>Also:

>Current Forces:

>Kharn The Betrayer, leading a warband of World Eaters (on call)
>The Black Legion (formerly) under Abbadon has come under your control to assist you in your attack (on call)

>You still require the assistance of the Thousand Sons, Noise Marines and the Plague Marines.

Gary offers his arm to Trap Marine like a gentleman and escorts her in.

>>6148541
>Offer to escort

You hear a somewhat seductive voice, yet you can't quite tell if it is male or female.

"No, no, Sir. You enter alone. I've not business... Mmmm with the Prince." You see Trap Marine blush a little bit and start to giggle.

You feel as though you've been violated.

Somehow.

>Input Command.

>>6148630

Gary girds his loins and goes in, hoping that his loins won't need more girding than he is capable of.

>>6148630
ENTER


...NO, NOT LIKE THAT

Stride confidently into the fortress, purpose evident in every step.

>MAN UP. GO IN.

You enter the elaborate palace, your bolter at the ready, just in case. Your senses are assailed with a multitude of various intoxicating odors and substances as you make your way into the foyer. You're drawn through the corridors, various Daemonettes winking at you, moaning seductively, calling out for you to join them. You can see the court of the Price in the next room.

>Input Command...

Put on a cup before entering.

See the Prince, of course. Winking while clicking our tounge and pointing randomly is optional.

>See the Prince

Shooting a few casual winks, points, and "'Eyyyy." 's at the Daemonettes, you steel yourself against their charms, entering the court of the Prince.

Or what.. ehh.. looks to be the Prince. It has tits. Lots of them.

"So, another enters my harem in search of the ultimate satisfaction? Or perhaps to fulfill dreams and delusions of grandeur?"

You have to somehow get this freak to let you have at those Noise Marines. Then you can get the hell out of this place before you start growing penises for fingers.

>Input Command...

We promised Khorne galactic slaughter.

We shall promise Slaanesh galactic freedom. TRUE freedom.

>>6148996

Bow in a manner befitting a Prince, then pitch our plans to him and ask for the help of a few Noise Marines in Gary's campaign to spread the true and ultimate joy of Slaanesh to the ignorant, tasteless sods of the Imperium.

Be all business with the Prince. Tell "it" that we mean to break our foot off in the Imperium's ass, but we need the aid of Slaanesh's finest to do that. Mention our alliance with The World Eaters and control of The Black Legion if needed.

>>6149046
"Surely he won't slit your throat in the night. Nope, no chance."

>>6149046
WHERE THE FUCK is the gary vault in fallout 3, anyway?

>>6148996
"Yo, Slaanesh, what up? I'll be needing a couple of Chaos's finest to go and knock over Cadia and kick that smug fucker Creed's ass. Know what I'm sayin'? Anyway, I'm letting you get in on a piece of the action, all the cocaine and acid-induced nightmare mind trips for prisoners that you can eat. Also, next stop is Ulthwe. You wanna see if Eldrad really -does- have the biggest dick in the universe? Do me a solid and we're golden!"

>Try the charismatic approach.

You bequeath to the Prince of your planned attack on Cadia, and require the aid of the Noise Marines to assist in your assault. You mention opening multiple hives for his domain, aside from the few promised to Khorne, of course.

A sinking feeling fills you as it smiles in a twisted manner, cackling madly.

"I've not had such an alluring offer in quite a while... Millions of new playthings to toy with... and corrupt."

The 'corrupt' rings in your ears. Despite your lack of ability to feel remorse anymore, you do feel bad for whatever poor fuck gets caught by this guy. Having secured the name of a Chaos Sorceror of the Noise Marines, so that you may contact him when ready, you quickly leave. You hear the thundering motor and theme music MUCH louder now.

"NANANANANANANANANA DOOOOOOOMRIDER!"

An engine revs as the stained glass window shatters, the Doomrider landing in front of you.

"I DO COCAINE! AND I HEARD WE'S GOIN' WITH YOU SOON. IF YOU NEED ANYTHIN', DOOMRIDER CAN GET YOU WHAT YOU WANT, WHEN YOU WANT IT!"

You see him throw a dice. It's a 5.

"WOO! ANYWAY, NEED A RIDE?"

>Take Ride
>Walk back to ship, GTFO.

Yell a hearty "FUCK YEAH!!" before slapping Doomrider five and taking a wild ride back to the ship.

Jump onto Doomrider's motorcycle. Hang-ten and headbang your way back to the ship.

Fuck it, we'll do it live.

Hop on board.

>>6149110
Go to Meresti Trainyard, walk east towards the edge of the map. It's a little south if you've walked a straight line.

>FUCK YEAR. JOY RIDE.

You hop on the back, balancing on a massive set of speakers. You see "SONY" crossed out.

DOOMRIDER revs up the engine. The Batman theme with changed lyrics blares from the speaker. You sing along.

"NANANANANANANANANA!"

It's a short ride back to your ship. You hive five DOOMRIDER as a dice drops from his glove.

It's a 1.

"AWWW FUCK. DOOMRIDER'S BLASTING OFF AGAIN!"

You see DOOMRIDER get blasted by some mysterious force and is noting more than a twinkle in the sky in mere moments. You step onto your ship. Your Daemon crew of Khornette, Daemonette, Fatechanger, and the cute little horde of Nurglings are all waiting.

[ ] Go to Tzeentch World
[ ] Go to Nurgle World

>>6149328Trainyard or station?

>>6149346
TZEENTCH

>>6149406
Trainyard. It's a little south-east of Canterbury Commons, and JUST north-east of the Corvega Factory.

>>6149422
Addendum: The "it" in this case being Vault 108, the Gary Vault.

FUCK AND PISS, DOOMRIDER'S GONE. Sigh whistfuly before updating our group. Set course Nurgaltown. Have threeway with Khornette and Daemonette if possibe during trip. If not, amuse ourselves with Nurgings(BUT NOT LIKE THAT DAMNIT). Also, ask Fatechanger about future courses of action.

Sorry, set course FOR Nurgletown.

Head to Tzeentchland, JUST AS PLANNED.

NURGLE IT UP G.

>Tzeentchville

The Fatechanger uses his ability to plan ahead and has already started to guide the ship through the warp. You amuse yourself by playing Lemmings with the Nurglings.

D'awww... They're parasoling off the edge to get to the safe zone.

*SELF DESTRUCT*

Just as planned...

They reform into cute lil' balls of disease and corruption as you land on the mysterious world.

You step off your ship. You feel your feet hit tile flooring. Through the thick blue smog, you make out an archway.

You enter the archway. You're greeted by a redshirt.

"Welcome to the Emporium of Man."

You facepalm. Fucking puns.

"The Master is waiting in the Manager's office."

>Input Command...

Tzeentch

>>6149690
PUNCH THAT LITTLE SHIT IN THE FACE

Get some of those headphones with the mic. Just as planned.

>>6149690
Ask the redshirt to take you there, as you expect the Master already knows what we seek, as well as expecting the redshirt to spontaneously combust sometime during this trip.

Find Tzeentch. Carry flashcards with your half of the conversiontion on them.

"Just as planned" my ass. Give the Fatechanger a withering glare; not that it'll change the situation. Head to the Manager's office.

>DISPENSE JUSTICE

You wind back and let fly a right hook into the redshirt's face, sending him flying into a stack of Forge World Titans.

>>6149740
Noise Marines will hook you up later. Hot shit next-gen gaming headset, with bitchin' paint jobs.

>Meeting with 'The Master'
>Bring Flashcards

You are led to the Manager's office by another redshirt. He knocks on the door, announcing your arrival.

"ENTER."

He touches the doorknob to open it for you. Instantly, in a plume of blue feathers and fire, he and the door vanish. You hear a cackle from the smoke. You can see Tzeentch in the form of a bird daemon wearing a business suit. A plaque adorns his desk.

<GW CEO|FW FG>

"So you have come, young Betrayer, and I trust to acquire the following of my Thousand Sons to aid you..."

>Input Commands...

Hold up a flash card saying "Yes, but you already knew that."

>Hold up a flash card saying "Yes, but you already knew that."

Continue conversation in this manner.

Try the logical approach. When the Imperium's collective eyes have been opened, millions, if not billions, will flock to seek the wisdom of Tzeentch. Isn't that worth loaning us some of his followers?

Alternatly, continue conversing in flash cards.

>Flashcard

*Yes, but you already knew that.*

"Indeed. I see you came prepared. Which I knew you would. Which is why I prepared."

A flick of his wrist turns your cards into a whirlwind and lands on his desk. You're now powerless to speak.

"If you wish my aid, you will not speak, and I shall accept that as a token of your subjugation."

He looks to your cards. At the top of the pile on his desk, ironically:

*Fuck off, cunt. Khorne is my homeboy. BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!*

You can still move, and draw your Khornate Daemon Weapon. It gurgles blood and spews off profane phrases of death, murder and violence, staining the walls and his desk.

"... Not as planned. BUT I PREPARED FOR IT!"

You feel your voice return. Your cards are reduced to ashes.

"I'll take your Thousand Sons, just as planned, and stomp Cadia, just as planned, and defeat your mortal enemy. JUST AS PLANNED."

Tzeentch looks upon you with an air of disgust.

"Yessssss... HIM. THE ONE MAN TO BEST ME IN A GAME OF CHESS, 10,000 YEARS IN THE MAKING."

You grin. You've somewhat made the Lord of Change rage.

Just as planned...

"Very well. Take the Thousand Sons and crush the man known as Creed. Then bring his body to me so that I may play with it... I need new model ideas."

With a flick of the wrist, you're back in your ship. A bit more insane from the jaunt into the warp, but meh, whose counting YOUR insanity points?

No one, that's who.

>Input Command...

>>6150007
JUST AS PLANNED

Give the Fatechanger a swift kick to the crotch for his fucknuttery. Punch face if kick doesn't work. Set course for Nurgleworld. Chill with other cohorts if needed.

Just as planned.

I find the lack of Dark Mechanius disturbing.

>>6150007
Let's go see Papa!

>>6150088
You'll get yours. Iron Warriors will join you for a circlejerk later.


i need to get back to my dorm. QUEST PAUSED. ARCHIVE.

But fuck that, I'm a fucking genius compared to the button-cockslapping AdMech.

Man, I made a bunch of spelling mistakes. Probably just excited that I got to participate in one of these things.

Does anyone have a link to an archive of this?

>>6150225
No

>Papa Nurgle!

Your ship exits the atmosphere en-route to your next-to-final destination.

The course to the Nurgle world consists of a few lazy turns through the warp, most of your crew yawning with blissful relaxation until you land.

Or you think you land. Your ship is sinking in what could be described as Dagobah Swamp, with extra stink. You're going to make this quick.

You make good of your ability to enter a berserker charge and rush out screaming for blood, towards a massive citadel made of....

Well, let's just say if it had eyes, it would be a Shoggoth.

You hack at the wall of the structure to sate your bloodlust and clear your head.

You have 3 options:

[ ] North
[ ] East
[ ] West

>>6150632
FULL SPEED AHEAD

>CHARGE

You rush through the main corridor.

You have entered the Spawning Pools. You force your air scrubbers into overdrive as you try to keep yourself clear of the miasma. A pool of the sludge starts to mould itself into a vaguely humanoid form.

It's.. a... Nurglette.

D'aww.


"Hello. Papa Nurgle isn't here right now. But he said you're a good guy, so you can have help. But there's a condition."

"WHAT IS IT?"

"I get to tag along."

[ ] OH FINE.
[ ] NO WAY.

[ ] OH FINE.
But keep her the hell away from the sandwiches.

>[ ] OH FINE.

You allow her to accompany you. She hands you a grime covered slip of paper.

"Nurgle Chaos Sorceror?"

"Yep. Call him."

...

God damn these bastards are lazy. Nurglette starts walking beside you. Really close. Close enough to feel your armour melting from the acidic miasma that hangs around her. Thankfully you enter your furious berserk charge once again and start stomping Nurglings to stop your rage. You stick Nurglette in the cargo hold to keep the smell out of the main cabin.

>Chapter Complete: Unite Your Armies

>You have gained the forces necessary to assault Cadia.

>NEXT TIME!

>>6148474
> lol i alredy red dat at anоntalk.com last nite
I laughed out loudly.

Hey, if you're in Nurgle's crib, where's Isha?

>>6151220
She was down east path.

Shit, we picked the wrong path. :(

GARY THE BUSTREYER