>>2219307
[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet

>>2219307
>[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet

>>2219307
[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet

>>2219307
[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet

>>2219307
[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet

>>2219355
>>2219368
>>2219400
>>2219404
>>2219411

Vote closed and updating

>>2219307
>[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet
Gee thanks Doc.

>>2219307
>[1] Focus on breathing, you’re not dead yet

You suck in air as best you can, squinting in pain as the acrid inhalations tear at your throat. You attempt to struggle to your feet, before noticing the hand in front of you. Grabbing it, you find yourself yanked to your feet by Siegfried who pats you on the shoulder.

“Can’t take a chance you know Jäger, not with Kopf Spinne. Last thing we need is your skull bursting and those things getting us in our sleep.” You turn towards the voice, staring at Hauptmann.

“Don’t worry, we’ll call in for a Barren unit to burn those fucks. Best we move though, for our sake now and your unit.” Hauptmann turns as he finishes his sentence, walking through the gathered Sturmtruppen before lifting himself out of the trench.

You straighten your uniform, pulling yourself over the rotted wood as you reach it, then turning to help lift Siegfried. As the sun shines through the shifting smoke of the early morning, you turn to stare back at the trench line that had tried to claim your life so many times. The fetid ponds that the Rot Worms had called from bubble and roil in the early morning, the sickening chemical reactions bursting into the air every now and again.

You turn to leave, before movement catches your eye. You wipe your eyes, staring at the figure standing in the open. A woman clad in a white dress, stained red with blood moves on the opposite of the trench from you. She steps as though walking down the aisles of old marriages, a bouquet of gore clutched in her hand. Each step shifts the black hair that hangs like disemboweled intestines, though it still hides the face you know sits beneath. She pauses, looking towards you mid step. As if some parody of an offering, she extends her arms forward as if to give you the pile of gore from a hundred yards away.

Through the falling loops of intestines and chunks of brain that drop into the trench and out of sight, you see the brief colors of what looks to be the tatters of a Sturmtruppen uniform. Her gift given, the creature slowly raises her head to the sky.

You blink, looking at the empty spot the thing had occupied. All that remains is mud, freshly disturbed with the footprints of the handmaiden of death.

You’ve been walking in a patrol line for some time, the hellish trenches far behind you. Ahead, some distance away is the road you had been ambushed at a day before, the blackened and still smoking wrecks of your vehicles sitting where they had been left. You’re trailing at the back of the line.

You:

[1] Ask something of Nixie (Write-in)

[2] Ready your rifle

[3] Ask another soldier for a smoke

>>2219531
>[2] Ready your rifle
Basic checks on both the rifle and sidearm. Wouldn't want to have them fail on us.

>>2219531
>[2] Ready your rifle
Like we always do

>>2219554
We truly are a creature of habit

>>2219531
>[2] Ready your rifle

guns > cigs
inb4 immediately attacked by a monster that's only weakness is smoke

>>2219549
Supporting

>>2219549
Supporting

Vote closed, checking the gun. Updating!

>>2219531
[2] Ready your rifle

Un-slinging your rifle from your back, you pull it over your person to settle it over your chest. You yank back on the charging mechanism, a satisfying KA-CHUNK greeting your ears as the weapon is moved into battery. The comforting weight settles over your body as you reach behind you and pull out the revolver you had found.

The weapon begs to be fired, as does Nixie who whispers at you about “the pretty silver” from inside your pocket. As tempted as you are, you simply check the cylinder before placing it in its previous spot in the back of your trousers.

Ahead of you, the line has fanned out along the road. You do similarly, taking your rifle in your hands and pressing yourself down into the mud on the side of the road. To your left the men have all taken up similar positions in the watery ditch, weapons at the ready.

You look over the road, the bodies of your old unit littering it alongside the harpies you had managed to kill during the engagement. You can’t help but chuckle as you spot an arm lying amongst the corpses, nearly half the size of the harpy it lays next to. Movement catches your eye to the right, a figure against the roadwheel of the truck you had ridden in shifting slightly.

By the shape, you can see a large wing moving with the wind, the rest of whatever it is obscured from view. You glance to your left, looking to see if anyone else has reacted. No one shows any sign of having spotted the shape and you realize you may be the only one able to from your position. You glance to it again, once more watching the feathers ruffle with the wind.

You:

[1] Aim and fire

[2] Granate

[3] Try to inform the soldier to your left

>>2219660
[3] Try to inform the soldier to your left

>>2219660
>[3] Try to inform the soldier to your left
And
>Aim

>>2219691
Supporting. Tell him to pass it along. We shouldn't commit rash actions like firing without orders.

>>2219660
>[1] Aim and fire
of course included is the shouting of harpy.

>>2219660
>[3] Try to inform the soldier to your left

>>2219660
>[1] Aim and fire

>>2219660
I'll support >>2219702
if that's allowable. Try to inform the other soldier but keep an eye on it while doing so.

Vote closed and updating. We'll be informing and aiming

You exhale slowly, sighting down your rifle and placing the peephole over the figure. As quiet as you can manage you try to pass the word down the line that you see movement. Siegfried passes it along, and soon enough Hauptmann has crawled to your position.

“Oh a straggler it looks like? You want the honors Jäger? We best not shoot it in case we give ourselves away.” As if to further illustrate his point the captain motions down to your shovel and then to his head.

You stare forward, still unsure of whether or not the the figure is even alive. From your left, Siegfried approaches you from a low crouch, the wicked bayonet attached to his forearm glinting in the light.

“If you’d rather not Jäger, I can do it for you. Take your pick”

You:

[1] Shovel it yourself

[2] Let Siegfried do it

[3] Other (Write-in)

>>2219785
Seems vaguely trapish.

>>2219785
>[1] Shovel it yourself
Sieg you really want to lose your second arm huh.

>>2219785
[1] Shovel it yourself

>>2219785
Cowardly anon reporting in!
[2] Let Siegfried do it

>>2219807
Supporting.
Kek, good bants Anon.

Vote's closed, shoveling it our self.

You nod at the officer and Siegfried, pulling out your shovel.

“I can manage it, wouldn’t want another arm to be rotting out there.”

Siegfried grins at you, waving his bayonet arm. The wooden handle of the weapon feels comfortable, and you briefly think of how many things you’ve cleaved with this shovel. Had you not taken you aren’t sure how you would have made it out of the trenches. You set your rifle onto the ground, and quietly pull yourself from the ditch.

The only sound is the wind as you try your best to approach quietly. The mud beneath foot changes to a hard packed earth, scorched and stained from the previous engagement. Dried blood patterns the landscape, coating bloated bodies and the cracked and bent weapons they’d dropped. The shape that you spotted is out of your view, though you can hear the rustling noise even from the other side of the truck you sit on. You look down at the weapon in your hands, wondering what you’ll bury it in.

You approach the engine block of the truck, sliding along the jagged and deformed metal. The noise is louder now, rustling in the wind.

Do you:

[1] Turn around the front and cleave down in one motion

[2] Hesitate to see what you’re hitting

>>2219930
>[1] Turn around the front and cleave down in one motion

>>2219930
>[2] Hesitate to see what you’re hitting

>>2219930
>[1] Turn around the front and cleave down in one motion

>>2219930
>Make sure we're cleaving a hostile.

>>2219930
>[2] Hesitate to see what you’re hitting

>>2219930
[1] Turn around the front and cleave down in one motion
Patience is a virtue, but hesitation is death

Since we're tied anyways, I need to run to the store really quick anons! I'll write the update as soon as I'm back. No longer than fifteen.

>>2219944
>>2219949
>>2219952
We really can't afford to hesitate here.

>>2219988
But what if we're hitting an ally? I certainly don't want to be killing out fellow man.

>>2219998
The alternative is death or dismemberment. This is a warzone with the enemy having inserted paratroopers to wreak havoc beyond the active front line.

>>2220004
True enough.

Voting to dismember whatever the hell is behind that truck.

>>2219930
>[1] Turn around the front and cleave down in one motion
Never hesitate, there's creepy stuff everywhere.

>>2219930
>[1] Turn around the front and cleave down in one motion

Finally back, sorry guys, QM ran into a Kopf Spinne nest outside the store. Updating!

You breathe in once, before moving as fast as you can mange. It takes two steps for you to turn and spin, bringing the shovel down with your outstretched arm. The familiar woosh as it cuts through the air greets you again, only to end abruptly with a wet crunch. Droplets of something hit your face, and spatter the front of your stained uniform.

You look down at the young harpy girl whose face is now bisected by your shovel. In her lap, the head of another girl that looks strikingly similar to the one you just hit, her face tinted the blue embrace of death. The one you killed had her hand in the dead one’s hair, as if stroking it lovingly. The tears that shine on her face are hard to see, your shovel having impacted horizontally just under her eye-line and biting deep into the truck on the opposite side of her skull.

Siegfried sets his hand on your shoulder, towering over you with a wide grin. The rest of the unit carefully moves up from the ditch, clapping you on the shoulder as you pass by.

“Good kill Dietrich, fucking textbook.”

“Another American finds their final rest on our soil.”

They pass by, their compliments lingering with you as they leave, searching the corpses in the area.

“Grab their tags, any spare ammo you can carry, and whatever items of use you find. We’re back to the march in five.” Hauptmann’s voice rings out, ending as he climbs into the back of the truck.

You work your shovel back and forth, the sound of metal grinding against bone filling your ears. With a wet crunch you finally yank it out, bringing the top half of the young harpy’s head with you, which drops to the ground with a wet plop.

You:

[1] Search the bodies

[2] Search the trucks

[3] Wait and watch the others

[4] Write-in

>>2220157
Whew, it was an enemy. Good call Anons.
>Search the bodies
Unless another Anon thinks we should stand watch

Once again sorry for such a long wait guys, didn't mean for it to take so long.

>>2220157
[1] Search the bodies

>>2220157
>[3] Wait and watch the others
Could still be more lurking around.

>>2220157
>[1] Search the bodies

>>2220157

[2] Search the trucks

>>2220157
>[2] Search the trucks

>>2220157
>[2] Search the trucks

We're currently tied, going to give it a few to see if it breaks!

>>2220157
>[2] Search the trucks

Vote broken! Updating to search the trucks

You look to the trucks, curious if anything of use survived the explosions and ensuing battle. Moving to the one less destroyed than the other, you work your way into the back. Watching for the jagged metal and spurs of bone that litter the inside, you scrounge through what remains sit inside. Thousands of flies flit about like a cloud, oppressively clogging the inside.

You manage to gather a few rounds that hadn’t cooked off, along with a dagger that fits nicely in your boot. You look at the rear of the truck, the tattered canvas moving in the wind. You feel an overwhelming sense of dread as you look inside, realizing that even through the holes you can’t see inside. As if the very dark itself consumes your vision.

You:

[1] Best not check the back of the truck

[2] Fortune favors the brave

>>2220232
>Best not check the back of the truck
FUCK THAT SHIT

>>2220232
>[1] Best not check the back of the truck
That's a whole lot of nope. I'm half tempted to just grenade the fucking truck.

>>2220232

[1] Best not check the back of the truck

Consdering what we've been dealing with...Nahh

>>2220232
>[2] Fortune favors the brave

>>2220264
Damn!
The wording makes me want to go check it out. But I know that it's safe to stay away from the truck.

But safe is boring...

Seems like we're staying safe! Vote closed and updating.

>>2220240
>Go through trouble of stealth killing harpy girl, get scared and throw grenade.
Might as well have tried to capture that harpy girl as a pow and see where that went, assuming we survived the risk.

You pull your rifle close, dropping from the cab. Judging by the unit standing just ahead, most of the searching has been finished. You take a step towards them, before looking back for one last glance at the truck you had been thrown from. Looking it over, you see a flicker of light from within. The tell tale flicker of a candle dances in the void, beckoning you.

Steeling yourself, you turn back to the unit and step towards the others. Faintly you smell the scent of a freshly blown out candle. The wisp of smoke rolls around you, dragging around your shoulders and neck like the hands of a prostitute. The others nod at you, checking their equipment and uniform. With you having joined them, Hauptmann gestures forward, resuming the march through the wastes.

You struggle through the knee deep mud, realizing that the farther towards the front you go the deeper it is. In a few spots, you can’t even feel solid ground underneath. You wiggle forward, a pantomime of swimming as you try to keep yourself from being consumed by the earth. Siegfried has no such issues, unafraid as he plods forward at a measured pace by sheer strength.

Constant bombardment and gunfire had rendered Europe a blackened hellscape, a perpetual haze hanging in the air. What little sun broke through the constant dark was barely enough to tell the time of day. Stuck in a perpetual twilight, the landscape shifted in greys and blues. Each inhalation made you sick to your stomach, and felt as if it would cut through your throat like a bayonet.

For how long you walked you were unsure, the monotony and endless battlefield offering no discernable change no matter how far you went. Your legs long ago went numb from the fetid water that ate away at your warmth, leeching the heat down to your very bones. Little snippets of conversation carried on the wind between the constant pounding of artillery in the distance. From what Gerard and the briefing had said, the French and British attack stretched the length of the entire Eastern front. It was hard to imagine such numbers of artillery firing in a constant bombardment. Every now and again the earth below you shook with the firing of one of the great siege cannons, a white hot bursting of a new star shining on the horizon briefly as thousands of pounds of explosives churned the earth.

Despite the intelligence suggesting an army group or more of American paratroopers, your group had yet to run into them. The corpses of fellow germans were scattered intermittently throughout your journey, many of them having their limbs or heads severed from their body by the talons of winged death.

Cont.

You glance up and to your left, watching as a procession of flickering lights mimicking your column walks in parallel along the horizon. Even from this distance you see the pure white of their dresses, and your heart begins to beat. You briefly wonder how long you’ll be followed, or rather how long you’ll last.

In the distance ahead of the column, small arms fire begins to find your ears. Each of the Sturmtruppen perk up at it, the renewed vigor of a man about to dance with death driving the cold and fatigue away. Your march turns to a jog as your unit moves towards the tracers the fly through the sky, dim shapes wheeling about in the air as they pirouette between the rounds.

“I think we found who called for help. Sturmtruppen, time to make our entrance. Rifles to the sky, grenades to the earth! Churn the earth and shatter their bones, and let their last sight be the visage of our masks!” Hauptmann’s voice rings out, a shout of acknowledgment answering him as the men pull their masks on. You follow suit, the lights dimming and the sound of battle becoming muffled.

The light jog turns into a run. The run turns into a sprint, and soon you and the men beside you are tearing forward towards hell.

“Jäger, Siegfried. Get down into those shell holes with our boys and take stock, they were your unit after all. The rest of us will take up fire positions then regroup when we can. Double time it now!”

The Strumtruppen break off from either side of you, leaving yourself and Siegfried to charge down the middle.

You:

[1] Try to take shots as you approach

[2] Keep the element of surprise and try to reinforce the unit under attack

>>2220328
[2] Keep the element of surprise and try to reinforce the unit under attack

>>2220328
>Keep the element of surprise and try to reinforce the unit under attack

>>2220328
I assume there's some kind of cover on the way there to actually make stealth viable?

>>2220337
Our approach is unknown, as well as numerous shell holes to hide us yes.

Going to give it a few more before closing votes.

>>2220328
>[2] Keep the element of surprise and try to reinforce the unit under attack

Vote's closed, we move up and use the element of surprise. Updating!

You hold your rifle close, ready but unused. Siegfried must be thinking the same as you, as he moves forward without firing. In the sky the harpies wheel and dive on the unit you can’t see. You watch as one of them returns to the sky carrying the torso of a man, that still fights weakly in the claws of his captor. Higher and higher the beast climbs before dropping the figure to the earth to be dashed against it.

You’re nearly there, moving from shell hole to shell hole amidst the chaos. Though you have a few choice shots you hold your fire, unsure of if it is just the harpies or if Americans are nearby to support them. With the last fifty yard stretch in front of you, you pull yourselves from the mud, sprinting forward once more.

You reach the crater’s edge, looking down into the slop that the other Germans are fighting in. The shell hole must be recent, smoke still wisping up from within the earth. Ahead of you, you recognize Seven struggling with a Harpy. Her talons are wrapped around his rifle, and the two spin to try to dislodge the other.

You:

[1] Try to take a shot

[2] Close to melee

>>2220359
>[1] Try to take a shot
Fire into melee with -4 penalty.

>>2220359
>Close to melee
Safer. Plus, the Harpy is literally locked in combat with Seven. Easy target.

>>2220359
>[1] Try to take a shot

>>2220359

[2] Close to melee

>>2220359
>[1] Try to take a shot
They're pretty far away, the Americans don't know about us yet and one of our defining feature is being a marksman

>>2220359
>[1] Try to take a shot

Going to stop it here tonight guys, I'm exhausted after going to the airport so early. Now that my family is gone I'll be back to my regular schedule. Next session will be Saturday at 8:00PM EST!

As always around for a bit for questions and discussion.

>>2220378
See ya, Glad to see you didn't pull a Seth Macfarlane

>>2220378
What would have happen if we went into the truck? Could we have consulted the Fae there?
And thanks for running QM.

I'd like to thank you all for participating. I didn't expect to be able to get my quest this far. I have so much planned and I can't wait to show you guys.

>>2220381
I'd never!

>>2220382
We would have gotten our first real look at the Banshee's Choir.

>>2220383
Yeah but Seth McFarlane missed the 9/11 plane. If you're wondering why people are making that joke for some reason

>>2220359
>>Close to melee

>>2220384
It's all just been a long 9/11 joke that people kept making in the old thread. And Even then they got Seth McFarlene Mixed up with Seth Green

>>2220388
Yeah it gave me a nice chuckle.

I'd like to say I'm sorry we haven't had a lot of action and just buildup. I hope the pacing hasn't bothered you guys as I'm building up to our first real campaign.

>>2220391
The pacing's nice but we're always on edge. I'm sure you planned it but we've not really had much chance to relax and even then most people are too shit scared to let their guard down specially since you flaunt killing off characters with certain decisions. It might just be because i've been playing a lot of high risk qsts where I actually care about the characters but i'm exhausted.

For something completely different now. Could we have gotten that bird pussy if we didn't swing?

>>2220399
You could have made bird friend who was mourning her pal. She was a planned recurring character.

>>2220401
I knew that was a possibility, bu I didn't want to risk permanent injury, then dealing with being friend with so many magic creatures and risk getting Inquisition by the gestapo, plus having to deal with potential drama of killing her friend or one of us killing her.

>>2220391
As for the pacing, you previously said that the entire front is like a nonstop "verdun on a daily basis", so I was expecting to gun down 50 mooks a minute every time we turn a corner or enter/exit a trench.

Alternatively, we could have had pixie try to approach the harpy girl, but we risk her, and exposing her existence to the others...

We don't know the others well enough yet, and them know enough about us to risk it.

>>2220413
We're not at the front yet however, so right now we deal with the creatures behind the lines. It was a fair call as well, I like decisions like that that force you to stick your neck out if you want things. No reward without risk.

>>2220413
>killing her friend or one of us killing her.
One of us killing her friend like, Siegfried, then have to potentially choose who to kill/save.

>>2220418
Could you really sacrifice Siegfried though? He's been such a bro.

>>2220419
In war, You kill anybody who breaks and Siegfried might break.

>>2220415
Well I wanted to entertain using Nixie, but I just don't want to risk her exposure to the others yet since we don't know them well enough to be worth risking her safety.

>>2220419
It was something that could have potentially come up, putting a added risk.
>Could you really sacrifice Siegfried though?
NO!

>>2220423
>Siegfried might break.
u wot? Hes not the one who just lost a dear friend.

>>2220426
I don't put my money on ANYBODY in this quest to not break.

>>2220429
Even yourself?

>>2220431
Are we even awake or alive right now? what's not to say we're all the raving delusion of a madman. Maybe what we call god is just the brain we dwell in.

>>2220415
Shouldn't there be a ton of men like warhammer 40k levels going back and forth pushing reinforcements, supplies and injured people all the time all around? And then the American airborne would be likely fighting or slaughtering these people to cause chaos and disruption.

>>2220429
That's because your already in the loony bin.

>>2220437
Most of supplies and logistics are underground through tunnels.

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>>2220433
Sounds like someone has shellshock eh?

>>2220431
If there's one thing I know always breaks it's the QM. Not a single QM survives.

>>2220455
I'll never fail. I must carry on for you guys. I want this quest to carry on for a long time.

>>2220463
Literally which QM didn't say that.

>>2220465
Realistically all quests must end. I refuse however to end by vanishing into the mud.

>>2219830
Bad bants, actually.

>>2220467
I DO hope this quest ends, but before you sperg, I mean that I hope it concludes. I hope this tale of a bleak war in a grimdark setting in which empires send men (and women) into a machine built to grind them will give us all the payoff we'd have been (by the time the ending comes around) waiting for.

But I also hope that the end doesn't arrive for quite some time.

>>2221540
We'll be here for yeeeeeears!

>>2222002
>years

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO SAY THAT? DON'T GIVE ME HOPE.

>>2222022
What are you talking about anon my world is built on hope!

>>2222002
That's what they all say

>>2222024
I thought your world was built on Despair, Nationalism, Cannibalism and probably two other Isms

>>2222024
>built on hope

Look, lemme see what a Fae/Human kid looks like and I'll see real hope.

>>2222032
Sounds painful. Both the Conception and The Birth I mean

>>2222058
Fae can shape-shift, QM had it happen last thread.

>>2222029
Buncha isms but no tisms.
Eff that world!

>>2222029
Oh come in it's not like all the fauna and most of the surviving flora aren't trying to murder people horribly! It's a happy place.

>>2222611
>all the fauna
mfw if we picked america we would have been on patrol runs in the midwest fighting magically-mutated gopher breeds

>>2223458
More like running from packs of Dogmen

On track for 8:00PM EST tonight!

15 minutes to go and we're jumping back into it!

Around you, screeches of Harpies move from on side to another. The roar of Siegfried’s shotgun begins as shell after shell of six gauge slugs barrel towards their targets. For a moment, you can drown out the noise as you sight in on the pair in front of you, spinning and shoving in an attempt to get the upper hand. You see your chance as Seven yanks down with one side of the rifle and up with the other, driving the wooden stock into the teeth of the Harpy.

The creature pulls backward, choking on blood and chunks of teeth. A moment later, her right wing is vaporized in a cloud feathers and tendon as your first shot finds the mark. A look of horror crosses her face as she notices the wound, her mouth opening in a scream that is cut short by your second and third round impacting against her chest. The creature falls to the ground, choking weakly in the blood before Seven places the barrel of his rifle on the back of its skull and opens it with a wet pop.

Amongst the mud of the shell hole, similar struggles take place with varying outcomes. On the far side an unnamed man you had ridden with earlier is disemboweled by a vicious swipe of a talon. He finds his place amongst the gore and grime with the other bodies, the melee carrying on around him. To your right, Siegfried has a Harpy gored on the bayonet affixed to his missing arm. The creatures thrashing is cut short by the shotgun blast at point blank that removes most its upper torso. You raise your rifle to fire at an approaching Harpy, sighting in on the growing shape.

As you ready to squeeze the trigger, you find the rifle yanked from your hands hard enough to burn your palms. You’re pulled with it briefly, the loss of balance sending you tumbling into the bottom of the crater. The world spins around you, as you roll and bounce along the earth. When you finally stop tumbling you look around, trying to take stock and find your rifle. You spot it above you, clutched between the bloodied talons of a Harpy that looks larger than the others. Her uniform is battle-worn, a deep scar running from the left side of her chin and up over her scalp.

As the two of you make eye contact, the rifle that had been clutched in her talons is bent irreparably before being tossed to the ground. She smirks, beating her wings once before diving towards you.

You:

[1] Try to pull your shovel

[2] Grab for the revolver

[3] Try to run under her, make her overshoot

[4] Shout for Siegfried

>>2227324
[3] Try to run under her, make her overshoot

I think our first priority is to not get hit, especially if we don't already have a weapon handy.

>>2227324
[1] Try to pull your shovel

>>2227324
>[2] Grab for the revolver
>[3] Try to run under her, make her overshoot
Fukken xenos

>>2227324
[3] Try to run under her, make her overshoot

Vote closed, running underneath the Harpy. Updating!

You rise to your feet, adrenaline flooding your veins. Each moment the Harpy draws closer sends your mind screaming, urging your body to panic and move. You try to slow your breathing which comes in rapid short inhalations, forcing your will through your being. The Harpy moves like a bullet from a gun, her talons now outstretched to rip the head from your body. You throw yourself forward just before your story ends, feeling the razor sharp talons carve through your scalp, splitting the matted hair and skin underneath.

Face down in the mud, you struggle to stand again. Your eyes burn and swim red as the now open wounds on your head bleed over your face. Judging by the sounds behind you the Harpy had committed to her attack far too much, cursing mixing with the tell tale sounds of someone struggling to rise from the mud. You rise and turn, facing the creature that awkwardly tries to get to her feet.

The advantage now yours, you:

[1] Draw your revolver and kill it

[2] Shovel time

[3] Wound it

[4] Subdue it

>>2227446
[4] Subdue it

>>2227446
>[1] Draw your revolver and kill it

>>2227446
[1] Draw your revolver and kill it
We don't have time to melee.

>>2227446
Shovel Time.

It's personal.

>>2227446
>[1] Draw your revolver and kill it
She can probably overpower us if she bent a rifle that easily, so I think I'd rather shoot her.

>>2227446
>[1] Draw your revolver and kill it

Rest in Peace, Rifle.

Vote's closed and updating! Rest in peace country accented harpy

>>2227495
She killed our gun. It was inevitable.

You reach behind you, your right hand closing around the grip of the revolver you had acquired earlier. You immediately feel better with a weapon in hand, though the knowledge you only have six rounds tempers this somewhat. Your arm swings with ease, pulling the weapon from your lower back up and around to point forward.

The Harpy seemed to have given up her attempts at standing, rolling over onto her back with her talons up in a defensive posture as if she expected you to approach. However, at the sight of the revolver in hand her limbs fall, a mixed look of rage and disappointment in her eyes.

“Yew fukken lim-”

You cut her short, depressing the trigger of the revolver pointed at her head. The muzzle flash is nearly enough to blind you, and the sound is unlike any weapon you’ve ever heard. It goes off with a high pitched whine rather than a bang, the round leaving the barrel in a streak of silver light. It impacts the Harpy in the throat, cutting off any further words as the round shreds her neck and lower face with a pulpy explosion of gore and dirt. The enemy falls limp, her talons dropping and wings falling to the ground.

You turn, ready for another target and finding many.

You:

[1] Fire at the Harpy running on foot out of the crater

[2] Take out the circling one high above

[3] Go to Siegfried

[4] Go to Seven

[5] Write-in

>>2227597
[2] Take out the circling one high above

>>2227597
>[3] Go to Siegfried

I'm thinking we should link back up with our buddy, see if we can scavenge another rifle or something while he watches our back. A running harpy doesn't sound like a big threat, and even though our marksmanship is usually spot on, ' circling high above' sounds like a difficult shot to make with a revolver.

>>2227597
>[1] Fire at the Harpy running on foot out of the crater
No matter how good of a shot we are taking out a moving target above us with a revolver is probably out of the question.

>>2227597
>[2] Take out the circling one high above
We don't want to get blind sided by anything coming from the sky

wait was that a magic revolver, the way described it makes me think its not normal

Vote is closed, going to attempt to take out a circling Harpy.

>>2227637
Yes the ornate revolver that shoots silver light might not actually be normal.

>>2227597

[2] Take out the circling one high above

>>2227663
yeah i thought so too but maybe i'm overthinking i oh well

You turn from the now eviscerated Harpy that joins the other dead in the mud. The smell of ozone and gunpowder fills the air, the scent of blood dancing underneath them. You raise the revolver, pointing it at the nose of the circling creature. Once more the high pitched whine surrounds you, your hair standing on edge with a static that dances over you. You follow the streak of light, watching it tear past the Harpy and into the sky.

You’re tempted to fire another time, but by the time you ready to pull the trigger again the Harpy has peeled off. Around you, the melee has died out along with most occupants of the crater. Siegfried and Seven still stand, and one other Sturmtruppen who had went with Seven earlier. Their uniforms are tattered and dirtied, and Seven has lost his weapon just as you have. The stiletto in his hand drips a dark crimson to the earth, mixing into the sludge.

“Bayonet worked out nicely, but I still miss my arm.” Siegfried says this as he places the shotgun in the crook of his severed arm, fumbling at his belt for more shells. The length of his shotgun is covered in drying droplets of blood, chunks of gore stuck in the heat shield that covers the barrel.

Seven draws in deep ragged breaths, glancing back and forth between the two of you.

“Where is Dolph, was he too wounded to come back?”

How do you tell Seven about the other soldier that had gone with you?

>>2227757
Don't know which got him first his internal bleeding or the rot worms.

>>2227757
Er ist getote

Rolled 6 (1d6)

>>2227793
>>2227811
Rolling to pick

>>2227915
Forgot to type odds for first, evens for second. Second it is!

“He’s dead.”

Seven looks at you quizzically, as if expecting some further explanation that never comes.

“Rot Worms got him, internal bleeding would have if they hadn’t. Poor bastard needed a surgeon, not field medicine.” Siegfried breaks the silence, stepping next to you.

Seven nods, looking around at the crater and the bodies.

“That brings us to four, out of twenty eight that left the base. Fantastic ratio.” Seven falls back, sitting down and rubbing his head with one hand.

You look around the crater as no further discussion seems to be forthcoming. In the mud, a battered EGewehr lays with the barrel to the sky. Judging by how much is covered and how dirtied it is, it’s likely that the previous owner had died some time ago in this area. You lift it up, a barely functional weapon better than none. The revolver is returned to the back of your belt, and you wonder just what it is.
You rub at the lenses of the gas mask over your face, clearing the mud that had partially obscured your vision. Out of the corner of your eye, Seven stands, reaching down and grabbing at the sidearm he had lost in the earlier fighting.

“Now that the unit is back we can’t dawdle. The four of us are a small enough group to go unnoticed out here, we could sow some real havoc amongst the Americans. The harpies had come from the south, and as such we’ll push that direction and try to find one of their officers. Everyone ready?” Seven doesn’t leave you much time, his voice almost waivering with an unreadable note.

Siegfried looks at you, his mask hanging in his hand to expose his face. The expression across it is clearly one of doubt, and by his eyes you can tell he’s asking what you want to do.

You:

[1] Follow his orders

[2] Try to find Hauptmann and ask him what should be done

>>2228056
>[2] Try to find Hauptmann and ask him what should be done

>>2228056

[2] Try to find Hauptmann and ask him what should be done

>>2228056
>[1] Follow his orders
He's still technically our leader. We can still tell him about Hauptmann and his group.

>>2228056
>[2] Try to find Hauptmann and ask him what should be done

Yeah, I'm not sure if Seven even knows we brought more than Siegfried back with us.

>>2228056
>[1] Follow his orders

>>2228056
>Find Hauptmann

>>2228056
>[1] Follow his orders
We have to do what we can with what we got.

>>2228056
>[2] Try to find Hauptmann and ask him what should be done

Vote's closed. We're going to the Captain!

>>2228056
[2] Try to find Hauptmann and ask him what should be done

Can't wait to get told to follow what the officer told us.

>>2228181
I don't want to split the group and seven appears to not know about the squad of veteran stormtroopers we brought back with us.

>>2228206
Yes and that's why Seven needs to be informed that there are friendlies we can regroup with. Wandering off to find another officer would be splitting the party.

>>2228262
Pretty certain we can just wave them over. Maybe next we should just force a write in and hope it gets enough votes.

>>2228056
[1] Follow his orders

Sturmtruppen tactics calls for initiative and motivation, not centralization. Let's find something and kill it.

>>2228300
No need to force anon, I should have been more clear that looking for Hauptmann was telling Seven to wait, and show him there were others.

You shake your head at Seven, trying to keep a neutral expression on your face when talking to an officer. Seven looks at you, confused and almost offended.

“We met up with another unit, they pretty much saved our asses. Perhaps we should talk to the Captain first, see if our units can work together.”

Seven stares at you,a slight twitch beginning under his left eye.

“You have other ideas again eh Jäger? Of course it’s to be expected from a prodigy. General’s little pet. First you split my unit for those who by all rights were already dead, killing one in the process. Now you tell me you’re gonna do something else again? Sure let’s go talk to another officer. Just like the others at the barracks, think I’m not cut out for it huh?” The majority of his statement is a mutter, his voice cracking anytime he raises the volume.

You look at him for a moment, before turning and starting the trek up to the edge of the crater. The mud makes it a difficult task, you find yourself sliding back a bit with every few steps. Using the rifle as leverage you manage to make it up, the desolate wasteland greeting you again. To either side, you can pick out vague shapes of men set up in a line. One of them waves you down, and you make quick movements to get to their position.

The jog is quick, mostly by your own choice as you feel exposed on flat ground. Hauptmann waves you down, and you find yourself sharing the shoulder high crater he and Dok are in.

“Jäger. Welcome back, did you find your unit?” Hauptmann’s voice is muffled through his mask but no less chipper than it always is.

You nod, gesturing behind you to the others. Hauptmann seems pleased by the grunt he makes.

“Right, well we’d best be falling back to a more defensible position. Those trucks from earlier would make a good holding point if we can reach it. We’ve been seeing movement ahead, looks as though we’ll finally be seeing some American infantry. With their numbers they’d slaughter us if we tried to fight it out or charge.”

You look back behind you to Seven, who is cleaning his pistol.

“My orders stand, I thank you for your help but I’ll be taking my unit to the south on what I believe is an officer position.”

Hauptmann leans back into the mud, looking over the officer.

“You’re fucking nuts cadet. That’s the death of your unit along with yourself. Judging by that tone though you must think you’ve got something to prove. Your men are likely too respectful of your position, or fearful of it to say so but I am not. You go south, and you and your men die.”

Seven shrugs, placing the sidearm back in his belt.

“I think my unit can handle it sir, we’ve been through hell already and we’re small enough to not be noticed.”

Cont.

Voices begin to carry on the wind in a language foreign to you. Dok perks up, looking at the Hauptmann.

“Americans are coming now, time to move sir.”
Hauptmann looks at Seven, then to you.

“Jäger you can’t seriously go with him, that’s certain death. Fuck going south we need to go back, get them on the off foot with a strong defense and then push hard.”

“Wherever we go I’m coming with you Dietrich. I owe you that much and more.” Siegfried says this as he moves up to stand next to you.

Where do your loyalties lie?

[1] Hauptmann

[2] Seven

>>2228405
[1] Hauptmann

His survived more and knows more.

>>2228405
>[2] Seven

>>2228405
>[1] Hauptmann
Don't need to give a second thought on this one.

>>2228405
>[2] Seven
We've got orders

>>2228405
>[2] Seven
Orders are orders

>>2228405
[1] Hauptmann
This man has survived more battles than people we have killed, been through more officers than the fingers on his hand. and outlasted the existence of entire divisions that have been wiped from existence.

I would be virtue signalling if I went with Seven.

>>2228405
>[1] Hauptmann

>>2228417
>>2228437
>>2228410
>Listening to a cadet officer
>Not the actual field officer

>>2228405
>[1] Hauptmann
We have to help the majority of our boys. Make the hard decision.

>>2228443
Ikr, he's got like 1 day of training

>Hauptmann

is hauptmann his name or title?

>>2228496
Title, and affectionate name. It's the German rank of Captain.

>>2228405

>[1] Hauptmann

>>2228405
[2] Seven

Offense, offense, offense

>>2228405
>[1] Hauptmann

My gut feeling is that Seven has cracked. Not only go with Hauptmann, but make sure Seven doesn't shoot us in the back once we turn him down. It's too bad though, I can admit things might have turned out differently with Seven if we had made different choices in the past.

Vote's are closed, looks like we follow the Hauptmann and his unit!

So seven wants to raid the large American formation to capture an officer correct?

>>2228668
Not the approaching formation, he believes there is a unit to the south where the harpies had came from.

>>2228678
Can't we bait them to us by doing some sneaky decoy stuff.
Blue flame soul lamps with baby rotworms dancing to make shadows.

You look between the two of them, before stepping over to the side of Dok and Hauptmann. You turn to face Seven, expecting a bullet to be your greeting but instead are met with a defeated look.

“You didn’t take my side from the start Jäger. I’m not very surprised you didn’t now.”

You watch his hands more than his face, their lazy arc down to his belt and finally resting on the handle of his gun. You tense, bracing yourself for the inevitable only for the situation to settle itself. Apparently not willing to take chances, you watch as Siegfried steps forward and brings the butt of his shotgun down on Seven’s hand. The crack of wood on bone is audible, and Seven barely has a chance to react before Siegfried checks him with the weapon so hard the cadet is flung out of the crater.

“Think about shooting him again and I’ll finish this much more personally. Dietrich saved my damn life and twice at that, you were content to spend it. Get a move on with your suicide mission, go win yourself that glory you’re after.” Siegfried ends his sentence by spitting on the mud at Seven’s feet.

Seven stands, looking at the group of you in the crater and then to the remaining member of your unit. He hisses something in his ear, before storming off in a southerly direction. The boy looks down at you, then back to Seven. The expression on his face is one of pain, as though he is unsure of the correct answer. After a moment, he runs off after Seven without a word.

“Fucking cadets, always trying to prove something. The deaths at the truck weren’t his fault but the rest sure as fuck were. Enough men have died from stupidity. Speaking of, it’d be stupidity to remain here any longer so let us get moving.” His piece said, Hauptmann slaps a hand on your shoulder before climbing out of the crater.

You:

[1] Follow without a word

[2] Thank Siegfried

[3] Reprimand Siegfried

>>2228727
The mental image is kind of cute, despite them being Rot Worms.

>>2228747
>[2] Thank Siegfried
Our boy.

>>2228747
>[2] Thank Siegfried

>>2228747
[2] Thank Siegfried

>>2228747
[2] Thank Siegfried

>>2228747
Just wait. Seven will win the whle damn war and we'll be on a firing line after managing to survive this hell.


[2] Thank Siegfried

Nice to know he cares. But let him know we didn't save his ass so he could catch an officer's bullet.

>>2228747
>[2] Thank Siegfried

>>2228747
[2] Thank Siegfried
If only we brought back the broodmother rotworm with us, we could have harvested the young in her body.

>>2228804
Wow that's a terrible idea. On many levels.

>>2228747
>[2] Thank Siegfried

Best boy.

>>2228831
What are you saying anon we've had nothing but good experiences with rot worms

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Vote is closed and we're thanking Siegfried to no surprise. Everyone seems to love him, so I totally promise nothing will ever happen.

>>2228747
>Follow without a word
But remember to thank him later, when we aren’t running from a full american company

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>>2228866

You pull yourself from the crater with the help of Siegfried, his remaining hand offered to quicken your ascent. You glance behind you as the men pull themselves up from the line, forming a group just head. Siegfried moves forward, but you stop his advance by putting a hand on his shoulder. You try to hold back a laugh, realizing that you actually need to lift your arm up a reasonable distance to place it there. Siegfried looks back and then down at you.

“What’s up Jäger, gonna get all touchy feely on me now?”

You wrinkle your brow, any words you had losing their weight as you feel self conscious about thanking him. Siegfried laughs heartily, in face of the advancing doom.

“No need my friend, you’ve already done the same for me and more. I’d do it again to just to be lined up on the firing line next to you. Now are you sure we don’t need to drop you off at the next Breeding House to reaffirm your manhood?” Siegfried resumes laughing as he turns and jogs forward.

With nothing left to say, you move behind him and ready yourself for the approaching battle. The ground is familiar, as all places that have seen war are only differentiated by the ruins that dot them. The churned and shattered earth of field and grasslands blackened and stained are interchangeable with one another.

The back of your leg starts to burn, the exertion on your still fresh wounds tearing at your will to endure pain. Occasionally a round snaps by from an American trying to hit a lucky shot. You try your best to ignore the fact that shots are being fired at your back. Ahead of you, the trucks loom closer and closer.

You:

[1] Move to the front truck

[2] Move to the back truck

>>2229003
>[2] Move to the back truck

>>2229003
[2] Move to the back truck

>>2229003
> [2] Move to the back truck

>Operation Black Truck is a go

>>2229003
[2] Move to the back truck

>>2229086
dammit i meant back

>>2229121
once you go black, you can't go back

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Did you anons forget what was in the back truck the last time we were here? Updating!

>>2229136
I didn't. I just assumed there'd be people other than us there too.

>>2229149
They'll be there but it still isn't the ideal place. Just a heads up we're in the danger zone now.

>>2229136
Aw damn, this is what happens when I miss a vote.

I forgot too.

>>2229003
>[1] Move to the front truck

>>2229161
[spoiler[will we lose one of our limbs?

>>2229136
the back truck from when we passed it should be the front truck now, right?

...right?

>>2229195
The back truck was always the one furthest back that we had ridden in.

>>2229168
I thought it was the front truck that had the thing.
was reading about Venezuela

You move forward, trying to put as much distance between yourself and the Americans to give yourself as much room to prepare as possible. The mud changes to hard packed dirt under you, and as you pass the front truck you see the leering skull of the Harpy you had killed earlier. Her face had been cleaned to the bone, as had any skin showing. The corpse flies and ravens would consume piles of bodies daily, and it was a race to get the meat wagons to any usable salvage before the scavengers.

You will yourself not to stop and stare at the ill omen, the crushed line of jagged bone where your shovel had impacted grinning in place of the teeth you had knocked out. You smell it again, the scent of burning candles. Each step towards the rear truck raises the hair on your neck, and you grip the battered rifle closer.

“Get in positions by the wheel wells, and get some men in the backs of those troop carriers. We’ll hold them here, and they’ll break upon Germany’s finest like waves of the North Sea!”

The men shout an affirmation to Hauptmann, pounding their boots rapidly until in position. Siegfried has taken up a place by the lead vehicle, the shotgun resting on the remains of his left arm. You move to the back, crouching low by the wheel well and trying to ignore the cold wind that drifts from behind the canvas cover.

Dok moves up next to you, looking around the surrounding area and then to you.

“Only a few minutes now Jäger. Can you go up inside with Penrod? You’re a damn fine shot and it’d be a shame to waste that potential.”

You look up at the gaping black maw of the rear of the vehicle and you:

[1] Refuse

[2] Comply

>>2229281
[2] Comply

Well, may as well accept it.

>>2229281
>[1] Refuse

I hate to be a bitch, but nope. I wish I knew more about shooting to come up with a good reason why not though.

>>2229281
[1] Refuse
Tell Captain that the ghost in there seems to have a grudge against me.

>>2229281
>[2] Comply
Clean up the rifle though. The ghosts might kill us but the Americans definetly will.

Going to give it a bit since we're tied

>>2229419
Can we tell him about the ghost problem we had in the truck, then get in when he informs us how to deal with the problem?

Then we can get in the truck.

>>2229442
Would Doktor listen to us about ghosts though?

>>2229281
>[2] Comply

Comply it is! On that note guys, this will be the last update of the night so here we go!

>>2229447
Can we become a geist buster? I already got plans to not be afraid of any ghosts.

>>2229516
In this kind of world we have to be afraid of something anon! We haven't even seen ghosts yet, we've been having encounters with Banshees

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>>2229526
Do banshees bleed?

>>2229600
Damn I love that picture.

Anyone here ever play necrovision?

You swallow, and look from Doktor to the truck. You don’t think there would be any reasonable complaint that would dissuade the man from having you in there. You look to the dirty rifle in hand, snapping back the action a few times to clear any hard packed grit. It isn’t your rifle, but anything that can kill a man will have to do in a situation where that sort of thing is required. Around you, Sturmtruppen check their ammunition and kit as they look to the approaching Americans. Most if not all grip a grenade in one hand, holding it steady as they wait for the enemy to be in range.

You look up to the canvas flaps, each movement of them driving a spike of fear into your heart. You lift yourself with one hand, putting your boot on the foot rail next to you and hauling yourself forward. You sit there, on the precipice of the abyss, and faintly you hear the keening wail that calls to you.

You move forward, and rather than stepping into the truck find yourself in a stone floored atrium. Above you, a chandelier drips wax down to the floor below it, the wax spattering like blood. The room is dark, the stone pillars that support it covered in a creeping moss that shudder and dance in the shadows. You try to clutch your rifle close, only for it to vanish in your arms. Ahead of you, a thick wooden door is set into the wall.

“What in the name of the maker…” Nixie scans the room, her small form trying to keep close to you in the pocket.

A diminutive woman rises from the chair to your side, and you can’t help but think it hadn’t been there earlier. The lantern she carries in her hand creaks and sways just as she, as though one of the dead risen.

“Welcome Uhrmacher, to the Choir’s halls.”

That's it for tonight guys! Next session will be Tuesday, January 16th at 6:00PM EST. As always I'm around for questions and discussion!

>>2229627
I looked it up, I'm definitely going to play it when I have the time just out of principle now.

>>2229651
They made a prequel that lets you play on the other side :)

>>2229660
No shit? That sounds tight. Next couple days off I get I'll try to push through them.

>>2229638
Man, even if we don't get eaten by banshees hopefully Hauptmann and Dok buy the excuse of, "I didn't bail on you guys during that fight, there was a magic portal to Banshee-Town in the back of the truck, for real!"

>>2229685
if those fuckers have the balls to take us out of the fight they can at least have the decency to help out and kill a few yanks.

I want to thank you guys for participating again. I absolutely love running this and watching you guys talk different decisions or world related stuff out. You guys have made writing fun again for me.

>>2229696
What made it suck before?
Make Writing Great Again!

>>2229711
Just lost my mojo. Didn't feel like any of my ideas went anywhere. I've got a few on the backburner but nothing jumped out at me. Around August I dreamed of this setting, and spent the subsequent months til December planning it out and fleshing out the world ideas.

>>2229729
Hmmm, not sure if I should bring up [Redacted] Quest then....

>>2229638
Oh god, what did we do to that watch

>>2229757
I don't know what that is anon, fill me in

>>2229696
Thanks for running QM, ANy idea of when we'll see another run?

>>2229801
Tuesday at 6:00PM EST!

>>2229776
Against my better judgement....
Trench Quest
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/44852820/

Plz don't die ;.;

>>2229812
Bye forever anon. I'm kidding, I figured this idea had been thought of before. I hope I can put my own good spin on it!

>>2229817
Nothing wrong with taking ideas from previous successes. I liked that the guy was able to provide details and not get bogged down by them at the same time while satisfying questions, even the answer was sometimes vague.

>>2229829
I honestly didn't even know that quest existed, so I hope I didn't come across like I took it.

Well thanks for the conversation and comments guys. Off to bed and we'll run again Tuesday at 6:00PM EST.

As always I announce quest related things here:
https://twitter.com/LukaLukaLuu

>>2229837
Not at all, I loved the ww1 themed horror/action quest came up since I enjoyed the previous quest, which led me to the necrovision game I found later.

I hoped that sharing the link would bring ideas and inspiration rather than demotivate due to coincidences.

>>2229848
Good night.

>>2229666
Looking forwards to this though? I'd say this kind of captures the quest quite well

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ke8JidVdMo

>>2229848
So what happened with the Native Americans? Have they ended up like in Shadowrun?

Ended up not being busy tonight. Anyone interested in an impromptu session from the point of view of another character?

>>2232345
Sure, who?

>>2232345
reporting for duty

>>2232371
An random american soldier who will tie in to our current situation.

We ready to roll then from the perspective of random american paratrooper?

>>2232408
Sure

>>2232408
Roger roger.

Sounds good, writing!

>>2232408
I'm down

>>2232408
will hedie?

>>2232437
Everyone dies in the end anon

>>2232440
will it be painful?

>>2232440
Will he at least get some chicken pussy

>>2232450
it's actually the harpy we shovelled

You awaken to the pounding of your head. Each throb is like a hammer against your face,nails pushed through your eyes and into your very consciousness. Weakly, you open your eyes and immediately regret it. The light burns into your skull, forcing you to squint against the harsh sun. You blink weakly a few times, trying to chase away the grogginess that holds tight over your being. You roll over, a warm touch sliding over your side.

“Ya fuck pretty good for a city boy. Drinking? Not so much though.”

You look down first towards the sensation that moves slowly over your loins. A brown and grey speckled wing moves slowly beneath the covers. You trace the appendage to the source, finding it attached to the grizzled sergeant of the Harpy unit attached to yours. A long scar runs along her face, her hair spiked in every which way. You can’t help but look lower, and find yourself staring at her ample bosom. For a moment, the hangover vanishes as your blood rushes through your body.

“Down boy, we’re supposed to be dropping soon. Don’t wanna be killin germans with your seed still drippin.” Despite her protests, she smiles softly at you.

Her face moves along the side of yours, your hair standing on end with the warmth her breath brings.

“Tell you what though, fer every jerry you kill I’ll blow ya for each minute.”

You try to hide the grin that pulls at the sides of your mouth.

You:

[1] Force her to fool around a bit longer

[2] Best gear up before the drop

[3] Shower before anything, you’re sticky

>>2232497
>[3] Shower before anything, you’re sticky