The latest installment of the Game, which has Tracy getting in line for heaven knows what. Trump, Torcuil and Trump are quickly,... not getting there 'cuz Trump tower only actually moves at an oxen-pace.
Previous bread here:
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>>9669REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wherever I am, I must >rape.
>>9669>Trump, Torcuil and Trump
>>9669That's it
I'm spending the rest of the group's money to buy a 757 from a failing Texas Oil Company
The 757 has an optimized cruising speed of 782ft/s
>>9677WhoPutYouInChargeOfTheGroup'sFinancesREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEe!
>>9675>Torcuil>Trump>Tracy>Thez>Infernius>>9678I like planes
>>9680>pic related is what im gonna do since i now know im the least liked.
>>9681I meant you broke the naming scheme
Infeernius's character really has been the most heroic, brave, and compassionate character through this whole campaign, desu.
>>9674>See this on the front page>rape
>>9684The top of the thread is where >rape posts belong
>>9680It's a lot of plane for a relatively low price
>Donald Trump’s Boeing is one of the fastest airplanes in the world. It can achieve more than 500 miles per hour speed. The Boeing 757 is powered by a pair of Rolls-Royce RB211 turbofan engines to fly for 16 hours and can go more than 500 miles per hour.
>>9680Actually, Thez hasn't been seen this morning.
>>9686If you like, wings can be put on the tower in the next session inbetween.
>>9686They fly pretty well too
>source: flight simulators
GM please give Tracy a chance at the gate already.
What does the gatekeeper ask next?
>>9689>Wants to get in the city while so many others are as wellWAIT YOUR TURN
>>9690Wasn't she at the gate in
>>9662 → ?
What next?
>>9688>Boeing 757 has one of the best offers to pilots – glass cockpit. A glass cockpit is often thought as an aircraft cockpit equipped with large computerised screens which display flight information. It includes feedback loops and ability for self – checking to alert the pilot about problems before they become emergencies. Glass cockpits will become standard for aircraft in the future.
>>9692Fine, I'll be the damn pilot
>>9691Alright, sorry. You have my undivided attention.
The guard follows with the question: "Talent?"
>>9695"Cutlery, combat, survival, butchering, general edginess, athleticism, crafting simple weapons, and proficiency in the new school of arcane magic known as..
futbol"
>>9696>proficiencyShit, I meant knowledge. Magic proficiency if for unicorns and 30+ virgins.
>>9696He looks at you like you're some kinda stupid. The like behind you starts to murmur with irritation.
"I mean uh,... whats your singular talent?"
>>9694Should we hijack a plane?
>>9699i feel like me and you would have to, since trumps lawfull
>>9699Are there any around to hijak? Why not purchase one from a company about to enter bankruptcy proceedings, like the real DJT did?
>>9702*rees with such intensity, Tracy should be able to hear it*
FINE! We'll take the helicopter. Even if it is less roomy...
>>9704What do you want a helicopter for when you've got a flying mount?
As the tower slowly approaches the city, more gasps of awe and amazement can be heard echoing up the line. There are a good 100 ppl behind Tracy at this point.
>>9703The guard makes a note on his clipboard and waves you past. The next room (its more just a cordoned area) has another guard at the end of line of about 10 ppl, the same who were in line before.
>>9704You have a flying building and a flying mount. Thats all.
>>9704I can still pilot those
In theoryBeginning Boarding for flight 420 to...
>>9702how much faster is Uatchit than the tower?
>>9706Use every detection-related ability to get a better grasp of wtf is going on.
Waits until it's her turn.
>>9708Fly = 1000'/min Tower = 30'/min
>>9710>Thread was made 37 minutes agoI'll take 30 minutes
>>9709Unfortunately everyone is pretty tight-lipped, though there's an air of anticipation amongst the crowd despite their adverse and rough persona. There is an element of hope to everyone's stance.
>>9711Don't assume game time = real time
>>9713Reees again, more intensely
>>9707So are we going to use the heli?
I need a destination
>>9713pls speed things up. I'm dying to just get through this.
trump me think we could get their faster on our mounts.
After a prolonged wait, Tracy reaches the next guard.
"Weapons?" he asks.
>>9710Wait, is that a measurement of feet traversed in one minute, or the number of minutes to get to Cardigan or whatever it's called?
>>9719thats feet per minute
>>9720reeeing intensifies
>>9717"Fuck it, let's go that way"
>>9719Feet per minute
I guess no one wants free helicopter rides
>>9717>>9721I don't have a mount
[1d20 = 7]
>>9723
"Step through the arch" he directs.
<BEEEEWWWWWP>
"Ma'am, I need all weapons deposited. You will be able to retrieve them upon exit."
>>9725You have Trollestia
>>9728That was the plan from the beginning. You wanted a unicorn yes? I thought this was established/
[2d20 = 12]
*opens knife cozy*
Several hundred knifes fall out in a massive pile on the conveyer belt.
Bluff + Sleight of Hand to conceal the other half of the bag's content
>>9730>I got greedy and rolled two diceThis is what I deserve...
>>9729I honestly had no idea what was going on.
So where are we going?
>>9731"Look lady, I don't got all day. You can put 'em in in the bin, ALL of 'em, or you can get up outta my face."
Yeah, he's a nog.
>>9732I ask myself the same question. Not having the resources of the Tower to access, nor any standing army from Port Barry, changes things
>>9733*Dumps over nine thousand knives on the conveyor belt, causing massive inconvenience to everyone involved*
>>9732The Tower is currently moving north, while Trump and Infernius mount their respective mounts; the former on Fae in a regal pose, while the latter surf-boards along on Uatchit (he notices that the saddle is extra rough to accommodate feet vs. sitting)
>>9736I'll follow those faggots
>>9736What about Ponimaru?
>>9737First, you'll have to impress Trollestia with your rare Pepe collection.
>>9735He looks over at the conveyor. He looks at you. He looks at his shoes, then the ceiling, then wipes his nose: "Ma'am," he begins. He waves over to his right.
"We're gonna have to uh, I don't know, I gotta get my supervisor," he apologizes unconvincingly.
>>9738Ponimaru is not available for some reason.
>>9742Didn't I already do that?
And thats when I gave my back story
>>9743Yes. She said it'll need a re-write, but it was accepted
>>9740*Rapidly throws knives back into knife cozy with godlike profession*
>>9743You did; GM just never showed her reply to the Pepe collection.
>>9745"Now hold on, don't get maaaaad." he tries to calm the situation.
>>9747She's not mad (yet). She's just putting her shit back in the bag, because it's only a problem outside of it (12 foot tall pile of knives is just a hassle to deal with).
>>9748"Ma'am, you're gonna have to leave the whole thing here. I mean uh,... all of it. I mean we can get all ur shit back to you, but in order for ME to let YOU up in HEEEAH, I'm a need u to drop the knives. Please understand that I ain't hatin'. Nah, a talking pony (he had plenty of spot checks) could go pretty far up in here. But in order to get IN, you gotta drop ALL your weapons. Sorry, that's just how this game works."
>>9749>eyes blaze>teeth clench>lip quivers>ears flatten alongside her head".............Fine..!"
*hands over the bag*
Trump and Infernius arrive on Fae and Uatchit respectively. They kinda shuffle to the side of the entrance to be out of the way but still on hand.
>>9750"Thank you, I know it sucks. Sorry 'bout dat." he says as Tracy is veritably shoved into the next section of cordone and canvas walled hallway. The same line that has been in front of her still is so, and the current room seems suited to dealing with more than one person at a time. Tracy sees that the line in front of her depletes at a much faster rate, while the people who were behind her in line quickly stream into the area.
>>9751Now who and what do they see?
>>9751i go to the front of the line.
Uh, I guess then Trumpaladin tries to flag down a guard
>>9751Tracy looks around the strange establishment inspectively and attempts to take note of her surroundings (building+people), however, she's a bit distracted trying to stay sane without her knives...
>>9752Trump and Infernius see a line of people well outside a building and a steady pace of people maintaining the line as it proceeds inwards. There is a tell-tale pile of blades in the security checkpoint at least one of which Infernius has has up his ass at some point. Simply put, both Trump and Infernius know that Tracy is inside. Maybe Torcuil too but IDK what he's doing.
>>9756Last time he said he was following Trump and Infernius.
Would Trollestia let him ride her?
>>9756i barge to the front of the line.
>>9757"Lookit this guy. Wait in line like everybody else!"
He shakes his head and mutters to himself.
>>9758Yeah, out of boredom if nothing else
>>9760"We would like to speak to who ever is in charge here?"
>>9761What did she think of the Pepe collection (This is important to me)?
>>9755*follows the crowd*
>>9763its important to us all.
>>9762"This guy, you funny man. I hope you do well." he dismisses.
>>9763Wait, its important to you what she thought of his pepe collection. Is that accurate?
>>9766"Uh... Excuse me? What the Hell is going on?"
>>9766>Is that accurate?YES!!!
It'll actually determine whether or not I stop Tracy from eventually attacking her.
Meanwhile Tracy continues to slowly work her way in line along what appears now to be a spirallized dome, where the line spirals along the inside perimeter of a tower that eventually redirects inward at a portal. She finds herself greeted with another guard.
"Any valuables, please deposit all valuables, if you don't want it getting jacked, please put it here now. Passed this point is NO liability nahwhaddamsayin?"
>>9759what abou me?
>>9769
>>9764*Frustration and knife withdrawal festures as she waits in line*
>>9769>IAlreadyCameThisFar.jpg*drops her shit and goes for it, bringing just her chains*
>>9771Pretty sure those stay at the check point
>>9771>chains"Uh yeah, lady you're gonna have to leave those. In fact, I'ma have to tear some shit out the nigga at the last checkpoint. Mothafucka"
>>9773>rooooooooooooooooooooooDrops everything and jumps into the unknown.
>>9774Its the same line, but the environment is completely different. The overall background is a molten grey, almost like a lava lamp or an .MP3 visualization program. The platforms and paths are a neat whitish material, solid in place even though hovering in the air over nothing.
>>9775Tracy takes a deep breath and examines her surroundings while walking.
She glances back, wondering if there will be a way back from here on out.
"Everyone, what is this, and what the hell is going on"
>>9776People keep filing in from where you entered, but you suddenly notice that there is no portal. The portal you entered was one-way.
>>9777somethings weird trump.
>>9777Idk. I'm just blazing ahead because I'm bored as fuck. I'm actually breaking character quite a bit. Tracy probably wouldn't have done this bullshit...
>>9779"Well no shit. Try asking around what is going on. Or if that doesn't work, claim you'll be the best at... whatever, and see how they correct you"
>>9780I thought you were playing into a nilistic/almost suicidal character - an extremely sharp contrast to Trump's always "I won't do anything at all unless I know damn well benefits outweigh costs and risks" personality
>>9781i try to move but i cant.
>>9783"Can you move in any direction? Can you talk?"
>>9778>GODFUCKINGDAMMIT.mp4A chill runs down Tracy's spine, as she keeps walking, getting ready to stab her faggot irl for making her do this.
Seeing there's no way back, she swallows her fear and keeps walking.
>>9782Yeah.. She probably would've just turned around when she saw the line... but I didn't want to go through the ordeal of moving to another map... I fucked up...
"Swift defeat to Mine enemies!" Can be heard wispered from above Tracy.
The forward-most guard appears struck quickly and without warning. The line appears stalled for a moment. Those in front/behind Tracy start wailing like bitchies. Not all of them, but some of them.
Trumpaladin changes direction. He now moves away from the line, and tries to circle the outer area from a distance. First though, he yells out "the cow doesn't have a ticket"
>>9781I wish that diplomacy check had worked earlier to get info...
GM, I could use some advice on manifesting those extraplanar abilities soon (like Etherrealness)
>>9787Tracy, being deprived of her knives and her way back, now feels very, very, very trapped. Her muscles clench and feral instincts swim through her mind. Having no knives to hold, she gets on all fours and chokes back a snarl. She slowly advances forward to face her fate.
>>9788Its a free event. There IS a cow though, and for a moment everyone looks at her. She is crushed by the scrutiny and wanders off in broken shame. How dare you shame randomcow?
>>9791>>9790its almost if the universe is ignoring me
Tracy charges her ki, having no weapons.
>>9792>Remembers something said long, long ago, and decides to try to see if it worksTrump yells out
"I AM AN ANTISEMITE"
>>9791A guy in a shiny suit with sunglasses on comes out from behind the guards.
"Whoa there son, what kinda ride is this? This is beyond status, you know what I'm saying?" (he's white so he enunciates properly so it sounds awkward)
>>9794Trump isn't an antisemite thou- oh wait.
>>9795Forget this then
>>9794"Why this is a fine Dragonne. Most learned in Football in the whole dimension"
Tracy is still waiting to see what's ahead of her.
>>9792No, once again Infernius proves is best-char
>>9794>>9797infernuis wanted to see what happend though.
>>9797"She's really shiny. We'd like to use her, are you her agent?"
>>9801"In the way that you mean, perhaps. Use her for what?"
Tracy wonder where her knife collection is...
There's been a full day of waiting. Tracy is only minimally within the 'second zone' which who KNOWS how it relates to the "first zone" is also unknown at this point.
Meanwhile Trump, Infernius, and Torcuil are on the outside of a stone dome, with an incredible line stretching outward from it.
The fellow still seems inrigued by Fae.
>>9805"Yes, she can indeed recite all of the versus"
>>9805Tracy uses all her detection abilities to tell what's in front of her.
>>9803"We could use her for marketing, promos, and fashion!"
I don't mean 24 hour day, I mean 6 hours ish, and the sun is beginning to set.
>>9808"Marketing during what? Football games?"
[1d20 = 13]>>9807Any time using a skill, roll a d20 Xp
>>9809"Foot ball? Whatever are you talking about sir?" the shiny-suit guy scoffs
>>9811Trumpaladin recoils in horror, but tries to hide his expression. "I'm really not from around here. Can you tell me about how well the marketing at this event goes along?"
[5d20 = 50]>>9810Listen, Spot, Search, Sense Motive, Gather Information
>>9807Tracy detects a very long line of insufferable assholes and heinous bitches. Each one is weak for a variety of reasons, but the overwhelming reason for the lot of them is fear. Those in the line who might have seemed charming or alluring suddenly strike as abominably false and almost a caricature.
>>9814Tracy suddenly feels slightly more comfortable, and moves forward.
>>9813Tracy gets the sensation that she's been had. While those around her are tickled at just BEING HERE, she has spent the entirety of the time not-killing the sorts of people who once upon a time she would readily have killed.
"You know what, she may be available for some commercials. Who else from your company can she speak with?"
I'm going off your dice-roll at this point.
>>9813It is this moment that Tracy realizes that she doesn't know where "out" is.
>>9816Tracy's faggot wallows in regret in disobeying his character-development flowcharts.
Tracy walks forwar, gnashing her teeth in anger.
>>9818Tracy begins to feel something feral stirring in her. She doesn't like to be Caged (no pun intended).
>>9819This is/was when all this (w/ Tracy) was set in motion.
I wih I'd had her give a faker name back then...
>>9820I'm actually confused by what you mean there.
>>9821Are you realizing that jumping in line was a bad idea yet?
As the sun begins to set, a persistent glow can be seen in the south.
>>9822That was the pic (it was thread 3-4) that said "Nightmare 4 Tracy" (later Cauchemar)
>>9823I knew it from the beginning, I was just being inexcusably lazy (Tracy would've just turned around)....
>>9823Uh... Does the guy respond?
>>9824Ah, I see.
Tracy continues to move forward.
>>9826Don't bother. I got a 19 diplomacy check with them, but they didn't tell me shit.
"You know, let me show you some of her moves"
>>9828You don't know how to be a diplomat, little pony
"Fae, fetch the hamburger"
>>9820That pic screams for a necromancy-related development, desu...
>>9830I'll stay true to this class though.
>>9826No time. Thez appears in the air above you.
"Port Barry is in flames! Where the fuck have you all been?!
She has a multitude of new scratches across her hide, but doesn't seem too worn.
Her expression tells a different story.
>>9832"Heading the fuck back to Port Barry, that's what we're doing right now"
Flies off on Fae, fetching Inferius of possible, leaving if necessary
>>9833>40 ft flying speedThose poor people...
>>9834Fuck off and stay in your hell
>>9833Thez dashes forward and grabs by the face.
"THERE IS NO TIME"
and the two of them <whoof> back to Port Barry.
The walls remain intact as with some of the more remote properties, but the rural district of town has been decimated. Where once was a cooky moon-stone shop is a pile of dust, and even the established businessess are having a hard enough time fighting off the onslaught.
GM, can we skip ahead to the end of this long-ass line already? I've been at this for more than 4.5 hours, but nothing has happened.
>>9838How is it not obvious by now this is intentional
>>9838I had the following agendas. 1. Allow players to explore 1 of 3 towns. 2. Prep for murder.
Both objectives have been achieved
>>9840Can we get to the murder soon?
>>9841If not, I'm going to bed (it's 2:00 AM here)
>>9842>>9841This entire ordeal - all of it - has been GM trying to vindicate what you said in >>9543 →
>>9842Thats what I was thinking tbh. I promise, tomorrow will begin a new chapter of depth and development
>>9843Nice paradox, but no. The thing is, for every element the player/character is aware of, there are tens if not hundreds that they can't be aware of. And right now, Tracy is in a grey-ish room, in line for who knows what, in a dimension she can't truly state is the same dimension she came from.
Oh, and she willingly coughed up ALL her knives.
>>9844Good. I hope to have a chance for her to cut loose and develop her abilities.
Is there any chance I could've had her sign in under a fake name or epitaph?
>>9846Yeah... Her faggot was being incredibly retarded... Tracy would've never done any of that shit...
Nigger, I still got an Ace of my own. Don't you fucking test me
>>9849Okay... I'm still laughing. But I swear to god the civic buildings better not be burned down
>>9850>tfw their hero wasn't there at the time they needed him the most
>also still laughing
>also deja vu e_O
>>9846Will Tracy still get the chance to kill some shit this weekend?
Thez spends the intermediate moments porting ppl back and forth from the crazy spiral dome.
As each character appears on scene, they hear, feel, and recognize the change that has occurred. Port Barry is dying.
>>9853Untold shits gon' gets killed.
>>9853I'm specifically aiming the most meaty of interactions for Sat afternoon (as usual)/
>Move to a different browser for easier image uploads>See this post >>9851, and think it's by GM>"ALRIGHT, THAT'S IT>Switch to a browser where I am logged in as a moderator>Oh... it's Tracy's hash, not GM's
>>9854Did Sechs make bad trade deals?
Actually, forget it. Revisionism is for cucks.
Bring it on.
>>9857Why did being a mod matter in this case?
>>9856
I'll assume that per her character, Tracy Cage would sign under "Mrs. Sentry".
"The whole thing was a red herring. You lnow that, right?" Lenos says from deep within the forge
>>9860Use your imagination
>>9861>Tracy Cage would sign under "Mrs. Sentry"But that's what she did
>>9861>"The whole thing was a red herring. You lnow that, right?"So much fuck you
>>9858No, Sechs has been fine. This is something to do with the inverted funnel-cloud over the town.
>>9860I Don't memorize thread IDs, but rely on hashes, so I can tell who is who while logged in, but not while not-logged in
I will extensively cinematic the next few 'bits'. The Game will be ffa at 5:00pst, assuming not later.
Any last requests, now is the time. I don't expect anyone will die, but it does hapen. Until then, I'm taking creative license.
>>9864*useless reeeeing in disapproval*
>>9865Yeah, move it along gently so that I'll be able to take so.e developmental action next period and not spend 4 hours waiting in line.
>>9866Was that intentionally to piss us off?Trumpaladin going flying into town, sword out and ready
>>9866Why would you disapprove?
>>9867Well, that was your fault for getting in line. All your faults really. You didn't even know what you were waiting for XD
>>9869True, true...
I'm just saying get ready to cut to the chase.
As each character appears at Port Barry, the first things that are assaulted are the senses. Gone is the neat and clean smell, replaced by the odor of ash, cinder, and smoke. The roaring of hundreds of fires can be heard from throughout the city, along with the tromping and stomping of feet from small to inhumanly huge.
The city is being razed.
The Broncos, along with the city guard has taken and are holding the quarantine area to keep the civilians safe, and is surrounded by scores and scores of malicious and observably infernal creatures. Additionally, a small contingent of the ne'er do wells are fighting back with their fists and farm tools, but the city has been largely evacuated and is in the process of being torn apart.
There are currently 3 factions operating in the port at this moment: there are a bunch more (((were-rats))), there are squads of demons operating in something resembling a formation, and squads of devils, who are in rigid and precise positions. They all stream about, looking for anyone or anything to ransack that might still be in the city, while a larger mass of all three has the quarantine area surrounded.
In addition, Thez is not wearing any of her shiny, has her sword in one hand, her broom in the other, and is splattered with blood across her body and in her hair.
She ported everyone with their respective mounts, and placed everyone along the wall of the Quarantine area (for both strategy and viewpoint).
It almost appears that all hell has been unleashed on the unsuspecting city of Port Barry.
While there have been casualties, indeed the streets are painted with blood, the overwhelming majority of the citizens are safe (for the moment) inside the Quarantine, of which the gate is under a battering from arms and magic. Also from the wall, the characters can see an eerie glow emanating from the newly constructed Football stadium.
In the distance, Trump tower appears to change direction and make its lumbering way back to the Port, at none-too-fast a pace.
All that can be heard is the screams of the citizenry, the wailing of the armies of the damned, and the roaring of fire unleashed on the whole city.
Thez immediately <whoooofs> down amidst the throng of wretched creatures surrounding the quarantine area, from which flashes of magic begin firing all around. The eerie sound of the infernals increases in volume as she spins, teleports, and flies about in a flurry/fury of activity.
From the town, a blood-curdling scream is heard as a lone child bursts open a top-floor window of a building already on fire with demons surging inside. Thez breaks from her assault and (using another type of teleport effect) zips by the window, now carrying the child safely from the building as the armies around the quarantine surge back against the already battered and weakening gate and the others in the building spill from the window in attempted pursuit of the child.
Thez lands quickly on the wall near the party, deposits the child on the wall and tells her "Go down and find someone you trust." before she turns to the party. "This,... this was never supposed to happen." she says before <whoofing> back to the gate, back into a mad frenzy of murder.