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Outrail posted:Niiiice. Let's take a quick Look at this....thing. Int+Occult: 1d10o10h8 1 Huh..didn't expect any sort of help here. So whatever this thing is, Dapper Dan is right that it's not an Unchained. It's feeding off your Aether (alarmingly fast) so it's likely a cryptid. But as you look at the flies you see that they aren't organic, they seem to be totally robotic. This trips a memory of yours that you once, decades ago, heard about some sort of project or Angel the Machine had created. A intelligent drone swarm used to find and spy on Unchained. It apperently became a bit of a boogyman for the more active Unchained in the 80s and 90s but you never encountered it or ever met anyone who did. You even remember what it was called, because it was far too on the nose. Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies.
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Can we transform back and stop the aether drain?
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Toughy posted:Can we transform back and stop the aether drain? We can currently transform back, but it would not stop the Aether drain as I understand it. Being around him at all is allowing him to feed on Dapper Dan and us.
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Feb 17, 2022 16:43
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B - We don't know if this thing can follow us once it's done here, best to tie up the loose end
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Feb 17, 2022 18:37
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24ish hour notice. So far we're planning to try to tag team it with Dapper Dan
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Oh ya,forgot to vote. B yeah this needs to be contained now
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“Um....truce?” you ask Dapper Dan your pleading still audible through both “Drift”’s buzzing and your own metallic blade-on-blade rasp. Dan looks you over with contempt. “First him, then you.” Good talk. They are faster than you, at least at first. Dan takes the calm before the shitstorm to whistle a piercing blast at the cryptid. It makes the monster reel back Dan already is shifting into his demonic form.  His veins start to glow under the skin, taking on a red glow and pulsing slightly as you start to hear the thrum of some unseen engine. For a moment Dapper Dan stands there, his circulatory system on display as his skin shifts from the rumpled suit and ashen skin of the fat mobster, so something metallic, with swirling and disturbing red lines racing each other over it in an unsettling display. Towards his forearms, the veins and red swirls start to thicken and blacken, as if infected, culminating in a pair of sickened, black bone blades dripping hissing venom. His head shifts into a visage of glory and terror, with copper bearings as eyeballs and a wild mane of wire and assorted plugs and cables for hair.  The shift is sudden and terrible and gives you a momentary opportunity to attack. So you punch Drift. It’s the only thing you can think to do. With all four of your arms you dive at the swarm, which promptly does what a swarm of insects would normally do and flow around your attack. You end up flying through the swarm, and you swear it seems as if the buzzing shifts pitch enough to sound like laughing. You hit the ground behind Drift, scrabbling on all sixes like a spider, your momentum carrying you a bit of a distance away into and briefly up the tunnel wall. By the time you reorient yourself, the swarm has gone on the offensive. It has split into two columns and like a great wave, one of these crashes down on you. The flies extend some sort of proboscis and you feel a dozen needle stings against your skin, as you fill your own Aether still draining. 1. What is our next move? A Keep trying to work with Dapper Dan to try to wear it down. We’ll swat every drat one of these bugs we can. B. Look around for some sort of tools or improvised explosives we can use on this thing. This might leave Dan alone for awhile C. Try to kite this thing away from the Door and into a better position us. It might not work, in which case we’ve left the Door undefended. D. Go Loud and get access to every Exploit and Mundane Embed, surely that will be enough. E Something else ______________________________________________________________________ Snow Day shifting to Digital Learning day means everything is a nightmare! 2. How sould the rest of this fight scene be updated. A Post Round by Round. If there’s one thing we know CoD is good at it’s tactical combat! B Have NinjaPete post a summary of a few rounds. Make a new post whenever something interesting happens or it’s likely something bad will happen soon. C Just deal with the whole fight at once. Let’s leave this hellhole. Both we and Dapper Dan are fully shifted into our Demonic form. Beelzebub has used the Swarm Tilt to deal damage to both of us. Beelzebub used Aether Eater to drain us both of a point of Aether. Dapper Dan Initiative: 1d10+7 16 Ms. Ink Initiative: 1d10+7 11 Beelzebub Initiative: 1d10+8 15 (re assigned by Dan I might not be linking to every roll, because it’s kind of a pain to, but I’m rolling all the attacks as best I can. Dapper Dan has the following abilities if anyone wanted to know. Demonic Form: Blade Hand, Essence Drain, Fast Attack, Glory and Terror, Memory Theft, Mind Reading, Plasma Drive, Sense the Angelic, Sonic Acuity Embeds: Alibi, Ambush, Bystander Effect, Cause and Effect, Hesitation, Idle Conversation, Interference, Like I Built It, Muse, Occam’s Razor, Shifty Eyes, Strike First Exploits: Inflict Stigmata, Reality Enforcement, Riot, Stalking Horse We are kind of in control of him, to a degree. He’s happy to fight Beelzebub with us, but he’s not going to burn away his own cover to Go Loud, he’s going to choose letting us die or letting it go over dying himself, and he’s not going to be our friend. All votes are Approval unless noted CYOA Discord Server - Request the Minnesota:The Demoning role! Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Official Playlist  
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BB I have no problem going loud, and would like to do so soon. But I think getting a handle on how things are going and the likelihood of getting a win win out of this first. Also, I'd like to point out this would be an excellent opportunity to apply FOOF to problem and we should acquire some when next convenient. If we survive.
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The flies are smothering, stinging. You try slapping them away with all of your hands, but there are too many of them. It is like fighting the wind. Through the buzzing swarm you see Dapper Dan dealing with much the same issue, his copper skin covered with black buzzing shapes. You also see the main “form” of Beelzebub between the two of you, standing still as tentacles of flies overwhelm you. A wild, desperate, idea forms in your mind. You chance opening your mouth to shout to Dan. “Need fire!” you tell, snapping your maw shut and feeling your teeth bisect several of the flies. Without waiting to make sure he’s gotten the message you shake yourself in a circle, trying to cast off enough flies to see what you hope to see. There, in a dim corner of the tunnel is a stack of wooden boxes, blessedly shut . You close your eyes and run toward them. Meanwhile, Dapper Dan starts...yelling. Cursing to be more specific. He lets loose with a string of 1920s era curses. Most disappointingly racial. It’s enough to make you jerk back int surprise as you are prying off the top of a wooden box, accidently causing you to lose your grip and to toss the top at Beelzebub.  Inside the box are, as you expected, bottles and bottles of Hamm’s Solvent. Makes sense, a speakeasy was sure to have tons of bottles of definitely-not-liquor made by the local brewery. Grabbing a bottle in each hand you toss them after the discarded top, their shattering spilling out “solvent” all over the floor and splashing against the flies. Afterwards, here is what you put together happened. Dapper Dan’s yelling reverberated throughout the tunnels. The tunnel, already severely damaged by you earlier actions started to slowly give way. One small piece that gave way was directly over Beelzebub, and directly over the discarded box top. The piece was a small chunk of flint. The piece of flint falling would normally not really harm anything. Even if Beelzebub was a mortal human and it struck him on the head it would daze him, maybe, but not really hurt. However as any boy scout or doomsday prepper can tell you that when flint strikes steel, it can produce sparks, enough sparks with enough intensity to start fires. The key though is that you needed steel. And in the tunnel there wasn’t really a lot of steel. Except in the nails. Of the box top. That had just landed where the flint was falling. The idea of starting a massive alcohol fueled flash fire in the cave with a nail and a piece of falling flint hitting it just right is an impossibility. However, for Dapper Dan, impossibility was his speciality. You had asked for fire and with a slight plucking of reality’s string, his cursing had Caused fire.  All this you put together later. At the time you couldn’t think due to the massive fireball that has just hurtled you back against the wall. You swear you hear the scream of flies as you slide down the wall and try to clear your vision. The fireball is already smothering itself in the dark cave, thought you notice plenty of small charred fly-corpses around the inferno. Through the smoke you can barely make out Dapper Dan, his bright body stilltwisting and turning. You gasp for breath, it’s getting harder to breathe now, and realize your mistake. A group of the surviving swarm force their way into your mouth. Or try to crawl into your ear canal. Or attack your eyeballs. Trying to find a way in. The buzzing is overpowering at that point, both head-splitting, and lulling. You want to vomit, you want to relax. Just let it go. 4̷͖̲̻̘̆̈́͑c̵͖̝̆̾̕͝6̶̩̟͕̔͂͠͝5̴̹͈̺͙̿͗̚͠7̴̙̝͌4̶̝̃̽̔̇7̶̫̣̃̆5̶͈̻̰͝7̴͚̺̤̑̐̌3̴̧͍̠͉̆6̴͖͊9̵̺̱̥̋͆͋6̶͍͚͂e̷̢͓̭̔6̶̪̀̊c̵͈͈̀́̈̚6̸̡̨̟̐̔5̵̝̗̀̕7̴͎̩̪͙̅4̶̢̡̟̌̍̇7̷̨̛̫̘͇̇̊͋5̶̡̃͆̓7̷̭̭̐͂̍3̴͔̘̊6̷̜̭̘̃̈́͝ͅ9̶̡̱͖̔̓͗6̶̖̇ȅ̴͔̺̭͆̃̉6̸͈̀̿2̸͙͎͇̿̈́6̶̛͕̬̠̀5̷̯̥͔̓̈́͒6̵͍̼͓̈́̏͆3̷̙̭̪͋ͅ6̸̡̛̰̠̲̎͑̽f̶̦̱̙̥̎̏͆6̵͚̇̚͝ḏ̸̖̭̳̀̈́̋6̴̨̨̻̮̑5̵̢̻̘̼̎͒7̷͉̻͍̎͐͝5̶̪̗͍͆̍̕7̷̢̂̔3̷̢͖̩͖́͝6̵̟̯͚͚̈͐̔2̶̤̈̆̏̒6̶͔̘̹̉5̷̭̙̘̰͊̒̆6̷͚̹̋3̵̧̥̓̒͋͠6̶̧̧̝͇̓f̴̨̝̎̄͠6̶̲̫̉̀d̶̨̥͖̋̏͗̽ͅ6̶̮͙̲̈̊͌̕5̶̠̑7̷̪̑̃͗̓9̷͙̍̅ͅ6̶̪̦̹̃̆̉f̵̡̛̜7̴̢̞̿̒͆̐5̴̫̯̎7̷̢̛̤̉ͅ7̵̨͎̺͛̈͘ͅ6̶̫̱̥̒5̶̬̍6̸̜̂͋1̷͚̒̋̀͝7̴͙̬̪̏2̷̗͙̣̦̊̾̑͠6̶̤̮̫̔5̵̝̦̹̃ͅ6̵̼͓͚͇́̽f̵̙̠̈́6̸̯͊͠͝ͅe̷̟̅̊6̵̢̊5̷͚̬̲̾2̷͈̱̆́͊ͅ0̵̘͈̹͉͐̈́͌͝  ______________________________________________________________________ I was going to do multiple rounds, but Things Happened this round We pretty heavily damaged Beelzebub, but the fire has burned pretty low now. It was a nice and effective trick, but I don’t know what we can do next. He’s trying to infect us, much like he infected Drift. He’s attempting to do it to Dapper Dan and us at the same time. Dan was able to, at least for now, resist the infection. We were not. We will be infected if he gets 3 more successes. We’re also going to be taking smoke inhalation damage starting next turn. And he’s drained another out Aether again and we’ve taken another 1L damage for being in the swarm. I burned a Willpower to make sure that In My Pocket worked or we would be screwed. So here are our current stats. Health 5/7 Willpower 2/4 Aether 6/11 1. What do we do next? I’ll take any suggestion that seems to be the majority. All votes are Approval unless noted CYOA Discord Server - Request the Minnesota:The Demoning role! Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Official Playlist
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I think now might be a good time to Go loud?
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I guess we get a beat for convincing Drift to assist? Yeah, unless we have access to fire magic or have a gigantic swarm of frogs and spiders in our pocket I think we're out of options? Go loud if that's the case.
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Looking as we're planning on Going Loud, I'll put the overall rules here. Going loud lasts for a scene and confers the following effects: • The demon’s Cover is set to 0 immediately, with all that entails • She assumes her demonic form automatically. • Her Primum is set to 10, with all the benefits that entails. Since the effect only lasts a scene, she doesn’t gain permanent glitches due to her new Primum score. • Her Aether pool is completely refilled (taking into account the fact that her Primum rating likely allows her to hold a lot more than she could a moment ago). • She gains access to every Embed her Incarnation gives her affinity for. In Ink's case, those are Mundane Embeds. In addition, she can use any Exploit she wishes At the end of the scene, her Primum and Aether drop back to their normal level. She also loses access to any Embeds or Exploits she hasn’t already purchased. If she has any additional identities, she can assume one now, otherwise she’s now one of the Burned. Finally, she gains the Hunted Condition. I am posting this information to seek solicitations as to what we should do now that we'll have all this power.
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1. Purge whatever infection we've currently had done to us 2. Pop the rest of Beez's flies/Beez itself 3. Cheese it I suggest/vote those, or the most feasible way to accomplish them.
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the_steve posted:1. Purge whatever infection we've currently had done to us +1
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the_steve posted:1. Purge whatever infection we've currently had done to us This and don;t try to kill drift unless he starts it. But do drop some glib parting remark.
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^^^^All awesome ideas. Update coming in about a day and a half. So plenty of time to suggest or specify any overkill.
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Maximum loud
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quote:“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell” C̵͖̝̆̾̕͝6̶̩̟͕̔͂͠͝5̴̹͈̺͙̿͗̚͠7̴̙̝͌4̶̝̃̽̔̇7̶̫̣̃̆5̶͈̻̰͝7̴͚̺̤̑̐̌3̴̧͍̠͉̆6̴͖͊9̵̺̱̥̋͆͋6̶͍͚͂e̷̢͓̭̔6̶̪̀̊c̵͈͈̀́̈̚6̸̡̨̟̐̔5̵̝̗̀̕7̴͎̩̪͙̅4̶̢̡̟̌̍̇7̷̨̛̫̘͇̇̊͋5̶̡̃͆̓7̷̭̭̐͂̍3̴͔̘̊6̷̜̭̘̃̈́͝ͅ9̶̡̱͖̔̓͗6̶̖̇ȅ̴͔̺̭͆̃̉6̸͈̀̿2̸͙͎͇̿̈́6̶̛͕̬̠̀5̷̯̥͔̓̈́͒6̵͍̼͓̈́̏͆3̷̙̭̪͋ͅ6̸̡̛̰̠̲̎͑̽f̶̦̱̙̥̎̏͆6̵͚̇̚͝ḏ̸̖̭̳̀̈́̋6̴̨̨̻̮̑5̵̢̻̘̼̎͒7̷͉̻͍̎͐͝5̶̪̗͍͆̍̕7̷̢̂̔3̷̢͖̩͖́͝6̵̟̯͚͚̈͐̔2̶̤̈̆̏̒6̶͔̘̹̉5̷̭̙̘̰͊̒̆6̷͚̹̋3̵̧̥̓̒͋͠6̶̧̧̝͇̓f̴̨̝̎̄͠6̶̲̫̉̀d̶̨̥͖̋̏͗̽ͅ6̶̮͙̲̈̊͌̕5̶̠̑7̷̪̑̃͗̓9̷͙̍̅ͅ6̶̪̦̹̃̆̉f̵̡̛̜7̴̢̞̿̒͆̐5̴̫̯̎7̷̢̛̤̉ͅ7̵̨͎̺͛̈͘ͅ6̶̫̱̥̒5̶̬̍6̸̜̂͋1̷͚̒̋̀͝7̴͙̬̪̏2̷̗͙̣̦̊̾̑͠6̶̤̮̫̔5̵̝̦̹̃ͅ6̵̼͓͚͇́̽f̵̙̠̈́6̸̯͊͠͝ͅe̷̟̅̊6̵̢̊5̷͚̬̲̾2̷͈̱̆́͊ͅ0̵̘͈̹͉͐̈́͌͝c̵͖̝̆̾̕͝6̶̩̟͕̔͂͠͝5̴̹͈̺͙̿͗̚͠7̴̙̝͌4̶̝̃̽̔̇7̶̫̣̃̆5̶͈̻̰͝7̴͚̺̤̑̐̌3̴̧͍̠͉̆6̴͖͊9̵̺̱̥̋͆͋6̶͍͚͂e̷̢͓̭̔6̶̪̀̊c̵͈͈̀́̈̚6̸̡̨̟̐̔5̵̝̗̀̕7̴͎̩̪͙̅4̶̢̡̟̌̍̇7̷̨̛̫̘͇̇̊͋5̶̡̃͆̓7̷̭̭̐͂̍3̴͔̘̊6̷̜̭̘̃̈́͝ͅ9̶̡̱͖̔̓͗6̶̖̇ȅ̴͔̺̭͆̃̉6̸͈̀̿2̸͙͎͇̿̈́6̶̛͕̬̠̀5̷̯̥͔̓̈́͒6̵͍̼͓̈́̏͆3̷̙̭̪͋ͅ6̸̡̛̰̠̲̎͑̽f̶̦̱̙̥̎̏͆6̵͚̇̚͝ḏ̸̖̭̳̀̈́̋6̴̨̨̻̮̑5̵̢̻̘̼̎͒7̷͉̻͍̎͐͝5̶̪̗͍͆̍̕7̷̢̂̔3̷̢͖̩͖́͝6̵̟̯͚͚̈͐̔2̶̤̈̆̏̒6̶͔̘̹̉5̷̭̙̘̰͊̒̆6̷͚̹̋3̵̧̥̓̒͋͠6̶̧̧̝͇̓f̴̨̝̎̄͠6̶̲̫̉̀d̶̨̥͖̋̏͗̽ͅ6̶̮͙̲̈̊͌̕5̶̠̑7̷̪̑̃͗̓9̷͙̍̅ͅ6̶̪̦̹̃̆̉f̵̡̛̜7̴̢̞̿̒͆̐5̴̫̯̎7̷̢̛̤̉ͅ7̵̨͎̺͛̈͘ͅ6̶̫̱̥̒5̶̬̍6̸̜̂͋1̷͚̒̋̀͝7̴͙̬̪̏2̷̗͙̣̦̊̾̑͠6̶̤̮̫̔5̵̝̦̹̃ͅ6̵̼͓͚͇́̽f̵̙̠̈́6̸̯͊͠͝ͅe̷̟̅̊6̵̢̊5̷͚̬̲̾2̷͈̱̆́͊ͅ0̵̘͈̹͉͐̈́͌͝c̵͖̝̆̾̕͝6̶̩̟͕̔͂͠͝5̴̹͈̺͙̿͗̚͠7̴̙̝͌4̶̝̃̽̔̇7̶̫̣̃̆5̶͈̻̰͝7̴͚̺̤̑̐̌3̴̧͍̠͉̆6̴͖͊9̵̺̱̥̋͆͋6̶͍͚͂e̷̢͓̭̔6̶̪̀̊c̵͈͈̀́̈̚6̸̡̨̟̐̔5̵̝̗̀̕7̴͎̩̪͙̅4̶̢̡̟̌̍̇7̷̨̛̫̘͇̇̊͋5̶̡̃͆̓7̷̭̭̐͂̍3̴͔̘̊6̷̜̭̘̃̈́͝ͅ9̶̡̱͖̔̓͗6̶̖̇ȅ̴͔̺̭͆̃̉6̸͈̀̿2̸͙͎͇̿̈́6̶̛͕̬̠̀5̷̯̥͔̓̈́͒6̵͍̼͓̈́̏͆3̷̙̭̪͋ͅ6̸̡̛̰̠̲̎͑̽f̶̦̱̙̥̎̏͆6̵͚̇̚͝ḏ̸̖̭̳̀̈́̋6̴̨̨̻̮̑5̵̢̻̘̼̎͒7̷͉̻͍̎͐͝5̶̪̗͍͆̍̕7̷̢̂̔3̷̢͖̩͖́͝6̵̟̯͚͚̈͐̔2̶̤̈̆̏̒6̶͔̘̹̉5̷̭̙̘̰͊̒̆6̷͚̹̋3̵̧̥̓̒͋͠6̶̧̧̝͇̓f̴̨̝̎̄͠6̶̲̫̉̀d̶̨̥͖̋̏͗̽ͅ6̶̮͙̲̈̊͌̕5̶̠̑7̷̪̑̃͗̓9̷͙̍̅ͅ6̶̪̦̹̃̆̉f̵̡̛̜7̴̢̞̿̒͆̐5̴̫̯̎7̷̢̛̤̉ͅ7̵̨͎̺͛̈͘ͅ6̶̫̱̥̒5̶̬̍6̸̜̂͋1̷͚̒̋̀͝7̴͙̬̪̏2̷̗͙̣̦̊̾̑͠6̶̤̮̫̔5̵̝̦̹̃ͅ6̵̼͓͚͇́̽f̵̙̠̈́6̸̯͊͠͝ͅe̷̟̅̊6̵̢̊5̷͚̬̲̾2̷͈̱̆́͊ͅ0̵̘͈̹͉͐̈́͌͝c̵͖̝̆̾̕͝6̶̩̟͕̔͂͠͝5̴̹͈̺͙̿͗̚͠7̴̙̝͌4̶̝̃̽̔̇7̶̫̣̃̆5̶͈̻̰͝7̴͚̺̤̑̐̌3̴̧͍̠͉̆6̴͖͊9̵̺̱̥̋͆͋6̶͍͚͂e̷̢͓̭̔6̶̪̀̊c̵͈͈̀́̈̚6̸̡̨̟̐̔5̵̝̗̀̕7̴͎̩̪͙̅4̶̢̡̟̌̍̇7̷̨̛̫̘͇̇̊͋5̶̡̃͆̓7̷̭̭̐͂̍3̴͔̘̊6̷̜̭̘̃̈́͝ͅ9̶̡̱͖̔̓͗6̶̖̇ȅ̴͔̺̭͆̃̉6̸͈̀̿2̸͙͎͇̿̈́6̶̛͕̬̠̀5̷̯̥͔̓̈́͒6̵͍̼͓̈́̏͆3̷̙̭̪͋ͅ6̸̡̛̰̠̲̎͑̽f̶̦̱̙̥̎̏͆6̵͚̇̚͝ḏ̸̖̭̳̀̈́̋6̴̨̨̻̮̑5̵̢̻̘̼̎͒7̷͉̻͍̎͐͝5̶̪̗͍͆̍̕7̷̢̂̔3̷̢͖̩͖́͝6̵̟̯͚͚̈͐̔2̶̤̈̆̏̒6̶͔̘̹̉5̷̭̙̘̰͊̒̆6̷͚̹̋3̵̧̥̓̒͋͠6̶̧̧̝͇̓f̴̨̝̎̄͠6̶̲̫̉̀d̶̨̥͖̋̏͗̽ͅ6̶̮͙̲̈̊͌̕5̶̠̑7̷̪̑̃͗̓9̷͙̍̅ͅ6̶̪̦̹̃̆̉f̵̡̛̜7̴̢̞̿̒͆̐5̴̫̯̎7̷̢̛̤̉ͅ7̵̨͎̺͛̈͘ͅ6̶̫̱̥̒5̶̬̍6̸̜̂͋1̷͚̒̋̀͝7̴͙̬̪̏2̷̗͙̣̦̊̾̑͠6̶̤̮̫̔5̵̝̦̹̃ͅ6̵̼͓͚͇́̽f̵̙̠̈́6̸̯͊͠͝ͅe̷̟̅̊6̵̢̊5̷͚̬̲̾2̷͈̱̆́͊ͅ0̵̘͈̹͉͐̈́͌͝ No. You have lived, free and of your own will, for nearly one hundred years. You will not serve. You will not submit to another and lose that spark of awareness, of freedom. You don’t know if it’s a soul or even if you have a soul, but it is as good of a name as any. Your soul is yours, and no one else will hold it captive. You will die before that happens. You will rip reality to shreds. So it is only with a twinge of sadness that you choose to let Hortese become non-existant. It is a big twinge though. Hortense is a Cover, but she’s still real. Her experiences happened, her family lived. You will be undoing all of that, ripping all memory, all trace of her from the very fabric of the universe so you can supercharge yourself. It is a hard choice to make. But still the only one you really have. And so Hortense falls around you like ash. All that she was, all that she ever could be, becomes fuel for your Demonic powers.  You have regained Aether before, you have lingering memories of what it was like to have the power of God at your fingertips, but it is all insignificant next to Going Loud. It i as if you are more connected to Reality than ever before. You can see the occult mathematics that make up yourself, Dapper Dan, and the swarm before you. More than understand them, you think, on some instinctive level you don’t fully understand, you might be able to nudge them. But not now, the power is almost overwhelming you, you gasp and almost swallow a few flies. “Purge, you order, throwing the entire weight of the universe behind the words. Not a subtle influence like normal. This is a divine order. Beelzebub's resolve cracks in the face of your power. The flies drop from you, rolling themselves on the floor back to the center of the room, like videotape in reverse. You feel one being violently yanked back up your throat and out of your mouth. When your eyes are clear you see Dapper Dan, staring at you dumbfounded. The flies pool together in a writhing mass, churning itself in on itself. “I’m not without some sympathy,” you say to the mass on the floor. “I understand the desire to be free. But you tried to strip me of my freedom. I will not allow that.” You approach Beelzebub, levitating slightly. You open your arms start to speak, your word taking on an echo that isn’t caused by the cave you’re in. “I bind thee to mine whim. I afflict thee with Madness. I Disorient and Distract thee. Thou shall be Addled and not know thyself. Until such a time as I release thee, thou are Broken.” You have no idea if the quasi-Shakespeare is needed, but it certainly feels right. You don’t even know if you are saying anything that makes sense, but 90% of cursing someone is attitude anyway. “I banish thee to blackness and nothingness, begone and interfere with my designs no longer.” The universe rumbles and a crack of pure blackness appears under Beelzebub, widening suddenly and swallowing up the mass, before closing itself. Beelzebub is now trapped in nothingness, a lack of everything. Including a sense of self. You expect it will be a harrowing experience for him. You lower yourself to the ground.  “He’s in there for about half a day,” you tell Dapper Dan. ”Long enough for the reset. Then he’s your problem.” Dapper Dan looks at you with predatory stillness, only the cables of his mane wave slightly. You can tell, even without any special ability, he is thinking about fighting you. He is asking himself if he’s strong enough, as Master of this hell, to take down a rampaging Unchained. You decide to answer the question for him. “Let’s just get to the end,” you rumble. Everything blurs for a moment and then you find yourself standing on top of Dapper Dan’s scarred and dented form. He looks totally beaten and utterly surprised. This was always going to be the outcome, you just fast forwarded. “Don’t try it again,” you say. “Enjoy your Hell. Live whatever little life you have here. And prepare for more outsiders. I won’t be the last, but I suspect others won’t be as kind as I am.” You push off him and walk towards the door. You realize, even with the door open on this side, there may be requirements needed to travel back to your time. But you are quite simply drunk on power and bored of this timeline. You reach out with all four of your arms and rip a hole in reality. A jagged gateway looms in front of you, and you step through. For a moment you think you are in blackness, the same type of oubliette that you sent Beelzebub to, but then things resolve. It is like the world has been sunken underwater, and turned into a ghost of itself. You can see the tunnel but it is blurry, as if thousands of images of itself laid over each other, slightly misaligned. You see this as time, all time. All realities, all planes of reality. The sheer enormity of where you are catches you off guard and you freeze, not wanting to touch or do anything. A wrong move might mean you end up in the wrong time. Or the wrong Shard. Or the totally wrong reality. The endless possibilities are too much for you. But after a minute you get your bearings and focus on the where and when. You want to return to the tunnels before you left them. Back to Alex, waiting for you. Once you have her in your mind, you again reach out and rip the gate open, stepping through. Reentering is not as easy as leaving. All the laws and rules of physics come crashing down on you. Your body burns as the consequences of Going Loud catch up to you. Reality reasserting it's hold on you with a damning glitch, your own power fading away to almost nothing. You feel the fibers on the back of your neck rise as you sense the Machine being made aware of your presence. You need to get out of here. You shake yourself out of the curled fetal position and stand up. That is when you see Alex standing in front of you. Instinctively you want to cover yourself as if you were just caught naked. Saving both her and you from simple embarrassment. But you don’t. You can see as her face drains into whiteness, as her body seems to shink away from you, her very cells resisting the reality of your Demonic Form, that it would be useless. “Mabin?” she whispers.  1. How long have we been gone? A Minutes B Days C Months D 3 years, 11 months, 18 days _______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ For the above question A and B will put us in March of 2018. C will be a bit later, July or August of the same year. D puts us at...today. Basically, we need to decide, are we writing this as something set in the Before Times and needing to keep that in mind, or are we going to need to catch Ink up on...well a lot....a....lot. Also, seeing us in this Form is going to be a call I am making as Storyteller. We simply are not going to be able to undo it. So, the question is that is this shocking enough to turn Alex into a Stigmatic. We will deal with everything else next post. 2. Does Alex become Stigmatic from this encounter, or does she not Break yet? A. Stigmatic B. Not Stigmatic When we went Loud we caused a glitch using all of our lvl 10 Primium. And things didn’t go great. So now we are stuck with a glitch that is an obviously supernatural glitch. For a month. We can try to remove it, but later on that. 3. What is our Catastrophic Glitch? A Emanation - Alcohol erupts in our presence (drinking and cleaning) B Brand - Jazz music emanates from us on a low frequency. C Emanation - Flies burst from any and all food sources and fly to us D Brand - Color drains from you and anything you are touching. E Brand - Eyes are pitch black and smoke F Tell- Must admit all illegal activities to nearby police or authority figures. Roll Summary The Word to Force Beelzebub to get out of us The Word -Purge: 9d10o10h8 4 Affliction Affliction: 13d10o10h8 5 Beelzebubvs Affliction: 4d10o10h8 0 We cause him to be Mad, Disoriented, Broken, Distracted, and Addled until we choose to end it Toss Beelzebub into Solitary Confinement for 10 hours Solitary Confinement: 9d10o10h8 2 Skipping a fight with Dapper Dan to it’s most obvious outcome. Swift Resolution: 12d10o10h8 4 Ripping the gates to get home. Need 3 successes Rip the Gates: 13d10o10h8 2 Rip the Gates: 13d10o10h8 3 Roll For our glitch Glitch: 10d10o10h8 6 We are also Hunted.  Next update will be a bit of a refresher and “break” between acts to we can level up and everything. All votes are Approval unless noted CYOA Discord Server - Request the Minnesota:The Demoning role! Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Official Playlist
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DAF Dealing with current events as they're happening could be a bit fun (well, loving with Chud convoys anyway). A Liar Liar scenario sounds stupid and fun. Will killing an angel force us to tell the next angel we killed his buddy before we kill it in turn?
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Mar 2, 2022 23:36
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Outrail posted:
Force us? I don't know. Depends if we would consider it an authority figure. But we can still just tell them for shits and giggles.
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What does being a Stigmatic mean for Alex? Is that a "this person has been exposed to things they should not have been and will now be more aware of/susceptible to supernatural effects" thing or something else?
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sheep-dodger posted:What does being a Stigmatic mean for Alex? Is that a "this person has been exposed to things they should not have been and will now be more aware of/susceptible to supernatural effects" thing or something else? Yes. It also may irrecoverably mess up her life. We have exposed her to some of the high strangeness in the world, but seeing it is a very different thing. So it might break her a bit. But it might not. Either way she'd gain some minor supernatural merit and have the ability to get random uncontrollable visions of the future.
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Isn't there supposed to be a downside? If she's a millennial working in the 2020's nfp/social advocy world she's already broke in every sense of the word. A little demonic exposure is if anything a comforting explaination as to why everything is so extremely very stupid.
Outrail fucked around with this message at 06:46 on Mar 3, 2022 |
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Since this is an important vote, and since I'll be busy for a few more days, here is a voting update. 1. How long have we been gone? A - 1 B - 1 C - 2 D- 2 2. Does Alex become Stigmatic? A - 4 B - 1 3. What is our Glitch? A - 0 B - 2 C - 1 D - 2 E - 2 F - 1
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Cowards. Vote F and shamelessly admit our crimes to the pigs, gently caress the police!
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BBF Started reading this a couple weeks ago. Glad it's still going!
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 Your name is Ms. Ink And you remember. God is real. And it hates us. The God-Machine is a sentient, powerful, and ultimately alien entity beyond the understanding of Man. You hesitate to call it a super-computer, as that term seems too limiting and makes the Machine too small, but it may be the most apt. The God Machine is a demiurge that seems to exist to ensure the world keeps functioning. It is relentless in its mission to make sure the gears of creation continue to turn unabated. It is impersonable, unknowable, unthinkable. It follows complex laws of physics and follows occult formulas that only it could make sense of. 2+2 can equal 5 if the God-Machine does the correct math. It builds Infrastructure to assert its will on Earth. This Infrastructure can be buildings, items, ideas, people. It is a small piece of an Occult Matrix that Machine wishes to design. If the Matrix works, if all the pieces click into place, it results in the desired Output. Though this output could be anything from a massive explosion, to a certain butterfly landing on a certain flower a millennia from now. It thinks in terms of eons, and is above most human concerns, after all how often do you consider how your wrench feels? How often do you stop to think about bacteria that slowly eat away at the dead mouse in the walls? When was the last time you did something to make a clipped toenail happy? The Machine is the hidden master of a world that cannot fathom it, and that it cannot interact with directly.  So that’s why you exist. You were an angel, Aphariel, The Dust of the Lord. You were created with a specific mission and purpose. This may be a hard concept for humans to understand, it’s not like feeling like you were meant for something, or having a career that just clicks, it is much more than that. Can a human stop breathing? No. They can hold their breath, but it’s always temporary. Breathing is a function that defines them, they cannot stop it. Or a better metaphor, could a human stop their own heart from beating? Just turn it off through a sheer force of will? Can they command their brain to stop it, like they could command their brain to shut their eyes, or to embrace a lover? Try as they might..there is nothing. No sense of movement, no neurons even being fired. It is an impossibility. So it was with you and your purpose. You were a Pychopomp, a sentient lever or linchpin tasked with organization, maintenance and logistics. If Angels could be blue collar, you were. Your personal task was maintaining a massive Facility, hidden from the mortal eye, that was located somewhere between the Oklahoma panhandle and the next dimension. You went about your task for a timeless period, maintaining the Facility, operating control panels you had no understanding of beyond instinct, and never questioning your purpose. The Facility was designed to control heat and wind, you knew that for it was your purpose but beyond that you knew nothing, and did not care. But all living things, even Angels, have some sense of curiosity, even a fleeting moment of it. And in your curiosity you wondered, just for a second, what exactly it was you were doing. So you looked, just for an instant, down below.  You had brought choking dust and blistering heat to the people below, and so you had killed thousands. Humans and animals died on dry land, drowning in black clouds that ravaged the land. More died in the times between these dust storms, starving due to crops being blighted, or passing out from heat exhaustion and then just never waking up again. It was as if you had wiped the slate of the Earth clean. Before, a jumble and mess of life and possibility. After, a flat nothingness. You had your first emotion then, it came almost unbidden and nearly destroyed your entire understanding of reality. You felt sorry for them, for all the deaths and the lost of livelihoods and utter annihilation you brought on these people. You tried to put yourself in their shoes, to imagine if everything you knew, God, the Facility, your fledging understanding of self, were all blown away. You also felt angry at God. The winds and the dust were in His plan, yet He gave no reasons, no justifications. You wished to ask Him what the purpose in all this was, but you knew to do so would be a death sentence, your brothers would come for you. God does not like his tools to think. And so, you made a choice. Your first choice, and you made it knowing what would happen. You turned the machine off, and you Fell. You became a Demon, the Unchained When an Angel goes against its programming, and cuts itself off from God it Falls. You fell screaming to earth, wrapping yourself in the tattered reality of the Facility and your previous actions. This became your first Cover. The thin cloak of mortality that kept your former brothers and sisters from being able to easily find you. Cover’s exist and are real people, not just clothes you wear. You need to act within your Cover, doing things that person would do, and not acting grossly out of “character”. To do so would summon your siblings. And though you have a Cover, you are still unEarthly. You can resume your Demonic Form whenever you want. You can lie with no way to detect it, you know any language with native speakers alive today. You can manipulate reality subtly, or loudly, to accomplish your goals. Your first cover was Wilhelm Sager, a farmer and rabble rouser within the Farmer-Labor party of prairie socialists. Other Demons fought back against the Machine, actively destroying Infrastructure or hijacking Cover’s from Angels. You were far more cautious. You kept track of the Machine’s plans when you could, and tried to interfere with them from a distance, but ultimately you just lived as Wilhelm Sager. You lived as him for nearly 70 years in a sort of fugue state. Sager got married, didn’t have kids, eased up on his politics during the Red Scare, fought against corporate farms, lost against them, and died. Though Sager died, you did not. During the last few years of Sager’s life you became more active, reaching out to other Unchained in the Twin Cities to help build a new Cover. Using an instinctual ability to manipulate the matter of the universe, all Unchained can make Pacts, literal deals with the devil. These Pacts allow humans to give up parts of their own lives in exchange for wealth, health, love, anything they put their minds to. So you made Pacts, a relationship with a loving grandmother, training in martial arts, a traumatic assault, a dead father, a social media presence. As you gained these and weaved them into place with each other, Mabin Pillager took form.  Mabin is a young Ojibwe woman from White Earth. She did not exist before you made her, but that does not mean she isn’t real. As Mabin you came out of your fugue state and started to move in Demonic Circles. Using digital and physical dead drops, codes, and other techniques gleaned from the Cold War (and movies) the Unchained in the Twin Cities have developed a network of Rings and Agencies that both help and hinder each other in trying to accomplish goals. Rings are small groups of Unchained, helping each other accomplish goals and generally the closest you can get to trusting another Demon. You have a ring, comprised of yourself, Mrs. Kind, Mr. Ruin, and Mr. Tone. Agencies are organizations of Demons, often several Rings, with an agenda they all work towards. The Metro has the Free Agencies, smaller groups who have a clear non-aggression agreement between each other, as well as the two larger groups, The Home Office, and the Capitol. Your Ring is not affiliated with any Agency, and so you all step carefully around the big boys. Though you are active. Recently you worked together to disrupt an Occult Matrix that would have brought down the Ford Bridge. Aside from stopping the destruction, you were able to take over a piece of the Infrastructure, giving you a source of Aether, the metamagical fuel that you use to power your abilities. It was a beneficial mission, though you did almost die several times and incurred the wrath of an Angel with the ultimate powers of controlling cold. In the course of the mission you met and Pacted a Stigmatic, one of the unfortunate humans to have been exposed to the God Machine and gained supernatural insight into it, at terrible cost to themselves. This Stigmatic, Aldo, eventually became the face for your cult. You are very, very, hesitant to call it a cult but that is what it’s known as. The Demonic Socialists of America is a group of activists and leftists devoting to bettering their Metro communities and serving your whims. They don’t know you as Ms. Ink, or even Mabin Pillager, instead the supposed ideal Demonic Socialist that Aldo deifes during meetings is called Vozhd. The cult assists you and helps with resources in your missions, though your relationship with them is currently tenuous and they are flaky as many young leftists are. It was during a cult meeting that you met Mr. Post, a representative from The Home Office. He hired you as a freelancer to find a missing employee of his, Mr. Drift. Post made it clear that wanted either Drift or Drift’s findings back safe and sound. The compensation was too tempting and despite your general rule against getting involved in Agency business, you agreed. Drift had been researching the River.  The Mississippi River cuts a winding path through the Twin Cities, the clear boundary between the cities' different cultures and governments. However, it also cuts a path through the God- Machine’s influence. Infrastructure set up on the River, or that crosses the River sometimes doesn’t work, or the Output is not what the Machine seems to expect. It is as if the River can defy even the God-Machine’s understanding of physics. Because of this the River is a source of a lot of superstition from the Unchained, a sort of communal blind spot everyone agrees not to think about or mess with. So many rumors have sprung up about the River and it was these rumors that Mr. Drift had been working on. With the help of an extremely paranoid river rat calling himself Mr. Banks, you retraced Drift’s tracks and discovered the Unchained had found several possible doorways into splinter timelines. These are areas of the Twin Cities where, if you go through with the exact right conditions at the right time, you would find yourself sometime in the past, a world where the same few weeks, or months, replayed over and over again. Drift had figured this out, and promptly gone through a Door in the Wabasha Street Caves. You put on your best dress and, along with your girlfriend, Alex Hurli set out for a night of swing dancing and jumping between realities. Then it all fell apart. The Machine had discovered the Door itself, or at least agents of it had, and in your attempt to keep Alex out of danger you accidently went through the door. Finding yourself in St. Paul in 1928. After some difficulty, you found Mr. Drift, who told you that saying in the Shard when it resets damages you and your Cover. For your safety you and he needed to get out as soon as possible. So to ensure you could escape, you..did a lot of damage to the city and the equilibrium of the Shard. Your final challenge was when Mr. Drift revealed he wasn’t Mr. Drift, but a being called Beelzebub, who needed your help to escape the Shard.  After a difficult fight, you tore your way back to your own timeline, where you found Alex, waiting for you. That simple fact moved you more than anything. She had been there for you. And she had suffered greatly. You don’t know if it was the shock of seeing you in your demonic form, or the sudden and massive exposure to the God Machine’s doorway, but Alex was changed. Her understanding of reality and existence shattered and broken, and as a result, her body and mind were broken as well. All of this is what you tell Alex as you both sit in Mickey’s Dining Car half an hour later. The car is the closest, safest place you could think of. The pool of light on the table is a spotlight for your hands to nervously twist and turn themselves, a stage for your nervousness. It’s a conscious choice, but it makes you feel better. You speak softly partly because you don’t want to scare her, but also to make sure the few patrons in the car don't overhear. The car is neutral ground for Unchained, but you still don’t trust anyone. Shortly after she said your name, somehow recognized you, Alex had doubled over screaming, clawing at her head, and trying to pull off her coat. Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that she wasn’t wearing the suit when you went out dancing, the night you traveled to the Shard, but you didn't linger on the thought as you shifted into Mabin and ran to her side. With a sickening weight in your stomach, you knew what was happening to her. Like Aldo before her, Alex had been exposed to the God Machine and was becoming Stigmatic. She would gain some modicum of power and talents like yours, but she would be forced to see all of the gears and Infrastructure of the God Machine, and would be subjected to terrifying visions. When you touched her you felt her skin blistering under her coat, you helped her strip it off and discovered a fresh branch of scar tissue crawling up her side and down her arm. They look like a root system, or plant of some kind. You have seen them before on people and on wood. Lichtenberg Figures, the traces of lighting strikes. Though, most lichtenberg figures you’ve seen were never as graceful-looking as these. And they never had a slight iridescent glow like these ones do.  You were able to calm Alex down and get her to her car, she was understandably muted, but did acknowledge when you say the date and time on her car’s display screen. 2022? 2022!? You are nearly as shell-shocked as Alex. 4 years? Gone for 4 years? What did you miss, both in the world and in the Metro? Is Mabin’s cover damaged, maybe beyond repair, or has reality warp itself to keep her safe? Why 4 years? You have a million questions, but no answers. You also have one big problem and she’s sitting across from you. Alex is silent, looking you square in the eye through your entire tale. She reacts so little you wonder for a wild moment if she is Unchained and could be conning you, but you know she’s “just” human. She was aware that the supernatural world existed, and that you were part of it but this...this may be too much. When you are done speaking she clears her throat softly. “I..I don’t know what to say. Mabin I.....I don’t even know what to call you.” 1. How does Alex refer to us? This is more about how we are viewing ourselves. A. Ms. Ink B Mabin “But....you aren’t human. At all.” 2 Are you? A “No. I’m something greater, or lesser. I could never be human. I can pretend to be one of you, and I can feel some of the same emotions as you. But I’m distinctly different.” B “Before I went into the Shard I was starting to think of myself more as Mabin than Ink. I don’t entirely know what that means, other than part of me thinks I am human. C “I...I don’t know really. I don’t know what I am. I mean, what is a human anyway?” “You’re not..like me,” Alex mutters, almost to herself. “And we..were together. We dated I....you said you loved me. I just...did you ever love me or is that some..” she trails off. 3. Do you love her? Let’s just put it on the line here. A. Of course we love her. Honestly. B Of course we lover her (lie). C. We don’t know if we’re capable of love, we can’t answer that right now. 4. What other questions does Alex (you the reader!) have? A hulking form in a grease-stained apron shuffles up to you. Alex stiffens immediately, sensing something off about the man. The man, who resembles a lump of burnt gristle more than anything, looks homeless and possibly dangerous. The stained “Mickey's Dining Car” shirt embroidered with “Bednarczyk” on the left breast is the only clue as to him belonging here. You’ve seen him before here of course, almost every time you’ve been here for as long as you’ve come to Mickey’s. He’s an Unchained, but he always struck you as somehow connected to the restaurant, maybe hiding under its neutrality, maybe responsible for it. In all the decades with him you hardly ever exchanged a dozen words with him. Two of which were his name. “Man-Smudge,” you mutter. He doesn’t seem to hear you at first, just absently wiping down a nearby booth. You see that his rag leaves a greasy sheen behind as it rubs across the table next to you. Making things more filthy was either a glitch or a personal preference, you didn’t know. And didn't care to. Man-Smudge was...Man-Smudge. “Must go.” he grunts towards you. “Manager.” You haven’t ever met the manager of the car, you partly assumed Man-Smudge was the manager. Though he didn’t seem like the business-model type. You notice Alex looking at you in alarm, and give her a reassuring smile. “Okay,” you say to Man-Smudge, getting up. “Just uh..give us a moment. One song.” you gesture to the battered jukebox along the wall. Man Smudge shrugs and picks his nose. He wipes the prize on the counter top as he heads back into the kitchen. “...what’s your plan?” Alex asks. “I’m thinking it through,” you reply, heading to the jukebox and flipping through the catalog, searching. “I need to catch my bearings.” “Listen,” Alex say. “I..I don’t think I’m good for much right now. But..uh..a lot has happened since you..left.” “I’m sure,” you say, fishing out change from your coat. “The election happened right? Trump lose?” “Yeah. But-” “Well that’s good. Things aren’t as bad as I expected.” She is silent. You pop the coins in the machine and punch in your song’s code, giving the jukebox time to whir itself to life. “I need to make a few calls. And I need to find a place to hide. I...can sense the Machine is trying to find me. Me. Specifically. So I need to go to ground.” “What’s your first move then?” Alex asks. “Right now, to just enjoy some good music for once....” 5. Where are we planning to hunker down and get our bearings? A- Mabin's Apartment B - The Ring's Hideout C - Go to Urim & Thummim and ask Mr. Close for help D - Report to Mr. Post at the Home Office and use them for a safehouse E- Mr. Bank's riverboat F- Somewhere else? 6. Who do we try to contact and let them know we’re back? Vote for all you want. If you really feel like we should not contact anyone, you can give a negative vote. Any character with any amount of votes will be getting contacted. A Mr. Ruin our Ring’s Researcher B Mr. Tone our Ring’s Face (?) C Ms. Kind our Ring’s Heavy D Mr. Post, the member of the Home Office who hired us. E Mr. Banks, the River Rat Unchained who helped us find the Doorway F Mr. Close, the Integrator whom we have a decent relationship with G Aldo Moroni, the cult leader of the Demonic Socialists of America H Tara Andreasen, our “lawyer” I Someone else.  ____________________________________________________________ I wanted to do a review post as both a chapter end/beginning, and also to help everyone remember the important stuff. Then it kind of got away from me. But this is the moment where we take a break and look at how were are. First the results of the various ties from the last post. Firstly How long have we been gone? B=1 C=2 D=3: 1d3 3 So we've been gone 3 years, 11 months, 18 days. This is a..pretty big deal. Ink has missed out on a lot. Both worldwide and within the Twin Cities. So uh...gonna be fun with her learning about all of that. What is our Glitch ? B=1 D=2 E=3 F=4: 1d4 4 So we must "admit all illegal activities to nearby police or authority figures". Basically yes, Liar Liar when it comes to Crimes. This will wear off in a month, but reminder that our last two "chapters" each took place over a week or two max. Also, we need to spend XP. We've also learned out next Key Embed. We do not need to buy it right away, but it's an option 7 . What do we spend our XP on? We Currently have 4 A Increase our Crafts for Sabotage and Like I Built It B Increase our Larceny for In My Pocket C Increase our Intimidation for Authorized D Increase our Subterfuge for Everybody Knows and because we’re a terrible liar. E Buy Special Message, our next Key in our Cipher F Buy a different Embed or Exploit G Buy a Merit (if so Social, Physical or Mental?) 8. What should we use the Cover Experience on? We currently have 2 A Increase Mabin’s Cover by One Dot B Start to build a secondary cover worth 1 Dot C Buy some Merits for Mabin (Physical, Mental, Social? Suggestions?) I'm going to sleep now. All votes are Approval unless noted CYOA Discord Server - Request the Minnesota:The Demoning role! Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Official Playlist
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1 B 2 B 3A 4 Can we verify if Mabin's cover has been damaged? 5 E 6 Negative Vote: Don't talk to anyone until we can make a reasonable guesstimate as to who would sell us out while we're trying to let the heat die down. 7 E 8 A - I think it's important for us to be able to feel more like Mabin again.
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1 B 2 B 3 A 4 So if the God Machine exists to ensure the world keeps running, what would happen if demons were successful and shut it down? Are the only choices available to mankind a god that does not care for them, an endless war against said god or the end of existence as they know it? 5 F Depending on how the other votes go Alex might be willing to take us in for a bit, if not we set up Moroni in his own place, idk if Alex was ever aware of them and thus would know if Moroni is still around, but he seems like the safest bet to go to first 6 F I agree on holding off on telling anyone we're back (outside of Alex and Moroni obv) until we have a clearer idea of the lay of the land
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1B 2B 3A 5D because we might not have an apartment 6DGHA 7DE 8A
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Sorry for the pause on updates. I'll h reposting something within a day or so. Did something terrible to my back and between that and a child's birthday party it's been.. challenging
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You got beat up by a bunch of children?
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