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VOTING CLOSED - The Dragon Called It, 'A Token Of Valor' Cast out the Silver Mind to find Beach Bae, risking a touch of Doubler. [!ESP β Check 13] - 11 [Murderous Intent] HAHAHA NO THANK YOU LET'S CLEAN HOUSE, HOPE BAE ISN'T INSIDE [-Cthughan Fireworks] - 1 Attempt Clouding and walk the perimeter. [PSI Clouding ɑ Check 13] - 1 [Lionheart] Bear the Oilstained Shield and go inside the Nest, calling for Beach Bae. - 13 LOADING...  ...LOADING [Equipping 'Oilstained Shield']
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Uh-oh...  Here's hoping for some lucky Block rolls if (when...) we get into another epic rat battle of this story. 
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PepperedMoth posted:epic rat battle of this story. u fuckre
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Eh, this may have been the least-bad option all things considered. Why risk the inevitable failure when you can just mitigate the problem. We don't know what stat Block runs off of, but our Dexterity is 11, so 14 or under to block attacks is not bad, and Strength is just lol-tier if it does run off of that.
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 [Equipped 'Oilstained Shield'] [Defense is now -5] [Block enabled] [Equipped ''] [] [Got Smaaaash!! Trait] OST: NEST The mushrooms think for you, and they manage to do it twice; you recall back to the night before and quickly tuck away your most precious feather. It's safe from ripping rat teeths, and instead find yourself in the strange of shield and sword. You toss on Play's başéb́ąl͠l͜ c͞a̡p͏,́͠ n̕͠o̵w͢͠ c̨ǫ̶̕l̀͡o͏̡r̴͜e̸̶d͞ a̸ w̴a͢r͏m̨͞ t͝ealish, and feel old Valkyr relief. It feels so so nice fitted over your crown, even if it looks a bit silly. You flip it around so your sight has no obstruct, and to let the brim cover your itchy neck. You sniff the stinky air and stark into the sand paths, carefully walking around the lazing and industrious little deformed rats. The sky's threat... maybe shelter with a Lord, instead of a Lord without shelter, would be more wise. You start to dash, making a great bound across the dark sands, not a single Doubler bothering to double its way to you as you gain wraithspeed into sword-shield-shroud unity before you tuck-leap-roll right into [NEST]. You crash down a longroll into a sudden stop at the bottom of a nesting hill. You rise to a strange fractal world within the twiggy minilith, so small with vast. For you, it's a simple walking space that's littler than the outer bulk promises. But it's so much bigger where the twigs lock lock twigs interlock, creating tiny tiny promises of patterns that fractal and fold, doubling doubles who then Doubler a Doubler, meaning there's essentially a hidden planet of little teeny ratways folded fractal inside the twigs, which lock, and then interlock. You think about it, and the mushrooms help by taking it on when you do it twice. The Second Thought! It's here! You kneel down and evade its bearing by instead going monofocus on the surround sound. You're in... a great twiggy atrium. Busy little nesty place with a central spire of nice little accommodations for those in Lordly visit. There's abodes and stacked twigbracks, following dual-layer designs to make comfortable hidey holes for two of all manners of by-2 sized beings. It'd be so nice to nap inside of one... but you're here for a Bae, not a stay. You clear your mushroom-troubled psychics, and choke on the God-loving-AWFUL stink of so much wet lovely rat. Augh! You spit it out and march on, knowing you should search about careful and fast before Doubler does whatever it takes for it to start the twofold void-motion. You hiraise shield. You lowsling sword. What a feeling. Braving the dark of the fractal nesting. Blade and barrier, cloak and cap, secure and brave with a heart crying emerald. Did your parasite know that? It does now, and it's absolutely captivated by the glitter of an emerald shimmering from stormlight. It's been red for so long that it simply forgot green could be this captivating. It longs for it, doesn't it? Red may oppose Blue, but oh Green is so close and so its own hue, it can't help but cry want. So you brave, heart laughing hyena with something hidden, and rage on through to the base of the great nest-core, where it spirals out from shell to vastless fractal interior. There you find the spire purpose; visiting stations. Where Doubler can be Call. Look- there's light in the awful storming twig-shadow dark! There's the shimmers of lamps and neons, waterlits and gloams! You turn the corner with a swift side-dash ready of war, sword and shield paired to see theuhh-  'Double Third Meme'n'Merch Bar'? ???? You rub your eyes fierce. No. Yes. With the telltale glimmer of something blue-wished under the yellow-themes. Seems to be a clean Paradisio-styled mini all-mart and minibar. It's fully powered and loaded with a garish stuff-full of yellow Doubler-themed... everythings. Masks. Plushies. Handheld games. Neon signs. Cages. Cellular culture take-home kits. Water feed bottles. Branded towels. Awful sunglasses. Yellow diaries with rat stickers. Lord-themed slushies. Mini fridges of themed snacks. Double Puffs. Yellow Devil Pudding. Twinsauce. Brochures for better rat (and Ratling) treatment. Dozens more. There's also a bunch of what looks like head-sized leans with curtains that go over the head, so you can watch and browse Best Of The Rat's memetic infamy among what must be the Backup, going by the design. There's even a half-hidden bathroom door. You snap out of the intake and know with fractal fungal logic that you gotta act fast. Of course you're going to go in and raid the bar. You will NOT touch the store merch, because God knows what Lordly curses are creeping over them. Besides, the only thing you'd want is a t-shirt, and you don't want a neon-yellow Doubler memeshirt! You want your black Camp shirt. It's gone. It's gone and you're never going to forgive them. It hurts so bad that you get to the minibar and sit down and bite your lip to not cry. You want your shirt! It was everything! It was real! You're a Black Crows Champion and you want to prove it every time you meet someone! You're smashing the counter and sniffing bad, the fungus massaging it out of you against your will. You feel sick and insecure and scared. You feel so mad. SO angry they took it away without asking. You wish you could tell anyone, but you're alone in a horrible little rat nest and you're crying very quietly, and you want the shirt you picked when Red and Blue asked you and you became a Champion the second you did. You calm down quickly as it passes through you, and your mushroom-warmed limbs effortlessly liquid your body over the tiny yellowlight glass bar and down to grab some goods before you bolt to what has to be either a Bae or a Bad Day. Either way... You grab, grab, and you go. Vault out, turn don't shout. There's rats now. There's eyes, two, and two times. There's a pair in every fractal hidey-hole twig-peek. If you keep looking, you'll look twice, and two eyes will become twenty eyes will become two thousand eyes will become Third Lord End. You have to look away. Blank your mind. Open fungus and silver. Don't look at the twigs. Don't realize that two is two billions eyes. Doubler double double doubling doubling. Just climb the central of the nest. Don't think. (PSI Clouding ɑ) 13 [1]+[2]+[3] = 6 - Success! Scurry. Like the rats. Don't look, don't listen. Ignore. Move silent. Up out and away. Now, do it gentle careful softly softly. Stand now holding on to the outer rim of one of the warm little sleeping holes, where you must not dare rest, and call up and out. Let the mushrooms help you carry it.  (![ER_INV҉A̷̡̧̛L̸͆͢҉I̕҉̴̧̝D̸̤͢]) 13 [4]+[1]+[5] = 10 - Success!! What are you doing? Song makes mushrooms gold. Even you're surprised by how far your voice can go, lungs bubbling gentle as you make the most subtlesong callings for the babe. You inhale the wretched air and don't look, thinking clouding unseen, and slowclimb while you wait for a response. Don't react to the scuttles of somethings deep in the slimy twig walls. You don't hear anything, so you pull down Play's copycap tight and climb further up the pillar for reception while you risk out a mental call to follow up with the songsent. (!PSI ESP β) 11 [3]+[2]+[3] = 8 - Success!!! You exhale and clear out every last nagging thought. It's easy, when loving rainbow mushrooms can so effortlessly regulate a psiloflow of psychic triage in the middle of hell. The Silver Mind shines bright and strange, its immense infinite infiltrated by so much of the rainbow darkness, psychic feedback going supercharge soft with clarity-clean. It's so easy to think past Doubler's mind, and then you do it twice. There! Beach Bae is uh... she... she's down? Oh. Huh. She is, her greenhue brain is spackled strange right down back where the shop was. You climb down careful and trying to pretend you meant to do that all along, the mushrooms covering your anxiety and worry into easybone descent. You realize that the clouding and the songcall were both necessary, each being one of two parts for the third effect of keeping Doubler off your back. Here, right? Okay. Oh! Of course. The bathdoor in the back, behind the shirt racks. She's there. Open it up. Open the door and look inside the bathroom, dark with yellow tile narrow, one sink and toilet; look at how she's there. Her head half in the toilet, hair draped over everything a mess. Body just... not there. Not there. Too many rats. Arm there? Arm there, waving hi to you while the half-cleaned face rolls the eye and the waterlogged mouth tries to speak. The rats are very thorough in their cleaning. They're such good little groomers. You take it in and just blink, too gone protected under the psychics to fully intake what's happening. So you say, hi, you, say it twice; hi. Oh, you see. Little rats are such good groomers, and Beach Bae is such a babe, she's so sweet to them. So good to Doubler. But she's all sick. hosed up bad. She's full of bad meat and it needs to be cleaned. It has to grow back in fresh. But first it has to be cleaned, and it has to be done twice. Dozens of rats are bruxing and boggling, such good good little cleaners. Beach Bae speaks and she can't form words but you Hear her anyways because you have a silvered brain with fungus satellites. Yo, she says. Hi, you say. Awkward pause. You dig into your bag. What's up, she asks. I'm trying to remember, you say. More pauses. Industrious rats clean. There's a lot of Sick Grow. They're just the best groomers. Did you like them, she asks? Like the whats, you say? The 100 Cutest Double-Moments reel!!  It was awesome, and so is Doubler, you lie. Beach Bae giggle-gurgles in the toilet bowl, eye rolling. You smile and then, for the third time, you remember. Your boy wanted you to get a letter, you say. Her head almost gains the strength to come up out of the bowl - Shop! Yeah. Um. You stick out the letter, which the mushrooms, in concert with the Silver Mind, tricked your hand into retrieving before you forgot. One arm comes out of the cleaning to gentle gentle clench. You press the letter in. You press twice. Do it. Wrap her weakest fingers around the open letter, and then extend bend to let her read it with one rolling eye. It's not enough. You have to hold her just right to let in the light so she can read it private. This means you're going to be cleaned. You hold on and lean. Ignore the rats crawling on you now. Ignore it. Ignore it again. They're cleaning now. 「Dual Clean」 Mm! 2 HP of bad meat cleaned off nice and sweet! You have to hold it. You have to angle the door to let in the light to let her read the letter; she needs help. You have to ignore what's happening. 「Dual Clean」 Mmmm! 2 HP of bad meat cleaned off nice and sweet! Oh, what's a portion more? 2 HP of bad meat scraped clean sweet! What a treat! She's reading it now. Keep reading, Bae. Her eye is tearing up and her hand is shaking and you have to hold her very very still while they're cleaning, cleaning. 「Dual Clean」 MMMMMM! 2 HP of bad meat, 2 HP of bad meat, 2 HP of bad meat, what a what a tasty treat! How much of your legs and arms are clean, now? Cleaned, cleaned, red soaking through. Oh it's such a surgical sweet clean and you have to let her finish reading, let her finish fighting her head up to murmur and weep and burble in toiletwater. 「Dual Clean」 Mm, mm, mm, mm. 2 HP, yes two, 2 HP yes two yes two, 2 HP oh yes two two two, 2 HP it's all true, of bad bad meat, Double-stripped from you. Her eye rolls back and she collapses fully into the blood-filling toilet. They're cleaning her spine now, plucking out all that awful cancersweet, letting her magics weave it all back in. (WL - Do. Not. Scream.) 11 [3]+[2]+[3] = 8 - Success!!! You stand, shaking your body free, say goodbye and thank you, close the door, and stumble out of the store, all without making a single terrible sound. You're kneeling shield-sword to the twiggy mess floor, blood dripping in temptfeed to the fractals beyond. Your arms and legs, clean clean clean. Horrorsensitive skinless. You force yourself into the lean of the superpsychic, spreading the stupendous pain away and into your own infinite inner fractal, reflecting it to somewhere later while you face escape from a lair now aware, now aware. You stumble and stride, thankful for your cap, everything swirling from your neurons enduring a terrible storm of signals in conflict. You make your way back around the base and to where you feel you can find an uphill into the shell, only to find something that you intellectually understand, but have yet to internalize as a true proper 'Oh God oh poo poo oh no' No matter where you look, there's the twigs, and in those twigs, there is no shell to pierce for escape; there's just the fractal of more and more twigs, hiding rats hiding rats, the expanse inside only ever double double doubling doubling. What do you do? You can't burn the place down while Bae is in it! Y ͠͝҉  'CRUSH! CRRRUUSSH.' Wh... ͠͝҉ posted:Levity exclaims, "That was gross!" ...at? Your head vertigos, eyes flickering double-blur until you regain balance and feel your body drag itself behind a bulk of twiggy cover. Explosion. Tankfire. Collapse. Wood crunchpling, ratstuff sogging. Two immense chunks blow over into fractal rainfall, revealing the terrible sky above. You can't see out, but you can see the eerie patterns of powerful Light that scatters irregular and with threatening heats. You circle to stare over the twig pile with your shield up, wondering if you... you did? You actually did. There she is, plain as the two eyes in you. The tank-shelled Pluto, gnashing her mighty claws while her colors flicker through the madness of anger and the fear of yellow. Her hatch is swung open and cannon retracted for reload, leaving her in a thudding scuttle of finding twig-floor strong enough to bear her weight. You spring out and with instant light, your mushrooms send psychic signal in prayer praise surprise to the joysight of the powerful Pluto. Nyx! Nyx! She turns with claws high. Sees you, how her fungus does see, and recoils with claws higher, colors in a freak of fearfuls. Nyx? You sling low shield and sword, bloodied stumbling out of the twigmess to get closer to the escape, while the woods shivers with a fractal of angry meeces; oh, how they'll clean you to pieces. You approach once more as she scuttles back, and your psionic fungal signals powers through her malformations to ping her with recognition. But what comes back is something neither your mushrooms or you expected. Nyx recognizes you. But she doesn't know who you are. Terrible rainbow colors burst from her head, her body language crab-fear as she dances from side to side in confusion. She speaks at a panic's pace. 'Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!' She doesn't retreat this time when you limp closer for protection. The rats are staring. They're staring with twofold eyes, from inside the interlock, the twigs, interlocking. You need to escape. Please, Nyx. But she's in a panic, and your mushrooms can't quite capture why. Only her gentle monotone and static colors reveal the distress caused by the contact. 'Help! Help! Mom! Mom!' Ow! She maxed here speaker volume when she called that, running for the long slope escape with her claws held out in calling. What does she mean? You can feel it faint through the pain distribution, the fungal sensations of so much distress. Do you look that banged up? You're too mushroom'd and rat-cleaned to think straight, so you charge for the Pluto to hitch a ride up the grand slope. Is it really that far a fall down?! It's swirling, rat-fractal, a cliff of crumbly climb towards a pitch black sky, boiling with scars of light that threaten to birth a spill of photonic ill. So of course, before you can climb, Doubler decides to make itself known, and it's going to do it twice. ANXIETY: [Mushroom%] HP: [ 5 / 25 ] FP: [ 12 / 15 ] But at least, Nyx has joined your party.
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What happened to our Camp shirt again?
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Podima posted:What happened to our Camp shirt again? I don’t remember either 
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Sep 23, 2022 21:25
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We lost the photo at the MC&D SC&P lab... did we lose the shirt there too and not reclaim it, or was it just destroyed at some point?
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Sep 23, 2022 21:38
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Podima posted:What happened to our Camp shirt again? We lost it when we got captured in the dream and stripped, it wasn't with our belonging when we retrieved them. I am going to go ahead and say that the sunburners brew is probably not useful for drinking, but being able to make a nuclear molotov should really count for something.
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loving hell. e: I am thoroughly in favour of taking the Sunburner liquor in order to burn this horrible place to the ground.
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Thanks for your patience everyone! Don’t get covid, and make sure to manage your work schedule to avoid burnout that makes you illness prone. Stay hydrated! Voting ends tonight.
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I just came back from a three day employer sponsored bender lol
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VOTING CLOSED - When You Have Two Rats You Offer Two Drinks Rage - 3 Joy - 11 Celerity - 10 '2am Sharps', Doubler-themed yellow-sweet vodka. - 2 'Lucy's Reasons', a Backup-themed unflavored sange with glittered uppers. - 10 'Apéritifira', a Sunburner-themed tang wine with nuclear processings. - 12 Doubler [Killing] - 7 Doubler [Eurekan!] - 20 Doubler [^2] - 6 Doubler [Bonebrux] - 21 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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So I guess Bae uses !Lifegiver on herself to heal from Doubler's abuse, until eventually that meat grows cancerous, so she relies on Doubler to clean it up and then regenerates herself again? That's kinda hosed. There's love there certainly (at least from Bae, I don't believe anyone else could've set up that store in the middle of the nest), but it's kind of like an unhealthy codependent relationship or something. quote:[Equipped ''] quote:You toss on Play's başéb́ąl͠l͜ c͞a̡p͏,́͠ n̕͠o̵w͢͠ c̨ǫ̶̕l̀͡o͏̡r̴͜e̸̶d͞ a̸ w̴a͢r͏m̨͞ t͝ealish, and feel old Valkyr relief. Did Play to Off give us her cap at any point? I believe we just equipped that weird glitched empty piece of equipment we got after the 3rd year death efflorescence fight... And the game used Play to Off's Relic to fill the missing data since we just spoke to her? Maybe? So it looks like it's kind of a weird mix between the Valkyrie's relic and Play to Off's relic. Also wtf is Nyx doing here in the mountain. Why is she calling us Mom? Is this Holy End Nyx? Grond fucked around with this message at 14:55 on Sep 24, 2022 |
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I am stoked we have fungus-crab-tank-alien in the party - I wonder what kind of double tech it'll bring!
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Radio Free Walrus posted:I am stoked we have fungus-crab-tank-alien in the party - I wonder what kind of double tech it'll bring! You fool, don't give the rat any ideas!!
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I am actually dying at the Meme'n'Merch Bar. Grond posted:So I guess Bae uses !Lifegiver on herself to heal from Doubler's abuse, until eventually that meat grows cancerous, so she relies on Doubler to clean it up and then regenerates herself again? In short, I want allll the Doubler merch in the bar please. Especially the plushies. I want to see how fractal plushies work..
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Are you OK, BA? The rona can be a real fucker sometimes even if you’re vaxxed. No pressure on the update, especially if you’re still ill.
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Tomorrow’s Tuesday
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Yea, today is Tuesday and I’m returning with an update once morning work is over. It’s been slow, and I usually don’t like raining excuses. Work burnout has been bad along with adjusting to a new schedule and handling some health issues alongside a dozen other things that added up. Also I’m trying to build a new computer so I can do stuff to run this game a lot faster, so that’s been a delayer too. :/
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Black August posted:Yea, today is Tuesday and I’m returning with an update once morning work is over. It’s Tuesday in the peace thread too…
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Black August posted:Yea, today is Tuesday and I’m returning with an update once morning work is over. The most important thing is to take care of yourself. I hope that things get better for you soon.
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+1 to taking care of self in an apocalypse
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[Dammit! It's happening, and of course it'd be unlucky enough to happen twice. The Nest was a Social Nest, as is high-% typical of the western one, which meant it was possibly rife with Backup partying with Beach Bae. That luck didn't happen; the store-bar was empty, but a risky search action produced a few potions without getting a merch-curse. Then it was a question of finding Beach Bae to finish the sidequest and then bug out before Doubler caught on. But then, just when stability seemed to finally have settled in, it happened. Trying to use PSI to sense where Bae may be instead resulted in the glitched skill being used, which froze the screen while that same song clip played again- what does it mean? What is it hinting at? It didn't do anything, instead activating the PSI scan as if nothing had happened.] [Beach Bae was in the bathroom, which meant it was already too late. Doubler was there, dutifully cleaning out all of her rotted soggy meat, all so she could regrow and begin her circle-roam of care again. That means Doubler will surely come out, and Bae is too far gone to help or be of help. But the Nest can't be torched if the promise is to be kept... which means there's going to be war with a Lord. If the game is losing cohesion again, what does that mean? Already the ascii is garbling as it loads in the fight; for some reason, Nyx's tile appears right next to the character before the war begins.]  OST: NEST It happens. It happens, and then it happens; it happens twice. Doubler tears out through the twiggy slope. Doubler pulls in from the woody ground. You're torn quantum-clean in two, Nyx follows/follows with you. Your mushrooms come in with the save of grace, whirling your neurons across their seconds, multiplied by the Pluto's panic of rainbow concern. Clarity spikes your nerves as you draw your sword, as you draw your gun, as you realize everything is going to be done and it's going to be done twice; you're trapped inside the quantum, the Third Lord a neverending state of collapse whose field you are now within. You're here, and you're here twice, So you tumble the fall and look back at you who looks back at you who looks back at Nyx who looks back at Nyx who looks back through, round to loop two, starting again with Lordslay you. You slide back to bottom of the twiggy slope, body scratched to slimy hell by the wood. You stand up, and you do it twice, refusing to vomit when your stomach slams into your stomach. The mushrooms manage just enough of the hellish mental load you're twice-under, spreading it out across all four of you two in fungal synchronicity, inside the two and two-again coordination of quantum battle. Doubler is here, see? YOU vs BLESSED OF THE MOUSE QUANTUM CALAMITY THE THIRD LORD  ͏ ͜ ̨҉ ̴̀͜ ̡́́ ̨͟͢͝ ̢́̕͘ ̸̵̡̡̀ ̵̴͢͢͢͠ ̵̡̀͟҉̕ ̷̸̡̧̛̕͘ ҉̷̛̀͘͢͡ ̷̛̀̀͘͢͡ ̷̧̕͟͏͏̴͘ ̢́͡͝҉̀̕̕ ̨̨҉́͏̷͝͝ ̧́̕͞҉̶̵͝ ̸̶̸͘͡҉̧͢ ͏̨̡̕͟͝͠͏ ̶̸̢͟҉͘͠͠ ̶̢̨͘̕͟͠͡ ̷̶̛҉̷̴̢͡ ̷͝͡҉͟͜͢͞ ̴̡́̕͜͏̷͞ ͏̨̕͟҉̢͜͠ ̛͟͠͞͝͡͝ ̀̀͏̡̨͘͝ ̵̴̧̡͜͢ ̷͜҉̷̡͏ ̸̵̴́́ ̴̵̕͘͏ ̴̴̀͞ ̧̢̀̕ ̵̴͝ ̶̡ ͏͘ ̛ ͘ ͏̘͝ ̧͞ͅ ̛̘̣͞͡ ̸̟̯̕͟͝ͅ ̡̰̘̙̀͘͜ ̸̴̨͡҉͙͔̺̤ ̧͠͡҉̗̯͎̭͠ ̧͏̡͜͏̢̬͔̰͖͖ ͡͏̵҉̢̯͕̗͉̫͘ ͟͢͟͠͏̴͈͓̟̹̯̭͡ ̸̷̨̡̣̪̦̱̦͘͜͡ͅ ͏̷̴̸͓̪͍͉̜̘͚́͘̕͠ ̸҉̸̨̛͟͡͏̩̫̝̬̠͍̟ ̷̛́͏̨̫͓̘͍̗̝̟̀̀͠ ͏̴̧̧̛̯̮̘̬͕͚̞́͠͝ ̴̷̀͞͏̴̶̴̬̫̼͔͓̮ͅ ͘͏̷͠҉̧҉̛̘̣̙̳̼͇͍ ̨̢̧̧͔̦̝̥̭̞̪͢͟͠͠ ̶̵̡̢̛̛̕͏̯̟̞͔̱̭̩ ̸̶̵̢̛̛̤̜̝̝̖͈̫́͘ ̴̷̷̧͎͎̗͓̰̺̀̕͝͞ͅ ̶̨̧͟͟҉͈̗̣̖͓̠͙͞͠ ͟͠͏̵̷̨̧̢̮̭͚͕͍͎̝ ̀̕͏̸̢̡͎̝̲̪̝͉́ ̴̡̛́͜͏̴̝̠̝̝̭͖ ̢̢̨̛҉̟̺͍̬͚̜͟͠ ̴̷̸̵͇̬͉͔͕̕̕ ̧͞͏́͢҉̗͉̠̖̱ ̲̦̺̹́́̀͞͠ ̴̸̛̼̬͍͠ ̴̵̻̻͇͘͜ ̵̡̨̫͔ ̴҉͉͈̀ ͏҉͕ ́ YOU vs BLESSED OF THE MOUSE QUANTUM CALAMITY THE THIRD LORD  WAR WITH A LORD posted:NO! Stop! Don't reach out with Silver insight, with Fungal curiosity! You'll do it with both of them, and that'll mean you're doing it twice; Doubler will know. But you can guess, you can try to assess when there's the moment-strike. God knows you'd reveal secrets for one Doubler, only for them to actually apply to the other. This is blind. This is faith. This is the cat, pawing the rat. You have two hands - you need two slays. WAR WITH A LORD posted:You act, but you refuse to act twice, lest Doubler know and punish you for the audacity. HP: [ -7 / 25 ] FP: [ 12 / 15 ] & HP: [ 1 / 25 ] FP: [ 13 / 15 ] Resolves into... HP: [ -3 / 25 ] FP: [ 12.5?? / 15 ]  But not for long. The Lord is dead, and it's dead twice, which slams close the quantum and resolves itself into you, just you, and Nyx now trapped in the between. You can't be both on the floor of the collapsing nest and nearly at the top, so Doubler's power leaves you somewhere between on the slope as the meat waterfalls down, shredded to gorespray by the raging drill. Your spirit animal comes back to full strength as the mimic-spirit explodes, its spells fully out of control as the meat cooks and swells out from the dying fractals. You're going to drown in wet raw flesh... but Nyx is still strong, still grinding away to free you. One more throw- one last push. You crawl to be fully atop Nyx's shell, rehooking back in with the shield while you pull your sword out. She isn't going to make it up a second time with her weight slipping on so much slick. You have to ascend, but the gravity is so strong. But not. As strong. As yours. (!Darkness - Gravity) 20 [1]+[5]+[5] = 11 - Success! [-21 HP] Silent scream. Vision gone white. A fist raised to the empty in command; density decreases. Meat and twigs are thrown up into the sky with a sudden loss of tether. Nyx begins to make incredible progress, sloppy-climbing as she adjusts to her lightness. You're pouring red, body a horrormass of lost sanguine sizzling into dark vapors. The drill and her claws do the powerscale, and you shelter under shield as hot meat splashes down in the confusion of gravity-loss. It all seems to go to plan until the final ascent, beach collapsing right into the nest as water and sand flood to mix with twig, fry, and flesh. You think Nyx will make the last leap, and she does- but she does it with help she didn't expect, as from below the meat ROARS upward, the entire earth becoming a massive springboard that launches the less-dense Pluto and you at the exact moment she powerleaps. You're sent so far up into the air you can't see clear, losing the Pluto as debris flies past you. Panic sets in, and you twist to hold on to your reduced density for dear life. The fall speeds up and slows down irregular as your heart fights to keep beating, the sky confusing your sight with the strange flashes of too-bright cutting across the pitch black. Then you land soft in water. LET YOUR LUNGS BUBBLE! HOLD IN WHAT TINY AIR YOU HAVE! (HT - DO NOT INHALE) 15 [4]+[3]+[3] = 10 - Success! You're swirling. Somethings are moving past you. Is it meat? Rats? Wood? Are you drowning again, looking for him among the sinking waves? You kick and surge up with your density starting to deform back to baseline. You sink and rise, moving with surprising ease as the shark-installs of your suit helps you move. Head breaches surface, and you fight mad to get back to shore. Quicker! SOMETHING JUST CRAWLED ACROSS YOUR NECK, LITTLE CLAWS TRYING TO CLING ON! (ST - SWIM FOR GOD) 25 [4]+[2]+[6] = 12 - Success! vs (Doubler - Wait For Us!) [6]+[3]+[3] = 12 - Uh oh! That's two 2's! Guess that's even. Guess that's fair. No progress?! You get ahead, but the little swarmy swimmers just barely keep up... and then the number of chasers doubles in size, and then, it doubles AGAIN. You'll be nibbled so many times if they get close enough - nibbled to death! You have to swim again, swim twice, to the last stretch before shore. (ST - SWIM FOR GOD II) 25 [3]+[5]+[1] = 9 - Success! vs (Doubler - Wait For Us Too!) [4]+[6]+[3] = 13 - Wait, a 13?! That's not very Doubler at all! Rats.  You get ahead! You scream, bleeding streak red through the blue, pumping madness as the nest floods and collapses. Kicking off rats, yanking them out as they try to slip into your hair and suit, pushing through meat clumps and twigflows, finally crashing into sand that you scramble onto and then keep running. Don't stop. Don't. Can't. The sky is going insane. The noise is insane. The rats won't stop screaming. The collapse is cacophony. Where is Nyx?! You have to escape. Run up the shore and into the grassy warm fields. Don't look back. Don't stop. Body is going to tear itself apart. The fungus is burning out rapidly trying to keep your bloodburnt limbs loose, the massive Manadose they were charged with mostly used up after the insane stunt of escaping the nest. You're lost in the chaos of biology, moving with no purpose but Flight, lungs bursting with hot bubbles that you drool-belch out inbetween vein-stressing inhales of the drying airs. What do you see? So dark. Pale greens. Open fields. Distant mountains. Sky flashing. You're miles before your legs give out and you smash-tumble across the warm grassy ground. You twitch and thrash, still trying to run even when collapsed, finally regaining control when a sound sets off your ultra-active senses. Psychic acuity flings you to rise on one knee, shield up and gun aimed over it as you finally return to your senses. HP: [ -24 / 25 ] [Near Death!] FP: [ 7.5 / 15 ] Howls. Dogshapes, running free in the wide open. Dozens of them, eyes glinting. Sky pitch black, but why? Storm, but no rain. Instead the sky seems to light up in weird pus-patches of sickly bright, and then you watch as a black cloud droops, swells, brims with pale, and then BURSTS as a spray of raw light streaks down to splash-lash the earth with an evil scathing of windy burning bright. Your eyes widen painfully, almost blinded as the world fades to black again. It's happening more frequently, each spraying split of the sky more intense than the last! The flashes reveal how hosed you are; there are wolves closing in on you from all sides, and you can't run back to the Doubler-clogged beach. What do you do?! The fierce of adrenaline is still with you, just enough to give hope for a way back out.  What does survival mean? (Voting ends tomorrow morning.)
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tFUCKINGmesis posted:The most important thing is to take care of yourself. I hope that things get better for you soon. Dr_Gee posted:+1 to taking care of self in an apocalypse Took the advice and took a break to get my affairs sorted, since I wasn't getting any better. Now we're back.
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Glad poo poo's improving for ya. And this update has been a bright spot in an otherwise lovely day for me!
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hm, yes, north seems the most interesting RN, tho we will need to go report back to shatty at some point AND i don't think we returned the pack either. I see out charlist updated to "1 nest destroyed" which doesn't count as a missed chance, guess that's...a good thing. Either way, big ups for updating, nice damage numbers etc etc
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Glad to see you're back and well.
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VOTING CLOSED - Out Of The Fry-Cooker, Into The Grease Fire Fight through northeast back to the treehouse. - 7 Fight through south back to the Rivergreen. - 3 Escape west into open land without a fight. - 8 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Did everyone pick West just because it's heading to the "Dog's Run", oddly appropriate....?
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Marluxia posted:Did everyone pick West just because it's heading to the "Dog's Run", oddly appropriate....? In my case, it was a "we just fuckin got out of a Double nest, let's try to avoid trouble for at least long enough to hopefully heal up or something a bit."
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Oh boy oh boy oh boy, an update! I missed the vote entirely, but I probably would have voted West for the sake of not getting into too many battles while at -24 HP. (Though I'd love to encounter some friendly puppies, which is surely what awaits in that direction. Right???)Glad things are going better for you, Black August. Also, I really like the graphic for the latest loading screen.
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PepperedMoth posted:(Though I'd love to encounter some friendly puppies, which is surely what awaits in that direction. Right???) Go back and reread the update. We have a bunch of puppies around us already!!!
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...Ah, I see how it is. So we're beelining straight into a confrontation with Kaigen, possibly in an attempt to gain his cooperation for dealing with the other Doubler nests. There are certainly far worse options out there, so might as well give it the ol' Camp try, right?
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Mersenne posted:...Ah, I see how it is. Iirc the big bad wolf we voted for was the relatively friendly doctor, not Kaigen.
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The Silver Mind posted:
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Huh, so we are bleeding over to Heaven End. Or whatever the other End is, and they're stuck on whatever path we choose. I think.
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We’re back!!
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