Industrial Era

>>4533961
>Colonial era

>>4533961
>The Dark Ages. These are the ill-recorded days of the Early Middle Ages, when life for those of Europe was nasty, brutish and short, and man’s days were plagued by fears of supernatural beings and dark spirits. A flourishing culture in Central America builds pyramids to cruel and blood-hungry gods, and a mad Arab writes about things that should better be unknown…
This was during the plague, no?

>>4533987
The Black Plague was in the 14th century. That was the Late Middle Ages.

>>4533987

>>4534005
What this guy said.

If you want a rough timescale, it's basically something like:

Dark Ages = 500s –900s AD
Middle Ages = 1100s –1300s AD
Colonial Era = 1600s –1700s AD
Industrial Era = 1800s AD

And yes I'm aware that the idea of the Dark Ages is a historical misconception, but this is a universe where Antarctica was colonised a billion years ago by aliens who flew on wings through space, and completely different species are able to produce healthy (if monstrous) offspring with each other. This is Lovecraft's world, and things are going to be pulpy.

>>4533961
>The Colonial Era. As the superstitious beliefs of old begin to fade, traders and explorers travel across the world, bringing back tales (and sometimes substantially more) of cults, beings and artefacts as wondrous as they are awful. In the New World, a multitude of settlers, colonies and families begin to take root. Some will have a future of prosperities, whilst others shall meet a fate of degeneration and debasement…

>>4533961
>The Colonial Era. As the superstitious beliefs of old begin to fade, traders and explorers travel across the world, bringing back tales (and sometimes substantially more) of cults, beings and artefacts as wondrous as they are awful. In the New World, a multitude of settlers, colonies and families begin to take root. Some will have a future of prosperities, whilst others shall meet a fate of degeneration and debasement…

>>4533961
>The Dark Ages. These are the ill-recorded days of the Early Middle Ages, when life for those of Europe was nasty, brutish and short, and man’s days were plagued by fears of supernatural beings and dark spirits. A flourishing culture in Central America builds pyramids to cruel and blood-hungry gods, and a mad Arab writes about things that should better be unknown…
Any time is good though.

>>4533961
>The Middle Ages. In Europe, disorganised fear and ignorance has been replaced by organised fear and ignorance, whilst the enlightened empires of the far east fall into decadence and decline. In England, dark rumours circulate of the cannibalistic scions of the House De La Poer, and word of the terrible Necronomicon abound in secret and forbidden circles...

>>4533961
>The Colonial Era.

>>4533961
>In none of these times did this dynasty arise. Their origins are of a more specific, or perhaps more obscure route. But the question remains: what are they?
In an age forgotten by history.

How much time for the voting OP ?

>>4534071

No specific time-limit, but the post to pass as it were is three votes for any one option. Been distracted with other stuff for a bit, but working on the next part now.

>>4534074
ok, remember to create a post counting the votes just to close things and say you're writing

>>4533961
>The Middle Ages. In Europe, disorganised fear and ignorance has been replaced by organised fear and ignorance, whilst the enlightened empires of the far east fall into decadence and decline. In England, dark rumours circulate of the cannibalistic scions of the House De La Poer, and word of the terrible Necronomicon abound in secret and forbidden circles...

>>4534077

Good thought now that you mention it. Keeps track of things.

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>>4534079

An Age Forgotten by History - 1
Industrial Era - 1
Dark Ages - 2
Middle Ages - 2
Colonial Era - 4

As said above, writing now.

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It was in the Colonial Era that this terrible line, like so many others, first came into being. This was the era when traders and explorers ventured to the dark corners of the Earth, where the American coast is being settled and colonised for the first time, where enlightenment begins to dawn yet ignorance and superstition remains rife in many lands. It is a halfway point between the old and the new, and in these times, it seems that anything can happen.

Still, though a lineage may be somehow strange and accursed, it was never always so. Somewhere, somehow, it had to begin. What was it that set this family upon the path to darkness?

>A secret and unholy marriage was made with something that was not human. From that day forth, their descendants were no longer entirely people, but sullied with something else, and whether or not they know this, that ancestry shall leave its mark on every one of them.

>Their founder conducted profane rituals and made prayers to certain entities, doing terrible deeds in exchange for gifts. And one way or another, that gift, that reward, would remain in their lineage. Yet nothing comes without a price, and forevermore they must remain somehow inhuman, for inhuman were the things that led to their power.

>There was no unholy marriage, no awful ritual that led to the tainting of this line. Rather, it arose somehow out of its own accord, appearing within its founder, and carrying on in the blood. They may have nothing inuman tainting them, at first anyhow. But with time, and their own deeds, they could grow more hideous and terrible than any could have anticipated. The Martenses were human once…

>It was something else that caused their bloodline to be tainted and accursed, something that wasn’t marriage, ritual, or an awful coincidence of its own accord. But what, then, was it? [WRITE IN]

>>4534109
>There was no unholy marriage, no awful ritual that led to the tainting of this line. Rather, it arose somehow out of its own accord, appearing within its founder, and carrying on in the blood.

>>4534109
>There was no unholy marriage, no awful ritual that led to the tainting of this line. Rather, it arose somehow out of its own accord, appearing within its founder, and carrying on in the blood. They may have nothing inuman tainting them, at first anyhow. But with time, and their own deeds, they could grow more hideous and terrible than any could have anticipated. The Martenses were human once…

>>4534109
>It was something else that caused their bloodline to be tainted and accursed, something that wasn’t marriage, ritual, or an awful coincidence of its own accord. But what, then, was it? [WRITE IN]
The founder of the family was a graverobber who stole from an Injun burial ground, disregarding the natives' warnings of retribution from the spirits.
The being that cursed his bloodline was no spirit of the land, but a horror more foreign. The relic he stole was a sacred treasure belonging to an otherworldly being, and its theft invited divine wrath.

>>4534109
>A secret and unholy marriage was made with something that was not human. From that day forth, their descendants were no longer entirely people, but sullied with something else, and whether or not they know this, that ancestry shall leave its mark on every one of them.

>>4534131
supporting this, cause it makes me think Yig cursed us, and I love the curse of yig story

>>4534109
>>There was no unholy marriage, no awful ritual that led to the tainting of this line. Rather, it arose somehow out of its own accord, appearing within its founder, and carrying on in the blood. They may have nothing inuman tainting them, at first anyhow. But with time, and their own deeds, they could grow more hideous and terrible than any could have anticipated. The Martenses were human once…

seems we got a winner

>>4534126
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>>4534165

Unholy Marriage - 1
Curse from the Grave - 2
Its own Accord - 3

Now writing.

This line began, by all accounts, with a man of normal stock and heritage, of normal upbringing, abnormal only in himself. From the very earliest point of his childhood, it manifested itself in him, and would only grow all the more clear as he reached maturity, the prototype for all that was to come. But as it is known, men were not always men, and mankind will not always be mankind. He and his lineage may begin normal, but with time, who knows where they shall go?

Of the abnormalities of he and the line of which he was the progenitor, what was the primary one that worked to his advantage?

>Though he reached adulthood in normal time, from there he would remain remarkably youthful and slow aging. Even by his fiftieth year, he looked closer to his thirties, and providing no wounds or accidents to cut his life short, would seem set to easily live into his 100s. Death would still come, but it would take its time.

>He was a remarkably large individual, seven feet tall at least, and correspondingly broad. In strength and resilience he seemed like a latter day Hercules, a demigod amongst mortals. He wasn’t invulnerable or undefeatable, but certainly seemed disturbingly moreso than even his size and broadness would suggest.

>His creative mind seemed somehow strangely attuned to the more immaterial things beyond human perception. His dreams and nightmares were filled with visions of the world beyond, and in his waking hours he was filled with a spark of inspiration and creativity to rival any artist or writer out there. And whether or not one believes in such eldritch things, his works certainly seemed to have an aura to them beyond any normal type of art…

>He was a genius, his intelligence and perception of a kind nigh unheard of. His was a mind that could catalogue vast amounts of information, make deductions and discoveries based on the merest of evidences. Whatever field he went into, philosophy, invention or otherwise, he could revolutionise. The most merciful thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to correlate its contents. But it was a mercy from which he was almost exempt…

>He was one of the rare few with a talent for the mystical arts beyond human perception or understanding. For most, these talents would take years to study and cultivate, but for he they would be there since childhood. Then again, there is a reason why any sane individual abhors these arts. They had the potential to bring him great power yes – but great costs as well, if mishandled…

>It was none of these abnormalities that worked to his and his descendants’ advantage, but something rather different. What though? [WRITE IN]

Yet all the same though, there was something wrong with him, a fault in him that would reappear again and again throughout the lineage. What was it?

>There was simply something ever so subtle… off about his appearance, a repellent uncanniness to his cast which few could properly explain, but which all could agree existed. He gave the impression of deformity without any real malformation. Simply looking at him made one shiver slightly, and whatever his actual manner may have been, to interact with him felt unpleasant indeed.

>He was a man of cruel, sadistic, practically barbaric thoughts and ideas. Empathy with his fellow man or beast meant little, whilst their suffering and pain gave immense satisfaction. He could hide it, give the impression of normality, but one way or another, those thoughts and urges would be dealt with. In the deep vaults of Exham Priory, it was not swine that the De La Poers butchered and ate…

>Something about him simply seemed to draw the attention of the strange things that lie beyond the realm of our understanding. Visions of things that could not be out of the corner of his eye, footsteps about his house unlike those of any known creature, and wherever he went, whatever ventures he embarked upon, one way or another he would come across the unknown, the alien, the eldritch. The lives of his lineage would be forever touched by that which lies beyond the veil.

>Though as a young man he was sane and reasonable enough in mind, the more his life progressed, the more unstable he became. What had been habits would become compulsions. Minor flaws, tics, the various aspects of his personality, became accentuated, exaggerated, eventually all-consuming. Eventually, he would be doomed to madness. But worse than anything else was that even in the deepest pits of insanity, he would still remain the very same man he had started off as.

>As an individual, there was nothing particularly wrong or accursed about him at all. That was to come later. For with every passing generation, his descendants would grow degenerate and twisted, in body and mind. This would not be a possibility, but an inevitability, and one immediately noticeable with every passing heir and aeon. One way or another, they face a future of either monstrousness, or merciful annihilation.

>The curse that would pervade through his and his descendants’ blood was something quite particular and different indeed. What? [WRITE IN]

>>4534271
>Though he reached adulthood in normal time, from there he would remain remarkably youthful and slow aging. Even by his fiftieth year, he looked closer to his thirties, and providing no wounds or accidents to cut his life short, would seem set to easily live into his 100s. Death would still come, but it would take its time.
>>4534272
>He was a man of cruel, sadistic, practically barbaric thoughts and ideas. Empathy with his fellow man or beast meant little, whilst their suffering and pain gave immense satisfaction. He could hide it, give the impression of normality, but one way or another, those thoughts and urges would be dealt with. In the deep vaults of Exham Priory, it was not swine that the De La Poers butchered and ate…

>>4534271
>He was a genius, his intelligence and perception of a kind nigh unheard of. His was a mind that could catalogue vast amounts of information, make deductions and discoveries based on the merest of evidences. Whatever field he went into, philosophy, invention or otherwise, he could revolutionise. The most merciful thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to correlate its contents. But it was a mercy from which he was almost exempt…

>He was a man of cruel, sadistic, practically barbaric thoughts and ideas. Empathy with his fellow man or beast meant little, whilst their suffering and pain gave immense satisfaction. He could hide it, give the impression of normality, but one way or another, those thoughts and urges would be dealt with. In the deep vaults of Exham Priory, it was not swine that the De La Poers butchered and ate…
A man with the intellect to gain the capital to afford his urges and hide them

>>4534271
>>4534272
>He was one of the rare few with a talent for the mystical arts beyond human perception or understanding. For most, these talents would take years to study and cultivate, but for he they would be there since childhood. Then again, there is a reason why any sane individual abhors these arts. They had the potential to bring him great power yes – but great costs as well, if mishandled…
>As an individual, there was nothing particularly wrong or accursed about him at all. That was to come later. For with every passing generation, his descendants would grow degenerate and twisted, in body and mind. This would not be a possibility, but an inevitability, and one immediately noticeable with every passing heir and aeon. One way or another, they face a future of either monstrousness, or merciful annihilation.
Let's be a brood of swamp witches and their mutant spawn.

>>4534271

>He was a remarkably large individual, seven feet tall at least, and correspondingly broad. In strength and resilience he seemed like a latter day Hercules, a demigod amongst mortals. He wasn’t invulnerable or undefeatable, but certainly seemed disturbingly moreso than even his size and broadness would suggest.

>He was a man of cruel, sadistic, practically barbaric thoughts and ideas. Empathy with his fellow man or beast meant little, whilst their suffering and pain gave immense satisfaction. He could hide it, give the impression of normality, but one way or another, those thoughts and urges would be dealt with. In the deep vaults of Exham Priory, it was not swine that the De La Poers butchered and ate…

Ogre line go!

at least we reached a consensus on sadism kek

>>4534271
>>Though he reached adulthood in normal time, from there he would remain remarkably youthful and slow aging. Even by his fiftieth year, he looked closer to his thirties, and providing no wounds or accidents to cut his life short, would seem set to easily live into his 100s. Death would still come, but it would take its time.
>Something about him simply seemed to draw the attention of the strange things that lie beyond the realm of our understanding. Visions of things that could not be out of the corner of his eye, footsteps about his house unlike those of any known creature, and wherever he went, whatever ventures he embarked upon, one way or another he would come across the unknown, the alien, the eldritch. The lives of his lineage would be forever touched by that which lies beyond the veil.

>>4534271
>Something about him simply seemed to draw the attention of the strange things that lie beyond the realm of our understanding. Visions of things that could not be out of the corner of his eye, footsteps about his house unlike those of any known creature, and wherever he went, whatever ventures he embarked upon, one way or another he would come across the unknown, the alien, the eldritch. The lives of his lineage would be forever touched by that which lies beyond the veil.
>>4534272
>Something about him simply seemed to draw the attention of the strange things that lie beyond the realm of our understanding. Visions of things that could not be out of the corner of his eye, footsteps about his house unlike those of any known creature, and wherever he went, whatever ventures he embarked upon, one way or another he would come across the unknown, the alien, the eldritch. The lives of his lineage would be forever touched by that which lies beyond the veil.

>>4534328
I think you voted twice for our malus, chose the boon as well

>>4534328
oops

for the boon,
>His creative mind seemed somehow strangely attuned to the more immaterial things beyond human perception. His dreams and nightmares were filled with visions of the world beyond, and in his waking hours he was filled with a spark of inspiration and creativity to rival any artist or writer out there. And whether or not one believes in such eldritch things, his works certainly seemed to have an aura to them beyond any normal type of art…

>>4534272
>>He was a genius, his intelligence and perception of a kind nigh unheard of. His was a mind that could catalogue vast amounts of information, make deductions and discoveries based on the merest of evidences. Whatever field he went into, philosophy, invention or otherwise, he could revolutionise. The most merciful thing in the world is the inability of the human mind to correlate its contents. But it was a mercy from which he was almost exempt…
>>He was a man of cruel, sadistic, practically barbaric thoughts and ideas. Empathy with his fellow man or beast meant little, whilst their suffering and pain gave immense satisfaction. He could hide it, give the impression of normality, but one way or another, those thoughts and urges would be dealt with. In the deep vaults of Exham Priory, it was not swine that the De La Poers butchered and ate…

>>4534285
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>>4534335
>>4534336

Boons so far:

Magician - 1
Giant - 1
Inspired - 1
Longevity - 2
Genius - 2

Maluses:

Generational Degeneration - 1
Eldritch Attention - 2
Sadistic - 4

Sadism is figured out, but we still need a winner for our boon.

>>4534350
I choose genius then.

>>4534350
Inspired

>>4534366

Genius it is! Now working on the next update.

(This is the last starting choice before the game proper begins)

Really, the man was a genius. There are intellects that only come about once a century, so rarely attuned are they. Even rarer are the ones who come about once a millennium, the type on a level which puts those around them to shame. But his was greater still, his memory like a vast library, his mind a web capable of putting together ideas, connections, deductions that few could even comprehend. A blessing, perhaps, that he was born into an age where a mind like that could best be put to use.

Of course, intelligence, does not mean normality. He wasn’t sick in body, but somewhere in his head, something had gone deeply wrong. His intelligence was great enough to hide it, but in private, it was impossible to deny the terrible, sadistic urges that so often came to him. It was simply the way he thought, taking pleasure and glee in the pain and suffering of others, little more.

Such was his person, and such, at least to some extent, would be the character of all the descendants of his accursed lineage: blessed with towering intellects, yet with towering cruelty to match. By the time he came into adulthood, all this was quite clear enough. But in what circumstances did he live then?

>He was born to quite humble origins, part of a homesteading family deep in unsettled land, surrounded only by the wilds and the native tribes inhabiting this place. An upbringing like this didn’t lend itself to any great degree of education or understanding of the greater universe, but it did allow him to grow attuned to the world around him, aware of his surroundings, and capable of surviving even in harsh and dangerous conditions.

>He was born to a middling family in a New England town. Comfortable, but not wealthy, they were able to furnish him a fair education (albeit one mainly in business), and if nothing else, at least a reasonably stable and secure future. This small business in hand ensures an at least reasonable quality of life. But this is the land of opportunity after all, and there’s a potential for much, much more than that…

>He was born into the declining nobility of England itself. His seat is minor, the wealth and influence of his family far gone from their glory days, such that most are all too easily able to forget about them entirely. Yet under him, they have a chance to start anew, and for all that it may have fallen into decay, he still has an estate to base his operations from and a title to employ as influence.

>His circumstances were none of these, but something else entirely, be it a different place, a different class, a different origin. What was it? [WRITE IN]

>>4534507
>He was born to a middling family in a New England town. Comfortable, but not wealthy, they were able to furnish him a fair education (albeit one mainly in business), and if nothing else, at least a reasonably stable and secure future. This small business in hand ensures an at least reasonable quality of life. But this is the land of opportunity after all, and there’s a potential for much, much more than that…
I'd go for the noble, but a sadistic one is kinda cliche

>>4534507
>He was born into the declining nobility of England itself. His seat is minor, the wealth and influence of his family far gone from their glory days, such that most are all too easily able to forget about them entirely. Yet under him, they have a chance to start anew, and for all that it may have fallen into decay, he still has an estate to base his operations from and a title to employ as influence

>He was born to a middling family in a New England town. Comfortable, but not wealthy, they were able to furnish him a fair education (albeit one mainly in business), and if nothing else, at least a reasonably stable and secure future. This small business in hand ensures an at least reasonable quality of life. But this is the land of opportunity after all, and there’s a potential for much, much more than that…

>>4534507

>He was born to quite humble origins, part of a homesteading family deep in unsettled land, surrounded only by the wilds and the native tribes inhabiting this place. An upbringing like this didn’t lend itself to any great degree of education or understanding of the greater universe, but it did allow him to grow attuned to the world around him, aware of his surroundings, and capable of surviving even in harsh and dangerous conditions.

though I want the new England family over the minor nobility

>>4534507
>He was born to a middling family in a New England town. Comfortable, but not wealthy, they were able to furnish him a fair education (albeit one mainly in business), and if nothing else, at least a reasonably stable and secure future. This small business in hand ensures an at least reasonable quality of life. But this is the land of opportunity after all, and there’s a potential for much, much more than that…

>>4534513
>>4534518
>>4534520
>>4534557
>>4534593

Homesteaders - 1
Declining Nobility - 1
Middling Family - 3

And we're sorted! Now onto the game proper.

>>4534507
>He was born to a middling family in a New England town. Comfortable, but not wealthy, they were able to furnish him a fair education (albeit one mainly in business), and if nothing else, at least a reasonably stable and secure future. This small business in hand ensures an at least reasonable quality of life. But this is the land of opportunity after all, and there’s a potential for much, much more than that…

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Your name is Thaddeus Slade, and today, you have done a terrible thing.

You were born some eighteen years ago, in the year of our lord 1702 AD. Your parents, Ephraim and Annabelle, were of middling stock and boring past, a pair of tavern owners whose ancestors had lived here in the sleepy town of Ashmouth for some two or three generations. Their income came from The Pale Fish, a small, draughty and wretched little place which served gritty food and watery ale. Still, it was Ashmouth’s only actual tavern, and that furnished the pair of them with a modest, but comfortable life.

Your brightness had become clear to your parents quite early, around the time you begun to speak: at several months of age. By the time you were scarcely a year old, you were already beginning to read, and people say that even as mere a child of 4 years old, they were able to hold conversations with you the likes of which ought to have been several times beyond your abilities at that age. You know they’re telling the truth, because you remember those times as though they were but yesterday.

Your parents were of course ecstatic at your brightness. What they were less ecstatic about were some of the other tendencies you began to exhibit around that time. You still wince at the memory of your father’s beatings when he discovered the racoon you had so meticulously kept alive, even half disembowelled with all four of its limbs removed. And they never managed to figure out what you said to poor Eliza Whitby, who returned home with an awful look in her eyes after babysitting you one Summer’s evening, and was discovered hanging from the rafters of her home the very next day.

After those incidents, you repressed it for a while, more in fear of more beatings from your father than any sense of actual remorse. But as you grew into adolescence, so too did you grow to despise the both of your parents, dullards who couldn’t possibly understand the complexity of your world. Ephraim was a beady-eyed simpleton who thought himself of greater wit and shrewdness than he actually was, and who prided himself on the wispy reddish beard he had cultivated, a hateful piece of facial fungus you wished nothing more to douse in lamp oil and set alight. And Annabelle? She was even worse, an insipid matron who still fancied herself a young maiden, though her form had gone broad and flabby over the years, and had never been much to look at even before. Wastes of air and space the both of them.

>>4534758

Thus did your hate fester and grow within you like a tumor for years upon years.

You cannot remember quite what sparked it all off. Was it your father proudly stroking that loathsome disgrace he so stupidly tried to call a beard? Had it been mother’s smug comments about the fine young man who she was sure had been infatuated with her (though you imagined he was more fascinated with how a woman could possibly grow so rotund than anything else) or had you simply had enough with the lot of them?

Either way, Ephraime and Annabelle Slade are now dead, their scratched and bludgeoned forms lying upon the floor. Inside, you feel a sense of relief, but at the same time, some sense of concern too. If the townsfolk find out about this, there’s no explaining it away like your childhood antics. So what can be done with the bodies?

>Bury them in the cellar. They were so proud of this wretched place, and now they deserve to be consigned to rot beneath it. And if the stench of decay ever breaks out, well, a tavern’s cellar is never going to be the finest smelling of places, and The Pale Fish was never known for the freshness of its food.

>Butcher them, and incorporate their remains into the tavern’s food. That way, the customers can dispose of it themselves, no evidence, and you’ll save a bit of money too. God knows it’ll be fresher than any of the other crap you’re serving.

>An itch scratches the back of your head. Killing the pair of these satisfied your urges, but they still lie waiting, just under the surface. You’ve already murdered them, it’s not as though you have to worry about crossing some sort of moral line. You seem to recall stories of evil and demonic rituals, employing strange runes and blood sacrifices. You have no idea about how they actually work, but you’ve already got the blood sacrifice bit done, so why not give it ago?

>Your intellect gives you another idea of just what to do with them… [WRITE IN]

>>4534760
>>An itch scratches the back of your head. Killing the pair of these satisfied your urges, but they still lie waiting, just under the surface. You’ve already murdered them, it’s not as though you have to worry about crossing some sort of moral line. You seem to recall stories of evil and demonic rituals, employing strange runes and blood sacrifices. You have no idea about how they actually work, but you’ve already got the blood sacrifice bit done, so why not give it ago?

>>4534760
>An itch scratches the back of your head. Killing the pair of these satisfied your urges, but they still lie waiting, just under the surface. You’ve already murdered them, it’s not as though you have to worry about crossing some sort of moral line. You seem to recall stories of evil and demonic rituals, employing strange runes and blood sacrifices. You have no idea about how they actually work, but you’ve already got the blood sacrifice bit done, so why not give it ago?
There's already no going back.

>>4534760
>An itch scratches the back of your head. Killing the pair of these satisfied your urges, but they still lie waiting, just under the surface. You’ve already murdered them, it’s not as though you have to worry about crossing some sort of moral line. You seem to recall stories of evil and demonic rituals, employing strange runes and blood sacrifices. You have no idea about how they actually work, but you’ve already got the blood sacrifice bit done, so why not give it ago?

if we fail

>Butcher them, and incorporate their remains into the tavern’s food. That way, the customers can dispose of it themselves, no evidence, and you’ll save a bit of money too. God knows it’ll be fresher than any of the other crap you’re serving.

>>4534760
>An itch scratches the back of your head. Killing the pair of these satisfied your urges, but they still lie waiting, just under the surface. You’ve already murdered them, it’s not as though you have to worry about crossing some sort of moral line. You seem to recall stories of evil and demonic rituals, employing strange runes and blood sacrifices. You have no idea about how they actually work, but you’ve already got the blood sacrifice bit done, so why not give it ago?
May as well go all the way.

>>4534760
>>An itch scratches the back of your head. Killing the pair of these satisfied your urges, but they still lie waiting, just under the surface. You’ve already murdered them, it’s not as though you have to worry about crossing some sort of moral line. You seem to recall stories of evil and demonic rituals, employing strange runes and blood sacrifices. You have no idea about how they actually work, but you’ve already got the blood sacrifice bit done, so why not give it ago?

>>4534768
>>4534770
>>4534772
>>4534774
>>4534784

Well this seems pretty unanimous. Someone roll 1d100 please?

In general, rolls with be a best of three. The exceptions to this are if one of the rolls is a 1, 7 or 13, in which case that roll takes priority.

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>4534791
Gotcha QM. Rolling.

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>4534791
IA! IA! THE OCEAN RISES!

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>4534791
I'll be honest I completely forgot how to roll, but here's a goal.

>>4534796
>>4534806
>>4534811

Close call there. 73 it is!

>>4534824
>tfw yet to awaken Dagon

>>4534791
The 1 I understand but why 7 or 13 ? Also can a nat 100 surpass them ?

>>4534834
7 lucky
13 unlucky

>>4534834

>>4534836
This, though the result would probably be a bit more interesting than just lucky/unlucky. And yes a nat 100 would surpass them, though I imagine that'd be rare enough on its own, let alone combined alongside another "special" roll.

I feel tempted to go full eugenics and make a family of horrific godlike abominations while at the same cursing our bloodline further.

...Fuck it. If God exists, you’re going to hell anyway at this point. There’s no going back anymore, so why not seal the deal? Worst comes to worst, nothing happens, and you’re left back where you started with two bodies to get rid of. And if you get lucky and your improvised idea of a “ritual” somehow does work, who knows what powers such contact could bring? You’d heard plenty of stories about the devil conning people out of their souls, but if he already has your soul anyway, then no hard done.

What follows is your attempt at figuring out of your own accord how a satanic ritual works. The table they were eating at serves well enough as an altar, and it already has a candle lit upon it. You don’t have any chalk, but you figure blood will probably work even better, and so that’s exactly what you use as you paint out a circle, filling the inside and out with various runes and symbols, some resembling the constellations, others strange shapes and designs that simply pop into your head, maybe out of imagination, maybe from actual inspiration from beyond this world. With a knife, you carve similar such runes and designs into father and mother’s skins.

Then begins the chanting, after you sprinkle blood on your forehead. At first it’s a bit of a jumbled mess, quotes from the Bible reformatted to be about the Devil, or whole prayers recited completely backwards. Nothing happens, but that does little to stop you as you sprinkle yet more blood upon your forehead, allowing it to drip down your face, into your mouth as you transition from things that make sense to mere gibberish, formations that sound like words, yet aren’t, like a voice heard but not listened to. How long this goes on you cannot say, surely ten minutes if not more.

At first, you don’t even notice that the noises outside have entirely ceased. That they have been replaced with a new sort of sound, a high sort of wailing, gibbering screams that do not sound wholly Human. When you do though, it comes alongside the realisation that the room is far brighter now than any candle should account for.

Fuck.

The noises grew louder, and they came with other things. At the edge of his vision were shapes, floating creatures that shifted and morphed, never settled into one form but rather were constantly changing. Faint, yet they seemed to coalesce, drifting further and further into his own field of vision, swollen masses of teeth and hair and legs and eyes and a hundred other things that seemed to move about constantly upon the faintly bubbling surfaces of their being. Suddenly, a great shiver ran over him, and he realised he was caught in the gaze of one of them, some creature far greater and broader than anything he could possibly have envisioned.

FUCK.

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>>4534949

There was a growing presence now, the even as the visions of the things themselves faded from his view. Mother’s body twitched, and when he looked upon it, he beheld that beneath the surface of her skin seemed to wriggle and writhe innumerable verminous things that twitched about as they travelled within her. The twitches grew into spasms, and at the very same time she seemed somehow to grow and shrink into herself, dead mouth opening wider than a mouth should be to emit a shrill, piercing scream of a hundred thousand anguished voices. Something crawled from that orifice, white and broad and furry, something which he could feel the presence of, alien and eldritch.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

And then, the screaming stopped, mother’s body, now, was as an empty husk, the skin still there, the rest all eaten away. And before her sat the Thing which had grown within her, the Thing which had crawled from her mouth as though spawned like a fly from corruption, the Thing which he knew must by its very nature be beyond one’s imagining. It was shaped like a cat, large, fat and pale-furred, yet its great, round red eyes betrayed a mind which held innumerable secrets that few men dared guess at, let alone know.

In spite of its weight, the bizarre cat was entirely noiseless as it ambled over to where father’s rune-carved body lay. Its mouth opened – then opened further, then further still, until half its body exposed a gaping maw of serrated teeth and wormy tendrils. In only a few bites, it consumed the wholeness of his body, before turning to you and smiling a broad, uncanny smile which spread from one end of its face to the other. It spoke in a voice deep and penetrating, one that rattled his eardrums and dripped with sardonic amusement and deliberacy.

”MEOW”

[Heading off for the night now, but I do hope y'all have enjoyed this so far!]

>>4534951
OH NO IT'S THE Wigger-Man.

>>4534951
that wasn't what I expect, but damn boy

>>4534958

Enjoying it a lot so far, waiting out for more.

>>4534958
OP spooked himself

>>4534951
I Like where it’s going

>>4534951
Nearly as fat as mother proportionally to a cat

So what do you guys want to see happen?

THE NEXT DAY

You do not know how you managed to go to sleep that night, but when you did, your dreams were filled with strange and nightmarish visions, though the nature of them faded from your memory seemingly the moment you woke up. Daylight streamed in through the windows, and the floor proved absent of bodies, blood or any indications whatsoever of what had gone on the previous night. Perhaps you really had just dreamt it all up, the product of a violent mind repressed for far too long?

Nope. The Cat is still there. Still sitting upon the floor. Still staring at you with that shit-eating grin of his. You know he could talk if he felt like it, yet he chooses not to! He seems to sense your frustration, as he speaks yet again (and it is speech, that much is certain. There’s far too much intelligence and deliberacy to it for it not to be).

”MEOW”

Even one of the regular morons of this town would think that level of enunciation odd, even without the brains to see clearly the fullness of the mind and intent that lies beneath it.

Bugger – the townsfolk. You don’t have the bodies to worry about anymore, but they’re still going to be asking questions when they see you running the place instead of your parents. You can always make up some yarn about their dying suddenly in the night of an illness, or simply leaving and never returning, but they might still be suspicious regardless. And really, if you are to stay here, is that really a good use of your intellect? Running the town’s one tavern, earning enough to furnish yourself with a decent enough life, yet little more? Is that all there is?

You feel yourself at something of a crossroads. The Cat keeps staring at you, as though awaiting your decision.

>Screw it, there’s nothing worth staying for here in Ashmouth. The Pale Fish is a dingy and sour place, to keep on running it would merely trap you in the same life as your parents. Besides, the people here know you. Far better to leave for some other locale, where you can start things afresh, forge a new path for yourself with no past, and a clean slate. It’s a risky option to be sure, but what’s life without a little risk?

>Stay in Ashmouth, and continue running The Pale Fish. Your parents were a pair of cretins but they at least left you this useful legacy, and one way or another it is a reliable way of making money and keeping folk’s backs off you. Besides, with your wits, you could take this place far further than they could possibly have imagined, and in doing so make yourself wealthy, powerful, even an “integral” part of the community. Is that an opportunity really worth wasting?

>>4535669
Really conflicted on this.
On one hand we could try to go to some isolated place to hide our more fucked up action or some bigger settlement for better rewards.
On the other we could attempt to takeover the town.

>>4535669
>>Screw it, there’s nothing worth staying for here in Ashmouth. The Pale Fish is a dingy and sour place, to keep on running it would merely trap you in the same life as your parents. Besides, the people here know you. Far better to leave for some other locale, where you can start things afresh, forge a new path for yourself with no past, and a clean slate. It’s a risky option to be sure, but what’s life without a little risk?

Lets go to Red hook or Innsmouth, mind-brothers

>>4535683
Not really interested in Innsmouth, enough that I’d rather just stay.

>>4535691

I mean, at this point in time we're still about 120 years away from Obed Marsh making his deals with the Deep Ones and all that. Right now, Innsmouth is still just a quaint, steadily growing port town of little great consequence.

>>4535692
But at the end of the day Cosmic Horror is about the unknown and the incomprehensible thus would rather not tread familiar or overdone territory.

>>4535669
>Screw it, there’s nothing worth staying for here in Ashmouth. The Pale Fish is a dingy and sour place, to keep on running it would merely trap you in the same life as your parents. Besides, the people here know you. Far better to leave for some other locale, where you can start things afresh, forge a new path for yourself with no past, and a clean slate. It’s a risky option to be sure, but what’s life without a little risk?

>>4535669
>Screw it, there’s nothing worth staying for here in Ashmouth. The Pale Fish is a dingy and sour place, to keep on running it would merely trap you in the same life as your parents. Besides, the people here know you. Far better to leave for some other locale, where you can start things afresh, forge a new path for yourself with no past, and a clean slate. It’s a risky option to be sure, but what’s life without a little risk?

>>4535669
>Screw it, there’s nothing worth staying for here in Ashmouth. The Pale Fish is a dingy and sour place, to keep on running it would merely trap you in the same life as your parents. Besides, the people here know you. Far better to leave for some other locale, where you can start things afresh, forge a new path for yourself with no past, and a clean slate. It’s a risky option to be sure, but what’s life without a little risk?

>>4535717
>>4535735
>>4535762
>>4535683

Seems pretty unanimous. Leaving we are then.

>>45356921

Devil's reef is there

>>4535764
Y'alls ever read the Laundry Files by Charles Stross?

>>4535887
No, what’s it about ?

>>4535891
Some uk govt guy who investigates the occult

>>4535891
Modern Lovecraft with a side of math and SQL.

>>4535902
>>4535891
Sorry, that's kind of a lie. Mostly British Beauracracy and getting permits.

>>4535887

Huh, I'll have to check it out. Sounds interesting!

>>4536031
From how you wrote the summoning in the quest, pretty sure you'll enjoy it.

Charles Stross is a great writer, too.

So who’s up for Lovecraftian eugenics?

>>4536226
WELL always

>>4536226
If we're gonna play an evil MC, he has to find some sort of justification for his sadism as an outlet.

Something that befits his intelligence, as well.

Lovecraftian genetics sounds good to me. Ties in nicely to his contempt of his parents and lack of peers.

Since we have this summons, we can start by observing it. Instead of directly indulging in the MCs dark desires, we can test it along the way. See what it likes to eat, how it changes forms, etc to collect data on higher physical life forms. After all, just because it's strange and weird doesn't mean it's actually smarter than us. Nor more powerful, if we can find out what rules it operates on. Power isn't strength, it's control. The thumb on the scales, to paraphrase Pratchett.

>>4536226
Let's fuck a shoggoth while a mi'go cheers us one

>>4536299
Nah, let's go around collecting samples from tainted families and try to make drugs to give ourself extraordinary powers.

Or capture members and make them fuck.

Heck, why not both.

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>>4536305
>>4536299
>>4536293
>>4536233
Too bad we aren’t INSPIRED enough to craft best waifu.

>>4536308
Who is she ?

>>4536311
The Bloodborne Plain Doll. She literally a doll created to fulfill some guy’s unrequited love for a particular woman that got possessed by an eldritch god.

>>4536305
>Sir, I have to ask why you imprisoned me
>I wish to see how much the human body can take
>W..what, oh God you're going to torture me aren't you?!
>Oh no, not at all, I am simply curious if the innsmouth hybrid is more durable than the standard human stock
>Sounds like torture to me you lunatic
>Maybe, but not to Larry
>Who the hell is la... what in dagon's dick is that!
>That's Larry, a voormis I captured for this precise experiment. You're going to get to know him very well, my friend

I can already tell this quest will be very interesting.

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>>4536226
>>4536299
>>4536308

>we have a potential waifu in the thread already anon

I am not sorry for this.

>>4536401
Cat is for pact making not lewds.

>>4536418
The Cat is for whatever dark designs it damn well pleases. If it wants our Orgone energy it will take it.

Is the QM still writing?

>>4536031
You still there?

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>12 hours later

>>4536716
Maybe he picked up a good book.

Or was eaten by a grue.

Had potential rip

In the end, the decision seems obvious to you: screw Ashmouth. Life here would be nothing more than life in a sleepy, worthless little town where all the dullards living here know what you’re like, or suspect it anyhow. All you’ve got to miss is The Pale Fish, and what’s that but a dingy, third-rate tavern where the beer is sour and watery, the food gritty and suspicious, whilst the wholly structure is leaky, dark and draughty. Oh it’d be a living running this place, but a living Hell. Far better to leave it behind wholesale, find someplace that’s a better use of your talents.

You don’t have a great deal of geographical education, but you do have some knowledge you’ve picked up over the years and neatly filed away in your head, and where that doesn’t help, your parents’ ledgers are sure to pick up the slack (much as it disgusts you to even see the handwriting of those worthless cretins). So, where do you plan on leaving for?

>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.

>Though Ashmouth may be sleepy, there are other towns out there in similar states, but with greater prospects. These settlements remain fairly small and quiet right now, but you can see the seed in them that could allow for growth into a fine future of wealth and prosperity indeed. It will take time of course for that to be the case, but you can be patient, and by being there early on, you shall be in all the greater a position to reap the benefits.

>It’s all too dense, all too packed, all of it. Where you need to go is further inland, where colonists and settlers have only barely penetrated, and those settlements that do exist are small, fledgeling and cut off even now. You’ll be cut off from the outside world, and may not have has many opportunities when it comes to building up wealth, but isolation has its benefits too, especially you wish to hide some of your more heinous deeds. And a smaller, weaker settlement is one all the more vulnerable to your machinations…

>You have another plan, some other place to go. Did you see it on the ledgers, hear of it in passing? And what is it anyhow? [WRITE IN]

>>4536795


>Though Ashmouth may be sleepy, there are other towns out there in similar states, but with greater prospects. These settlements remain fairly small and quiet right now, but you can see the seed in them that could allow for growth into a fine future of wealth and prosperity indeed. It will take time of course for that to be the case, but you can be patient, and by being there early on, you shall be in all the greater a position to reap the benefits.

Get in on the ground floor and impress the town with our intellect. Easy to be a bigger fish that feeds on the smaller ones in a pond where there's next to no competition.

>>4536795
>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.
Urban fantasy tiiime

>>4536795
>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.
Hope our new cat likes crowds

>>4536795
>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.

Big or very small pls

>>4536795
>>Though Ashmouth may be sleepy, there are other towns out there in similar states, but with greater prospects. These settlements remain fairly small and quiet right now, but you can see the seed in them that could allow for growth into a fine future of wealth and prosperity indeed. It will take time of course for that to be the case, but you can be patient, and by being there early on, you shall be in all the greater a position to reap the benefits.

>>4536795
>>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.

>>4536795
>Though Ashmouth may be sleepy, there are other towns out there in similar states, but with greater prospects. These settlements remain fairly small and quiet right now, but you can see the seed in them that could allow for growth into a fine future of wealth and prosperity indeed. It will take time of course for that to be the case, but you can be patient, and by being there early on, you shall be in all the greater a position to reap the benefits.

>>4536795
Consider:
Find some plantation mansion, sign on as a servant, endear yourself to the master and take over the whole thing. No need to mess around with villages or cities, scrounging up food whilst preparing your scheme amongst the stuck up middle class.

>>4536886
Support to plantations.
Were going to lousiana

>>4536886
Switching to this

>>4536795
>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.

>>4536886
This isn’t as great as you think it is. Northern cities have better resources available to us for whatever we may persue.

>>4536920
Bro plantations have slaves nobody gives a fuck about slaves as long as you pay the owner his dues

>>4536959
Bro the owner does to give a fuck about slaves. A top-end slave cost the equivalent of a sports car. You're not going to let someone a sports car's tires and cripple its function because they were in the mood.

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>>4536959
This is colonial America. Everywhere has slaves.

>>4536959
>>4536965
Planation slaves get better treatment than paid servants or poor people do. Anyone that believes the abusive planation owner stereotype is buying into propaganda. Now if we were talking mining slaves you’d have an argument.

>>4536975
Paid servants don’t get raped or whipped

>>4536982
They also don't get room and board. Buying a slave was a much larger, longer-term investment than hiring a wagie.

>>4536795
>You need to look big: a bustling city is where you need to go, and the best option for that as yet is Boston, greatest settlement in all New England. It will be less quiet for sure compared to Ashmouth, but will that not be a good thing? A crowd is a place to lose yourself in, and a city like this is one full of opportunity for power, wealth and more besides, if one should only wish to grasp it.

>>4533961
During the Civil War
>As the tides of battle ever swayed in the favor of the Union, the Desperate South sought any form of victory.
>Being no strangers to interbreeding stock, they sacrificed their "purity" in the vain hope to secure their victory.

>>4534760
>reading the quest
>see this prompt:
>"Butcher them, and incorporate their remains into the tavern’s food. That way, the customers can dispose of it themselves, no evidence, and you’ll save a bit of money too. God knows it’ll be fresher than any of the other crap you’re serving."
>immediately think "It wasn't fresh enough!" from Herbert West: Reanimator
Madman, please do keep referencing more of HPL's works than the usual fare. I wanna see Sweet Ermengarde, Ibid, and his other "literally who?" short stories brought up.

Wonder if Howard is here. Does anyone know the ritual to summon him?

>>4536800
>>4536802
>>4536804
>>4536828
>>4536866
>>4536872
>>4536884
>>4536886
>>4536888
>>4536901
>>4536909
>>4537041

Opportunistic Town - 3
Plantation - 3
Big City - 6

Aight, we're heading to the Big City, the place where it all happens. Roll 3d100.

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>4537078

>>4537078
dice+3d100

dice+1d100

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>4537078

>>4537078

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>4537078
>>4537099
in the options field my mans
>>4537097

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>4537108
>>4537099
>>4537097
Inter me at a mental hospital

Think I’ve figured out a direction to take our Lovecraftian eugenics. How about we turn our family into a sort of “Master” race and create a bunch of “Slave” races to rule over and torment?

>>4537118
> Family

No thanks, we tried that once already. Besides, only one Master is needed.

How about "Slaves" and "Materials"?

>>4537218
Nah we’re a bloodline.

>>4537219
Not the same as a Family.

>>4537241
To be a bloodline requires a family.

>>4537247
No, all it requires is for some slaves to have a portion of your genetic material.

Know what? I’m going to stop arguing and start brainstorming ideas for traits.
How about a hive-mind that retains the souls of the deceased until they coalesce and are reincarnated into a superior being?
Some of psychic vampire power that requires the user to eat feed off the life force of some other entity or gradually age to dust?

>>4537427
We could use the cat demon as a catalyst to get power, but we'd probably need to know what he wants first.
I like the idea of the cat being the family pet for centuries.

>>4537444
The Old Mouser, the Hateful Grimalkin, Sour old man of the estate.

So cool names for the cat demon

>>4537444
>>4537448
He shall be Wiggerman

>>4537077

Dont worry, hes here

>>4537427

angel of the west window

>>4537444
Well we fuck it, obviously? No?
Anyone?
it fucks us

>>4537444
We have to figure out how to dominate it first. Find out what works as bait, then lay a trap.

We're not livestock, like our parents were.

>>4537444
Or maybe the Cat could point us towards other sources of power. Perhaps it can find people with special traits like ourself.

So show we try to make life extension drugs from people?

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Updates might be a little slow over the next couple of days due to IRL stuff (words of doom, I’m quite aware), but rest assured I have no intentions of abandoning the story of Thaddeus Slade and his line. Here’s a snippet from a slightly different perspective in the meantime.

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They said that a Demon haunted Ashmouth these nights.

No one knew quite where or why it had begun, but all agreed that little had seemed right that day The Pale Fish failed to open its doors, the first time in years. Neither were the two Slades seen in any of their usual haunts, nor heard from at all. Their son, Thaddeus, continued to appear in public, claiming that his parents had fallen ill with a sudden and severe illness. Some didn’t believe him, but beyond a few mutterings here and there, suspicion didn’t amount to much. They had other things to worry about.

It had been Charity Morton who’d been the first victim. None knew when the widow had first gone missing, but with time, a few concerned associates had at last made the choice to enter her home. With the two Slades ill it might be an infection spreading, and the last thing Ashmouth wanted was a plague. Yet what they found was far worse than any of those fears.

The blood, dear God the blood. A woman shouldn’t have that much blood in her surely, for it coated every floor and wall, dripped down from the ceiling. Yet not a single thing else was out of place: no furniture disturbed, no windows broken, nary even a single item askew. There wasn’t even a trace of her body to be found, nor rags or shreds of clothing, nor a single thing at all but for all that blood.

Then it was Zoeth Olson and his wife. Then the whole Holland family. No noises, no commotion, no bodies. Only the people gone, and the blood left behind. Some prayed, some cried, a rider was dispatched to the nearest town and never heard from again. It made little difference.

There were those who claimed to have seen the Demon. They spoke of great, red eyes that hovered in the dark, and a white thing that moved with no noise. Jebediah Cook claimed it had looked at him, stared from the window for near an entire night. He had seen pale fur, scarlet eyes that glittered like rubies, and a broad, too-wide smile as it did nothing but stare and stare and stare. Eventually, he said, it had moved on. It was the Manleys in the house over to his who had been the victims that night.

It was a plague, a curse that jumped from person to person, house to house, family to family. Nothing could predict it, nothing could stop it, nothing could keep it from claiming what it wanted. For the first time in many, many years, the people of Ashmouth knew true fear.

Little wonder, they decided, that young Thaddeus Slade had announced his intentions to sell of the Pale Fish and move on someplace else.

>>4537667
Anything to keep you coming back?

>>4537635
>>4537527
Yeah first thing is knowing more about that cat, make sure we're the master not him.

>>4537667
No worry take you time QM
I hope we get plenty of materials in the next city.

Hmm

>>4538193
Seems like the cat is just a curious visitor summoned to clean up our mess. Its more or less running ashmouth right now, not coming with us. We are definitely not its master.

>>4538234
We have no idea what goes through the cat’s head which is how it should be. The cats motives should be unknowable.
>>4538193
We also need a way to avoid going insane. We still have a fragile mortal mind.

>>4537738

Show him your garloid. OP likes that kinda stuff

>>4538351
>>4538234
We need to eat the cat its too powerful its gonna make us its slave at best

>>4538392
yeah i want to eat that cat and claim its power

>>4538234
yeah we cant let anything escape us i dont like that the cat is being a lazy shit that abandoned us its summoner and we are sadistic and we dont want to leave any trace so we should dunk that abomination in boiling water and eat its flesh

>>4538392
>>4538408
put down the fork, we may be sadistic enough to eat a cat but not dumb enough to try to eat a demon without at least knowing more about it

But do we have to get the necronomicon first idk, we'll see what our options are once we get to the big city.

https://mangadex.org/title/39186/creepy-cat

>>4538410
i dont like having the cat run around growing in power

>>4538424
We don’t know how it works or what its motives are or even if we can kill it.

>>4538428
well its clearly killing and eating people outside our control completely

>>4538430
And? As long as it doesn’t hurt our interests I see no reason to care.

>>4538431
This.

>>4538431
well for one it could grow out of control its a kinda nipping it the bud deal any idiot can see that letting a issue grow out of control is bad and we are supposed to be a genius even if a sadistic one

>>4538434
>WE DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT
Get those words through your head. Until we learn more there isn’t much we can do but for now is doing no harm to us.

>>4538431
>>4538439
This right here.

But I mean, one day we WILL eat that Cat or see it die trying. It looked down. on. US. Not gonna let that slide.

>>4538431
>>4538432

Its basicly cheating on us

>>4538580
>getting cheated on by a cat

Virgins forever

>>4538736
Look I don’t care if we have to make a sex doll or a cloning vat, we are going to reproduce somehow.

>>4538840
I like the idea of parasitizing people.

>>4538736
The cats lack of self control just proves that it's not superior to us.

>>4538840
+1 coomer energy

There’s no future in Ashmouth, and you see little reason to go to some other town just the very same. No, you need somewhere bigger, somewhere where you can properly ensure prosperity for yourself. And when looking for a place like that, one option seems clearer than any other: Boston, grandest city in all the colonies. But you need to get your preparations in order before any of that.

Over the weeks that you pack up and organise the sale of The Pale Fish, you notice the sporadic fashion in which The Cat occasionally leaves the tavern, sometimes returning that selfsame night, others not for a few. Always with that damnable smile on its face. Even were you not blessed with your staggering intellect, it still would’ve taken little to draw the dots once the people of Ashmouth began speaking of sudden deaths, whole families gone missing with nary a sound, nary even a sign of any fight but for all the blood. You had supposed it inevitable that The Cat would do something like this, even if the thing’s motives were unclear. Not that you much cared though – if anything, it gave you great satisfaction to hear of some proper fear being struck into that lot, even if it was The Cat and not you who was doing it.

Eventually you managed to get The Pale Fish sold off to some buyer, and your wits had allowed you to negotiate quite the good price for it too, even if the fool thought he was getting the better deal. Your parents hadn’t saved much money, but you were able to get what you could from the various nooks and crannies you’d stored up. In the end, the total sum of money in your possession (including that from the sale of The Pale Fish) amounted to around £100: not a bad amount. Enough to live off of for a fair while at any rate, regardless anything else.

Thus it was that you set off from Ashmouth. Few cared to watch you leave, more concerned about the ongoing terror in their own town. The Cat had chosen to travel with you it seemed, but they obviously knew none of that. One way or another, tales of the terror that had struck there would last for a long, long time yet. The thought puts a smile on your face.

The journey was a long one, and not too good a travel either. All too often the weather proved inclement, cold, wet, drizzly. The Cat made no further go at communication, but simply sat and smiled and stared in that maddening way, as though somehow privy to a joke which you knew not. The settlements and inns were fewer and further between than you should’ve liked, and when you did get the chance to stop off at them…

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>>4539077

Well okay, maybe it was justified when you were hunted for a day or two after that gambler was found dead in your room, mutilated in a manner as gruesome as it was disturbingly precise. But was he really too much of a loss to the world? And when that one place shifted the suspicion on you for the horrific finding of a man missing yet his rented quarters coated in blood, that was really The Cat, wasn’t it? Nevermind that one shockingly rude young woman (probably around the same age as you, but that’s not what matters) who claimed you looked somehow menacing? Everyone in that place had started giving you suspicious glances after that, and you hadn’t even done anything!

At last though, you approached Boston. God what a sight! Impressive even for you, having lived in Ashmouth all your life. Here was a city of over ten thousand people, one of Britain’s greatest ports, certainly its greatest in the New World. Here was a place where your intelligence could truly shine, here was a place where you could make a new life for yourself.

Nonetheless, you still need to somehow establish yourself in this place first. How are you going to go about that exactly?

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>A clerk may not be the most glamorous of careers to enter into, but it has its perks. You’ll be in a secure position, a comparatively good paying job, and of course there’s the opportunity to advance further up in the business, provided you play your cards right.

>Boston is one of Britain’s largest ports, and a fundamental centre of trade. Wedge yourself into the business of trading in goods, whether it be cod, timber or slaves, and you could make a hefty profit indeed. But the trading business is competitive, and though the rewards may be high, so too is the risk if things don’t end up going your way.

>You grew up in a tavern, you’ve seen all the things one has to do, and all the things one oughtn’t to do. So if you’ve got the experience, why not found your own tavern, a place that could be built up to be grander and greater than The Pale Fish ever was? For sure it may be tiresome to return to (not to mention all too associated with loathsome memories of your parents), but at least you’ll know for sure what you’re doing.

>There are craftsmen here in Boston, carpenters, tailors, blacksmiths, and so on. At least some of them ought to be open to giving you an apprenticeship, and with your quick learning, you ought to do quite well. Of course, it’ll still be a time until you’re ready to enter the career yourself, and it may not provide as many opportunities for vast wealth as other options, but it’ll leave you in a secure enough position for sure.

>>4539079

>Traders deal in a variety of goods, but you intend on focusing on something more specialised. There are any number of shops and entrepreneurs in Boston, and you intend on opening up another such business. It’ll be more expensive to set up, but you have the potential to obtain a dedicated base of customers, and if things go well, expand your operations even further.

>You have another plan for how you intend on making your living here. But what is it? [WRITE IN]

>>4539079
Start a tavern. It will allow you to hear juicy gossip and learn of near do wells.

>>4539094
+1 here, we got experience and will be doing much better than we ever could back in our hometown.

>>4539079
>There are craftsmen here in Boston, carpenters, tailors, blacksmiths, and so on. At least some of them ought to be open to giving you an apprenticeship, and with your quick learning, you ought to do quite well. Of course, it’ll still be a time until you’re ready to enter the career yourself, and it may not provide as many opportunities for vast wealth as other options, but it’ll leave you in a secure enough position for sure.
Really want to learn how to make our own stuff but I’d be fine with
>You grew up in a tavern, you’ve seen all the things one has to do, and all the things one oughtn’t to do. So if you’ve got the experience, why not found your own tavern, a place that could be built up to be grander and greater than The Pale Fish ever was? For sure it may be tiresome to return to (not to mention all too associated with loathsome memories of your parents), but at least you’ll know for sure what you’re doing.
Or
>Traders deal in a variety of goods, but you intend on focusing on something more specialised. There are any number of shops and entrepreneurs in Boston, and you intend on opening up another such business. It’ll be more expensive to set up, but you have the potential to obtain a dedicated base of customers, and if things go well, expand your operations even further.

>>4539094
Not really interested. Like I’d rather open a pharmacy or something similar.

>>4539135
Tavern would give more options for our sadistic side. Especially if we also offered rooms to rent

>>4539139
Pharmacy would give us more opportunities for using our intelligance.

>>4539139
We could also build it like that one serial killer and his “hotel of death”, with dead-ends and everything. Forget the man’s name though but he was American and pretty intelligent

>>4539079
>You grew up in a tavern, you’ve seen all the things one has to do, and all the things one oughtn’t to do. So if you’ve got the experience, why not found your own tavern, a place that could be built up to be grander and greater than The Pale Fish ever was? For sure it may be tiresome to return to (not to mention all too associated with loathsome memories of your parents), but at least you’ll know for sure what you’re doing.

I like that Anon's hotel of Death thing, and the size of the building would allow us to add closets with hidden stairs to a basement.

And its Boston, the inevitable disappearances of the few tourists/traders/sailors wouldn't be as important as in a small town.

>>4539158
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/H._H._Holmes

Here he is

>>4539166
That's what I'd do. Since it's a hub people won't notice some sailor going missing.

>>4539153
I like that idea

>>4539079
>You grew up in a tavern, you’ve seen all the things one has to do, and all the things one oughtn’t to do. So if you’ve got the experience, why not found your own tavern, a place that could be built up to be grander and greater than The Pale Fish ever was? For sure it may be tiresome to return to (not to mention all too associated with loathsome memories of your parents), but at least you’ll know for sure what you’re doing.

>>4539079
>Boston is one of Britain’s largest ports, and a fundamental centre of trade. Wedge yourself into the business of trading in goods, whether it be cod, timber or slaves, and you could make a hefty profit indeed. But the trading business is competitive, and though the rewards may be high, so too is the risk if things don’t end up going your way.

Only if we play by the rules.

>>4539171
Yup, that’s him. Couldn’t think of his name but I knew of his hotel from various videos I’ve watched

>>4539079
>>Boston is one of Britain’s largest ports, and a fundamental centre of trade. Wedge yourself into the business of trading in goods, whether it be cod, timber or slaves, and you could make a hefty profit indeed. But the trading business is competitive, and though the rewards may be high, so too is the risk if things don’t end up going your way.

>>4539323
Slaves certainly has an appeal to it. A refreshing admittance of the world that the value of man isn't intrinsic.

>>4539079
>Boston is one of Britain’s largest ports, and a fundamental centre of trade. Wedge yourself into the business of trading in goods, whether it be cod, timber or slaves, and you could make a hefty profit indeed. But the trading business is competitive, and though the rewards may be high, so too is the risk if things don’t end up going your way.

>>4539079
>Boston is one of Britain’s largest ports, and a fundamental centre of trade. Wedge yourself into the business of trading in goods, whether it be cod, timber or slaves, and you could make a hefty profit indeed. But the trading business is competitive, and though the rewards may be high, so too is the risk if things don’t end up going your way.

>>4539079

Adding a +1 to this option.

>>4539153

Pharmacy work will make use out of our intellect, and our... eccentricities can be whetted by trying out new concoctions on the sick. After all, desperate times and conditions call for desperate measures and cures.

>>4539079
>>4539153
Supporting.
I mean we have a huge brain so we'd probably be excellent at this kind of job, making us well respected at least, which is the best kind of protection.
Also we'll be amongst the first to hear about corpses or ill people, and be free to experiment whatever we want on them if we play the good doc card.

>>4539079

My vote goes to pharmacy but if its not gonna win you can count it for

>>4539079
>You grew up in a tavern, you’ve seen all the things one has to do, and all the things one oughtn’t to do. So if you’ve got the experience, why not found your own tavern, a place that could be built up to be grander and greater than The Pale Fish ever was? For sure it may be tiresome to return to (not to mention all too associated with loathsome memories of your parents), but at least you’ll know for sure what you’re doing

As well

>>4539079
>Boston is one of Britain’s largest ports, and a fundamental centre of trade. Wedge yourself into the business of trading in goods, whether it be cod, timber or slaves, and you could make a hefty profit indeed. But the trading business is competitive, and though the rewards may be high, so too is the risk if things don’t end up going your way.

>>4539079
>You have another plan for how you intend on making your living here. But what is it? [WRITE IN]
>>4539153
I'd like to support this choice as well. It i s a high intelligence pursuit and we'll shine there.

>>4539079
>>4539153
Supporting this, pharmacy/medicine man type thing.

>>4539153
So basically, going full cioccolata?

>>4539153
+1 roll with apothecary, leave murder hotel idea to descendants

>>4539081
>>4539094
>>4539101
>>4539133
>>4539166
>>4539200
>>4539217
>>4539323
>>4539426
>>4539691
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>>4539800
>>4539832

Craftsman - 1
Pharmacy - 5
Tavern - 5
Trader - 6

Oof, this really is a close one, but looks like its come out in favour of the trader path.

>>4539911

Aaand now it's a tie. Lovely. Anyone want to break it? If not, I'll just roll.

>>4539912
Pharmacy then

>>4539913
Pharmacy

>>4539916
>>4539918

Aight, pharmacy it is!

Roll 1d100 + 10

Rolled 90 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4539920

>>4539922
Pog

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>4539920
Rolling
>>4539922
Things are looking bright.

Rolled 55 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>4539920

>>4539929
No need to be salty.

So I think we we’re going to be working on genetics, mental health, and life extension stuff.

>>4539922
wonder full seems we will put our genius to good use

>>4539912
Aww. Can we trade in pharmaceuticals?

We should know how to brew beer, so we're already familiar somewhat with the basic skills. We could use the money from trading to fund pharmaceutical research and to acquire rare and strange plants and animals.

Wish I had been here earlier to swap my vote.

>>4539920
Well. For some reason I didn't read down all the way.

What a nice surprise.

>>4539978
Or we could work on selling drugs. Stimulants for slaves to work harder while eating less, opiate derivatives for the upper class to indulge in for stress relief, and we can even go back to brewing and work on integrating drugs such as caffiene into beers to sell to the working class.

We get to have people pay us for destroying them slowly, addicting them to these crutches, and drugs are always profitable. Tickles the sadism bone nicely.

It's also a nice point for conflict with moral crusaders, who want to infringe on people's personal rights to do what they want with their own bodies.

>>4540020
But money is not the goal.

>>4540033
If you're rich you can do literally anything you want no matter how depraved or vile.

>>4540033
> We get to have people pay us for destroying them slowly,

We also get to have control over them by being the supplier. Designer drugs for the upper class that can't be found anywhere else, that give them strange dreams and push them towards unveiling the darkness within them as they sacrifice more and more for the next high.

Drugs that twist not just the bodies, but the minds and perhaps even the souls of those we choose to have serve us personally. Not just making them loyal, but making them unable to be anything but.

Oh the wondrous potentials to be unlocked within the frail forms of men, and the best of which we find shall of course be reserved for ourself. However, we cannot ignore that we have glimpsed vistas beyond the flesh itself. Should we waste our time seeking merely the delay of decay, now, in our youth, when that time could instead be spent looking to transcend the form corporeal and become something immortal?

The drugs will make us money, but more imoortantly they will give us control while letting us rip the secrets beneath the skin from the flesh of the weak who succumb to them.

>>4540170
It would be unwise to partake in the drugs that we use to control people. We don't need shitty health-destroyer drugs to become better.

>>4540190
Reread what he said. He wants to reserve the good shit for our use and sell the bad shit.

>>4540190
>>4540207
Yeah, not all drugs are bad. But some might let us communicate with higher planes, or give us increased healing abilities, etc.

We gotta start somewhere in investigating the mysteries of consciousness and genetics. This is the colonial era, "genes" aren't even a thing we would have any inkling of as the son of a tavern owner in buttfuck nowhere.

Drugs however are much less common, and we've already got experience with the drug alcohol.

>>4540207
Difference between drugs and medicine is often merely dosage.

A hit of blow is great if we get in a fight, or modafinil if we have to work without sleep, to use IRL drugs and not crazy drugs from outside of time that I hope we get to make.

>>4540264
Drugs are much less *controlled* and more common, I meant to say.

We should definitely make drugs that actually help people but have "minor" side effects, like mutated children or insanity.

>>4540435
Like I said, drugs that make people more productive and eat less - Meth

Drugs that help the Elite relax from the pressures of their positions - opiates

Drugs that provide a milder stimulation to thw working class - Caffiene

Define "actually help". Although I'm quite partial to selling meth to slavers. They would be microdosing, naturally, so the negatives wouldn't be visible until the slaves were worn out anyways.

Opiates probably already has competition in the form of, you know, Opium. But maybe we can find some sort of hoodoo opiate plant that sends people actually into the Dreamland.

Caffiene we can maybe make acessible as tablets that can be dropped into water for "instant" tea, or tea that doesn't lose its freshness.

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The business you choose to begin running is one you had nary even considered until you encountered it in Boston: the apothecary, diagnosing the ills of the ailed and providing them with cures and treatments of varying reliability. To outright aid people in that fashion wasn’t much in your nature, but if you were lucky, such a role would prevent you from any sort of scandal, and the role of the physician is one that will always be valuable somewhere.

With your stockpile of money, you were able to purchase a small building for sale at a surprisingly cheap price. The owner it seemed had lost everything in “The Bubble”, and he appeared quite desperate to get it sold for any amount of money. Too bad for him, but all the better for you. You hired a few tradesmen to paint up a sign outside advertising your business, and at the markets brought a good assortment of drugs and medicines to sell, alongside a few pieces of physician’s instruments. When you entered Boston, the city contained 14 apocatheries. Now that you opened your doors, it had its 15th.

Business was slow in the early days, but picked up. You hadn’t done much reading on the medicinal arts, but your mental capabilities were still enough to do you good in figuring out what it was that truly ailed your visiting customers, and with time and experience, what treatments would be best for solving their issues. It was a steady trade, and though you bore little renown, the citizens of your local area did spread a good reputation of your abilities, and constituted a reliable stream of customers.

And in the meantime, you experimented. Boston had its disadvantaged, its poor, its people who would quite gladly take some experimental treatment or drug for a small stipend of money. Some had nothing happen to them, others convulsed and shuddered, a few even died. You cared little – no one would care for them, and in the meantime it satisfied both your curiosity, and your sadistic inclinations. One such experiment was on an entire family of destitute labourers, whom you infected with a lesser form of Smallpox, based on the idea that once one recovered from a disease, they were immune. They came down with the illness, but their cases were mild, and all of them survived. Afterwards, you thought little of it.

Then, in the early months of 1721, plague came to Boston, smallpox brought there by some ship from abroad. Whole neighbourhoods were ravaged, and one in particular was utterly decimated, with nary a single household who had not lost at least a few to the sickness, but for a single family who remained miraculously blessed.

The labourer family, you realised.

>>4540450
Can't we just sell heroin to the elite? Heroin is made from opium, right?

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>>4540458


It didn’t take long for you to realise what a breakthrough this was. When you offered it to your customers, they proved skeptical, but a few took it, and soon, more than a few, a steady flow of the desperate and their families fearful enough to do anything if it might give them some sort protection from Boston’s scourge. There were still deaths, here and there, but as the months passed, the local area around your apothecary proved remarkably safe from the Smallpox that so ravaged the rest of the city.

In the meantime you refined your process, the poor and desperate now all the moreso. Offhandedly you heard of some other pharmacist offering a similar procedure, that which he called “innoculation”. Then word came that he had vanished, or was murdered as seemed far more likely. No body was found, yet the blood that stained so much of the interior of his establishment seemed fairly conclusive.

Notice came of how well those places you had treated had weathered the disease, and it didn’t take long for those more intelligent to trace it back to you and your treatments. Some protested, calling it dangerous and mad (if only they could see some of the things you did in private), but far more were willing to take the chance, travelling to receive your innoculative process from all over the city.

At last, in 1722 the plague in Boston came to an end. Your inoculations had made a fine profit indeed, but far more important was what they did for your reputation. Suddenly, you were not just a physician. You were the physician, he who had saved untold amounts of people from Smallpox, he whose treatments and advice were almost unfailingly good, he whose establishment was one of the greatest gifts the city had received in recent years. You were truly respected, and making a good deal more money to boot.

Of course, with new money, comes new opportunities. What will you do with it?

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(You may pick up to three options maximum)

>Purchase fine clothes for yourself, and some nicer furniture and decorations for your home above the apothecary. A little frivolous perhaps, but you’ll be living in more comfort, and have more prestige too. Why not show off a little status?

>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?

>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.

>>4540461


>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.

>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.

>Save the money for now. There’s nothing you massively need to spend it on, and stockpiling it ensures safety from unexpected events, not to mention the chance to spend all that hard-earned coin on something even more valuable later on.

>You have something else in mind for what exactly you intend on doing. What are they? [WRITE IN]

Oh, fun fact by the way: this was an actual historical outbreak of Smallpox in Boston, and there was in fact a physician who provided some of the first inoculations in the Western Hemisphere during that time.

Here of course, that particular physician's career has been quite rapidly and dramatically cut short as a certain sadistic genius fill those shoes instead.

>>4540461
>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.
>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.
>You have something else in mind for what exactly you intend on doing. What are they? [WRITE IN]

Drugs, lots of them - experiment with them so we can make stuff like heroin, cocaine, and eventually the likes of proto-morphine. We may be an sadistic bastard, but we have an even bigger ego, and if there's one thing people with an ego like is achieving big things which you are showered in money and respect for. Also, can you imagine the kind of stuff we'll be able to do with fancy drugs?

>>4540469
Quite sad, but i suppose in the end the people still got inoculated. So...hooray for the side effects, i guess?

Also, i'm going to guess that it was wiggerman who 'helped' us by taking care of the physician. Sounds like he's at least willing to do more than random murder.

Maybe we should try to communicate with him at some point.

>>4540461
>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?

It's where real power lies.

>>4540461
Fine clothes and furniture, library and widen supplies

>>4540463
>>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.

>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.

>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.

>>4540470
If we get into high society, we can maybe buy into expeditions searching for rare plants. Or join a secret society. Or hear rumors of dark deeds done by other seekers of truth.

The one thing I think we’ll all agree on is the library.

>>4540480
Yeah, but that's for later. We need to get better at our own business before we deal with the high society snobs.

If we use our money to widen our range and experiment with more drugs and other stuff similar to inoculation, we'll be able to have even greater returns.

All it takes is another nice release to the wider market and we'll be so rich and famous that it won't even cost to get into high society, they'll invite us themselves.

>>4540461
>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?

>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.

>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.

Why is nobody voting to continue the experiments?

>>4540461
>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?
connections are important

>>4540495
Need mone

>>4540519
More what?

>>4540461
>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?
>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.
>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.

>>4540450
By actually help i mean we could literally make miracle drugs.
A surgery to give a paraplegic the use of their legs again, but a few years later the patient begins to hunger for the flesh of other human beings.
A pill to cure malaria but slowly drives the imbiber to fits of murderous rage.
A vaccine to prevent your child from contracting disease but their first born will be born a pitch black with compound eye.

weird shit like that

>>4540461
>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.

>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.

>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.

Drugs and Curios, a wonderful store

>>4540528
MONE! CHA CHONG! MONE!

>>4540560
We should probably only get to the intentionally crazy pills once we're an famous enough apothecary that such pills would be seen as one of those 'highly experimental and exotic treatments'.

It'd probably be very easy to find shit like that in asia too, which is also a perfect excuse. As a whole, we don't want people finding out we're an sadistic bastard. Going down as this genius medic that helped god knows how many would be very good for our bloodline.

>>4540579
Yeah I mean it doesn;t nessasarily need to be something we sell anyways. some wandering trader asks for a shipment of pills we plop a few experiments in the bag, not enough that it would ever be noticed. years later when the bug men of the kongo go on a rampage it probably isn't going to be linked back to us.

but all in all, agreed this is likely a far in the future scenario.

>>4540560
Why not both? Coca-cola had actual cocaine in their drinks, didn't do their brand any harm at all.

Pfizer makes opiates by the shit ton, too, in modern times so you can imagine how well it would do in the colonial period. You know, when cough syrup had opium in it.

>>4540461
>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.

>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.

>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?

More money is ok, but we're trying to rule this city. Getting rich is a side effect of power, and real power lies with the elite.

>>4540461
I'm happy with the pace you're providing story-wise QM, makes for interesting updates and brainstorming.

>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.

>Buy your way into some higher class events, parties and the like. Whether or not you actually enjoy yourself, they’re great for making connections with valuable people, and ensuring your name is known amongst the city elite. Plus, who doesn’t want to enjoy the luxuries of high society on occasion?

>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.

So basically experiments, drugs and connections. With a special supports for drugs for all the reasons anons listed before. Also :

>Buy a mate for Wiggerman, it'd probably eat it but maybe it'll make him happy. We like Wiggerman.

>>4540461
>Continue with your experiments. Now with more money and free time on hand, you’re in a fine position to expand on them and carry on with your “research” aiding your sadistic desires, your sense of curiosity, and potentially even obtaining something of value every now and again.
>>4540463
>Widen the range of goods you offer at the pharmacy. Whether what you buy is drugs, medical instruments or otherwise, more things to sell means a business able to attract more people. Plus you might even be able to come across things you can use yourself.

>>4540461

>Continue with your experiments
Herbert west up in this bitch

>Try building up a proper library of books, even if only a small one. Right now, most of your knowledge comes solely from your own observations and what you have overheard. Books are treasure troves of information, and from them, who knows what you might be able to glean? If nothing else, reading them will at least make for a good pastime.

Might even come across a loose page of the King in Yellow play if were unlucky

>You have something else in mind for what exactly you intend on doing. What are they? [WRITE IN]

Invest in firearms, knives, maybe a discreet gentleman who is willing to train us. We will undoubtedly come across trouble some day; so its best to deal with it smoothly when it comes.
And I believe pistol dueliers is all in the fashion amongst the nouvau rich of the new world no?

>>4540560
I like that idea. Very devilish "gifts". Perhaps meditate in torturous sadistic ecstacy for inspiration on certain molecular compounds.

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Firearms Investment - 1
Fine Living - 1
Drugs - 1
High Society - 6
Continue Experiments - 7
More Goods - 7
Books - 8

Experiments, goods and books it is!

>>4541009
Yes science
Also lets get some small animals to train surgery on .
Also any inteligent person can reign in there sadistic side beacuse you can be evil but not stupid-evil.

Hmm we could also try and look into mechanics and prosthetics beacuse its at its base transforming motion into other motions and human fingers are operated by actual strings so we could probably make a fore-arm prosthetic with functional fingers.
And there are some outlandis and interesting surgeries like cutting away the leg at the thigh and just bit over the the foot where they sew the foot on in the other direction to act as the new knee for the prosthetic leg.

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https://youtu.be/7J33khH0KjY

>>4541059
if we can somehow fuse strings with ligaments without infection we could make hands if they have the forearm left

Name of the game in bloodline quest, so we have to time to try things out. While i do think peddling narcotics and eldritch drugs on top of creating prosthetics would be dope, we're probably not going to get it done as character number 1