>>1662490
>>Thomas Dixon: Pretty lanky guy, paler than egg whites, and would most likely disown himself if he got anything less than an A

>>1662490
>Thomas Dixon: Pretty lanky guy, paler than egg whites, and would most likely disown himself if he got anything less than an A

>>1662490
>Luke Harrington: Small time delinquent, and couldn't give two shits about grades.

>>1662495
>Thomas Dixon

You walk down the stairs to the kitchen and grab a plate from one of selves and load some eggs and sausage on it. Before you tear into it you mutter a quick good morning to your Mother, and she begins her favorite side-hobby, questioning you like an old KGB operative.

"So did you sleep well?"

"I guess..." You reply with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Well listen, I need to head to Mrs. Arthur's house and help her with some issues she's been having. Are you still friends with Nick?" She asks as she walks around the kitchen gathering up her bag, and other supplies. Considering Mom works as a psychiatrist, she always gets called by her friends so they can vent to her, and they give her money to do a service a real friend would do for free.

"We're in the same classes, and we talk occasionally." Truth to be told you couldn't care less about Nick, but its less troublesome this way.

"You guys are going to have to run a few errands for me while I'm talking to his mom, so listen. I need you to get the groceries, the list is on the fridge, and also check by the laundromat to see if Dad's dry cleaning is done. Okay?"

"Gotcha." You mutter as you pick the list from the fridge, and head out the door.

Its only about five minutes until you arrived, and you find Nick already waiting there for you leaning against his fence. His eyes dart quickly, and he glances back at the house once or twice.

"Listen man, its a war zone in there. Let's get going."

With Nick in tow you decide which of the errands to do first.

>Dry-cleaning

>Groceries

>>1662563
>>Dry-cleaning

>>1662563
>Dry-cleaning

>>1662563
>>Dry-cleaning

You decide to go do the dry-cleaning first, and head into the town center. From there you cruise down a few small streets until you are outside the laundromat. Walking in, you flash the ticket for your father's dry-cleaning and walk out with the suit-bag. As you walk back with Nick, making small talk as you about some chemistry test that you both have yet to study for; you hear a slight muttering from one of the alleys.

Listening in a bit closer, you hear something strange.

>"SoOn... son... loOK how yoU'Ve GROWN..." whispers a voice like waves upon the shore, crashing strongly at first then drawing back with even rhythm.

Nick seems to have noticed your slight distraction, and says "Hey Thomas, come on. We still need to pick up the rest of your mom's shit."

>Check the alley
>Keep walking
>Write in?

>>1662607
>>Keep walking
Gonna just attempt to ignore our slow loss of sanity.

>>1662607
>Keep walking

Deciding to shake it off as trick of the wind, you do an about face and keep walking with Nick. As you move away from the alley, you feel the feeling of slight amusement coming from it.

>So EAger to pLAy, yet so rELuctANt to ADmit IT.

You head to the grocery store, and pick up all the various foods that your mom wanted for you to buy. Looks like you're eating pasta sometime this week.

Nick walks back to his house with you, walks up to the door, opens it and mouths that its clearly going to be a while until your mom will be back home. You quickly make the short walk back to your house, and say hi to your dad as he sits on the couch watching TV, nursing a mug of coffee.

"How you doing champ?" He asks. Oh right, he's generally bearable only when he doesn't has to get up at the crack of dawn and wake everyone up.

"Alright, picked up the groceries and your dry-cleaning." You say.

"Good to hear, going to need that next Saturday for that weird doctor banquet your mom drags us into." Oh damn, you forgot completely about the dinner the local hospital hosts for the staff and their families. Its generally a formal affair, but you could be doing so many better things with your time.

"Hey Dad, don't suppose I could miss it this year?"

"Take it up with your Mom not me. You know how she is with these things."

Taking the loss you go upstairs and do...

>Study for your test

>Check around online (for what?)

>Read a book

>Take a nap

>Write in?

>>1662666
>>Read a book

>>1662677
>Read a book

Deciding to delve into some literature you select a random title from your bookshelf and get absorbed into the world of grim-dark war, where mighty superhuman soldier battle against the forces of Chaos, and various alien beings.

>1+ to Will

>Thomas Dixon: Aspiring Scholar
>Health: 10
>Will: 6
>Intellect: 6
>Strength: 4
>Dex: 5
>(???): 1

Getting about halfway through the book before your mother calls you down for dinner seeing how she must have came into the house while you were reading, you quickly eat your dinner while making idle chatter with your parents, and then head upstairs once again.

>Now do you...?

>Continue reading

>Go to sleep

>Write in?

>Also roll a 1d20

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1662708
Study

>>1662713
Going to go to bed, will write this when I wake up.

bump

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1662708
>>1662713
second this man. Knowledge is power.

Also ??? stats are always terrifying.

>Study
>Roll of 18
You pull your chemistry textbook out of your bag, and grow a small smirk of mild amusement. Organic chemistry? Time to make carbon your bitch. Flipping through the chapter until you get a basic idea of the organization of the carbon chains and such, you then turn to the back for the extra problems that will probably be on the test.

After about an hour of relentless studying you start yawning, and the letters on the page start fading in and out as soon you are passed out on your bed with a textbook in your lap, which is not that uncommon for you lately. Slowly but surely, you fall through your bed, and then all is black.

>You're in water once again. You remember the movie Open Water, nothing but the rolling water around you, except for a small glint in the distance.
>Perhaps land, perhaps not.
>You're about to start dog-paddling, when a massive yank plucks you under the surface.
>Thrashing in panic you struggle to pry what appears to be a tentacle from your leg.
> Even though this is a dream, the fear is very much present.

>What do?
>Struggle free (roll 1d20)
>You don't seem to need to breath... see where this takes you?
>Write in?

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1663618
>>Struggle free (roll 1d20)

>>1663630
Support... and I aint gonna roll lol

>>1663630
nice roll, so support

>>1663630
Looks like struggle free is the choice. Phoneposting at the moment.

>Writing

File: beach.jpg (111 KB, 600x400)

111 KB JPG

>Unsurprisingly, being pulled down into the depths by some tentacled monstrosity is somewhat against your wishes at the moment, you've seen enough hentai to know where that ends up. Prying the tentacle from your leg, you wrestle the suction cups of your leg with no small amount of effort. Once free you struggle to return once again to the surface, and bob up and down once or twice to catch your breath.

>Deciding it would be best to get away from the underwater predators, you begin to swim towards the glint on the horizon. As you approach it gradual grows into a small island, with next to no actual landmark. only being about a football field in size. Floundering upon the shore you look upon the island and are summarily relived/disappointed by the scarcity. Besides a few larger black rocks, there is nothing present upon the island asides from the fine black sand. As you collapse on the shore and catch your breath, you try to recollect how you got here and what is exactly going on.

>"N/o/t g/e/tt/i/ng /a/w/a/y th/a/t /e/a/s/i/ly, b/o/y!" Roars a voice emerging from the increasingly bubbling water. A tentacle emerges from the water, and moves about in the air, akin to a dog sniffing for food. You jolt up and begin to run further in land- and that seems to have tipped it off to where you are. Seeing how the tentacle rockets towards you, and you only have a few seconds.

>Dodge (roll 1d20)
>Pick up a rock and attack (1d20)
>Write in?

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1664392
>>Pick up a rock and attack (1d20)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>1664392
Is this best of 3? Do crits take priority?

>>1664569
The rolling system is best of 3, crit priority unless stated otherwise.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1664392
>Dodge (roll 1d20)

>>1664590
Alright, writing.

File: watcher.jpg (382 KB, 881x826)

382 KB JPG

>The tentacle quickly flies towards you.

>Time seems to slow, glistening water drips from the white chitin tip of the speeding appendage.

>Your legs tense and you leap out of the way. As soon as you impact the sand, time speeds up once more. The tentacle flies past what seems to be its limit, and smacks off a rock, ripping the limb in half.

>"D/a/mn/a/bl/e/ f/o/o/l..." Emerges from the water as the tentacle retracts into the depths. All is left is you, the desolate island, and the leftover appendage flipping around on the shore. A deep fog sets in and cuts off most vision around the perimeter of the island.

"TeRRibly sORry fOR thAT chILd. HOwever YOU perFOrmed ADmirably fOr yoUR FIrst TIme." Speaks a voice from behind you, the same voice that you heard before from the alleyway with Nick. You whip around in shock, and behold the origin of the voice.

His face obscured in a hazy, constantly moving shroud of smoke, with two bright glowing points that appear to be eyes leering at you. His hands held in the traditional saint style. Which leads to the next most horrifying part of his visage. A massive gash is cut through his chest, and his rib cage should be visible. However all that is to be seen is a gibbering mouth with snaggle teeth, and single unblinking eye with an iris of black and white.

"taKE a SEat, I haVEn't GOt ALl dAY."

Cont.

>Lowering yourself to the ground, the being continues speaking, and doing nothing more than increasing your growing headache

"I Must SAy, weLL doNE wiTH tHE Leviathan baCK thERe. NOrmally FResh SPawn liKE YOU aRE EAten up PRetty QUick heRE."

>"Fresh spawn? Hold on, who the hell are you and where the hell am I?" You say.

"OH my. IT seEMs the FResh SPawn doES haVE SOme BITE. THat's YOU, FResh SPawn. AS to WHO I AM? WEll tHAt's SImple ENough. I'M yoUR siRE. MOst CReatures laY thEIr eggs, and HOpe tHAt aTLeast ONe wIll mAKe IT to ADulthOOD. I LIke to GIve MY OFFSPRING a BIt of a FIghting CHance."

>"Umm sire? Afraid to burst your bubble, but I am pretty sure I would have some memories of you being my father. Birthday parties would be a bitch." As you speak the being chuckles somewhat.

"OH chILd, the WAy monSTEres and OUR ilK repROduce is qUIte siMPle. A huMAn chILd is BORn, and we PLace oUR eGG wIThin the SOUL and PSYCHE of the HUMan, alteRIng it. As FOr WHere YOU are, NOW thAT YOU haVe reaChed Partial maTurity, yoUr psYche will cOme here, wheRE MOnsters dWell, to fuRther maTure. NoRmally YOU wouLd haVE alreaDY beEN soME kiND of OLDer MOnster's foOD, but I MADE thIs area fOR you To GRow soMEWHAT."

>Millions of thoughts race through your head, has your entire life just been nothing more than just some incubation for some kind of eldritch being? Are you still you?

"I muST taKE MY LEave noW, Unless yoU HAVE any QUestions? I recoMMend YOU eaT That, A grOWing boy Needs hIS stRENgth." He says while pointing to the tentacle.

>Questions?
>Eat
>Refuse/ try to wake up
>Write in

>>1664933
>>Questions?
So what are you? What will I become? how do I leave? How will this affect me when I wake up?

>>1664933
>Eat

>>1665002
"ALl gOOd qUEStions. I WAs ONCe lIKe YOU, but thAnks to VArious mUtations, TEachers, and chOICEs I am whAT sTAnds bEFore you. WE aRE rACe tHAt has dePEnded oN HUmanity fOR boTH FOOD and REproduction siNCE thEY hAVe walKEd the EARTh. As FOR wHAt YOU will BEcome, aLL dePENds on YOU. As FOR lEAVing, YOU will AWake upON cLOsing YOUR EYes and FAlling aslEEp hERe. YOU will be Able TO Access YOUR true FORm in The HUman REalm wHEn you will IT. HOwever waTCH yoUR EMotions."

>After saying all of that, you supposed Sire flexes his back, and with that sound of ripping flesh, wings sprout from his back like branches from a tree. With two quick strokes he's in the air, and soon he's beyond the fog wall.

>Remembering his advice you approach the detached limb from the sea creature that tried to kill you. While you never had calamari, you imagine it would be quite like this. Spongy, and chewy. As you choke down the foot-long bit of flesh you feel a growing presence within your stomach. You collapse to the ground and try to will the pain elsewhere.

>Where do you will the pain?

>Your hand (left/right/both)

>Legs

>Head

>Let it be

>Other?

>>1665122
>>Let it be

>>1665122
>>Let it be

>>1665191
>>1665159
Writing

>The pain is too great, better to just ride it out you say to yourself, your head nodding in a form of agreement/dulling the pain. The pressure and rolling increases until you're certain that you're going to die.

>Like the pop of a M-80, and the feeling of removing a loose tooth except inside of yourself the pain is relieved. You let out a sigh of relief, and the your eyes drift down to look at your stomach. Only to have the cold shock of dread hit you to see a maw across your chest with your intestines hanging out, stretched like worms, and currents slinking across the sand with small beaks burrowing into the ground and seemingly sniffing the air. You can feel water being drawn in from the ones burrowed in the ground.

>What do you do?

>Panic (roll 1d20)

>Try to calm down (roll 1d20)

>Write in?

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1665309
>>Panic (roll 1d20)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1665309
>>Try to calm down (roll 1d20)

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>1665309
>Try to calm down!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1665309
>Try to calm down (roll 1d20)

>Try to calm down.

>You try to breath in and out slowly, to let peace wash over you and all that other dumb shit your mother says about managing anger.

>When you intestines twitch when you breath out all thoughts of remaining calm go out the damn window. Screaming inconsolably you rise up with you guts tracing around in the air much like angry snakes. However they seem protective in a way, seeking for whatever is causing you distress. Sadly that does little to help the fact that these reason you're panicking is the fact that your entrails are on the outside.

>The head of your guts extend out and look back at you, almost contemplatively. Fast as a whip, they wrap around you much like several snakes, however instead of constricting, they merely seem to be lightly convulsing in an almost calming manner.

>Upon the realization that you're not in any harm and there is no pain you final relax. When you let out a restrained breath, your intestines retreat back within your stomach-maw which closes, with the flesh stitching close with doglike teeth.

>Still on the ground you decide to do what?

>Continue exploring the island (roll 1d20)

>Wake up

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1665472
>>Continue exploring the island (roll 1d20)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1665472
>Continue exploring the island (roll 1d20)

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>1665472
>Continue exploring the island (roll 1d20)

>>1665520
Writing, and then bed.

>Walking further inland you see nothing of real value on the island. Until you are halfway across and trip over a small rock, exposing a hole that goes deep into the ground.

>Within there is clearly some sort of scratching sound.

>What do?

>Stick hand in hole (1d20)

>Try to use Gut-Snakes (1d20)

>Write in?

>>1665599
>Write in? call out in the hole wait for a reply then decide what you are going to do

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1665599
>>Try to use Gut-Snakes (1d20)

File: inse shag.jpg (326 KB, 1600x1237)

326 KB JPG

>Deciding to not risk any of your appendages, new or otherwise. You lower your head towards the hole and call out into the hole. The scratching stops. Then suddenly with little to no warning a rush of scuttling emerges from the hole.

>A small hand sized insect pops out, wiggles its antennae. Upon noticing you, it squeals comically and darts back down the hole.

>Upon being reassured by the smallness of the threat, you try to test out your new growths. Opening up your stomach, one of the Gut-Snakes slinks down the hole. Much like feeling around the inside of pipe with your hand, but instead of fingers it's a beak the can strangely smell.

>When you finally reach the insect after extending in about a good 3 feet, your Gut-Snake impales it with a quick thrust and like lightning reels itself back into your Stomach-Maw which snaps shut like a vice.

>With a bit of food in your belly, and thoughts swirling around in your head, you lie down and drift away.

>Thomas Dixon: Fresh Spawn
>Health: 10
>Will: 6
>Intellect: 6
>Strength: 4
>Dex: 5
>(Essence): 1/5

>Mutations:
>Gut-Snakes & Stomach-Maw - allows you to pierce, eat, and slash up to 15 feet away. The Gut-snakes have beaks that can eat small chunks, or reel in quickly for the Maw to process. The Maw has extremely sharp doglike teeth.

>>1665697
Alright guys. For the first "session" of this quest could I get some first impressions, and perhaps and mistakes I made. Beside minor misspellings and grammar.

>>1665697
You've got body horror down so far I'll give you that much, imaging what that would be like was worth a shudder.

That being said will we learn more about this eldritch beings as we evolve and grow? Though I am kinda surprised that you decided to have one of the clear cut reasons why Elder ones need humans was not only for food, but for bringing another into being.

Still kinda not sure how that'll play out, is this following the same lines as Predators and aliens where humans are just cattle to feed the hunters little trophy pets or...?

>>1665815
Thank you. Sadly an overactive imagination is as much of a blessing as a curse. Plus English not being my first language. You will be seeing more of Elder Ones history, life cycle, and previous conflicts with humanity. Also humanity will present a challenge still depending on how you play. Considering They're catching on. One doesn't get hunted without noticing

Also another challenge will be other Elder Beings on Earth with you, either fully matured or still growing.

>>1665716
Real fuckin neato actually. I have nothing but praise for you.

>>1665874
same

File: 1499644946362.gif (1.87 MB, 500x500)

1.87 MB GIF

Alright. Back to it then.

Waking up slowly, and raising your head off the pillow you turn off the alarm clock and let out yawn. The signature sign of a well-rested young man. Swinging your legs off the bed you stretch, and slowly look down as you hear the wet flop remiencsent of a wet sock full of butter hitting a wooden floor. The Stomach-maw and Gut-Snakes that you had in your dream...

>It wasn't a dream.

Breathing slowly, trying to get a hold of yourself as the Gut-Snakes receed back within you, and with a release of held in sigh your Stomach-Maw stitches close. Standing up you can not help but think that your up-coming chemistry is no longer the biggest challenge on your plate... Needless to say the game has changed.

It's 8:00 AM by the time you finished getting cleaned up in the shower, during which you could not help but run your hand along the all but invisible line that once was a gaping maw of many teeth and other horrible things. Coming down the stairs you eat some breakfast after saying good morning to Mom. You're pretty much free on Sunday, and suddenly you get a text from Nick

"Hey Thomas, me and a few other guys are going out to see the movie "Fast & Faster" today. Would you like to come? Movie starts at 7:00 P.M."

>Accept his offer, and stay home till its time to leave

>Accept his offer, and go out into town till the movie starts

>Refuse, and visa versa.

>>1667972
>reminiscent
son of a bitch

>>1667972
>Refuse, and head out to into town.

>>1667972
>>Accept his offer, and go out into town till the movie starts

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>1668046
>>1668008

You text Nick back "Nah, sorry man. Have to do somethings around town today, maybe another time yeah?" It shows that the message sent, and he read it, but he doesn't respond.

Grabbing one of your bags and pulling on your shoes you head down the street. Checking your wallet you have about $80.

>What do you actually plan on doing?

>Head to library

>Head to pool

>Head to mall

>Write in?

>>1668267
>>Head to mall

>>1668267
>>Head to library
Look up dream stuff

>>1668267

>Head to mall

>>1668317
>>1668295
Writing.

Deciding to head to the mall you walk for about 30 minutes out of the residential district, passing the various slums and businesses until you are in front of the holiest of holies in the consumer religion that you take place in.

The mall. Where stereotypes reign supreme, and vapid people do nothing more than try to fill the hole in their soul with money. Now the real question is what are you here for?

>To hang out with some of your friends that chill around in the food court.

>To buy some clothes (what?)

>Write in?

>>1668418
Let's buy some food and see if anything happens when we feed it.

>>1668439
Roll 1d100 please.

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>1668526

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1668418
Seconding the choice to go eat food and test the results.

>>1668637
Writing

Considering your study oriented mind, it's not surprising that one of the first things you decide to do is experiment with your new attachments. Buying some greasy pizza from the food court you sit down at a table and try sneakily slide a piece under your shirt. Your stomach maw opens up with a strange gasp-like noise, and quickly whips the processed breadmeatcheese product inside.

It feels strange considering it completely lacks the process of swallowing. You glance around to make sure no one has noticed you, and upon seeing that you're just another face in the crowd you proceed to eat the rest of your pizza this way.

While you feel full, it doesn't seem to give the same feeling as tentacle you at before.

> (Essence) 1.2/5

Wincing slightly as the Stomach-Maw stitches close, you get up and head to the bathroom to do your business. Once you walk into the mall's men's restroom, you remember why you despise public toilets. As you close the door of the stall behind you. You here another person enter the stall. They say speaking with a thick accent you can't quite place "I'th expected to find you here..."

>What do you do?

> "Sorry man, I think you got the wrong guy."

>Flush

>You know bullies and how this shit finishes. Get ready for a fight (roll 1d20)

>Write in.

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>1668747
>>You know bullies and how this shit finishes. Get ready for a fight (roll 1d20)

>>1668790
Will write tomorrow.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1668790
Agreed.

Did OP quit? This was really cool.
Shame if so.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

Roll to revive OP

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1675969
if 20 then OP returns

>>1668747
>Write in." hello who are you?"

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1675969

File: well fuck.jpg (136 KB, 754x1059)

136 KB JPG

Quickly finishing your business you throw open the stall door and pull up your fists.

"Now listen I don't want any troub..." Whatever you were planning on saying grinds to a halt as you see the man that had some business with you. His body is morphed grotesquely, obese and shining with a slick sheen of sweat. His fist are inflated to immense proportions, and his mouth gleans with round tombstone teeth.

"Hehehe... aint you just cute." He says as he dashes forward to rush you.

>Dodge (roll 1d20)

>Punch this bastard (1d20)

>Use your newfound organs (1d20)

>Write-in

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1678760
>>Use your newfound organs

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1679100

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1678760

>Use your newfound organs (1d20)

so is this dead?