Grond posted:

I think the part about "self-multiplication" might be interesting here. At the end of the beach sequence we saw all NPC's duplicating again and again, maybe this had something to do with it. It doesn't explain why they spawned in the first place, but then again, we don't know why we were there either. My initial theory is that we were dreaming after getting knocked out by the Zenith Noon, but then we should have ended up in the dreamlands, right? Unless the Island is inside the dreamlands. But that part is too obtuse to make any solid speculation.

Also now that I'm thinking about it, the oil might be what allows Doubler to do his thing. It might also explain why the Shale Giant grows ever larger as time passes, as a mass of rotting flesh stuck to the rock, self replicating endlessly over time, not ever being allowed to die.

It Was Past Midnight posted:

She brought you along for one of her secret meets with Hijgan, her fellow Hyaenidae; there was a tendency for them to meet only with kine on certain serious matters.

It happened in the backroom of her restaurant, the dim goldlit room fresh-wrought with the scents of wood and the daily colony cooking. Hijgan was finishing cooking something while she offered her wisdom to the Miner, and you were going to get the first taste. It was Cheese Tomato Pie, one of the dishes that made her famous during the famine years of Anidus of her youth, alongside other miracles of the time like bacchanalia coffee, the forest berry informational, and the use of piebald stone as a digestive.

It was a dense and rich dish, taking an entire day to slowbake and then recook. It had a LOT of ground tomatos in it, which solidified into something a lot like canned tomato soup, but far more savory and complex. It was run through with lumps of tidalne cheese, a limited supply luxury without any dairy access, and supplemented by a local fungus that had the bizarre property of melting like cheese did. Lots of spices, a little wine, shredded pork, some secret powders, and plenty of greens; it was a real meal.

You're served a pie slice that's at least four times as big as necessary. Hijgan spoiled you for a number of reasons; when she first met you, you were dangerously skinny, and it offended her every Famine-born sensibility. Second, you were working like a shot pig, and she insisted you needed the caloric intake to finish growing right and become strong. Last, though, is that you were sad that day.

Sad. What a mild and inoffensive word.

You were sad enough to be sitting on the downstairs couch, where you had been for the entire evening. The Miner wasn't supposed to come home; she was going to stay overnight at the mining site. But she had come back to meet with Hijgan, and when she found you staring off into space, she didn't say anything.

She ran a hand through your hair, wrapped her arms around you, picked you up, and carried you quietly through the deep night to the little backroom. You didn't resist. There were no accusations, no jokes, no questions. You were seated in a padded rocking chair, a little lap blanket draped over you, while you sat near the stove and listened to the lovely warm sounds.

You eat, and it tastes good. It tastes GOOD, and you know it tastes good, and you want it to taste good. You want another bite. You want to finish the whole thing. You want to understand, more than anything, why the Miner is treating you like this. It makes you certain with terror it's going to be taken away. It makes you sick knowing you'll say or do something evil to end it. It makes you ashamed that you feel dirty and bad that someone wants to take care of you.

So you do the thing you spent your entire last life not doing, and you start to cry. Your eyes are hot and disgusting, and you want to forcibly spit up your food and run outside. But those feelings are overpowered into silence when two arms wrap you up and pull the blanket around you, and hold on until the idea that your body is doing something wrong is gently squeezed out of you.

You're set back down, but not left alone. You pass out in the chair with the blanket on and your belly full. The sound of the stove lulls you into exhausted dim, followed by two quiet voices. They talked about things of secret know and worry. Of a rumored spy in their ranks. Of the coming repossession by Anidus. Of the towering threats of Megalith.

But all troubled thoughts melt into black, because her hand is steadily rubbing your back.

Garbage Disposal posted:

Hey, I'm good. That was a gigantic slice of pie.

The Colors Explain Everything posted:

She's powerful. She's fast. She's smarter than she seems. She can take a true beating. Her intent is strong and clear. Her senses are as fried as a superstar's are.

She's THE HOLLYWOOD VIPER, the Thunder God, the Lightning Liaison.

It's a lot to take in. She's one of the lamia, though her snaketail looks more like a mermaid's tail, dark teal and shinescaled with the flap forked fins. It betrays her as one of the Scylla Tribe, the lamias whose rituals adapted them to the ocean. Her humanoid half is shock and awe. Lean coil-spring in build, electricity glown in her veins, covered by a sleeveless shirt patchworked from smaller ones with a custom-made rhinestone leather varsity jacket in gold and black. She rattles with a collection of chains of all sizes and lengths and metals; a truck-haul thunderstone chain is held as her weapon. Her face is ferocity, neon pink snake eyes with static-pink hair, face detailed with paints of fire pink and electric-yellow. On her head is a floppy patch-covered yellow tophat, her Crown. Inside her jacket is the unmistakable of a gun.

She doesn't like being outside of Jandoubi, and she isn't here to gently caress around with shrimp and craw.

Randalor posted:

Is it supposed to be "spells" and "power of mythos", or "spell or power" of mythos?

taiyoko posted:

Binged my way through this thread over the past couple days, looking forward to participating in voting!

The Dark posted:

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A Third posted:

(Grace Under Pressure) 12 - [3]+[2]+[2] = 7 - Success.
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Mushroom Tells All posted:

KARSUDAN
Ogre King
Archpriest

The tigergild comes into more complex focus across the endless mental landscape of sprouting mushrooms. He's so worried. He's so anxious. It's so scary. It's so bad. Kaigen's destiny is dead. It's gone. His Godstar winked out of the sky, his dreams dark of his loving visions.

Karsudan's faith is the color of crisis, that incredible clawstreak of red-orange-yellow. Hopeless, the color absence, slowly eating its way from his head to his heart. He can't stand seeing his Emperor this way. Kaigen has tried so hard, survived the end of the God's Dream, smiled along with the indignity of service to the corporation, accepted the torment of lunardom, all to have it switched off.

And now. Now. Now. Being on the run. Hiding. Skulking. Fearing. Weeping. Hunted by the miserable suited slavers. Deimos wasn't interested in pursuit, and this was supposed to be an easy moot, a guide to how it'd go down going forward, made safe by the supervision of Momma Logon's awful wisdom.

Then Jono got mouthy. Then Deimos got high. Then the cultist showed up. Then Momma Logon grew angry. Then they started shouting and all the Archpriest could do was distract himself with Kobold (hello) deal and price.

Anything. Anything for the might to smite all these unheroic. Anything to return the love of his dog-fallen Emperor.

Mushroom Tells All posted:

JONO
Werewolf King
Lisfilut

What a queasy shade of yellow, such a grating hue. It's suited to him, wearing his four smiles, mind in perpetual cunning low of a spite-delighted cruelty. The mushrooms struggle to pin down the meaning of each shade, as they flicker too rapidly. He's mad for sure. Unstable. He's loyal to Kaigen, but only because Kaigen can kill him. He's not safe. He's not kind.

Right now? He's waiting for an excuse. He's along in case Deimos tries to cheat something, but now it might turn into a free-for-all. That sounds like lunch.

Mushroom Tells All posted:

THE HOLLYWOOD VIPER
Liaison
God of Thunder

YAAAAAHHHH. Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah.

electricalstimsignalsmixlockdownwiththejectject JANGLESOMENECK

Wild wild. Gone gone. Wracked neverending with meth-ological neuropray it's HOLY to backyard scream. Little pimple poo poo get slapcrack tailwhip one chain slap slap his brain gonna go the full pink then you SEE. THEY ALL DRINK.

Hate be outta Jandoubi hate little suitslacks hate muscle dreams and fox screams why you livin' STUPID

Had to meet My Girl Dance had to Liaison so she could advance. Pilgrims WALK.

Mushroom Tells All posted:

DEIMOS
Agent
Cardsharp

Oh but it's over now. The colors carnelian are all dim in wroth. Big bitch snake from the big poo poo lake. Ruined what was already wrecked. Made call to talk it out with the Kaigen faithful. Promise them quiet backdoors if they kept eye out for Merkja and the Shadow. Turn a blind eye, keep it as a back pocket ace to sell them out when needed. The smartplay. The Agent way. The live to cheat another day.

But Momma don't jive. She didn't like the talk. There wasn't gonna be sanctuary after this. Then, then, then, bolt from the blue, but it was pink and singing the antimatter blastnotes. Biggest bitch. Cultist creeps. You're telling the snake her place. That she was foreign body here the same as him and Kaigen. You tried the appeal, said Momma was here first, that the cult was bigger infection than MC&D. No dice. Shown the door. Escalate the argument with the punk scale whore.

They'd get your back- two Kings trumps a Drama Queen.

Randalor posted:

I think saying Hello to the werewolf is a safer bet than holding a gun to Deimos' head. The werewolf is spoiling for a fight, but he also seems to have a "survival of the fittest" mindset, and Deimos seems to be on the edge of snapping as it is. I wonder what his reaction would be to Deimos snapping and freaking out just from the apparent sight of us, as the Regalia seems like it would only affect one person when used.

taiyoko posted:

I thought the gun was to the Tyrant Child's head, to evoke the memories of when they met him in the forest? Still, I am all for "loving with Deimos whenever possible".

The Dark posted:

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"Nobody Forgot That Day posted:

19XX: The beginning of the Time of the God. Experiments in using Mythos power have finally gone utterly out of control, unleashing exponential destroyers on the War-worn world. 90% of life is lost, with 75% of planetary landmass uninhabitable from bombing carnage, Mythos spells, entities, or infestations, protomatter rebellion, or outright sinking into the ocean to join Mu, Atlantis, and Hyperborea - most often because someone summoned the God for those holy few seconds of almighty Radiance.

In these years, at all times, from all points in the world, Unknown Kadath is visible on the northmost horizon, rising beyond the crown of the sky.



You were there the day it came up over the world, that final ice-black mountain.

Radio Free Walrus posted:

I really hope the gun we end up using for the upcoming scene is the Revolver and not the Moloch Buster!

Radio Free Walrus posted:

I really hope the gun we end up using for the upcoming scene is the Revolver and not the Moloch Buster!

Marluxia posted:

I mean, it would resolve the conflict there rather quickly.