/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

B1

>>29514

B2

>>29514

B2

>>29514

B2

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B2

>>29514

B2

Okay. You're a girl. Definitely a girl. Probably about… 15? Maybe 16? You're a little flat, a little plain, and a little short. Not bad by any means, just average. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a little summery sundress that's seen better days.

You take a second to stare, and then swallow hard. The face isn't familiar at all. You have some serious amnesia going on.

>NEW STAT UNLOCKED - INSANITY

You twitch a little. Okay. Okay. You can deal with this, it'll just take a bit.

You wander out of the bathroom as you consider your next move. You really have no idea where you are, and you have nothing with you…

A) Head upwards. Maybe you can get to the roof.

B) Head downwards. You'll get to street level eventually.

C) See what you can find on this floor first.

>>29528

B

Also, to all players: This quest will be slow-paced, with posts throughout the day.

>>29528

C

I'm intrested to see where this goes, sounds fun.

>>29528

A

Kinda want a lay of the land

>>29528

A

>>29528

a

>>29528

C

Something tells you that getting a view from higher up may be useful. You don't even know where you are.

Passing by graffiti that reads "CAN'T SLEEP THE GREEN THING WILL FIND ME" and "IT HURTS IT HURTS IT HURTS" and "FUCK THEM DEAD THEN FUCK THE CORPSE", you finally hit what looks like a stairwell. Bracing yourself, you pop the door open.

Yes. It's stairs… although the stairwell isn't quite right. Instead of a straight shaft upwards, the room wobbles in a loose spiral upwards, as if the builders were on large amounts of acid and alcohol. That does make a strange amount of sense, given the way the other skyscrapers looked when you took a peek out the window.

You start heading up; the stairs are of uneven size, so it's a little slow going - hard to get into a rhythm. After about ten or fifteen flights, your calves are starting to feel it (evidently you're not in the best shape ever), but you have no other negative effects. The top floor is about five more landings away.

It's then that you hear it. Something is following you - barreling up the stairs from below, grunting and hissing. You freeze. What should you do?

>FIRST RESPONDER: Please roll 1d100.

>A: Get off on this landing.

>B: Run for the roof.

>C: Play possum - it might not be looking for you.

>STATS:

>Name:???

>Insanity: 5

>Physical state: Slight fatigue

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>29543

A

>>29543

A

>>29543

A

>>29543

B

>A

No time to think. You lunge into the heavy door; as you do you get a glimpse of something wretched. Imagine, if you will, a buffalo with the limbs of a gorilla. Now remove the eyes and nose, giving it no facial features but a huge, blubbery mouth. Then remove the fur, covering it instead in dripping red slime.

That's not exactly what was pursuing you. It's close.

You lean back on the door, panting, taking stock of your surroundings.

The floor is devoid of solid walls but for what's behind you; a few columns keep it structurally sound. In the middle of the floor, a mockery of a boardroom has been set up behind glass panels. At every setting but the head, a nude figure stands, bound to an X-shaped frame. Each are - were probably human, but have been mutated. Warped in strange ways. Each moans or gibbers or whispers, their sounds muted from your position.

In front of that, there is a desk. A secretary in a somewhat-revealing suit glances at you over her glasses.

"Can I help you?" Completely calm, as if this happens all the time.

>A - Forget this! Take your chances with the red thing!

>B - Ask her for assistance qand let her know what followed you.

>C - Freeze. Wait for something to happen.

>D - Something else.

Also, I will need a Notice check (Roll under a 40) and a Resistance check (Modified by the above, TN varies.)

Lower is better.

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>29562

Notice roll

A

Rolled 2 (1d100)

>>29562

res

>>29562

B

>>29562

B

>Failed notice, FLAWLESS SUCCESS resist.

You should be looking elsewhere. Instead, you're staring at the cleavage of the woman in front of you. Her tits are kind of unreal.

"There's… a thing… it's huge and red and oozing and-"

"Borygmror." She nods, stretching back. "They're annoying, but they won't off you. The ooze is infectious, though. Fair warning."

"Uh… o-okay. So can you help me any? I'm new here, and-" And your voice cuts out as her nipples pop out. They aren't teats. Her breasts are capped by fat, purple, wet-looking cock-heads. No shaft, just the head.

"Fresh-dead? Tsk… I really can't. Without a little taint, you wouldn't get any advice anyway…Unless you'd like a job." She glances over her shoulder at the "board room".

>A - Politely decline and leave.

>B - Don't jump to conclusions. Ask what the job is.

>C - Drill for more info (about what?)

>NEW STAT UNLOCKED - LIBIDO.

>Name: ???

>Insanity: 5 (Mostly together.)

>Libido: 10 (Average resting level for a teenager.)

>Physical status: catching your breath..

>>29584

B

>>29584

B

>>29584

C (What do dead people actualy do?)

B and C both - why not? Post incoming.

>>29584

B

>>29594

>>29593

Nice timing, eh? Both is great, I'm waiting for the post.

"What do dead people actually do?" That earns you a quizzical look. The secretary leans onto her arm, shifting in the desk chair.

"Everything that mortals do and then some. Some of us try to ascend to godhood, or to archdemonhood or whatever. Some try to get from one afterlife to another. Some wallow in their vices and pleasures… and some just… wander."

"O-okay." That answers a bit, anyway. "What about you?"

"Me?"

"What do you do?"

"Would you like to find out?" She purrs - you swallow hard. Perhaps not?

"Okay - you - said something about jobs?"

"Oh, of course. We need a scout, first. Someone cunning and ruthless who can infiltrate the Board's rivals. Second, we need a tester for some… materials… we found." She rolls a pen between her fingers at that.

"Like… like research?"

"Exactly like being a research specimen." Eek. "And then, if you don't fit any of the other jobs…" she saunters out from behind the desk. "There's always a position right… under… me." You need to answer fast.

>A - Take the first job. Roll ????

>B - Take the second job.

>C - Give into her advances.

>D - Try to turn the tables on her. Roll ????

>E - RUN. Roll resistance!

>>29596

B

But oh fuck, pleasuring someone from under their desk is hot.

>>29596

B

>>29596

E

>>29596

B

"I'll take the research gig." She stops short, staring at you.

"What?"

"Yeah. Being a guinea pig can't be that bad." You force a smile that's more confident than you feel. The secretary stares a few seconds, and shrugs.

"Very well. The labs are on the 33rd floor. I'll inform them that you're on the way." She heads back to the desk, saying nothing else.

It occurs to you that the borwhatever is still out there… and you don't know what floor you're on. It also occurs to you that if you ask her to show you the way, she'll probably try to molest you. Decisions, decisions.

>A - Go yourself. You can handle it.

>B - Ask for assistance.

>C - Go yourself - and book it out of here!

>STATS UNLOCKED - SADISM AND MASOCHISM.

>Name: ????

>Libido: 15 (You brassed off the teasing, but…)

>Sadism: 5 (You could PROBABLY hurt a fly.)

>Masochism: 25 (You just took a lab rat job!

>>29605

C

>>29605

B

>>29605

B

>29605

B

>>29605

B

>>29605

C

"I don't really know how to get there…" You mutter. "Do you think you could…?"

"Oh, you have to ask?" She's at your side in a second, an arm around your waist. "Please. I'd be glad to… escort you." She pulls you close as she waltzes you out to the steps, marching you downstairs.

"Glad… uh.. glad to hear it."

"How could I deny a delectable little thing like you?" She promptly slides a hand down your thigh, then back up - under your skirt. You are suddenly aware you are without panties.

You are also aware that your head is right by her chest, and you can smell the heady musk from the nipple-glans… it's making your head a little foggy.

It's a few floors to your destination. Do you ask her anything? And -

>A - brush her hand off.

>B - ignore it.

>C - counter-grope!

ANY choice here will involve at least a resistance roll!

>>29614

A

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>29614

B

Resist roll (incase you want it now)

>>29614

A

>>29614

B

ask if there's anything she can tell you about what 'the Board' does

Passed the resistance. Need a tiebreaker - and either way, a d100.

>>29614

C

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>29619

a d100

A voted. Posting up.

>>29622

The guy that rolled the 35 already voted, he was just giving you 'a 1d100' not voting for A again

"So.. what does the board do?"

"They rule this sector. Keep the others in line, expand to keep rival demons from exerting their influence and changing the local rules… the usual." Her finger traces around your pucker. You squirm.

>Resistance passed.

"Hey, knock it-" You gasp as the finger enters your asshole.

>Masochism - 10 (tit-musk) - failed!

"O-ooooh!" You freeze suddenly, your attempt to casually brush her hand away becoming pitiful flailing.

"Heh. Why are you bothering to pretend you don't like this? It takes a special breed of slut to end up in Pandemonium." A second finger joins the first, as she guides you to a landing and pins you up against the wall… forcefully. You're sure her tit-cocks are leaking more profusely, and you are almost sure you see her pencil skirt bulging.

>Masochism +5 - currently 30.

>Libido +15 - currently 30.

What do you do?

>A - Try to push her off (Resistance and strength)

>B - Taunt her to try to get her to make a mistake. (Sadism)

>C - Let her have her way. (Masochism)

>D - Beg her to let you go. (Resistance)

>>29623

Ah well. Missed that. Call the vote for C the effective tiebreaker then - either way it was a vote for a more active response.

>>29624

D

>>29624

D

>>29624

D

>>29624

A

>>29626

sorry about the 'a 1d100' post I see how it wasn't clear.

>>29624

D

D it is. I need a Resistance roll.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>29633

Resistance

>Resistance succeeded

"Please… stop." You whisper. "I don't want this! I don't… I don't want…"

"Then why are you being so very… compliant?" She moans in your ear as she pulls her half-hardened cock out, grinding it against your ass. You can't see it, but it feels… wrong. Too fat. Too bumpy. Too… just WRONG. Your hands tremble against the wall.

"I'll do anything… just… please, don't. Not now. Not h-here."

"Give me a reason to, slut. Give me one… good… reason… not to shove my cock inside you, right here and now, and make you my personal fuck-doll. Because I guarantee… once you experience this, you won't crave for anything else. Ever."

>Libido +10 - currently 40. She knows how to make that sound good…

>Your response?

Talk it out. The next post will be tomorrow.

>>29635

I.. I uhh.

>>29635

'You already called ahead to the research people that I was heading down didnt you? You might get in trouble if I didnt show up because you made me your happy little fuck-doll.'

I can't write someone geting sexed up but i'm sure you can write it out to be said with the apropriate gasps and moans.

>>29657

I literally can't come up with a better idea.

>>29677

I barely even remembered it. I think leaving it open for players to think something up to talk themselves out is not such a good idea.

>>29635

"because I asked you to?!"

"Having sex with me will make you die…again!!"

>>29692

"I know we are deep inside one of the most depraved levels of hell, but even here my consent means something, and rape is never fun, at least not when you try to force yourself on me and get beaten to death, so get the fuck out of my skirt, please, I beg you" - upgraded the first suggestion a bit for you, confusion will be our path to victory.

>>29635

"Its a waste of a slut. Anyone can fuck. Not everyone makes it an art.

I'l… if you want me, I'll suck you off or eat you out. But please not like this."

>>29635

Is there a way that we can suck them off or something while they're fingering us in exchange for guidance?

>>29657

I vote for this response, it's the most reasonable?

>>29657

agreed this one

>>29657

Can agree to this,

Please return to us with moar when you can OP- really enjoying the story so far

>>30144

Ditto.

>>29635

continue this story!!!!

Apologies for my absence. I've had technical issues that have prevented me from staying online for more than a few minutes at a time. This is now fixed. Updates will resume this evening if all goes well.

"They want me back at research, right? Th. they won't like being kept waiting." She snorts, and for a second she just glares at you, as if sizing up the possibility of someone actually being angry at her. Finally, she lets you go.

"It's down another four landings. Or do you sill want me to walk you? I'd hate to slow you down." Ugh. Now she's being snide.

>A - Yes.

>B - Go by yourself, like a boss.

>C - Go by yourself - FAST.

A

>>30649

A

glad you're back

>>30649

A

She snorts once more. "Fine. But let me tell you… I don't like my fun being delayed." Her footsteps echo more loudly as she practically stomps alongside you. "So when I do get you alone, I should tell you - you WON'T be able to WALK STR-" She suddenly grows quiet, freezing mid-shout. Her expression drops from irritation to an utterly blank face.

"Uh… you okay?"

"We're still on the stairs."

"Yeah?"

"I was getting loud. On the stairs."

"Yyyeah?" You don't like where this is going. Almost on cue, you hear it again - the dripping red thing, grunting and panting as it charges down the stairs, straight for you.

>LUCK ROLL - Under 50!

Rolled 21 (1d50)

>>30657

luck

>>30658

The borwhateveritwas barrels downstairs too quickly to dodge. You throw your hands up and -

>Luck - SUCCESS.

It smacks RIGHT into the secretary, blasting her through the door on the next landing and pinning her to the ground, covering her with red slime from its drooling, oozing tongue. She twists around, grunting and screaming - but isn't able to get free.

Deciding that discretion is the better part of gettin'-the-fuck-outtathere, you run for the 33rd floor.

Slamming the door behind you, you take a second to get your bearings. It's a lab. Definitely. Beakers and weird equipment everywhere… and cages. Half of which are filled with unidentifiable.. er… beings.

"Oh. The new girl." A hundred muted voices all speak at once, followed by one tiny squeaky voice that says "Howdy!"

"Yeah, that's - " you clear your throat. "Me."

"Good. We needed another head subject." The voices echo - all coming from the mouth of a tall, curvy blonde that looks perfecty human. Her mouth barely opens as that squeaky voice adds "so much blood…"

>A - Nope. Get outta there

>B - Yep. Ask for your first assignment!

>C - Yep. Take a swig from a random beaker!

>>>>30665

A!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

>>30665

B

>>30665

B

"Eager, aren't you?"

>"kinda like a puppy!"

You aren't sure what to think of that one voice.

"I guess?"

"Good. That will carry you far. I'll need to infect you with our latest creation… and then, I suppose, we'll need to test how it reacts to foreign sources of corruption." That sounds vaguely ominous. You nod, and the blonde hands you a beaker. "Drink this." You barely look at the green stuff before swigging - only to realize that it isn't fluid. It's full of gelatinous, squirming, tiny grubs.

>Two checks needed - Luck (under 60) and Masochism (Target under 30, effect ????)

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>30673

luck

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>30673

masochism

>Luck failed!

You try to spit it out after the first taste, but you're frozen in terror as the grubs swarm your mouth - and start burrowing through your skin, and along the length of your body… the little glowing balls of corruption glow green through your skin as they descend.

>Masochism - EPIC SUCCESS.

…it is a good pain. In fact, the pain blots out all other thoughts but arousal.. you can't even focus on the terror of what's happening.

>Masochism = 45

>Libido = 50

"What… is- is it?" You manage to ask, feeling one of the things squirming in a loop around and then through a nipple.

"Synthetic Legion parasites. Mindless. We assumed we could put one of us with a mind in with many of them, and the thinking one would become dominant without merging…"

>"Faaat chance."

"Yes, that. But they do have… interesting results on the uncorrupted." That's you, you'd guess. "Of course, they do need more… stimulation for best results."

"..such as…"

"More corruptive material, of course. We could always throw you to the two that are… from the sound of it… rutting above us. I think it'd be more interesting to use material I haven't seen yet."

>ANON RESPONSE: What do you suggest?

Focus on escape. Find out our new power and put it to our advantage.

>>30678

Seconded.

>>30677

"I don't think so. I don't know how it is in hell, but I take my job responsibilities seriously, and that sounds like a way to not last a day. I've seen how hung everything is here! No thanks, please be gentle."

You decide that escape is the number-one priority (why you asked the crazy secretary to escort you, then, you're not sure…). That said, you probably need to stay intact until you get out, and so you give the blonde an eloquent request to be gentle with you. She laughs.

"You don't need to worry. The soul is far hardier than you'd expect."

>"you kin takea poundin'!"

"But I HAVE harvested specimens from both of them. No, if we're to see what your new payload is capable of, you'll need to find extracts from a different breed."

>"go an' find us some freaks!"

"Perhaps one of the Rakshasha, or one of Valefar's brood. Either would hold sway north of here. Or one of Maglya's daughters, from the undercity."

>"kitties an scales an shrooms yo."

You frown a little. "So you won't be using any of… er… all of this?"

"As I said, I know how subjects react to all those." She leans on a waist high cage, which contains a pile of bulbous nodes and tentacles. Upon further inspection, you can see the legs - the figure inside huddled in the fetal position.

Lovely.

"Just go and find a way to extract some… essence from one of those breed, then bring it back here so I can observe the corruption, and how your parasites modify it."

>NEW TRAIT - SYNTHLEGION.

>Effect: ?????

>Effect: The squirming under your skin slowly raises your libido.

What do you do now?

>A - Ask for advice (of what kind?)

>B - Ask for equipment (also of what kind?)

>C - Ask for sex

>D - Ask if you can go now

>>30693

A+B, offer to pay with C if needed.

"Sure, but I'm gonna need some help….. unless you want me to get lost with your precious research in me. "

>>30695

Yes please

>>30693

D

These people are crazy I need to get out of here.

"It's a little hard to tell which pronoun is apt. "The Rakshasha are going to be the most civil, and their corruption is quite useful… but if they feel slighted, you're going to be used as a breeder for a long time. The children of Big V are dumber and easier to manipulate, but their gifts are usually rather… esoteric. And Maglya… well, she's the Queen of Fungus and Oozes. That should say much."

"So… will you be giving me any equipment?"

"I suppose." She reaches under a counter and procures a fleshy, hair-covered bag that looks like a giant scrotum. Inside, she packs SIX CONDOMS, AN IMPACT BATON, and A SYRINGE. "The needle's a stimulant. Don't use it unless you're really screwed.. the aftereffects are nasty, and it's very addictive."

"Fair enough. Er… can I go now?" She nods.

"Come back soon."

>"wit samples!"

You ease out the door. It sounds like the red thing and the secretary are really going at it - with a glance up, you confirm that she's gripping the side of the stairs, and cum is dripping off the platform she's on. Jeez.

Well, what now?

>A - Go northish to find Valefar's brood or the Rak's.

>B - Try to find the undercity and the demon fungi.

>C - Pick a random direction and bolt!

>D - Other.

>>30699

D - go ask for directions, give the secretary a kiss on the way out.

I mean, she did want to fuck us and all, but as the new girl, its our job to be flirty and make an impression!

We're gonna get nowhere in hell by being passive. gotta git active.

>>30700

A with this visit

>>30699

A, let's go for the dumb children of Big V if possible. You're better against stupid than along with cunning.

>>30700

>getting near the thing that's currently doing the secretary

I don't think that's such a good idea anon

>>30702

Smutquest, fun times. I want to at least see what it IS, yeah?

I'd be inclined to go for the rakshasha - both to make ourselves nice and resourceful out of the gate - and because that was totally a hint for abilities we might get.

Difficult path, but then again this is hell.

>>30703

We can pay a visit to both of them since they are in the same direction and hoard ALL OF THE CORRUPTIONS.

"Hey - where are the groups to the north, anyway?" You pop your head back in the room - and see the researcher pulling out a bondage rack of some variety. Much like the ones in the boardroom.

"Ah, that's right. You're completely new here, aren't you?"

>"freeeesh meeeeat"

"Just head out the front door in the lobby and go straight along the road in front of you to go north. The city's laid out on a grid, so it's easy to find your way."

>"mostly!"

"The Rakshasha contingent are easy to find. Just follow that main street until the architecture takes a turn for the eastern - all white and domed with brass accents. You won't be able to miss it. Valefar's domain is past that a ways - there's a crater that's been built into. Even if that's not the center of his domain anymore, he still has many of his kin there."

>"so goo'luck!"

"Er… thanks." You watch, a little surprised, as she undresses - and WOW. Her figure is downright impossibly perfect, with pierced nipples and several long, curving scars across her body. Otherwise, though, she's perfectly… human. "What… er… what are you-"

"I want to take the suit off a while."

>"itchy!"

"Watch if you like, but… close the door after. And don't touch the rig. I'll get it myself when we return." You start to say something, but the words refuse to form. Instead, you're there as she latches herself to the cross. A concealed piston curls out, and starts hammering her cunt with a massive toy - and she groans softly, a hundred voices all letting out a moan of pleasure. And in the next moment, her mouth opens… and a swarm of THINGS pour out, writhing and twisting and buzzing. They squirm through a vent, and all that's left is a panting, whining blonde. Her hoarse voice is barely audible. "Stop… p-please… not this… not again…"

Deciding to follow the researcher's instructions, you head out the door. Nope. Not messing with her. Not now. Instead, you head back up to say your goodbye to the secretary.

"Hey, you! I got my task, so I'm going to be heading out." The red thing keeps pounding her. She's almost entirely coated with red goo now, and as she looks up at you, her eyes are hooded with mind-blown lust. To make things worse, the whole platform is covered in a thin layer of cum. You giggle when she can't marshal a response. "Aw. It's okay, I'll be back soon. C'mere." You lean down to give her a kiss, and-

>REFLEX SAVE - Roll under a 50!

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>30705

oh boy oh boy ruh oh scooby

>Reflex check - FAILED

You see it too late. Her mouth is completely filled with a frothy mixture of her own cum and the beast's red ooze. She lunges towards you, and as she kisses you, forces her tongue into your mouth, forcing a huge blob of the foul-tasting cum-slurry past your lips. You wince and cough and try to pull away - and succeed, but not until you've swallowed a good amount of it. Still coughing a bit, you back up. "So… uh… yeah. I'll - I'll be seeing you." You stammer, trying to salvage your image.

You descend the stairs quickly - the red thing and the secretary are still fucking, so you figure you won't be stopped for a while. You start to feel odd as you get to the bottom - taking a seat on a bench by the stairwell, you close your eyes. Okay. This can't be too bad… can it? You can… just sit here… and take a few deep breaths… and surely whatever this cum is doing to you will pass…

>LUCK ROLL - Under 30!

>MUTATION CHANCE ROLL - Modified by luck!

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>30707

luck!

Rolled 71 (1d100)

>>30707

Mutation!

Blessed be chaos!

>Luck - FAILED.

>Mutation - 60+

You groan, feeling something stabbing through you. Your flesh feels more pliant, somehow, as if it's made of silly putty - and then of its own accord, it starts to shift. Your breasts swell, your figure going from "hardly there" to "actually not bad" in seconds. You laugh, though the sound is breathless and wheezy. And that's when you feel the cock coming in, descending from your loins and instantly hardening… you try to clear your head, but it seems that it's not over yet. Your flesh goes redder, as if you've had too much sun, and you're sure that something else has changed - but hell if you can tell what!

Standing slowly, you look for a mirror to check yourself in. It takes a minute to find the restroom. The mirrors are all cracked, but you still realize three things at once.

First, your little sundress is no longer really long enough. Your todger is tenting the skirt badly, and about to peek out. Second, you no longer have EYES - just smooth flesh. You aren't sure how you're seeing! Third… just seeing yourself like that is getting you more aroused. What the hell is wrong with you?

>Insanity +5

You stagger back from the mirror, heading for the door.

>NEW MUTATION - Cockubus member! You have a huge, needy, aching cock that will need regular draining!

>NEW MINOR MUTATION - Improved figure!

>NEW MUTATION - Eyeless! You can't be blinded or get spunk in the eye, but you can't shut things out by shutting your eyes either!

>NEW MINOR MUTATION - Red flesh!

What now?

>A - Head for the Rakshasha

>B - Head for the crater

>C - Dawdle. See what's en route first.

>>30714

Esoteric or Utility? Hmn! Whichever helps us survive this perverted hellhole!

>>30714

A

>>30714

lets go with A, also did the cock replace our vagina or do we have both now?

>>30714

A

>>30727

Let's go over the character sheet. It's been a while.

>Name: ???

>Sadism: 5 (You could PROBABLY hurt a fly..)

>Masochism: 45 (You… like it when it hurts.)

>Libido: 50 (You want to fuck something pretty badly!)

>Insanity: 10 (Against all odds? Saner than 99% of living humanity!)

>MUTATIONS

>Synthlegion - ??? - Modifies other mutations?

>Cockubus (l.1) - Cockubus member, Improved figure

>Borygmror (l.1) - Eyeless, Red flesh

>EQUIPMENT

>Nutsack

>Impact Baton

>Combat stimulant

>Condoms (6)

You book it down the street. As you move, you're astonished at just how ordinary this place is. No - ordinary's not the right word. There are demons flying overhead, flying cephalopods instead of pigeons, and the whole city looks like it was firebombed some ages ago. A squat, broad building with an art deco sign advertising PUBLIC WASHROOMS has been painted over with a huge graffiti sign that screams PISS ON US! An orange skinned titan of a woman roughly fingers a smaller girl outside of an alleyway. This place is clearly insane - and yet, a glance around reveals that life goes on here as it would elsewhere. A rotund green demon pushes a completely mundane-looking hot dog cart to a new location. Down the street, a bony… tall… thing sweeps up in front of a butcher shop while discussing something with a rather plain looking middle-aged woman. And as you pass a four-armed busker, he's playing an old rock tune you're POSITIVE you remember, but can't put a name to.

Pandemonium - it's fucking weird.

It takes about half an hour to get to the district the researcher was speaking of, and - yes, it's impossible to miss. It feels like you've left New York's bizarro-world alternate, and stepped into the same equivalent of… maybe New Delhi? You're not intimately familiar with middle eastern architecture.

Most of the demons walking around are just as varied as the rest of the walk here - but you notice that there are more animal-like demons here, bipedal beasts with features like a tiger, or a jackal, or a rhino.

They also all look… powerful. In control. Confident. You're not focusing on a single one of them, but you can feel it almost wafting off their presence.

Okay, time to plan. There are a few places that you could go right off the bat. There's a hookah bar to one side - maybe hit up one of them after they've had some whatever-it-is demons smoke. There's a grand tower in the distance - the local equivalent of the one you just came from, you'd guess. There's an open-fronted store selling radios and televisions (of all things) to your right - you can hang there a while and get your bearings. Or you can look for something else.

>A - The bar

>B - The tower

>C - The store

>D - Anon command

>>30740

>Nutsack

I don't know why, but just the thought of all the equipment in hell being made on pervy puns and stupid jokes(heaven gets all the good things) makes me crack up.

good job.

>>30740

B

>>30740

c

lets see what tehre is to buy. it fees like of like a junk/hardware/electronics store - but i bet there's a catch to purchases. It would be good for us to discover what kind of currency system is used here.

>>30740

B

Why bother with subtlety? No, you're just going to march up to the most noticeable structure there - the one that's probably the center of power for the area. You stride past the store (barely noticing that several radios go on the fritz briefly as you pass) and head straight for the tower. No one tries to hinder or stop you - at least until you get to the base of the tower itself. There, a pair of houndlike guards stand watch by the door, each brandishing an axe that looks improbably large. As you draw closer, they cross blades, blocking the way to the door, but say nothing.

What now?

>A - Bluff them, and claim you're expected.

>B - Brass it off, and act like you belong there without a tangible excuse.

>C - Ask about the tower. Beat around the bush.

>D - Anon input.

>>30753

D: remember our warning - the rakshasha tolerate no insult, and politeness is expected.

We should do the unexpected and introduce ourselves. This is hell, sin is cheap, courtesy is rare.

>>30757

I'm with this guy. Politely introduce ourselves and request an audience.

>>30757

"Hello there!" Silence from the guards. "I… ah… I'm new to the city, and I came to… er… pay my respects, and-"

"The Citadel does not open without cause." One of the guards barks - not quite literally, but close to it.

"Ah. So, ah, is there no chance of an audience with…" You realize that you're not entirely sure what the title of whoever's-up-there might be.

"No." Blunt as the backside of a shovel. "As I said, not without cause. The Sultan does not allow entry to any but his concubines and ambassadors." Oh. Well, hey, at least you got a little explanation.

"Oh. Well… um… if I wanted to somehow pay my respects to someone… under him?" They look you over briefly, and one shakes his head as he sees your tented skirt.

"I would see about getting a proper outfit first. You have already been used by one of the whores? And by a Borygmror?" Wow. He's observant.

"…she couldn't have been." The other mutters. "No wings."

"It's only the alphas of that breed that have them. The skin and eyes… it's a giveaway."

"Hmph." You decide not to put your two cents in right away. Just as well - they continue right away. "There are several merchants that are influential in the area. Or you could try to find one of the Sultan's harem…"

"They have the run of the district, after all."

"Or simply make yourself useful around here. It's your choice." You mumble a thanks, and back away from the tower… and somehow, none of that felt useful in the slightest.

Well, what now?

>Anon command mode on.

>>30766

"Wings sound nice, actually. Thanks for the explanation, but… I saw a store on the way here, but was too afraid to go in - or almost to ask - what do people use for wealth around here? Blowjobs? My first impression is everything is sex related, but it can't be as simple as that, can it?"

annnnnnd this was why you go other places first. money+influence+friends cum furst

Obviously we pay with condoms right? I dunno.

My vote is to walk around until we see someone powerful looking. Have sex with them. Hey a powerful mutation. Then work from there.

>>30766

go to the bar, find information about how things work in this town

>>30767

One of the guards rolls his eyes. The other gives you what looks like a thin smile - it's a little hard to tell with the shape of his muzzle. "We barter extensively. For hard currency, we use Gnosis."

"Little fragments of memory." The other clarifies. "That or metal ingots. Especially copper and gold."

"So what does a… gnosis coin look like?" The one who rolled his eyes digs into a pouch and procures one. It makes your head hurt just to stare at it - it looks like a hole. A circular hole in space. And then you stop trying to make sense of it, and it just looks… weird. The headache fades.

"That's the usual reaction." He mutters. "About why we keep them bagged, too. Stick to metal. You'll have to drink less." You thank the guards, and back out.

>>30795

The hookah bar is dimly lit, cool, and actually rather pleasant when you walk in. If you expected debauchery, this… okay, everyone's smoking something you can't identify, and there are a pair of scantily-clad dancers in back, with a third giving an insectoid thing a blowjob, but mostly it looks like a place to lounge, have a smoke and a drink, and talk. No one seems to be in a rush to move.

There are a few pillow-rings about hookahs that seem to have space. One is occupied by a very large feline rakshasha and a tiny, mostly-human looking fellow in dense robes. Another is comprised of three of the houndlike rakshasha, like the guards, who are bickering over a game of some sort. And a third has a long, serpentine figure that's coiled around a hookah, mostly asleep. Then again, you could take a seat at the bar itself - there are a few people perched there, plus a vaguely rhinolike bartender, who is talking to himself as he knocks a battered old radio about.

>A - Join the felinid.

>B - See what the hounds are fighting over.

>C - Curl up with the serpent

>D - Sit at the bar.

>>30830

B. we currently have nothing. if its a game we could wager and win some coins to get into the tower

>>30830

B

B. Get dat monie

"So what's the game?" You move in closer, trying to remain friendly; the two squabbling over the dice still snap at each other. At this distance, you can tell that the robes these hounds wear are far less… formal than the guards. Also less restrictive. Two of them are more or less showing off their groins; each has a fat sheath and a bulbous, full set of balls, with no hints of what lies inside.

"Three die ruin." He muses. "Not that some of us know how it's played…"

"In your eye!" One of them snaps. "The fool's roll is always victorious!"

"We don't play the street rules here. You know this. We told you this." The third growls. "Now pay what you owe."

"It is you that will-" You don't see what happens as much as you hear it. You're sure that he was reaching for a… something inside his robe. A rushing blur of wind from the bar, and the hound is gone, pulled out the door. You hear a wet ripping sound, and a shriek - and a few seconds later, the bartender walks back in, muttering an apology and throwing a small pouch (also scrotum-shaped, you note with some amusement) to the third hound. He nods in approval.

"Heh. That will do. A word of advice - Ruk is the most pleasant man in the pit… as long as you do not bring violence to his establishment."

"I'll keep it in mind." You keep the squeak out of your voice - just barely.

"Good, good. Would you like to roll? We find ourself without a third."

"What are the stakes?" You sit down, trying to conceal your erection for a second, before giving up entirely. "I don't have any funds… and I don't know the rules."

"So we play like for like. Memory for memory, material for material… fun for fun." He smirks. "The rules are quite simple - it's almost all luck. Take perhaps twenty seconds to learn."

What do you suggest playing for?

>A - "Fun".

>B - Bet the impact baton.

>C - Bet the stimpak

>>30866

Not to the bartender, who is quite close by, enough to toss a coin sack - "Hey, we need a third, can you show me how to play?"

bet on that friendliness.

Im inclined to say 'fun', even though it may lead to more corruption - but also perhaps our sidequest.

However, we need to consider needing to get with the legion sidequest things first before sleeping around.

I'm thinking we may not want to play, and instead beat people up for money - we have a baton and stimpack, after all, and we're probably going to use/lose them. (not starting shit in the bar, tho)

>>30866

C

>>30866

C

Man, I fucking love this story, it's a shame it's only once a day.

>>30866

B

>>30866

C

>>30866

A

>>30866

Dont care just post

Apologies again. My internet-ready device is gone for good; I will be posting semi-regularly again, whenever I can get a connection.

The stimpak is placed forward, and the hounds take note of the offering. "…Legion equipment." One mutters. "Ugly, but useful. I will match the bet with this." He reaches into his sack, and sets down a set of lockpicks. You're not sure how you know what they are, but the super-thin slats of metal are DEFINITELY lockpicks. The other hound sets down three of the gnosis coins.

"Nothing I have would be of similar value."

"Well enough. Now… the way you play-" He proceeds to lapse into a discussion of the game. In essence, you have three rolls with three six-sided dice. The attempt is to get a pair; the leftover die is your roll's value, highest value wins. If you don't take your first roll, you have to keep one of the dice you rolled for the second, and you have to keep two dice from your second roll if you roll a third time, and then he gets into specific die combinations and the like, and you have a sinking suspicion you know why it's called Three Die RUIN. A game like this could tear a man's fortune to pieces if he let it get him.

Alas, the description doesn't last as long as you believed it would, and you're rolling first.

>Luck roll! Remember - lower is better!

Rolled 19 (1d100)

>>31653

lucky roll

>>31654

>Luck roll - 19 - SUCCESS!

Your first roll is terrible. Your second marginally better - and as you roll the last die, you realize that you've done it. No pairs - but you rolled a 1-2-3. A straight, and (under the weird rules they follow) the most valuable straight in the game. The hounds groan in disgust, but take their turns without complaint. One rolls no pair, no points, the other a pair with a six - excellent, but not good enough. The lockpicks and the coins are yours!

You sweep them up, grinning - and then a blast of static assaults your eardrums. Ruk is hammering the radio once more, as hideous sounds come out of it, far louder than should be possible with a box that size.

What do you do?

>A - Ignore it, return to the game.

>B - See what's going on with the radio.

>C - Something feels weird. Make an excuse and slip away.

>>31657

B

>>31657

C

>>31657

B

>B

"Hold on a second, I'll - I'll be right back." You half-shout over the noise, making your way up to the bar. Your erection hasn't abated at all; you're a little self-conscious about that when you get there, but hey, it could be worse. Several of the others are packing similar endowment, at a glance, and no one seems to notice them. "So, uh… problems with your transistor?" You chirp at Ruk. He's still thumping the back of the unit with one massive hand.

"Da. It has never done this before… well, not since the pirate broadcasts stopped…" He mutters, and the static seems to coalesce somewhat.

"Sounds like you've almost got it."

"Hopefully. I do not wish to purchase a new device…"

>"DAMMIT, Kiddo! Do you know how fucking hard it is to get your attention? I wasn't done giving you the fucking schpiel before you tucked out of the closet!"

You recognize that voice. The same one from when you first got up. The radio is talking to you. And everyone else at the bar has backed up.

>"Look, kid - I'm not gonna give you shit for taking the Legion at face value at first. Not the brightest thing you coulda done, but not the worst. Thing is, you're still going about things wrong. You wanna get somewhere in this burg, you gotta do it yourself. Get a plan, make some waves, do something drastic or something stupid! Can't do errands for these afterlifers constantly, or you'll just end up a delivery girl."

"THE USURPER!"

"The traitor!"

>"Wa wuwurp-dammit, man, shut up, I'm doing my bit here. I don't tell you how to mix drinks, you don't tell me how to deejay. Point is, you need to figure out what you want out of this afterlife, and go for it. And if you ever need some help REAL bad, just come and see ol' C-"

His words die in a KRUNCH as Ruk destroys the radio between two hands. He glares at the remains, then back at you.

"He is not good person. Do not listen." And then he pats you on the head in a way that seems as patronizing as avuncular.

You glance the bar over. Things feel a lot more frosty right now, with several cautious or curious or angered glances in your direction. The two hounds you were playing with are gone - they took off the second they heard the voice.

Well. That was bizarre. What now?!

>A - Get some refreshments. You have a few coins, after all.

>B - Probe for details about whoever the deejay is.

>C - Ponder what you really WANT.

>D - Just get out of there!

>>31664

b

>>31664

A

>>31664

A+B

"Hey, can I… can I get something to eat?" You slide Ruk a coin. He shakes his head.

"This one is free. Consider a gift, for your dealing with… poor company." He glances at a trash bin, tossing out the scraps of the radio. "Ut. Suppose I will be buying a new one after all."

"…who was that, anyway?"

"A bad thing." He says nothing else as he starts assembling a lunch from various… er… things behind the counter. None look familiar.

"You all seem to know-"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't I at least know who he is? I mean, if it's that important-"

"He is bad news. Thing that turned on his people, betrayed us all. Now lurks outside, watching in. You get tangled in his scheme… he will play with you. Shake you around like old rag, da? Then chew you to bits." Ruk hands you a gray bag; inside is a bottle of milky white fluid, a carton of some yellow rice-ish stuff, and a wax paper bag of something that's been deep fried.

"Thanks."

"Do not mention. Just… do not indulge him. He will go away if you do not." He turns to the others at the bar, procuring some mu'assel for the next smoker who's asking for some.

Well, that was a bust. You have a feeling that he's not going to tell you anything else, and if you DO keep asking, you have the distinct feeling that he'd snap your neck. No, this free meal is a 'hey, I do you a favor now LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE' gesture. It's sort of hard to ignore, especially with the stares that you're attracting from the other patrons. You decide, quickly, to do that - but first -

"This is the first bag I've seen around here that doesn't look like a scrotum."

"Da. Make it myself." Ruk grunts.

"So why doesn't it…"

"Because is not a nutsack. Is a Ruk-sack." You groan. Yes, this whole place seems to be filled with hideous puns.

>NEW MECHANIC: PUN POLICE. If you spot a pun and call it out before it hits, you receive a bonus to your next roll!

With meal in hand, where to now?

>A - Go out the front, the way you came.

>B - Slip out the back, to avoid attracting attention.

>C - Wait a while to get the attention off of you - there should be a bathroom around here somewhere.

>>31699

C

>>31699

B

>>31699

B

>>31699

c

>>31699

>>NEW MECHANIC: PUN POLICE. If you spot a pun and call it out before it hits, you receive a bonus to your next roll!

YOU ARE MY FAVORITE NOW

Glad that the new mechanic has a fan. Vote is tied - need a tiebreaker.

>>31699

C

You excuse yourself from the bar, taking a minute to look for the restroom. Surely you can find one and lay low a while. It takes a minute of aimless-looking wandering to find the sign - seems it's downstairs.

The restroom is pretty large: there's a faint whiff of what it's used for, but it seems clean. You can hear faint noises from some of the stalls (which are arrayed in a large circle in the center of the room, facing out…) but nothing distinct.

What now?

>A - Pick a door close to the stairs.

>B - Pick a stall on the other side of the room.

>C - forget the stalls, just mill about near the sinks and kill time.

>>31717

B

>>31717

B

>>31717

B

>>31717

b