The prisoners take advantage of the mayhem to start a riot, picking up weapons from the dead Germans and fortifying themselves in the western cell block and attacking the barracks to the east. You grow yourself in a grisly suit of armor made from bone and lead the charge on the barracks tearing the Germans limb from limb.

A stray grenade nearly blows you in two, and in a desperate move you absorb the bodies of fifteen dead Nazis into your own. After a brief digestion period you emerge as an unstoppable sixteen foot tall golem of writhing flesh and bone. In this form, you easily crush the German offensive and drive them back to the armory, the most fortified position in the entire camp.

You have successfully claimed the south, east, and western borders of the camp, but the Germans still hold the heavily armed northern perimeter. The Nazis still occupy the the armory, the administration building, and the gate (which is guarded by two pillboxes).

Your abilities:

>Shapeshifting
You can control the flesh, bone, and chemicals in your body down to the cellular level.

>Camouflage
You can change the color of your skin to match your surroundings, becoming nearly invisible while immobile

>Consume
You can acquire more mass by eating the flesh of others.

>Disguise
You can change your appearance to look like another person

>Poison Darts
You can shoot venomous quills from your body that cause death almost instantly.

>Demon of Gdynia
You can protect your body with a bony exoskeleton. It's effective against small arms and shrapnel, but cannot withstand heavy fire.

>Fire Resistance
You can survive in a fire for prolonged periods of time.

>Golem
After consuming large amounts of flesh you become a hulking, near-unstoppable monstrosity. In this form, you can easily shrug off direct fire from an MG42.

>Bombardier Gas
You have managed mimic the defense of a certain species of beetle. Though this attack does not possess much explosive power, the resulting toxin is extremely poisonous and can kill a man in less than a minute.

>Mutation
Given enough time you can alter your body's chemistry to discover new abilities.

Your equipment:

You have about 200 men with you to lead the charge on the armory, but only 88 firearms between them. You have two MG42s and 22 grenades. You also have one panzershreck and 5 rockets.

Major characters:

>Oskar
An old Polish man who is surprisingly effective on the battlefield. He is rallying the troops for the assault on the armory

>Masha
A young, short haired, Jewish woman and a very courageous fighter. She was injured while defending the the southernmost barracks

>Dr. Von Braun
The monster responsible for taking away your humanity and subjecting countless others to his cruel experiments.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

You forgot the musclemass ability for additional speed.

Are we regenerated yet?

>>17555259
Good call

>Lightweight High-Carbon Skeleton

You have increased the strength of your skeleton and increased your muscle-mass for faster movement.

>>17555259

You were struck by several panzershreck rounds while destroying the last barrack, but you have managed to heal from your grave injuries since then. You aren't completely healed up just yet, but you are not vulnerable.

You were also struck by Cloudflare, but have regenerated from that too.
Bumping for gustafful, my lebien!

So this reads like Prototype in WWII.

4chan is back, and so am I.

>>17556183

welcome back.

Those network problems really threw me off my groove. I'll give you guys shoggoth artwork as an apology.

>Bombardier Gas
>You have managed mimic the defense of a certain species of beetle. Though this attack does not possess much explosive power, the resulting toxin is extremely poisonous and can kill a man in less than a minute.

into the nearest nazi infested opening, just to "check the tubes" so to speak.

lets see what this shit can do.

rolled 32 = 32

>>17556585
fucking roll...

rolled 24 = 24

>>17556585

Through the windows is too obvious.

I vote for finding a sewer pipe or something similar and pumping it in that way.

rolled 80 = 80

>>17556593
>>17556593
that involves getting too close to the building

rolled 48 = 48

>>17556606

How do you suggest getting it in through the windows without the nazis noticing then?

And we can probably find a pipe or something that leads up into the building far enough away from it that we can punch into it and work safely.

Here's a bad mspaint drawing of the armory.

>>17556641
Damn captch

rolled 35 = 35

>>17556645

So 4 armed nazis guarding each window, two doors, and a loading bay door.

Yeah, we're not getting close to that building or the windows without getting shredded by machine gun fire.

rolled 57 = 57

>>17556634
I figure by spraying it.

the spitting cobra does it and the bombardier beetle as well.

rolled 71 = 71

>>17556670

Can we spray it far enough that they can't see us or hit us with guns? I don't think so, and we're using a gas so it'd disperse before it got into the building anyways.

No, our best shot is to find a pipe and pump it through there. We'll have to be careful though so it doesn't get into other buildings where our comrades have control though.

rolled 71 = 71

It says that our poison gas doesn't have much explosive power. What if we made a sac of poison gas and attached it to a grenade?

rolled 53 = 53

>>17556685
damn...

I wasn't thinking...

get the peons to blow the door off the building with our panzershrecks and grenades

then they open up on the gunners in the windows while we charge the hole where the door used to be.

then we produce gas however we do it and keep pumping the gas till we are assured that all the nazis are dead if we have to rip the masks off them all.

I mean it's our own bio-substance so it shouldn't inconvenience us...

rolled 28 = 28

>>17556730

That kind of defeats the purpose of gassing them out in the first place.

Let's just see if we can find a pipe to use first, and if that doesn't pan out then we can try something more direct like this.

...Guys, read the last thread.
We can't gas them. The loading bay is open.

What the hell? Cloudflare has tried to kill my thread twice.

>>17556593
>>17556634
>>17556740

You scan the armory for an opening. The windows and doors are guarded by soldiers armed with machine guns and panzershrecks. Your hide is thick, but you doubt you would be able to shrug off a barrage that severe.

You notice something on the roof, a small chimney-stack that was put there to keep exhaust and hazardous vapors from building up inside of the armory.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 8 = 8

>>17560519
query: outside temperature (approximate)?

get covering fire from our 88 guns on the window gunners, sprint around the side of the armory and crawl or ooze up the side of the building to that pipe then latch on and fart that gas down the pipes


>>17557876
I was there and the status of the loading bay was not stated by Nowhereman.

the theoretical state of the bay door was discussed, because I was part of the group that brought it up

>>17561147
Good to see you again, mono.

>query: outside temperature (approximate)?

58 degrees Fahrenheit

rolled 86 = 86

>>17560519

Hmm, set up a distraction and then get on the roof quickly, we can camouflage ourselves and pump in the gas through there.

Nice to see this is still going.

rolled 79 = 79

Trackback.
Collect corpses. Find something heavy (a tank, maybe?) and throw it at the building.
If we find canisters of explosive material or something that could be filled with our gas, it might be even better for throwing. If we create an autonomous "drone", latch it onto the canister and tell it to cause the explosive reaction after a certain amount of time, we should be able to do quite a bit of damage.

Do cars explode in this world?

rolled 31 = 31

>>17561359
>Collect corpses.
For the purpose of eating them. Just to make this clear.

>>17561147
>>17561245

You turn to Oskar:

"Get all of your men to open fire on the armory. While their heads are down, I'll get to the roof."

Oskar snaps a magazine into his rifle.

"Just leave some for us to kill this time, eh?"

He turns to his men:

"Our hideous friend needs a distraction! Take up positions in the rubble! Stay low and keep firing!"

The prisoners let loose a terrifying battle cry and like shrieking skeletons they charge into battle. Fueled by their rage they open fire on the armory with total disregard for personal safety. For every inmate shot down, another is there to pick up his weapon and continue the fight.

You have precious little time to act. With all of your strength you run along the perimeter wall, bullets ripping at your sides. You ignore the onslaught of hot lead, all that matters is that you get to the roof.

Once you're within range you prepare yourself for a mighty leap.

Roll 1d100

If the sum of the first 3 rolls is greater than 100, you successfully land on the roof.

rolled 97 = 97

>>17561373

>insert Six-Million Dollar Man sound effect here

rolled 98 = 98

>>17561373
>>17561388

God DAMN.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=heE1MqS9u6Y&feature=related

rolled 31 = 31

>>17561428

GOD DAMN

Steve Austin is the patron saint of this quest.

rolled 25 = 25

>>17561373

If we get 250, can we kill someone by landing on them?

That would be awesome.

>>17561428
>>17561388

dat noko

rolled 63 = 63

Seems like we got more than needed...

I suggest cleaning the pillboxes with my remote-controlled bomb concept. But only if there isn't anything more suitable available after cleaning the armory.

rolled 11 = 11

>>17561486

You can't really cheat on rolling when higher numbers are better. Rolling a die greater than d100 will make it LESS likely for you to get a crit (and more likely to reveal the fact that you're cheating) and rolling a lower die makes it impossible.

Noko-ing your rolls is only a problem when you're aiming for low numbers.

>>17561445
>>17561428
>>17561388

Rolled 226

In a feat of herculean strength you hurl your monstrous frame nearly twenty yards, landing squarely on the roof of the armory. Without a moment to spare you seize the ventilation-stack with your hand, form an airtight seal and pump as much toxin into the building as you are able.

A moment passes, then you begin to hear the screams. Nazis pour from the windows and loading bay, gurgling horribly and vomiting, their eyes and lungs on burning from the poisonous gas.

Their suffering doesn't last long though, they are quickly gunned down by the inmates in their panicked attempt to evacuate the building.

In a few short minutes, the armory is won.

Only the front gate and the administration building remain.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 19 = 19

>>17561536

Fuck yeah, open the loading bay doors to let the gas air out of the building first, the regroup and stack stock of what we have in the armory.

rolled 77 = 77

>>17561550
>stack

Er, TAKE stock of the armory.

rolled 8 = 8

>>17561536
Let out gas, look through the armory. Pack all explosive material into a meat package set to explode on a timer.
Plant it at the administration building.


...Btw, would we be capable of using an autonomous unit that attaches to a ventilation system and pumps gas into it? Could we plant it from a range? Tell it to walk until it finds a ventilation shaft?

rolled 98 = 98

>>17561536

Clear the gas out of the armory by opening doors and windows, and then send in the prisoners to arm and fortify.

We should take the administration building next, using the same method if possible.

>>17561585

So gas out the administration building then storm the gate?

Sounds like a plan.

mspaint update

>>17561564
>>17561550

You squeeze through the armory door and take stock of your newly acquired munitions. There are dozens of MG42s and panzershrecks with several crates of ammunition. Hundreds of rifles, both automatic and bolt-action, with plenty of ammunition. Lugers, land mines, and grenades all in plentiful supply, and you even notice a couple flamethrowers lying in a corner. There are also several barrels of gasoline and oil, tools, and a motorcycle. The prisoners now have all the munitions they need.

You wait a few minutes for the poison gas to clear out, then you call out to Oskar.

"The armory is ours!"

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

>>17561670

._.

rolled 83 = 83

>>17561670

Is the admin building set up in the same way so we can use the rooftop vents?

rolled 94 = 94

We got a motorcycle. We got grenades. We are an abomination with limitless capabilities.
How can we make use of that?

...I suggest latching weapons onto the motorcycle by using living mechanisms that are connected to us and fire on contact.
Drive directly against the administration building (avoid pillboxes!), use surpressing fire of the weapons that we grafted onto the motorcycle and spam grenades through the windows.

rolled 34 = 34

>>17561699

Walking straight over there will put us in line for the guards who have control of the gate though.

We can double back and approach it from the cell blocks instead.

rolled 32 = 32

>>17561714
>and fire on contact.
fire on contact with the enemy

rolled 82 = 82

>>17561714

We can spam grenades through the windows, but the rest of the deal with that motorcycle just sounds silly.

Besides, we can most likely run faster on foot.

>>17561699

Administration is two stories tall and made of brick. Four machine guns guard the building, two on the ground floor, two on the second floor. Currently all of them are facing south to contain the uprising in the cell blocks. The western eastern to administration is being protected by the two heavily-armed pillboxes at the front gate.

rolled 78 = 78

>>17561740
Yeah, I guess you are right.
Still, we should keep the motorcycle. Maybe we can do a Hellrider cavalry charge one day.

Anyway, store grenades in body, lob grenades into windows.

>>17561756

>western eastern

Shorten that to eastern

rolled 52 = 52

>>17561756

We're going to lose a lot of men and get pretty hurt ourselves if we attempt to just sweep through the building manually.

On the other hand I'm not sure if we can get on the roof without them shooting at us again.

rolled 79 = 79

Fuck this shit.
Let's do it the manly way:
Transform into a biological grenade launcher. Launch grenades into the building. Don't stop until everyone is dead.

rolled 68 = 68

>>17561839

Shelling grenades isn't going to kill everyone in there.

But it can give us enough of an opening to get inside and finish the job.

We'll need some kind of cover though to avoid getting just slaughtered on our approach...

Can we engineer up some smoke bombs?

>>17561839

You come up with an alternate use for your dart throwing mechanism. You pick up a potato masher grenade and jam its handle into your arm. You create a pocket of air behind the grenade similar to the way you launch your poison darts and aim for the administration building on the other side of the camp.

roll 1d100

If the sum of the first three rolls is greater than 149, the grenade makes it through a window and causes hell inside.

rolled 14 = 14

FUCK GOD

I say we attempt to mutate a new, potentially useful power before anything else.

rolled 90 = 90

'NADES OUT

rolled 45 = 45

>>17561900

A catastrophic failure would be loltastic, just saying.

rolled 98 = 98

>>17561905
>>17561939
>>17561945
>149
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

rolled 34 = 34

>>17561945

Holy christ, we JUST made it.

>>17561945
>>17561939
>>17561905

Rolled 149 (God is punishing you for noko rolls)

The grenade sails in a graceful arc. It bounces off of the windowsill and falls harmlessly to the ground. You curse in disappointment.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 44 = 44

>>17561995
That one was a warning shot.
THIS one will be serious!

rolled 22 = 22

We take a moment to experiment with ourselves, to find out new mutations and powers.

rolled 99 = 99

>>17562053

Uh uh, no, that can wait until after we clear out the camp. The longer we wait the more entrenched the remaining Nazis will be and the harder it will be to root them out. Generate a smokescreen so we can move in closer and get a better shot at getting the grenades in through the windows.

>>17562128

You notice that a young man having trouble putting on the flamethrower. You pick up a nearby barrel of oil, punch a hole in the top and roll it several yards away from you. You call to the young man.

"You, what is your name?"

He is terrified of your towering form, but musters a response.

"I... I am Peter."

"Peter, do you think you can hit that barrel with flames?"

"We shall see."

Peter marches past you and takes cover by the loading bay door. He flicks on the pilot light with a shaky hand and peers around the corner. The young boy takes a deep breath and spring into action, dousing the oil drum in a jet of crimson flame.

The oil goes up in flames and a dark column of smoke obscures the pillboxes.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 34 = 34

>>17562250
Take out the guards on the gate first in the pillboxes, it'll give us a clearer shot at the building.

Suppressing fire on them, and get closer with the smoke screen to lob grenades into the boxes.

rolled 79 = 79

>>17562312
Second

rolled 2 = 2

>>17562312
Pillboxes have quite big openings, don't they?
I guess throwing a grenade would be quite easy for them.
...We could also slither across then ground, enter the pillbox that way and eat its inhabitants.

>>17562400
>>17562312

You grab a couple handfuls of grenades and decide to take advantage of your impromptu smoke-screen. You charge the eastern pillbox. As you emerge from the black smoke you can see the Nazi's faces become pale, their eyes bulging in horror. They see a demon from hell sent to punish them for their sins.

Roll 1d100

If the sum of the first three rolls is greater an 124, you successfully clear the pillbox of Germans

rolled 59 = 59

elder gods guide our aim

rolled 60 = 60

rollan

rolled 62 = 62

>>17562486


Don't fail us now!

rolled 94 = 94

Kill the people doing their job!

rolled 77 = 77

>>17562486
roll for glory

>>17562539
>>17562537
>>17562504

Rolled 181

You tear out the pins and throw them grenades as if you were Jupiter himself hurling thunderbolts from on high. The potato mashers find their way into the pillboxes, unleashing an explosive slaughter inside. You slither your way into the pillbox, quickly silencing the wounded.

The eastern pillbox is yours. Only one more pillbox and the administration building remain.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

>throw them grenades

I really need to take a second to pay attention to what I'm writing.

>>17562540
>People doing their job

And their job is to imprison and torture innocent people.

Fuck no, we're not about to feel sorry for them. Let them reap the whirlwind they have sowed.

rolled 30 = 30

have the prisoner/ ourselves fire panzershrecks at the next pillbox. charge in afterwards while occupants are stunned by explosions

>>17562591

How far does the smoke go? Can we do the same thing for the western pillbox?

rolled 17 = 17

>>17562608
Only one or two soldiers (and most of the doctors) will be complete psychopaths.
Believe it or not - These soldiers have families.

...But I don't want to derail the thread, so it's better to stop this right now.

rolled 93 = 93

>>17562620

Seconding this.

>>17562623

Updated map

>>17562633
>>17562620

In a booming voice, you call out to Oskar and the other prisoners within the armory.

"Unleash hell upon the final bunker! The gate is almost ours!"

Hell is unleashed indeed, and the western pillbox is hammered by a barrage of every conceivable form of weaponry. A storm of angry lead and rocket fire pound its concrete walls without relent.

Taking advantage of the covering fire, you charge the pillbox.

Roll 1d100.

If the sum of the first 3 rolls is greater than 99. The western pillbox is yours.

rolled 21 = 21

>>17562722
Rollan for RIP AND TEAR

rolled 78 = 78

>>17562722

rollan

rolled 41 = 41

>>17562722
with zealous fury and righteousness strike down upon our foes

rolled 65 = 65

>>17562722

Rolling for carnage.

Hey guys, I can't participate now and will read the quest in archives later but I wanted to say that the priority you should be aiming for is to kill the nazi doctor who did this. He cannot be let to escape. I'm sure that he already put two and two together and know that his experiment worked, if he flees, he'll be able to turn loyal nazi soldier into super-minsters.
I think they will try to hold us off for him to escape or something.

Anyway, look for that doctor! I think the prisoners can handle themselves by now

rolled 53 = 53

>>17562722

RIP AND TEAR

>>17562755

That is a good point, that he may have escaped in the ensuing confusion caused by the riot and fighting.

I think right now we're just getting vengeance on everyone else who was complicit in our creation, and then we can put our abilities to the task of tracking down Von Braun.

rolled 15 = 15

>>17562799
We're securing the exit so he can't slip away easily. The admin building is probably where he's hiding, and that's next.

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/17554875/

Archived for great justice.

Vote it up.

rolled 91 = 91

clearing the compound is the best way to find the doctor, or find out he has already fled. that being said its probably not a good idea to get stuck in and lose sight of the gate.
have some prisoners hold back to make sure no one escapes.
going to have to look for escape hatches in the admin building after we take it.
we should keep up the push while we have the momentum

>>17562752
>>17562738
>>17562735

Rolled 140

When Oskar sees you approaching the bunker he orders his men to stop shooting. The Germans emerge from cover to return fire, but before a single bullet can be fired you impale them all with tentrils tipped with razor sharp bone coated in lethal venom.

You unleash a terrible roar of victory.

You can hear men shouting in celebration!

"He's done it! He's done it! The golem has taken the gate!"

Only the administration building remains. It is a simple masonry structure protected by four machine guns. The uprising in the west seems to be advancing on the structure, the Nazis within are fighting a losing battle.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

>>17562830
>admin building

I bet you as soon as shit started blowing up he went to his lab and started packing up his records and documents to high-tail it outta there, if he didn't just destroy it to prevent it from being discovered.

He might be holed up with the guards too, but if not, then we'll still have plenty of tools at our disposal to track him down.

rolled 5 = 5

>>17562856
Give them some terms for surrender.

Leave your weapons, come out with your hands on your head where we can see them, and line up.

We're not really for taking prisoners, so the ones that come out we'll just boot out the front gates and tell them to keep walking. If they attempt to attack us, then we will kill them, without hesitation.

rolled 24 = 24

>>17562856

Storm the building.

If we do happen to come across Von Braun, I want some answers out of him as to what exactly he did to us.

rolled 4 = 4

>>17562930
Or just leave it up to the other inmates what to do with them, we just need in the building to fine the Doctor.

rolled 10 = 10

surrender is obviously not an option. direct any remaining panzers to fire on the machine gunners while we close in. maybe make a battering ram arm?

Just storm the building. Glad to see this thread, NWM!

rolled 88 = 88

>>17563018

Yeah, that's a good idea, ask our little impromptu warband what they want to do.

>>17563087

Erm, rolling.

Do we have anything that belongs to the doctor? If so sniff it and try to track him using scent.

rolled 70 = 70

>>17563127

And maybe I should put this in the email box, and not the subject box.

rolled 94 = 94

>>17563082
>>17563087
>>17562948

Good, they're disheartened. It'll make our job of sweeping through the building easier.

rolled 80 = 80

Offer the remaining nazis the chance to surrender. If they don't take it, then...
Well, we should be creative.

>>17563114
>>17563087
>>17563153
>>17563229

You stand in in full view of the administration building. The bullets of their machine guns sting you like wasps, but you mask your pain. You can see the absolute terror in the eyes of the remaining Germans. You call to Oskar, him to rally the prisoners for a final charge. But before the order can be given, you hear a woman's voice over a megaphone. It is Masha.

"I sincerely hope that a few of you can speak Polish, as we have become tired of hearing your foul language."

The voice is coming from the western cell blocks.

"We have captured your armory, and the gate. If you think you can fight us off until reinforcements arrive, you are mistaken. If you do not surrender immediately, we will have our golem eat you. The battle has made him very hungry, and there is room in his stomach for all of you."

There is a pause in the gunfire, the first cease-fire since the beginning of the riot. After a tense pause, white bed sheets are unfurled from the windows of the armory. Nazi soldiers slowly exit the building in single file, their arms held high and their heads turned low in defeat.

The battle is won.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

bumpings

rolled 64 = 64

>>17563451

Well we have the camp, we don't have the doctor yet.

Have the other former prisoners do what they want with the now-captured Nazis, but we need some information from them on where Von Braun is.

rolled 50 = 50

>>17563489

Nyet. We must treat prisoners ethically, particularly now that we have promised it. Otherwise, what separates us from Von Braun.

They can give us the body of a monster, but they CANNOT MAKE US A MONSTER!

rolled 58 = 58

>>17563451

Approach the Nazis looking as menacing as possible, but allow them to surrender.

We need to interrogate them about Von Braun's whereabouts, and his science staff.

>>17563516
>>17563532

The remaining Nazis are forced into a line. The once proud Germans are forced to their knees at gunpoint by a grisly mob of gaunts. They cower at your approach, some of them begin to weep. There are thirty four prisoners total, all but eight of them are military personnel. You recognize some of them. You see a young man who you once saw beat a young girl almost to death, another shot a man in front of his own brother. The rest of them are probably guilty of equally horrendous crimes, and it takes you all of your strength to resist slaughtering them on the spot. But Masha promised them that they would be spared, and you are a man of honor.

The eight non-combatants include: five scientists you recognize from the infirmary the warden; Otto Vanderfaust, the assistant warden, Warner Rimmer; and two young men in crisp Nazi uniforms.

You tower above the Nazis, and they all turn their gaze downward. All except the Warden, he alone stares at you in rage and disbelief. He has given up the camp, but his dignity is still intact.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 17 = 17

>>17563692

Ask them; WHERE IS VON BRAUN?

Also ask the scientists where all the data on Von Braun's sick experiments has gone, it must be destroyed. Finally, we should consume the scientests. The knowledge to create you is too dangerous for humankind, let alone the Nazis.

We must be Humanity's Golem, not just protecting the Jews.

rolled 49 = 49

>>17563692

Have any wounded prisoners tended to, but give caution to security (In addition, have the militants secure the perimeter for the time being, and plan to leave soon).

Question the remaining prisoners about everything that has transpired, and as to Von Braun's whereabouts.

>>17563962
>>17563741

Oskar sees to it that the gate is secured and that the camp is searched for any remaining Nazis. Wounded prisoners are gathered and sent to the cell blocks for treatment. Masha emerges from the cell blocks, her right arm heavily bandaged, clutching a luger in her left hand.

You grab the warden and pull him off the ground so that you can speak to him face to face. He remains as composed as one could be while being held aloft by an inhuman monstrosity, but his eyes betray the terror behind his cool composure. You bring him in close so he can get a good look at your teeth.

"Where is Von Braun?" You ask him in a bone crushing growl.

Vanderfaust looks you deep in the eyes. You can snap his neck like a toothpick at any moment and he speaks to you as if you were still the prisoner.

"Von Braun is waiting for you in my office. It is up the stairs, the first door on the right." He says in unwavering Polish.

Roll 1d100 for your first course of action.

rolled 96 = 96

>>17564019

Is there any evidence that he's lying? Either way, enter his office in the most counterintuitive way possible (preferably through somewhere that could not be used as an entrance by a typical person.

rolled 42 = 42

>>17564142
like the floor.

rolled 58 = 58

>>17564335

Fuck. Yes. I change my vote (the 96) to account for this.

rolled 75 = 75

>>17564019

I'm guessing that this thread is dead, at this point. Archiving.

>>17564362
>>17564335
>>17564142

You drop the warden and head toward the administration building. You rearrange your mass to fit through the front door and enter. The stairs are right in front of you, but fearing a trap you bypass them and occupy an empty office on the right hand side.

You punch a hole through the ceiling into the office above. Curiously, you hear a ballad by Tchaikovsky pouring through the hole. You cautiously extend an eyeballed tendril into the room above.

It is the warden's office for sure. The desk was overturned during the battle and a machine gun is propped against the window. The file cabinets are perforated with bullet holes and a dead German lies slumped over an overturned chair.

The source of the music is a two-way radio in the corner of the room.

You pull the rest of your bulk into the warden's office and pick up the radio's earpiece and speak into the mic.

"Is anyone there?"

The music is switched off, and after a short pause a man's voice comes over the radio. Polish, with a German accent. Cold and deliberate.

"17509751? Am I speaking to you?"

It's Dr. Von Braun.

"My name is Proteus." You reply.

You hear him laugh. You've never heard him laugh before. It's an ugly sound.

"Well, 'Proteus', you should be ashamed of what you've done. You destroyed my lab before I could make more supermen like you. A good deal of my research was lost in the fire, you know."

"Too bad you did not suffer the same fate."

"Too bad, indeed. But not all of my work perished in the fire. And I have an exceptional memory. In good time, I shall have more brothers and sisters for you to play with. Respectable siblings, with loyalties to the Reich."

"When your superiors realize that your 'experiment' escaped and killed dozens of your countrymen, you'll be lucky if you're executed before I get to you."

>>17565058


"Perhaps, but you would be amazed how much people will forgive to have power like you possess. I'm sure amnesty will not be a problem for me. You, on the other hand, I'm not so sure my people will be so quick to forgive you."

"You will pay dearly for what you have done."

"This conversation bores me, I will leave now. My interest in you lies only within your flesh. I will reclaim what belongs to me."

The radio goes dead.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 62 = 62

>>17565067

Get back to the freedom fighters. Tell them that it's probably a good idea to evacuate, but not before gathering a decent amount of supplies.
If evacuation is impossible due to an overload of unfit former prisoners, discuss what to do next.

In the meantime, practice augmenting our cochlear/ocular abilities to see what we can do.

rolled 46 = 46

>>17565067
all bets are off now

scream in anger to put the fear of god into them. interrogate the new germans in the crisp uniforms. they were probably there to see you go through your transformation and your capabilities

I kinda want to show that bitch up that assumes we are Property.

We aren't a golem, we aren't the "Protector of the Jews" we are just a man. She and her people have no claim to us.

>>17565213

You exit the administration building in a rage. Masha and Oskar are waiting for you at the entrace.

"Golem-"

"Please, call me Proteus," you reply.

"Proteus, we must decide what to do next. Reinforcements are sure to be on their way, and we are in no shape to repel a German assault."

"How many of us are there?"

"About ten to twelve thousand," Oskar chimes in, "All starved and about a third of us need medical attention. We'll be lucky if more than a fifteen-hundred of us can hold a weapon straight."

"We must get away from this place," Masha speaks, "The Germans will destroy what they cannot possess. They will come with their tanks and their bombers, we cannot defend against that."

Oskar laughs a humorless laugh, "We either die defending this place, or the Germans run us down like dogs. If we try marching, we'd leave a behind a trail of corpses for the Nazis to follow."

Masha spits at Oskar's feet, "Then what do you suggest we do, old man? Just turn ourselves over?"

Oskar eyes flare with anger and looks as if he is about to yell, but instead he stokes his beard in thought. He casts an eye in your direction.

"We stand at the gates of hell. Let the demon decide."

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 93 = 93

>>17565713

10 to 12 THOUSAND? Holy shit that's a lot of people. Like small city sized. There's no way that we're going to be capable of taking care of that many people, much less get them to safety.

But we need to explain to them that we have another mission and can't protect everyone along the way, so this is where we part ways. They seem capable, leave command up to Oskar and Masha and tell them to hide out as best they can. We're going to be headed into enemy territory.

rolled 99 = 99

>>17565713

See how quickly and how efficiently a de facto Infantry Regiment can be created.

rolled 64 = 64

>>17565834

Oskar said that a lot of them are weak and need medical attention. We can get some fighters out of it but right now I think we need to focus on getting people organized to help take care of the sick and frail.

>>17565834
>>17565796

You think for a while. When you have made your decision you turn to Oskar and Masha.

"Dr. Von Braun must be stopped at all costs. I do not know which way he went or where he is running to, but if he isn't killed, the freedom we have won today will mean nothing.

"I cannot possibly protect ten thousand people. But I can buy you time. The German reinforcements are almost certainly coming from Czoska in the east. I will take a group of men with me and meet ambush them before they reach this place. Perhaps it will be enough to let you escape.

"Ask around the camp to see if anyone will join me. Make sure they know that their survival is not guaranteed."

Oskar grins, "Count me in. I'll see if anyone else is mad enough to follow you."

"I'm leaving in an hour, with or without you."

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 67 = 67

if there are any corpses nearby, absorb them. if not, repair any wounds and see if we can get an echolocation radar or something

rolled 29 = 29

>>17566053

We're going to need guns.

Lots of guns.

And use the downtime to focus on some more mutations. I'm thinking enhancing our sensory abilities or regeneration.

rolled 76 = 76

>>17566053

Wouldn't we work faster on our own? Taking on a fortified bunker head-on is one thing, but we could hide amongst the terrain and attack with bony whips, acid sacs and other horrifying things.

If we could augment our physical abilities to make us better at standard combat, we could also do things like snipe a whole bunch of officers, etc.

rolled 93 = 93

>>17566153

There's only so much we can do on our own.

Remember when we nearly got blown up and had to spend time regenerating while Oskar and everyone covered for us? If there's other people who want to fight with us, I say let them come.

rolled 81 = 81

>>17566053
Since we have an hour, now is a good time to experiment. See if we can extrude an autonomous creature.

>>17566107
>>17566099

You take advantage of the momentary peace and turn your attention to your own body. First, to the terror of the German Prisoners, you grab the bodies of five of their deceased comrades and gruesomely add their mass to your own. You feel a bit sluggish while their flesh becomes your own.

While you are digesting, you begin to alter your sensory organs. Sight, hearing, smell, reflexes, all need to be improved if you are to survive the battle ahead.

Roll 1d100

The sum of the first 3 rolls dictates the effectiveness of the mutation.

rolled 83 = 83

>>17566306

Dammit we used up all the good rolls earlier in the thread.

at least our life isn't on the line with this one.

rolled 63 = 63

>>17566306

Bueno

rolled 5 = 5

>>17566306

Rolling

rolled 31 = 31

>>17566306

rolled 23 = 23

>>17566306

C'mon dice gods!

>>17566353

Never roll again.

>>17566322
>>17566346
>>17566353

Just barely over 150, not bad.

>>17566368

Hey, like the guy above me said, at least we didn't roll that in combat today.

>>17566353
>>17566346
>>17566322

Rolled 151

The sights, sounds and smells of the camp assault your newly augmented senses. You can pick out a fly landing on the nose of a German corpse two hundred yards away. You can smell sausage on the breath of your Nazi captives. You can even feel the heartbeats of the prisoners near to yo, and the ticks crawling across their skin have become as obvious as the noses on their faces.

Augmenting your senses went by faster than you anticipated. You have time for another new mutation.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 36 = 36

>>17566448

Wings

rolled 46 = 46

>>17566448

Up our ability to camouflage ourselves or copy appearances, so we can do it faster and more easily.

rolled 51 = 51

>>17566448

Mutate digging claws.

rolled 99 = 99

>>17566487

Oh hell yes, seconding this.

Let's get some aerial movement up in here.

>>17566505
>>17566487


HUGE ASS BATWINGS IT IS

MAKE IT HAPPEN, OP

>>17566505

AA will be a bitch considering our size.

In our "real" form, Not-golem / Not-disguise.

I imagine that we are gunna look something akin to pic related.


Because WHY THE FUCK NOT? Also I really like the idea of not having a true face anymore.

rolled 51 = 51

>>17566554

I don't think we even remember (or much care) what our face was before this.

rolled 49 = 49

>>17566545

we only were that giant-ass juggernaut for a bit, I believe we shrunk back down to regular-human sized after wrecking up the barracks.

We can change our appearance at whim, right?

So the wings don't even have to be permanent, they can just be something that we whip out when needed, and absorb back in when we're done.

>>17566515
>>17566505
>>17566487

Your next mutation will be a bit more complicated. You start by strengthening your muscles and hollowing out your bones. Next you begin to elongate your arms and extend a sturdy membrane between your digits.

Roll 1d100 for the effectiveness of this new mutation.

>>17566748

Also, you are still in golem form, which is why you were so immune to machine gun fire. You lost some mass in the fight, but you are still a sixteen foot behemoth. (Also, you just ingested the corpses of five more Germans)

rolled 41 = 41

>>17566867
Rollan'

rolled 91 = 91

>>17566867

Rollan

>>17566920

Our glorious wings...gone by a single post...

rolled 99 = 99

>>17566867

rolled 66 = 66

>>17566867

First three die total is over 200.

Please god give us amazing wings.

>>17566930
>>17566920
>>17566907

Rolled 231

A pair of mighty wings emerge from your back. They are strong and durable, but in order to fly you must greatly reduce your weight. (you currently weigh about 3000 pounds, you must lose about a third of that to fly, and lose about 500 more to fly gracefully).

In your flight form, your bones are hollow and brittle and you cannot armor yourself too heavily or you will plummet from the sky.

"Very impressive."

Oskar tugs curiously at one of your wings.

"I have gathered seventy-seven men, myself included who have grown tired of living and wish to join you. We have all the weapons we need from the armory, you need only tell us when to march."

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 18 = 18

>>17566867
>16 foot tall golem

Damn we need to shrink down a bit, we'll attract way too much attention to ourselves marching through the countryside like that. If we want to track down Von Braun, we need to be a bit better at stealth and focus less on the smashing things.

rolled 74 = 74

>>17567030

We need a way to shed that weight, not just so we can fly, but also just to be able to pass as human.

rolled 92 = 92

>>17567030

Assume the form of

>>17566554

Ask if any of the volunteers would mind dragging a cart with dead germans in it so that we may feast, to do battle against our enemies while we scout ahead in the air.

rolled 6 = 6

>>17567030
>fuck you I'm a dragon

rolled 74 = 74

>>17567100

Awww yer, Nightgaunt mode is GO.

Additional Information:

It is about 4:00 pm

The sun will set around 6:00

The nearest town is Czoska, about eleven miles to the east. German reinforcements will likely come from this direction.

The route to Czoska is a long, country road that passes through a forest not far from the camp, a train track runs alongside the road.

rolled 99 = 99

>>17567100

Backing this up, if we need to explain away the sudden decrease in mass, force our Metabolism to go retard fast until we are ready for it to stop.

>>17567148

I'm sorry but I just HAVE to say it.

>Gotta go Fats

>>17567088
>>17567100
>>17567128

You become very still. To the alarm of the prisoners, the golem becomes rigid and then becomes a chitinous statue, which suddenly starts to crumble. When the cocoon of superfluous bone and muscle falls away, you emerge.

You are considerably smaller than you were before, standing just about seven feet tall and weighing about 500 pounds. Your thick, bony armor is no more, but a pair of batlike wings extend several feet from your body. Your eyes are wide, like a bird of prey's and your hands and feet end in razor sharp talons.

You turn to Oskar.

"I will scout the road ahead, take your men and follow behind me. Try to stay out of sight."

You speak to Masha next, "Travel north and hide yourself in the woods. Do whatever you can to survive. There is a Polish resistance against the Germans, contact them and they will help you."

>>17567361

You beat your mighty wings and take to the sky. The camp grows smaller with each flap of your wings. You turn your gaze eastward and scan the horizon, and your heart skips a beat. Miles away, you can see dust coming off the road, and with your augmented eyes you can make out a convoy of German vehicles, spearheaded by no fewer than four Panzer tanks and two tiger tanks. There are eight transport trucks, no doubt filled with Nazi soldiers.

Fortunately they are still miles away, but the gap is closing. You will have to hurry if you want to stall them long enough to make escape possible for Masha and the other prisoners.

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 7 = 7

>>17567476

Toxin bomb those assholes. Keep moving, just, keep bombarding them with poisonous gas.

rolled 71 = 71

>>17567501

Seconding this.

rolled 78 = 78

>>17567476
try to find a way to fuse our quills and the panzershreck like we tried berfore, but not fail this time. flying around for rear armor shots all day err day.
also, go back down to ground to tell oskar enemy contigent size.

rolled 52 = 52

plan of attack
>setup an ambush to hit reinforcements before they arrive at the camp
>fall back and set up another ambush
>have people man the camp defences as bait
>when germans charge in, flank from both sides

A winged demon firing panzershrecks into rear armor will seriously mess with moral.

rolled 97 = 97

>>17567476
land, give oskar the lowdown gather some grenades (mutate a means of holding them in the ribcage) circle up and fly up paralell to the road and off by 20meters then swerve over the road and drop grenades

I figure a few cases of grenades later and the Germans will think hard about what their doing

a panzerscheck into the lead vehicle will force them off-road and slow them up.

those are some strategies I have thought of

rolled 11 = 11

>>17567501
and if we cannot bomb them perhaps crop dusting them in toxin will be effective.

>>17568002
>>17567957

You dive back down to the camp and call out the old man.

"Oskar, there's a Nazi convoy headed our way. Four Panzer tanks and two tigers, accompanying eight transport trucks! Set up an ambush five hundred yards to the east. Conceal yourselves as best you can. You'll need to leave a few men here as bait. When the first tank runs into our landmines, shoot get them from the sides with rockets and grenades."

Oskar has his men throw you two panzershrecks and as may rockets as you can carry (ten rounds which you store in your body). He yells up to you:

"We'll need some time to set up a perimeter, give them some trouble why don't you?"

You take to the sky again and head eastward to meet your enemies. You can hear Oskar yelling after you as you fly away.

"Try not to get hit, I don't think live rockets mix with bullets very well."

Roll 1d100 for your next course of action.

rolled 96 = 96

>>17568265

We can adjust our coloration to make it harder to see us, and use our aerial mobility to just keep on the move as we fire off rockets. It's getting darker, and while we can see find with out enhanced senses, the soldiers likely can't and won't be able to track us easily if we just fire then move.

rolled 45 = 45

>>17568265
circle around behind them as low as we can fly.

come up behind them slow and take our time with our first shot.

then swoop away sideways (west)

then come 'out of the sun' at them for the second round.

lets see what goes...

rolled 45 = 45

>>17568407
>out of the sun

While that would look awesome, it also makes us a really obvious target.

rolled 17 = 17

>>17568444
obvious and still hard to see

>>17568265
>query: is there any cloud-cover?

>>17568407
>>17568351

You fly low to the ground, out of sight of the oncoming German convoy. You decide to make a wide berth around the convoy and attack them from the rear. As you race around them, you slide two rockets into the panzershrecks.

The convoy is aligned as follows: The panzers lead the charge, while the tigers guard the rear. The transport trucks are protected in the center. They are unaware of your approach and will not be expecting an aerial attack, let alone from the rear.

Roll 1d100 to choose your target(s)

First roll chooses the target(s) and the sum of the first three rolls determines your success.

>>17568478

Sorry, no cloud cover.

rolled 9 = 9

>>17568662
go for the transports slow the assault to infantry march

ROLLIN

rolled 60 = 60

>>17568662

Transport trucks, clearly. The panzers won't last long until sustained rocket fire and the trucks will block the road and prevent the tigers from advancing.

rolled 29 = 29

rolling again to bump the thread

>>17568990
Sorry mono, I appreciate the bump, but I cannot accept two rolls from the same guy.

Fortunately for the rest of y'all, maybe you can do better than a 29.

rolled 83 = 83

>>17568662

>>17568700
>>17568775
>>17569123

Rolled 152

You attack from the rear of the German formation. You let a rocket fly, and it finds its mark. A German transport truck goes up in smoke, showering the rest of the convoy in shrapnel and the bits and pieces of their comrades. Before they can retaliate you vanish into the sun and ready another attack.

Roll 1d100

The sum of the first 3 rolls will determine the effectiveness of your attack. Be aware that they are looking for you now, expect armed resistance.

>>17569187
Also, there are seven trucks, and six tanks left in the convoy.

You have 9 rockets left.

rolled 31 = 31

>>17569187

The time really flies by when I make one of these threads, but I'm gonna take advantage of the low traffic to call it a night (apologies: I seem to have a bad habit of leaving you guys on killer cliffhangers).

Thanks for participating and keeping this thread alive while 4chan was on the fritz. Also, I tip my hat to whoever is archiving these threads.

That's it for now, and fear not, me droogs. The carnage will continue in another thread.

rolled 22 = 22

>>17569803
goodnight then