hey Vodka, I think I'm on for some of your stories."
"Finally mustered up enough courage, kiddo? Heh heh!"
He laughed hoarsely.
"Then, what kind of story do you want to hear?"
>"Preferably with undead in them."
Vodka nodded, and thought deeply for a while.
"Hmmm... I got two stories. One is about the incident on the Eastern front, and the other is something that happened in the town of Haarten. Which one do you want to hear?"
The sky is now dark. Sundown is over.
The cobweb is a bit damaged, and has two broken bits of a matchstick on it.

>>I'd like to hear about what happened in Haarten, please.

hi I don't usually visit /tg/ and by usually I mean never

this wall you speak of, is it something like in Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, or do you guys make cool shit like this up all the time?

>One is about the incident on the Eastern front
That one, I think. Might as well keep us worried and more alert!

>>14349007
>do you guys make cool shit like this up all the time?
Some of the time. Sometimes it's just cool.
Sometimes it's just shit.

>>14348995
"The Haarten incident, eh? Well, this was about ten years ago. You see, Haarten was at that time near the frontlines, and so they were used as a supply point for our armed forces. One night, enemy bombers hit the town with some kind of gas or poison. The whole town pas presumed dead. But a few weeks later when it was deemed safe to go to Haarten, the first military inspectors who went to Haarten was astounded when they find the whole town's population still up and doing repair works on their damaged homes. The inspectors found the shells of the bombs, so they write it off as a possible failed weapon of the enemy. In the middle of their way back, one of the inspector remembered that the town's populace didn't bat an eyelid at them, literally, and that their eyes were a bit glazed. Fearing the town's populace was under some sort of mind control weapon that they weren't aware of, they hurriedly return to Haarten. They found a repaired town, but devoid of life. They found footsteps leading to an out-of-town field, where a fresh graves were found. Amidst the graves, there is a corpse of a supply officer, beside a pile of shovels. The supply officer held a shovel that's more worn down than the others, and a revolver, evidently taking his own life with a shot on the head. In his pocket was a piece of paper, and on it was written 'We have finished our job of rebuilding Haarten. Now it is time for us to return to death. May god forgive us.'
I know this story to be true because I knew that supply officer. He used to deliver supplies here."
He sips his coffee.
The night grows colder, even though it's far from midnight.

Enter action:

You should really mix it up a bit, OP. Maybe you are planning to just that but just my two cents.
Most of tg already knows all about THE wall, and the admittedly awesome stuff on the side.

Personally I think this has tremendous potential, but it wont hurt to deviate a bit from the source.
God knows many a fa/tg/uy has fapped about what we could do about this setting.

Good luck Gentleman.

>>14349231
Indeed, I am planning to mix it up. I plan to get some notes from some of /tg/'s finest horror/thriller plots (and the suptg archives) while also taking stuff from /x/ and the like.
Besides, it's only day 2, I don't want to get the quest seemed rushed. Actually tried to put the brakes on the paranoid descent you guys are seem eager to jump into. Thanks for the support! I appreciate it.

>>14349206
>> "That doesn't make any sense at all. Why would they rebuild the town, then die again..? Is the place still being used for anything, or was it just left to rot?"

>>14349259
"I don't know the full details of it, kiddo, only from what I heard from the other supply soldiers. Last I heard it was still a ghost town, nobody wanted to resettle it. And besides, the front lines had shifted, or something like that."
He sips his coffee and looked at his watch.
"We still have an hour before shift change. You wanna hear about the Eastern front one?"
>"I'm still curious of why they have to rebuild."
"Well, old Scotch and I had talked a lot about that. He thinks that it's something that's in the 'gas' that made them rebuild, but I think otherwise. Maybe the people just loved their town so much that they can't stand looking at the ruins when they reawake. Then, their job done, they decide to go back dead so they won't bother people. That's what I think."
A strong wind temporarily picks up outside.

Enter action:

>>"Sure, I'd love another story."

>>14349324
"Nah, that's enough for tonight. Hah, lucky we're so high up, eh?"

>captcha: assouls england
Quite, captcha, ass souls are for england

>>14349373
Wait for an hour and when it is your turn to watch with Rummy, suck him off.

>>14349382
Oops, quoted wrong post.
Meant to point to
>>14349324

>>14349382
Dude, we just met the guy a day or so ago. No need to get THAT chummy with him. If we start being the barracks whore so fast it won't be useful when we REALLY need a favour/he needs some relief.

>>14349392
This is to make Vodka jealous. Eventually he will snap, kill Rummy and they will need to send new recruits. That way we'll be rid of the paranoid Rummy AND the story teller Vodka AND we'd be the big dog in the group. Win win win.

>>14349373
"Heh, right you are. And get a good sleep, I hope you won't get nightmares again."
The rest of your shift is filled with small talks with Vodka, and him cracking some small jokes. Maybe he wanted you to end the night with a laugh instead of a scary story stuck in your head.
The hour passed, and you wake up Rummy. You retired to your own bunk, and took a deep sleep.
Before slipping to your sleep, however, you remembered that you've taken a cursory glance at the cobweb before you wake Rummy up.
There is a full matchstick on the cobweb, and it's not damaged.

Allright guys, since it's rapidly becoming bedtime for me, we'll close this for the night. We'll continue sometime tomorrow.

Sleep tight, and have good nightmares.
Goodnight.

>>14349408
It'd be so much easier to just shoot them both and arg shut your face

>matchsticks
BUT WHAT ABOUT THE FLY