>>16758250
"Listen, John, I really have no idea how this is happening, the point is though, it is. Somehow, that explosion at the warehouse...changed, us. You, were changed in a slightly more subtle way. This is going to sound totally insane but bear with me here, I was sent back one hour in time by some kid who was stealing pizza from my workplace. This was a bit after you turned into a werewolf and..." You take a moment to breath, lowering your voice as you continue. "You... killed, people. Lots of them. It was a grisly scene. I managed to stop you this time, but I have no idea how this shit is happening"

He looks at you as you speak, his eyes staring into yours. Not a man to be intimidated. Confidant. He's definitely successful, you realize, as if his suit weren't clear enough an indicator.

You finish speaking, and he closes his eyes for a moment. His head shakes from side to side. "Jesus Christ." He takes a deep breath, looking up at you. "I can't believe this." He turns, heading towards your couch. "I can't believe I came here for this shit. Well good luck with all," he waves an arm through the air, "this." He doesn't believe you? Jesus, after shutting off his eyes, he still doesn't believe you? What the hell?

He moves over to your couch, picking up his jacket from the back and reaching down for his briefcase. In a few moments, he'll be gone.

>Continued.

>>16758257
You grab him by his shirt before he gets a chance to walk out your door. You shake him mildly, pushing him against the back of your couch. He's a large man, not immensely so, but tall, and well built. And judging by his dress and demeanor, you assume safely that no one has ever manhandled him quite like this.

"FUCK, John, just listen to me you giant tosser, you KILLED FUCKING PEOPLE. What do I have to do to convince you? I can't let you go feral on me, man. Please, you don't know how goddamned traumatic it was for me to see everyone fucking die because I was there just minutes too late. This is a second chance for you, you should take it."

He stands still, his eyes wide as he looks at you again, a bit of fear in his eyes. "Listen buddy," he slowly raises his arms between the two of you. "Trust me, okay. I am not any kind of werewolf, okay. This is just, you're delusional, okay? Okay!? I need you to let go of me." He begins to struggle in your grip.

>Action?

>>16758260

Knock his legs out with a touch (if you can). Then ask him to explain it. When he can't, he -might- be open to hearing you out. Ask him if he's had any changes he can't explain. Press him for info he might not want to talk about.

>>16758260
If we can control his nervous system, can we cause him to partially change? That should convince him.

>>16758279
Your grip on him tightens. You can't let him leave. Not like this. Not when something, anything, who knows what could set him off. No, not again. You won't allow another scene like the subway to happen again. Not after you stopped it the first time. "No, John! You have to believe me." You want him to stop. Not to go unconscious. Not to have a seizure or whatever else it is you've done in the past. You remember how you made him blind before. You think of how you did it. A lighter touch. A soft glove. You press into him. 'Don't move,' you think, wanting him to go numb.

He collapses in your grip, falling onto the back of the couch, but his eyes remain clear and vibrant. He even blinks, many many times at the new sensation, or lack thereof, that he now feels. You push him over the back of the couch, onto the cushions. He lands on his side, and after you move around, turning him onto his ass so that he can sit, you take your own spot across from him.

"How'd I do that to you, John? How'd I make it so you're paralyzed? Jesus, how did I blind you earlier!? Can you explain it? Guessing not." You stop to let him speak, but he doesn't. Doesn't want to? Scared to? Maybe he can't until he regains the use of his body? Either way, you continue speaking. "Now, trust me here. Believe me. This happened. It did. Whatever it was, it's for real. I figure you should be able to move again in a few minutes. Five, ten, I'm not sure exactly, but don't worry, you'll be fine." You run your hand across your face, feeling exhausted, drained. You've done so much today and it's barely even after noon. "So while you're sitting there, I want you to think. Really think. Has anything else happened to you since that day?"

>Continued.

>>16758398
Time passes, and you wait. The silence in your room feels oppressive. Maybe because you've basically taken this man prisoner? You hope he'll forgive you when he accepts the situation. You close your eyes for a moment, and quickly open them when you hear a gurgled answer. "Yeeeeah." His tongue is still getting the feeling back, it seems. He moves slowly on the couch, like a jellyfish, you think.

"What? What happened, man?" You lean forward, excited that finally something is coming clear.

"I," he starts, moving his mouth up and down, as if he'd just come from the dentist. "The otheeer d-d-daay. I woke up. My rrrrroooom, was t--trashed."

"Yeah?"

>Continued.

>>16758469

He nods his head. "I w-woke up, on the floor. I was na-naked." He begins to stretch and tap his feet on the ground, the sensation returning. "I figured I was sleepwalking." You ask if he'd ever sleepwalked before. "No," he says, resigned, his head shaking slowly. "But,"

"But I'm telling the truth. You changed then. You just didn't know it at the time." He continues to shake his head, trying his hardest to deny it. "You need to believe me, John. Man, I'm not fucking with you. I'm sorry for what I've done, I mean, I can't imagine what it's like to be powerless like that. Not being able to move. To see. But I couldn't let you go out there like that. You'll change again. You'll kill. And I wouldn't be there to stop you again."

He looks at you from the sofa. His eyes have changed, though not like before. There's no yellow, but red. Tears slowly form around them, and begin to slide down his cheeks.

>Action?

>>16758495

Get him another beer. Keep him in. Talk to him. Ask is he wants to stay the night (You can keep and eye on him if he's sleeping on the sofa).
Ask him if he's seen anything strange or unusual since the night of the explosion.


>also, kudos to OP, this is tremendously well written, I'm hooked. I assume it's all archived, I'd like to collate the whole thing, proof-read it and stick it on 14dchan.

>>16758548
First two threads are linked in OP.

>>16758548
>ask to proof-read
>Post is full of errors

Shit, I fail.

>>16758561

Getting on it now.

>>16758548
Do we have a video camera or camcorder or something? If we do, then start recording him. Then if he starts to transform, it will be on video and we can show him after we stop it.

>>16758495

Go eat some food. I know we're starving.

Ok, so the first time we used our power we didnt want to, we knocked out the guy at the bar. and he doesn't want to use his when it happens. but maybe if he thnks about how it's happening, and what he feels, then he can start to control it like we do.

>>16758548
>>16758582
>>16758592
>>16758597
You walk over to your laptop, flipping it open and turning on your webcam to record, setting it on the table directed at John. He doesn't ask what you're doing. He doesn't seem to even notice. He's sitting quietly on the couch, looking down at his lap.

You get the two beers you opened, and hand him one. He takes it and nods to you, taking a small sip. "Hey uh, John. You hungry?" He doesn't say anything, but you figure he probably is, and go to make a couple sandwiches. "I want to help you, man. That's why I brought you here. I mean, I want to keep you from hurting anyone, but I want to help you, too."

You hear a mumbled, "Thanks," from him as you bring over the turkey and ham sandwiches, setting them down on the table. He seems reluctant at first, but reaches out and takes one.

"This thing that I can do, you know? I couldn't control it at first either. It happened without me wanting it to. Because I was afraid. Or nervous. I don't know. But then I focused on it. On what I did. On what I wanted to do. And," you reach out, patting your hand on his arm, "on what I don't want to do."

He looks at you half-questioningly, a mouthful of bread and turkey poking out from between his lips. "Whuh yuhy meah?"

"I think," you start, looking over to your computer and webcam for a moment, "that if we can figure out what makes you transform into this thing, then you can start to control it."

>Action?

>>16758694
What was he doing the day before his room was trashed? Anything strange happen? How was he feeling.

rolled 93 = 93

>>16758694
Describe our earlier encounter with his feral form, and tell him to focus on one or two details from that to start. Maybe its appearance or the feeling of strength and power.

>>16758694

Ask if he was hungry last time he might have turned, or if he felt like he needed something. Perhaps the turning is a subconscious attempt to get something.

Sorry for the delay, I'm making some dinner.

>>16758745
"The morning you woke up. When your place was trashed? Do you remember anything about the night before? Did you get into a fight or something?"

He shakes his head, taking a sip of beer to wash down the sandwich, "No, nothing," and then a small look of hope, "I did have a nightmare though."

"What was it?"

"I don't know. I can't remember. It was just a regular nightmare, you know?"

"How do you know it was a nightmare?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. I just know I was scared."

>>16758760
"What about this morning. In the subway."

"What do you mean?"

"Before you were about to transform. Before I knocked you unconscious. You started to groan, and then you fell to the ground, and, well, you began to change."

>Continued.

>>16758819
He sets the plate and beer on the table and shrugs again. "I don't know. I can barely remember anything from down there."

"What do you remember?"

He gets a look on his face, like he was staring off into the distance. "I remember . . . I was walking down to catch the train. I had a meeting today. There's a deal, wait, I can't tell you about it, confidentiality, you know? But it was a big deal. Lot of money. So I guess I was stressed out a bit. It is a stressful job, you know, so I usually go to the gym after work , but I didn't last night. I didn't have time."

"So you think it was stress that caused it?"

"Maybe. Because yeah, I was feeling stressed. And then you were there. I remember you. Yeah, you came up and started talking to me, asking me questions. And you made me nervous. Because I didn't know you, and you were so . . . in my face."

>>16758794
"Maybe it's a subconscious thing then? Like, animal instinct manifest. You know, fight or flight. Adrenaline gets going in you, and it happens."

"Adrenaline?"

"Yeah, you know. Like, when we were cavemen, and we see a big dinosaur, and we're like, 'I gotta fight this, or I gotta run', so we get a boost of power. Maybe when you get adrenaline going, it doesn't let you run, and it just turns you into this thing so you can fight."

John's quiet for a minute that seems to last a lot longer. The idea makes sense. I mean, it's biological. Mutation, and shit do you hate to call it that, thinking of yourself as part of the X-Men or something, but still . . . John looks up at you, "Dinosaurs weren't around when we were cavemen." Son of a bitch, that made you laugh. "So," he leans back on the couch. "What now?"

>Action?

>>16758883
Now we train, my friend. Let's see if you can't learn to control the beast within.

Don't worry, I'll be there to knock you out if you start going crazy.

>>16758883

Look on the interwebs for any cases like the one our friend here is displaying.

rolled 34 = 34

While he trains, try googling the explosion, seeing if anything has been posted about odd events.

>http://1d4chan.org/wiki/Average_Human

Writefaggotry pasted and saved. I'll update the page with this thread's story when it's finished and archived. I'll continue to proofread and edit it as we go.

>>16758927

Actually fuck this, we need to train. The best way to do this is go out and fight crime like a boss.

>>16758917
>>16758927
>>16758942
"Well," you take a last sip out of your own beer and then set it down. "Now that we have an idea of what's causing you to change, maybe you can start to control it."

"Control?" He sits up, "You want me to control being a god damn monster?"

"It's better than having you go off and changing into it in the middle of a board meeting and killing all the people you work with. Or whatever it is you rich guys do."

He rubs his head. "That might not be the worst thing," he laughs a little bit. "But this sounds pretty crazy."

"Well, John. I stopped you before after you changed. If we can get your blood pumping, and get you to transform, I can stop it again."

He watches you, stares at you, like an appraiser. "You're sure?"

"Yes," you lie. You hope that you can, but you are getting pretty tired. You've used your ability so many times today, it might be risky. But knocking someone down has become pretty easy for you now. You're still pretty sure you can do it when the time comes. "So," you get off your seat and pat him on the knee, "Sit there and start thinking about how to do it."

"What?"

"You know, stressful stuff. Angry thoughts. Your fears. Stuff that will get adrenaline going." You walk over and sit at your laptop. "I'm going to check out the news, see if there's anything else going on. You know, I saw some stuff this morning about a guy on the subway turning into water or something."

"Yeah?" He asks absently.

"Yeah. At least you're not a puddle right now."

>Continued.

>>16759009
You go to your local news website and are about to search about the warehouse when you're surprised by the headline story. It seems impossible to most. Shit, if you'd seen it three days ago, you'd agree. But after the things you've seen, the things you've done, you're willing to accept it as fact.

'First National Bank Robbed'

That alone isn't so unbelievable, but there's a photo underneath it. It's not too clear: a photo from the bank's security camera. There's smoke and dust covering the majority of the frame, except for a small portion in the upper left where there's light. It's quite obvious that there's light there, because the wall that had been there previously was now replaced by a gaping, jagged hole in the wall, and two figures in front of it, silhouetted by the sun outside. One is laying on the ground, one of the bank's security guards, dead according to the photo's note. But next to the man, standing tall, and based on the size of the dead guard, probably at least 8 or 9 feet tall, is an intimidating figure. Not just tall, but massive on all fronts. The picture's not great, but you can tell he's built like a god damn tank. And his skin. It's so wrong. He's not wearing clothes, as far as you can tell, but his skin. It's not smooth. It's not hairy. It's rough. It's jagged. It's stone. "Jeeeeesus Christ,"

You hear a groan behind you. You hear a howl. You turn around and see John, sprawled out on the couch, his body convulsing like a seizure victim. Bulging, tearing through his clothes. His face is changing, elongating. That familiar visage from earlier is coming. The werewolf.

>Action? Roll 1d100.

rolled 47 = 47

>>16759097

Use our powers to knock him unconcious by touching him.

Again, sorry for the delay. Just got a plate of this delicious chicken and rice.

>>16759116
Shit, you stopped paying attention to him for a while. He's already pretty far along in his transformation. You've got to hurry. Your chair slides back and hits the wall when you jump out of it, nearly bashing your legs against your table.

You stand over him. He's more monster than man by now. His clothes are a total loss. His muscles are rippling beneath his skin, growing around his increased frame. It's time to stop this. You reach down, pressing your hands against his chest, putting it to sleep.

"RAAAAAARRGH!!!" It wasn't enough. Wasn't fast enough. The beast swings at you, knocking you away and off your feet, onto the ground on the other side of the table. Shit!

You get to your knees, trying to get up as fast as you can. The werewolf kicks, breaking the end of your couch clean off and across the room. Shit shit shit! It begins to roll, trying to get to it's feet.

>Action? Another 1d100 for it, please.

rolled 86 = 86

>>16759234
Stop getting up and roll out of the way as fast as you can. Keep moving and don't make yourself and easy target.

>>16759257
You keep low, trying to keep out of its' sight. John's gone now. It's all 'it'. You were lucky in the subway. It was focused on eating the girl then. You were able to sneak up behind it. You have a great power in your hands, but in a face to face challenge, that thing will tear you apart.

You're reminded of the scene of carnage from before. The bodies turned into things in no way resembling man. The strength of that thing, the ferocity, the viciousness, the bloodlust: it's truly inhuman in every sense of the word. Your only hope now is to surprise it. To get it when it's not looking.

You crawl behind your recliner, across the floor, to the side of the couch and behind it. You hope it's looking the other way. You peer over the edge. Hair and muscle. That's all you see. It's gotten of the couch and is on the ground on all fours, like a dog sitting up. It's moving around sluggishly, sniffing the air. Looks like your earlier attempt had some effect on it after all.

>Action? 1d100

rolled 10 = 10

>>16759318

Attack now, while it's weak!

>>16759351
Shiiiiiiiit.

>>16759351
You figure that this is your chance. It's not looking. It's dazed. You're at it's back. Now is the time.

You grip the back of the couch and leap over it. You'll get the jump on this thing yet!

Except it seems that the couch was more damaged by the wolf than you thought. You've got your weight on the back when it gives way, collapsing in on itself with you on top.

When the wolf hears the thump and crash, it turns to you, teeth bared, snarling, it's yellows eyes fixed on the tall thin man on top of a broken couch. It's still a bit uncoordinated as it slowly begins to trod towards you, but at this range, you don't think it'll much matter.

>Action? 1d100

rolled 29 = 29

>>16759318
Pounce for its spine and disable it if we can. Try not to kill, just weaken enought that he won't hurt anyone.

>>16759416
You're lucky you responded to the my older post and not the most current one.

rolled 20 = 20

>>16759431
Ill post a more relevant command as well, then.
Dodge and try to get around behind it again. If its slower now, we should be able to. See if we can get a quick touch in while we're doing this.

rolled 8 = 8

>>16759471
You have to get back behind it again. You get off the couch quickly. It's coming for you. You duck and roll. It swings.

>>16759496
It seems that you're luckier than you thought. It's clawed arm, thicker than your leg, barely breezes past the top of your head. A few inches lower and you'd be gone. A memory. But as it were, you come to a stop just behind it and to the side. You don't have much time before it turns back to you. A few seconds at most.

>Action? 1d100

rolled 62 = 62

>>16759510
Grab it by the head and focus your power. Knock his ass out.

rolled 99 = 99

If it just missed us, it's arm's elbow is facing out to us. The elbow has a lot of nerves in it (hence the 'funny bone' that we hit now and again).
We won't get a chance at the spine, grab that arm and zap it.

>>16759529
You jump onto it. It's taller than John was, but your reach is long. It doesn't take too kindly to your added weight, but it doesn't matter. You only need a moment. It'll try to shake you off. It'll toss you to the ground and tear you open. It'll eat your flesh and bone, savoring your heart upon it's tongue.

But it won't. Your hands placed firmly atop it's head, gripping tightly, you squeeze to hold on. You reach in with whatever power has been granted to you. Your energy reaches its nervous system. It's spine. It's central cortex. There's a whimper as it falls under, and a thudding crash as it falls, landing on your coffee table. You lay atop it, exhausted, truly exhausted, but ready to shock it again if needed. It's not.

The wolf's body begins to shrink. The hair recedes back into the body. The bones reform to those of the original. John returns, naked beneath your body. You struggle to lift yourself off of him, your arms like jelly. Your legs too, as you fall to your ass when trying to stand. God damn.

You lay on your back, catching your breath. The events of the day seem to have caught up with your body. You feel like you've run a marathon.

From the corner of your eyes, you see John, still unconscious, but all man, laying naked atop your table, his arms and legs dangling off the sides. He should come to soon. You'll just rest here until he does.

>Continued.

>>16759608
John gently slaps you awake. "Hey, Francois," his voice is a whisper. Your eyes open. John is standing above you. He looks like hell, his hair is disheveled, his face sagging. He's dressed though, in one of your shirts.

You raise your head and look at him. A pair of your pants, too. "Whuh?" You ask. "What's going on?"

John looks around your apartment, reminded of his own after waking that morning. "Well, uh, I woke up naked and you were on the ground. I didn't do that to you, did I?"

You grab his hand and he helps you stand. You feel like you're drunk, and have trouble standing straight. "Nah, nah," you wave off the idea. "I was just," you lean on your knees. "That took a little outta me." John helps you to your chair, and you sit with relief. God damn.

John stands, his arms crossed, grabbing at the shirt he took from your closet. "You don't mind, do you? Mine were,"

"Don't worry about it," you tell him, smiling.

"What happened?" He asks. You point over to your computer. He goes over and sits in front of it, noticing the webcam. "You recorded it?"

"Yeah. Just open it up on the taskbar and play it back. I figured you'd want to know what happens, you know, during."

John taps a few keys and you hear your conversation from earlier. Then silence. Then the roar. The clatter. The commotion of the fight. Then John, "Holy shit." He plays the entire thing again, and again, and again, watching himself become a monster and then you stopping him. "You know. You kept telling me, but I never really believed it. Even when I was over there trying to do it, I didn't think anything would happen. I'd humor myself for a bit, then go home and forget all about this. But God damn."

>Action?

rolled 49 = 49

>>16759701
Well, now you know what triggers it. What thought caused him to wolf out? Because he need's to avoid things like that before he learns to control it.

Also, tell him about that bank robber.

rolled 75 = 75

>>16759701

Lets go outside and john and us should go around and kill random people.

>>16759701

Firstly, idea. John is a closet homosexual. It would make his character so much more intriguing. Possibly.

>Sit down and decide what you want to do. You want to use your power to clean up your neighborhood a bit. In a way, take revenge on people who want to hurt others they see as weaker. Really hurt them.

rolled 74 = 74

>>16759701
Console the man. Say you'll help in any way you can. After all, us meta-humans have to stick together.

rolled 10 = 10

>>16759786
No.

>>16759790

>>16759824
>>16759845

I fucking lol'ed.

>>16759845
>>16759824

Goddamn, /tg/ is insecure.

A guy wakes up and takes your clothing, with little explanation or justification of it. Makes you wonder. It'd be an interesting character development, especially if he actively represses those thoughts.

>For the record, not gay, just throwing ideas about as to make an interesting story

>>16759907
Note:

He didn't take the clothes you were wearing, he took some out of your closet, since his shredded when he transformed.

Almost done writing.

>>16759786
If enough players want to go that route, we will. The choices are up to you guys.

>>16759790
Firstly, maybe he is, maybe he isn't. And are you offering Francois' own thoughts on his possible future? Or things to say to John?

>>16759751
>>16759791
"What were you thinking about?"

"When I changed?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. How insane the idea of this was. How it was impossible. The frustration of trying to do it and nothing happening. I guess I got mad at myself. Mad at not being able to do it, and then even madder that I was actually thinking it might happen."

"So you're like the Incredible Hulk or some shit."

John laughs, looking up from the video. "You won't like me when I'm angry." No. No you won't.

"Well don't worry, John. I can help you, I think."

"What, you're going to follow me around and put me under whenever I'm about to change?" He smirks, the idea ridiculous.

"Look at you man, you just found out about this today, and you already know a shit ton about it. Just think what we can figure out by tomorrow. Or next week."

"Tomorrow, next week, it doesn't matter. I can't have you coming with me to work and all. Maybe I'll just get some tranquilizers. Keep myself mellow all the time."

>Continued.

rolled 92 = 92

>>16759510
Distract him with the bank robbery.
Possible future plan: Super heroics?

>>16759907
For what it's worth, I think it's interesting.

I just got autobanned for something in my post. Give me a minute to figure it out and post the rest.

"Hey, at least your not actively evil. I mean, look at this douche, using his powers to rob banks."

>>16759907
>>16760027

They guy helped himself to your clothes. He seems totally comfortable in them.He didn't, after what happened, grab some shit and run.The thought might cross the Character's mind.

>>16760027
Shit, it happened again. Well here's an abridged version of the post.

You tell him you're here to help. You both read the robbery story. Figure he can change back and forth from rock to human otherwise everyone would have stories about seeing a rock monster. You also figure it has to be a super power guy and not someone in armor because when everyone is asked what they'd do with a super power, they say "Rob a bank". The robber got a lot of cash and gold. You wonder how many people you there are out there.

>Continued.

>>16760181
"Like us? Shit. Manhattan's got a lot of people. And if it was the dust from that warehouse, or some gas, or whatever else, who says it all just stayed in Manhattan? Maybe some of it is in the jetstream, headed over to China right now or something?"

"Fuck it, this is all doing my head in." You look over at your clock. It's just past three in the afternoon. It certainly doesn't feel like it. "I need some fucking sleep."

"You look tired."

"Yeah. I am, but uh, you broke my couch."

John looks at the remains again, and shrugs. "Yeah, sorry about that."

"Yeah, well that was also my bed, you know."

John frowns. "I'll write you a check," he says, heading over to his briefcase and taking out his checkbook.

"You're pretty rich, right?"

He looks up at you from the book, and then back down, "I do alright."

"Better than me."

"Better than you." He rips the check loose and walks over, handing it to you. "For the damage."

You look at the number written out. "Shit," you exclaim. "Fucking, ten grand? Are you kidding me? The shit you broke didn't exactly add up to ten thousand fucking dollars."

"A couple hundred for the furniture. A couple thousand for helping me out today." His look is solemn and serious. "Thanks, Francois. Really. If that had happened down in the subway today," he shakes his head. "I don't want to imagine what would have happened."

You don't feel the need to tell him what DID happen, not again, and not in detail. That's something you feel he could live without knowing. Just that he knows what could happen should hopefully be enough. "So what are you going to do now, John? Now that you know what you are?"

He looks around your apartment again, shaking his head. "I don't know. Get a strong door at my apartment, I guess. Get some tranqs from my doctor. Keep calm. All I can do."

>Action?

rolled 6 = 6

>>16760184

I put forward the motion of using our combined powers to bring great suffering and misery to the surrounding populace.

>>16760095

The autos are just plain weird. I got Auto'd once for something I really not place. No obscenities, no sexualities, what on earth did I type that is censored?

>>16760190
It said it was a banned URL, but I didn't put one in. It must have been a word that was part of a banned URL, but fucked if I could find which word it was.

>>16760184
"Alright man, goon night and good luck. If you can, swing by tomorrow and we can get to work on controlling your inner wolf."

After that, we should rest. on the remains of the couch. Just fashion the cushions into a makeshift bed.

>>16760184

Ask him to go home, lock himself in, find out exactly what make him change. Take his number.

If anything happens, at least you have a werewolf bro, right? Ask him if he wants to help clean up Manhattan

We need code names; I vote Tazer for our guy, and Feral for John.

>>16760251

I like this idea. Codemanes make it way easier to comminucate. The Authorities (especially anyone involved in the explosion), are probably looking for you. Use codenames.

>>16760104
>>16760208
>>16760222
"Alright. Well," you pick up a pen and pad of paper, writing down your name and number, "Call me if you ever need some help, man. I'm here." You give him the paper and he folds it into his, your, pair of pants.

"Thanks." He reaches into his briefcase and pulls out a business card, handing it to you. "You too."

"Hey man, you should get home and try to lock yourself in, you know. In case you change in the middle of the night again."

"Yeah, that sounds like a plan. I think I will call a locksmith, or carpenter, or whatever, and get a heavy door, some big locks."

"Some tranqs?"

"Maybe." He smiles weakly and begins heading towards the door.

"Hey John," he stops and looks back, "Don't feel too bad. It's not like you're controlling this. You're not a douchebag like that Rock dude, going out and robbing banks."

He smirks. "I don't know. If I was broke," He turns back to leave.

"And John," you call after him, "Anytime you want to go out and be superheros, you know, clean up the streets, just call," you joke. The idea is absurd, but it felt right.

"Sure thing," he says before disappearing. You lock your door and turn to your apartment. It's completely fucked. Your couch/bed is in pieces. Your floor is scratched to hell. Your table where he landed is nearly crushed, its legs barely holding together. But damn, you've got a check for 10k. And maybe a new friend. You hit the lights and lay on the couch's cushions. Falling asleep is easy.

Waking is harder. Your eyes feel like anvils, and your mouth is dry as balls. A few drinks of water help, but you still ache from yesterday. It was in fact yesterday, since your clock tells you that it's nearly five in the morning. Looks like you've got an early start to your day.

>Action?

Ask him for this phone number and give him yours. Tell him to call if he needs more forceful 'calming down', or to talk or anything. Shit's doing down and its best we keep in contact

>>16760315
Well, do we have work today? Let's go if so. Maybe we'll run into the time kid.

>>16760315

Oh, fuck, getting up is hard. You need a coffee.

>>16760315
Get coffee, then cash that check. Cash it at the bank that was robbed. We can ask the tellers to describe what happens, maybe they know something the camera missed.

>>16760371

Nice idea, use the bank visit to get some idea of who the robber was.

>>16760326
You already exchanged numbers.

>>16760348
>>16760354
>>16760371
The coffee drips, and while you wait you have a quick bowl of cereal, washing it down with the hot black bean juice. Yeah, that's right. Hot black bean juice, that's the term for coffee that I used.

You shower and dress, and once you're made up, the sun is well on it's way up the skyline. You don't have a hard schedule for returning to work, yesterday didn't exactly pan out. But with that check, you won't exactly be hurting for money soon. That check. You grab it from the table and slip it into your wallet. Banks probably won't be open until seven or so, but you've got one bank in mind, and it'll take some time to get there. You lock your door and head out.

And come face to face with Amy, your neighbor, surprising her. "Oh!" She yells, startled. "Oh, hi Francois."

>Action?

>>16760467
Hey Amy. I was just on my way out. Gonna cash a check at that bank that got robbed by the freak. What are you doing?

>>16760485
"Oh, hey Amy. I was just, uh, heading to the bank. Where are you going?"

"I've got class. I'm working on a self-portrait."

"Well uh, that's cool. Hope to see it when you're done."

"Sure thing." She smiles, heading in the opposite direction as you when you reach the street. You hop on the subway and head to midtown. It doesn't take long. When you get there traffic's already heavy, especially around the bank. The road in front of it is closed off, a police car parked in front, police tape blocking off the main entrance and the 'new' entrance made by the robber.

Well, seems asking around the bank is a dead end for today. They'll probably be closed for a while. There are a few cops around though.

>Action?

>>16760597
Make small talk with the cops. Ask if the rumors that this was done by a "Super-villain" are true. We can see how hush-hush people in power want this kept.

>>16760597
Can't do anything today. Better find another bank.

>>16760597
Talk to one of the cops. Ask him where the nearest bank other than the one he's guarding, obviously is. Then ask him what really happened here. Someone used a bomb, crashed a truck, not that rock monster thing right? Get him to tell you a story, he'll slip some unintended information that way

You've got to find out something about this. Anything. A couple cops are standing outside the bank's entrance, another outside the broken wall, there are probably a good amount inside, plus some detectives, but there's one by himself standing next to a squad car in the street, blocking off the road. You walk up to him casually. "Hey man, what's up here?"

He looks at you surprised, "You kiddin' right? Do you not see the fuckin' bank 'ere?"

"Uh, yeah. But I mean, what happened?"

The cop grabs his belt and shifts around, "Just a robbery, no big deal."

"No big deal, are you kidding? Look at that wall. It looks like a bomb went off. Seriously, what happened? Did a bomb go off? Someone drive a truck through there or something? What's the deal, man?"

The cop shakes his head, trying to brush you off. "Nah, no bomb, no truck. You gotta get out of here, no one's allowed around."

"What, you kidding? Then how'd that hole get there? It's not like some guy punched a hole through it or something."

The cop looks at you with an odd face then looks away. "Get outta here."

"What? Did someone punch a hole through the wall? No way."

"I mean it, get the fuck outta here or I'm gonna arrest you."

"For what?"

"Trespassing at a crime scene."

"Is that a crime?"

"Obstruction of justice. Now go!" He points down the street. "Get outta here!"

"Hey, do you know where there's another bank around here?"

"Go!"

>Continued.

>>16760846

You leave the cop behind, stopping at a corner to watch the bank for a bit. A few minutes go by before a pair of men in long coats step out through the hole in the wall, looking all around it. Detectives? Well whatever else is going on here, you won't be able to find out about it now. You leave the First National behind and head to another bank down the street. You wait in line and try to cash your check. The teller looks at it in surprise, then to you, before calling over the manager. What follows is a short exchange of him asking whether the check is real, and for the number of the man who gave it to you. You fish through your pocket, pulling out John's business card. The manager takes it, heading over to his phone and making a call. A few minutes later he returns, handing you the card and an apology. "I'm sorry, sir. We'll handle the transaction and deposit the amount into your account. Mr. Wolfowitz was very reassuring in his defense of the check. And I apologize for doubting you. Is there anything else?" You take a few hundred dollars out of the check in cash, leaving the rest in your account, before leaving the bank. It's still mid-morning.

>Action?

Sorry for the delay on that one.

>>16760846
Hilarious. I LOLed

>>16760854
Buy a couch. Or even better a couch you can fold out into a bed. Get the store to deliver.

>>16760854
Well, we need new furniture. Let see if we can get on that. Try to get it all in one color, like a theme color.

>>16760928
You head to a furniture store and buy a brand new foldout couch, writing a check for just under $500 and expecting delivery later that day. You realize how boring that was.

>Action?

>>16760928
Screw a couch bed, buy yourself an actually, comfy bed.

Buy a Fucking NICE couch.

>>16760981
Purchase a book on tailoring, then purchase the equipment needed to make a Super-Hero suit for 'Halloween'

>>16760981
Well, go to the park or something. Stop muggers, in the park. Be the Super Hero.

>>16760964
>>16760982
>>16760992
You go back into the store, and demanding the check back, rip it in half. When the manager gets pissed, you order a nice big big, matching leather couch and recliner, and a solid oak coffee table for your apartment. The manager is noticeably less angry, and accepts your check for $3,400. He says it'll be delivered free of charge, later tonight when you expect to be home.

>Action?

>>16761008
Park, superhero.

>>16761008
Big bed, god dang.

>>16761008
Yes, find something Super heroic to do.

With no work scheduled today, you decided to head down to the park and see what's up. See if you can put these hands of yours to a use. On the way you stop by at a bookstore, getting a couple on tailoring, sewing, and modern fashion. You guess you never really grew out of your superhero mentality from childhood.

You get to the park before noon and begin the long walk around with no set goal in mind. The sun is bright today, and there are a lot of people around. Grandparents with their grand kids, teenagers skipping school, hot dog venders, balloon men, dog walkers, joggers, drug dealers hanging around basketball courts and park benches, a couple cops walking around keeping their eyes on the women with big tits. All pretty standard fare. You hear a couple teenage girls talking about some free concert down on the other side of the park and how they heard it was gonna suck, but like, Adam was gonna be there, and he was like, so totally hot and they wanted to go out with him, but Marcie is being such a bitch, and you can't stand to listen to the rest of it and hurry past them.

All around, there's not much happening here right now.

>Action?
>Stick around the park for a while more?

>>16761066
Drag a drug dealer into a dark place and steal his shit. Then sell the drugs at the concert for some p00ntang

>>16761066
Ah, a concert. That sounds promising. Stuff happens at concerts. We head there.

>>16761084
Anyone else support this?

>>16761112
Nope!

A free concert's better than nothing. You start down the park towards where the stage is set up. You saw it earlier while making the route around, but only paid passing interest to it as you walked. You crest a small hill and you can see the top of the tent over the stage through the distant trees.

Distracted momentarily by the stage, you lose sight of your footing. You hear a crunch as you step. That's odd. What's odder is the slipping sensation you feel beneath your foot, right before you lose your balance. "Shit!" escapes your mouth when you hit the hard stone of the pathway. Crrrcckkk. More crunching sounds. What the fuck? You press down with your hands, lifting yourself up off your ass, and feel something strange beneath your palms. Something alive, and crawling. Insects. Fuck! Gross! Fucking gross! You stand, lifting your bag up with you, and see the ground is littered with insects. It's not like there's a carpet of them or anything, but there is a fuck load.

Crawling, moving, slither, stepping. Spiders, ants, centipedes, cockroaches. The ground is literally swarmed. Their movements are like a pulse. Beating. Throbbing. It's unsettling. What the hell is going on. There shouldn't be this many bugs, in such a small place, and none of them are doing anything of note. Except moving. It takes you longer to realize than you thought it should have. But they're all moving in unison. A wave of insects, all deeper into the trees ahead of you. Towards the concert.

>Action?

>>16761217
Follow them. Their master must be ahead.

>>16761217
Run off, Bugs are scary!
Also, We need to get our dick wet, FOR SCIENCE

>>16761217
Follow them bugs!

use your power to see how many of them you can kill at once.

Hmm, I noticed the first thread.

sounds cool, OP, i'll catch up and start PARTICIPATIN

>>16761301
You reach down, pressing your palm down against a group of bugs, and want them to die. When you raise your hand, you see a small group of bugs, about the exact same size as your hand, dead. Well, guess that was just as effective as if you'd stomped them.

>>16761281
>>16761288
You start again towards the clearing of trees and the concert therein, not trying to step on bugs as you go, but it's impossible not to at this point. It's almost to the point where they form a second ground over the earth. It's nauseating, but you continue.

The concert is ahead, and you hear screaming. Stopping by a tree that provides cover, you spy out across the field. Chairs are toppled, and people are running in all directions, terrified, screaming. Children stand still, paralyzed in fear, their parents grabbing them and running off away from the stage. Bugs and insects of all types sizes and colors are meeting here, the ground beneath the stage a mass of legs and exoskeletons. Millions, hundreds of millions, all around. You can see a few arms and legs sticking out of the massive conglomeration, kicking with futility against the endless horde before being once again enveloped by it.

On the stage stands a figure dressed in a white dress. It's hard to make out many details from this distance, but it's definitely a girl, small, maybe five foot, with long brown or black hair. She's standing still, not a bug on her.

>Action?

>>16761367
Walk calmly over to her and ask whats going on, and if shes doing it.

>>16761367
Well, that the cause I think. Act like your a panicking concert goer to get close, then grab he head and give her just enough to knock her out.

>>16761383
She's a good 100 yards away, at least, and the ground is swarming with insects.

>>16761396
WADE through calmly.

The girl's causing this. She has to be. There's no other explanation. Must have breathed in whatever was in that warehouse. Now she's some kind of . . . bug . . . controlling . . . person. WHAT THE FUCK EVER! You head into the field of insects, heading towards the stage. You can stop her. All it takes is a touch.

The deeper you go, though, the thicker the insect swarm becomes. You're still 80 yards away and it's starting to get towards the top of your feet, and walking is getting hard. You can't imagine what it'll be like closer, towards the stage. You look over at it, and see the level there much higher than where you are, almost three or four feet high, it seems. But if you put her down, you know that they'll disperse.

>Action?

>>16761462
Well if they swarm onto us, can't we just kill them all once they touch us?

>>16761462
Suck it up. You can't be a super hero without doing some nasty shit once in a while. Act like your panicking though, so she doesn't get wise and sick the whole swarm on you.

>>16761462
Yell, Ask for her to clear a path for you.

>>16761502
Alpha as fuck, we dont need no stinking badges

>>16761502
Tell her to make way or you'll kill every bug touching you.

>>16761492
>>16761502
>>16761517
You keep forward and yell to make a path for you. To let you through, but there's no response from the girl. She doesn't even seem to move. Probably didn't hear you. The insects on the ground are loud, making all kinds of noise, but it shouldn't be that ba-

The closer you get, the louder it becomes. A deep buzzing. The air seems thicker here now. A mosquito or fly or something else with wings flys into your throat. You cough, gagging terribly until it flys back out again. God damn. It's definitely getting worse the deeper you go. Flying bugs seem to have joined the rest, though they're faster than those stuck on the earth, and seem to have all reached the interior of the field, flying around like a small tornado around the stage.

You're only a hundred feet away or so by now, but walking is getting almost impossible. The level of the bugs is up past your knees, and it feels like you're walking through snow. Crawling, inching snow. They're even beginning to crawl up your legs and aiming higher for you. Enough of that. You concentrate, releasing a shock. The bugs on you and around your legs fall free to the ground, but they're all replaced in moments. Going like this will be tough.

You can see the girl more clearly now, even through the flying swarm between you. She's definitely young, a teenager. Maybe only 13 or 14. White, very white, very pale. Her hair is a dark brown. She looks completely untouched by the bugs, and completely terrified.

>Action?

>>16761576
Activate your power in kill mode and keep it up until you reach her. That should make it easier to get through the bugs. Then, deactivate it, take her hand, and tell her that she has to calm down, that this will all stop if she just calms down. Make sure the message gets through, yell if you have to.

>>16761576
Get over there! She's obviously scared. Knight in shining armor time, let's go.

>>16761635
WHITE KNIGHT, WE NEED A SIDE KICK! OR A NEMISIS

>>16761576
Shit, no control huh? If we can't calm her down, maybe we should just jolt her.

>>16761710
>>16761705
We should found some sort of support group at the rate we're going. Superheros Anonymous.

>>16761617
>>16761635
You keep soldiering on, killing the bugs as they swarm over you. They're so small, and so simple, it's easy to kill them, but there are just so many, and they keep coming, that it is slowly but surely draining you of energy. You remember how you felt after stopping John last night, after shocking him so many times throughout the day. You practically passed out. You determine with ease that you most definitely don't want that to happen to you here. You won't let it.

You're getting closer to the stage now. The mass there has grown considerably. In the front center it's more like a small hill now, taller than you. Though still very high, the levels further out along the edge are much lower, and you head towards them, pushing yourself off of the sea of bugs and onto the cheap plywood stage.

You take a moment, lying prone to catch your breath. The crawling bugs are no longer swarming you, but the flyers are still thick in the air. God damn, fucking bugs. It's like every single one in the city were here. You hear loud banging noises off to the side, away from the stage. Looking over you see a police officer with a shotgun, firing into a, it looks like a wave of insects, moving towards him. He doesn't run though, he just keeps firing until he's hit, carried under the legion of legged monsters. You feel a chill run up your spine, and turn to look at the girl. "HEY!" You yell to her, but she doesn't look. You get to your knees and begin crawling towards hers. Only a few feet away, off to her side. She's staring frozen into the mound of insects before her. You wrap your hands around your mouth like a blowhorn, "HEY! YOU GOTTA CALM DOWN! YOU GOTTA STOP THIS!"

>Continued.

>>16761734
The girl finally hears you, it seems, and looks over at you. Her eyes are flooded with tears, her face pale, paler than it normally is, you assume, and she's trembling. Trembling. Terrified. She falls forward, jumping into your arms. "Help me! Help! HEEEELP!" She screams.

"You've gotta stop them!" You yell to her. Right in your arms, and still you must scream. "You have to send them away, just like you called them!"

She looks up at you, her face still a mass of nerves. "What!? I- I didn't do this!" She yells.

"What!?" Her eyes are large and round and unblinking.


"Pppppuuuuuuuuut! Hhhhhhheeeeeeer! Dddddddoooooooown!" You hear a terrible noise, like thunder. A thousand bursts of air, all speaking in one voice. "LLLLeeeeeeeave! Hhhhhheeeeeeeere! Nnnnnooooow!" The mound of insects in front of the stage begins to pulse once more, rising with each word. And even once they cease, it continues, climbing higher and higher into the sky. A pillar of living cells, a tower ten feet high, fifteen feet, twenty.

>Action?

>>16761737

>>16761737
Say no, we aint fraid' of no ghosts

>>16761737
motherOfGod.jpg

My vote is to knock her unconscious if possible.

She failed from the horror.

>>16761764
>failed
Fainted

>>16761737
Look at it defiantly.

"Hey, I don't know what your relation to this girl is, but she terrified. Just look at her. If you care about her, then stop this madness."

I waited for you on Wednesday, OP. I waited for you... ;_;

>>16761737
"I know we've just met and that you shouldn't talk to strangers, but you need to concentrate. Think about...think about those new suede shoes! Or...or whatever you girls think about. Yeah! That cool smoothie, or those lazy days in the sun. Come on, close your eyes, and think cool!"

HOLY SHIT! SHES NOT CONTROLLING IT! SHES ANOTHER VICTIM! WE JUST WALKED INTO SOME DEEP SHIT!

If knocking her unconscious doesn't work, we'll have to yell at the cloud of insects and tell them that she fainted because of YOUUUUU

SHE HATES YOU. LOOK WHAT YOUVE DONE

>>16761763
>>16761764
>>16761768
>>16761783
>>16761815
You hold her tightly in your arms, embracing her. Keeping her safe from herself. "You need to stop this! You need to calm yourself down! Calm it all down! Think happy thoughts! Good thoughts! Think of them leaving! JUST GET RID OF THEM!"

The girl cries, her body shakes in your arms. But nothing happens, the insects don't leave. They don't even shudder. They just continue to pulse. The pillar rises more and more, the top beginning to wide, and thicken. You can hear it now, too. Just like when it spoke. But there are no words. Just the sound, the beating sound of growth.

Thump! The pillar grows. THUMP! It pulses. THUMP!!! And pulses. No good, it must be subconscious, just like John with his adrenaline fueled monster mash. You have no choice. You feel bad about it, but it must be done. She has to be knocked out. You hug her tight, like a big brother, and shock her. He eyes roll and her head shakes, then lolls to one side, resting against your chest. She's gone. Her nervous system shut down temporarily. The swarm should disperse.

But it doesn't. It keeps pulsing now. "Nnnnnoooooo!!!!" The voice bellows. You look to the pillar, then the girl, and back. It wasn't her. It wasn't her! The large flat top of the pillar begins to take form. To your horror, you see the familiar outlines, ridges, edges. A human face, formed of thousands and thousands of insects. "Yyyyyoooooouuu! Hhhhhuuuuuuurt! Hhhhhhheeeeeer!"

>>16761931
"NO!" You scream into the tower, the wall of insects, the head forming at the top. "NO! YOU DID!" You hold her up, her face presented. "YOU SCARED HER HALF TO DEATH!" You lie. "SHE FAINTED BECAUSE OF YOU! WHOEVER YOU ARE! THIS IS BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"Nnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooo!!!" The voice is deafening now. The pillar begins to shake, swaying from side to side. "Yyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooooouuuuuuu!!!!!!" Your entire head is thumping along with it now. You feel like you're skull will burst from the noise.

The pillar sways, back, back, further back away from you. "Ddddddddiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!" It rushes forward, coming your way, directed right towards you and the girl. That horrible face. Moving and twitching. A living hammer.

>Action? 1d100

rolled 58 = 58

>>16761942
Produce a flame thrower by lighting your own farts on fire and burning the tower down.

>>16761931

"You hurt her first, whoever you are. And I can do a lot worse. So drop the bugs, and lets talk about this like adults before we both do something we regret!"

Bluffing like mad here.

I can see three ways to respond to this: hold the girl's body up in defense, dodge the fuck out of the way, or try to kill the bugs as they come at us bro.

My vote is for dodge, dropping the girl's body where we are.

rolled 96 = 96

>>16761942
Throw the girl out of the way, activate kill mode, and dive into the base of the tower.

rolled 12 = 12

>>16761980
Ass flame thrower would've worked better but I guess with such a high roll, this.

rolled 86 = 86

>>16761942
>>16761931
Clutch the girl, holding her like a sleeping beauty as we walk towards the swarm. No fear...no fear!

rolled 46 = 46

Begin raping the girl, hopefully destabilizing the tower due to rage.

>>16762007
>>16761988
Ignore the trolls go with either
>>16762001
or
>>16761980

>>16761980
It's coming now. Oh god. Oh god, here comes the arm. No time. Not like this. You throw the girl from your grip, watching her roll across the stage, limp, seemingly lifeless. You look up, it's right on top of you now. Die, the voice yelled at you. Threatened you. Cursed you. You leap off of stage, your arms spread, wide, ready, towards the base of the tower. "YOU FIRST!"

You spear yourself into the mass like a flaming spear, the bugs in your patch dieing as you go. A cannonball. A god damn cannonball. You feel like a kid diving into a pool during summer. You move so easily right into it. And they die. Every single god damn bug. Every cockroach, spider, earwig, preying mantis that you touch. You want them to die. All of them. And you wish you could do it. Hell, maybe you did, you just don't know, because the deeper into the pile you go, the more pile on top of you. Your vision goes black. Buried away, hidden from the light of the sun by millions upon millions of tiny pests. You hit the ground, softened by the corpses of those before you, just a tiny bubble of air beneath your face. You feel more and more crawling to reach you, and just like those before, they die as they reach their goal. A god damned living bug zapper.

But you can't keep this up forever. They'll just keep on coming, and sooner or later, you'll be out of power, and you'll suffocate. You have to hope that whoever is doing this is under here somewhere. Is nearby. They have to be.

>Action? 1d100

rolled 81 = 81

>>16762053
Make your way to the center, waving your arms about until you feel something solid. Then knock them out.

>>16762053
keep looking for the origin of all these bugs. Killing him is acceptable but not preferable.

no way this shit will go unnoticed, we're not adding this guy to our superhero retinue.

>>16762053
Concentrate as hard as we can.
Support me with your rolls!

rolled 47 = 47

>>16762053
Raise our head through the swarm and reach for the sky! The perpetrator must be there as we struggle beneath the swarm!

Awesome thread again, OP. I'm heading to bed, so I'll see you around. :3

Also, please be on time... I waited for you... ;_;

rolled 52 = 52

>>16762070
Forgot to roll.

rolled 96 = 96

>>16762053
Eat a bug.

Then claw and crawl your way through the mass towards whatever direction you think is up.

rolled 99 = 99

>>16762053
It's all or nothing now. Press on and find the mother fucker.

rolled 45 = 45

>>16762077
>>16762080

rolled 52 = 52

>>16762080
>>16762077
How could you POSSIBLY beat my eat a bug roll? Damn thee.

rolled 61 = 61

>>16762064
You don't have much time. You have to find him. Whoever he is, he has to be stopped. God damn, you're going to die if he isn't. And what kind of death would that be? You stop a killer werewolf just to be buried alive by insects? No fucking way. Fuck that noise.

You reach wildly into the swarm, punching through insects, feeling their pincers and legs and wings fluttering against you. It feels so terrible. You release shocks in bursts now, feeling drained already. You can't keep something like that sustained, but you still have to keep them off. Just long enough. Your fingers reach out, wildly, grasping, hoping.

You feel a hand! You pull it towards you. Finally, you caught the bastard. You pull, and pull. Then it gives way, and you feel the bugs that had swarmed over it fall away as you unleash a shock, and you feel nothing now but bone. Dead, lifeless bone. A victim, stripped bare by this ravenous horde. Oh my god. You feel your stomach churn, and hold it back, dropping the skeletal remains. Oh god, oh fucking god, you're going to die here. You're going to die.

You can't! You can't die here! Not like this. NOT LIKE THIS! Your arms claw against them, digging like a madman. Gotta find him, gotta find him, gotta stop him. No. No, not like this. Gotta stop it all! You reach out.

rolled 100 = 100

>>16762110
YOU CAN DO IT ZAPPER GUY!

>>16762116
IT MUST HAPPEN

>>16762116
Activate it...

>>16762110
>You reach out.
AND???

>>16762116
Hell yes! Take that roll and shove it up this guys ass, you glorious living bug zapper.

rolled 27 = 27

>>16762129
oh goddamnit in my exceitement i forgot how to roll.

>>16762116
>nat fucking 100

rolled 24 = 24

>>16762110
>Continued.

You feel something! An arm! And it pulls away! It tries to pull away! But you won't let it. No! NOT NOW! NOT ANYMORE! You grip steady and try to shock it, but you're so tired already. It feels like all you can do is shock it. Come on! COME ON, YOU BASTARD!

You pull this arm towards you again, closer now, closer. You reach out with your left hand, grappling the figure with both now. It's all or nothing. You have to do it. You have to stop him now. Right now! THIS! FUCKING! INSTANT!

"STOP!" You feel the energy leave your body, coursing through your veins like fire, like lightning, like something indescribable. Traveling through your body like a gust of wind. The cave of your chest, pumped by your heart, blowing through your arms, long tunnels that push it on its way, into your hands, pooling together, gathering strength, a hurricane over the ocean. And then out through your palms. Your fingers. Into him. It's too much, you close your eyes. You don't want to. You want to keep them open, even though you're blind, because if you have them open then it means you're still alive. You're still fighting. You won't be swallowed by all of it.

But you're just a man. Hell, you're more than a man, but you still have your limits. Your eyes close, and your mind dulls until it matches the darkness surrounding you.

rolled 1 = 1

>>16762164
Noble sacrifices are so over rated, but at least we killed him.

>>16762164
Dis we win? Or did we die?

>>16762184
tgDice.jpg

>>16762164
I don't think we're dead. If anything, that nat 100 should count for something.

rolled 19 = 19

>>16762164
I didn't roll nat 100 to be a martyr! I rolled it to kill bugs and fuck bitches!

It's so blinding. A sun going supernova right in front of your eyes. You want to gouge them out just to stop it. But it's over far too quick. The light is dimmer now, back to normal. The sun. The sun! Right above your head, shining right on to you.

And around the head of the EMT who's kneeling over you, wrapping their head in a halo of light. God damn, it's a guardian fucking angel. The man sees you open your eyes and smiles, looking up and calling over to someone. You roll your eyes down, looking all over. A mask's over your face. You take a deep breath. Pure oxygen flows into your lungs, putting out the pained fired that had grown inside of your chest, bringing you back from the brink of suffocation. Of death.

You're alive.

>End of Session 3. See you guys next time.

>>16762228

Holy shit. Fuck! Yes! Someone archive this.

>>16762228
When is "next time?"

>>16762301
Probably Saturday at about 3:00 4chan time. I was trying to do it at 12:00 4chan time yesterday, but I didn't get in until late and by the time I woke up it was already past then, so I figured I'd wait until another time.

How'd you guys like this one? Any feelings one way or another? Critique? Things you think we could do with or without?

>>16762323
archived
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/16758250/

Was good thread, could potentially use less things that require us a visit from a paramedic, unless mortal peril is part of the quest (which wouldn't be strange).

This superpower sucks! /kicks rock

>>16762053
>Oh god. Oh god, here comes the arm.
Was that a Protomen reference?

>>16762353
Yes.

>>16762343
Fuck! I missed the whole thing

>>16762557
Me too.

Goddammit.

Average Human, if it were genetically possible, I would have your babbies.