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[Persus13]

Continue to be treated.

[GreatWyrmGold]

Grab him with my prehensile tail and maul him with my various arms. Secrete numbing slime all over him. Consume him.

Continue using water powers to drown the strange creature, trying to create intense pressure on it from the water while also still trying to force the water inside the creature's lungs. THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!

Spoiler: EPIC FIGHT MARRED BY DICE ROLLS! (click to show/hide)

[4v5]

[6] Rick forces water into Xan’s lungs so forcefully that it ruptures, spraying gore everywhere. It’s not quite dead, though (in part because of its distributed circulation and such), so it [3v3-1] grabs and scratches at Rick, causing severe lacerations.

[3v3-1]

Rick is a bit dazed, allowing Xan to go first. [6v1-1] It grabs him and starts to smother and secrete on him.

[6]

[1v3-1]

While Rick’s a bit slowed from the numbing secretions, he manages to get the upper hand and [2] gather moisture on Xan. Xan [6v5-1] rips at Rick’s face with its claw.

[5]

[5v2-1]

[5v2-1] Xan keeps ripping at Rick. [1] This distracts Rick enough that water is flung away from Xan.

[5] Man, Xan is tough...

[6v4-1]

[5v6-1] Rick stays Xan’s paw with a tentacle and [5v2] breaks it.

[3-1] This is enough to get Xan to finally die.

WINNER: Rick!

As Xan bleeds out, his body begins to glow and warp. It shifts into a weird shape, elongated with a humanoid torso thing at one end. The “arms” split into four flylike limbs, and the puny head also becomes flylike; the body stretches into a tail, before contracting, thickening, and growing a pair of fly-wings. It smells of burning flesh and is surrounded with the sounds of distant screams. The air around it shimmers, and out comes a strange goop, which hardens into a strange coraley thing around its torso, like armor, and a snake with a big, spiny head that wraps its tail around one arm. It--the original it--looks at you. Greetings, High Priest of Ndeitosael. I can’t help but notice that there seems to be another...entity which seems to be helping you. As a fellow servant, how about we just keep this little secret between the two of us, hm?

_{”Whoa, I heard that! Wait, WHAT are you?”}

Rick feels a new ability. He feels the first telepathic voice contacting him. This ability should be of great use. Simply converse with someone, and they’ll trust you like a friend, confidant, mentor, and/or famous person.

And now for your next task. As you should know, Ndeitosael is attempting to manifest in the world. This isn’t as simple as it sounds. Hence, in order to prepare for the manifestation of Ndeitosael, we need...energy. To start with, we need a properly-anointed altar, blessed with demon blood, your blood, and demonic magic. Thankfully, the blood of the demon just summoned has been charged with demonic magic, so you just need to have it bleed on an appropriate altar some and you bleed on it some. Got it? Good.

_{”Say, could you explain what’s going on?}

-->


Is there really anything to do at this point?

Um...

[5,1] Your nose...was already missing, so you can’t lose it again. Your skull is resphaped; it gains a bony crest several inches high on the top.


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Meet with lawyer, discuss the case while blindfolded, ask if I should plead insanity or inform them of my condition and bank on that.

Your lawyer arrives.

Spoiler: Awkward Conversation (click to show/hide)

“Hey, Walther. How’re you and what did you do this time?”

“I’m fi--”

“WHA--um, could you open your mouth a moment?”

“Aaahh...”

“...”

“What?”

“You have two mouths.”

“Oh, that.”

“Yeah, that.”

“...Well?”

“WHY DO YOU HAVE TWO MOUTHS?”

“Long story.”

“We’ve got a while.”

“Okay. I got injected with this mutagenic stuff and started mutating. And that’s one of the things that mutated.”

“...”

“I’m telling the truth!”

“I know. Nothing else makes sense. Granted, this doesn’t make sense either, but it makes less no sense than the other possibilities. So. Insanity defense again?”

“Could I try getting leniency for my...condition?”

“No. Heck, insanity just means you’re going to the maximum-security psych ward again.”

God dammit.


Walk over and get myself a cup of water. Toss the cup away, and throw the water at someone. Anyone. Maybe a security guard or something.

You do so. [1] With absolutely horrible accuracy. You manage to spray yourself in the face!

You hear sirens.

Forget the rescue teams, there is lunch to be had!

You head to lunch. The restaurant across the seat seats the two of you. Several customers move away.

A waitress eventually arrives, seeming to be trying to stay absolutely as far away as policy allows. “Hi, I’m Sam, and I’ll be your waitress today. What would you like to order?”

[3+1,2;3+1,2] Interesting.

Anyways, Logic feels a new set of thoughts, words, and actions which would presumably accomplish something. As for Passion, he stares at the menu, trying to decide on a burger. His image wavers and vanishes, save for some odd distortions. Not that Passion notices.


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wake up and kick the guy in the nuts, buy and consume pretzels whilst drinking my beer.

[6] Awake! With a headache! [5v2] Guy kicked and in pain! You don’t feel fuller or drunker.

[6] “Boo-yah!” As you shout, you feel your skin bristle. You look at yourself and note that your skin has grown covered with thick, bony plates with short, stout spines on them. Sucks for your clothes, but cool. You get back to your drink; your skin returns to normal.

Oh, well. I was hoping to run into those two yokels in that cabin that someone bumped into earlier.

Who says you won't? Also, thanks for the idea...

Mr. Normal, heartened by the pickup tracks he found, continues searching for American rural people in these woods who might harbor anti-government feelings.

[1] You find several men in black suits. They don’t look like yours. One looks at you.

“Who are you and what are you doing?”

[7] You instantly start noting weak points in random people and things.

Continue to be treated.

[6] You’re evidently good enough to let out, because they give you a pair of crutches and put you out on the street.

[8] You feel a ritual.


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NPC Actions:

This section has been eliminated. It’s not really needed. It’s been replaced with:

General Notes:

It’s noon. People are aware of the “mutants” or “freaks” or “monsters” roaming the town and surrounding countryside. Rumors suggest that there are even government agents investigating the things.

And a new experiment, probably the last one, begins.


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Five test subjects and a single scientist with five syringes stand in the woods near the rubble of the facility.

“We had just started synthesizing the fourth iteration of the teratomorphic serum when the...structural failure occurred. Thank you for arriving for your appointments; this will replace what you initially came to test. Let us know how you feel.”

Each takes the syringe and injects themself.

Spoiler: Mutations? (click to show/hide)

Someone sees itself in three images: One eating a piece of wood, one pointing to a cloud, and one being repulsive to the other two.

Choices: 792 (Eat Anything), 599 (Weather Sense), 602 (AntiCharisma)


Elrond Humperdink sees three images of himself as well, but one is puny, one is ignoring small arms fire, and one is holding his head and talking to himself.

Choices: 129 (Puny), 955 (Supernatural Toughness), 528 (Dual Brain)


Sunflower has a similar hallucination, but this is hardly surprising. He sees one of himself going way too fast, one staring at the sun, and one healing from his head and a chunk of torso. He says “Hi!” to the hallucinations. They respond...well, the first two do, the second grunts.

Choices: 452 (Maniac), 339 (Protected Senses), 891 (Perfect Regeneration)


Maika grins at her other selves. One is munching on some kind of meat, one looks kinda like Red Skull put on makeup after getting magically gender-bent, and one is holding a clicking Geiger counter. Awesome.

Choices: 874 (Mind Cannibal), 143 (Skull Face), 905 (Radioactive)


Finally, May. Her other selves are...not so good. One is sniffing futiley, one is trying to think of how to express a code of honor without being cliche, and one is really ugly.

Choices: 313 (No Sense of Smell), 412 (Code of Honor), 85 (Hideous Appearance)

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Spoiler: Statuses (click to show/hide)

Joe Bridger (Remuthra)

Physical State:

-Elderly

-Switchable Armored Skin (plasticky)

-Disintegrating Touch (tires)

-No Nose

-Bristley Hair

-??

-Tired and Woozy

-Roots

-Enhanced Hearing

-Bug Torso

-No Normal Legs

--Head on One Remaining Leg

---Left Eye in Left Ear

---Leg on Head

---Scarlet Eyes

-Three Arms (Bug's Legs)

--Right Arm has two legs growing off of it

-Thin Skin

-Weak Respiratory System

-Echolocation

-Diabetic

-Stinging Tail

-Head Crest

-??

-Head Wounded

Mental State:

-Dementia'd

-Psychometry

-Hunger-filling Something

Inventory:

-Fedora

-Wraparound Shades

-Pink Bathrobe

--$50.00

--Notebook

--Falcon Treats

-Police Belt

--Taser

--Radio

--Handcuffs

--Pistol

---Bullets

-Falconing Glove

-Slippers

-City Map

-$0.25


Rick (Xanmyral)

Physical State:

-Overweight

-Tingling

-Sonic Blasts

-Long Left Tentacle (~+25%)

-Glider membranes from tentacles

-Wormy Head, Body, Etc--No legs, dextrous worm-tentacles for arms, worm head

-Vibrating Spine

-White Feathers

-White Down

-Feline Eyespots

-Glowing Body Segment

-Poison Shout

-Cloud of Parasitic Flies

-??

-Very Badly Mauled

Mental State:

-Annoyed

-Suddenly understands body language

-Something Moderately Useful

-Helpful Worm--Totem

-Can Control Water

-Charming Voice

Inventory:

-Jumpsuit (legs torn)

--Wallet

---IC

---$13.38

--7 Pennies, 2 Dimes


Alexandra (Greenstarfanatic)

Physical State:

-Short, Thin

-Farsighted

-9'7"

-Unstable Density

-??

Mental State:

-Intelligent

-Magnetic Control

-??

-Lightening Ray (as in lowered density, not electricity)

-Ritual

-Tripping

-Object Teleportation

-Liquid Control

Inventory:

-Glasses

-Sheet

-Labcoat

-Green Shirt

-Pants

--Wallet

---ID

---Driver's License

---$61.32

--$0.83

--Keys

-Shoes

-Giant Motorcycle


Thrak (Toaster)

Physical State:

-Bifurcated Spiritually

-Gangly Skeletal

-Blank, Skull-like Head

-Angerpire

-No Smell or Taste

-Tough

-Frail from Skeletalness

-Slowed Something

-Can Teleport Objects Into Hand

-Logic: Absurd Super Strength, Create Toxic Smoke; ??

-Passion: Create Toxic Fog; ??

-Mutating Quadrupally

-Bruised Not-A-Mouth

-Caged!

Mental State:

-Logic: Brief Ritual, Something

-Passion: Invisibility

-Foolish

-Transhumanist

Inventory:

-Hoodie

--$50

-Lewd T-shirt

-Jeans

-Sneakers


Walther (Harry Baldman)

Physical State:

-Muscular

-Luminescent

-Water-Dependant

-Petrifying Gaze

-Inner, Rubbery Mouth

-ALP

Mental State:

-Crazy

-Lightbender

-Annoyingly Telepathic

Inventory:

-Glasses

-Robes

--$50.15

--Parking Ticket ($50)

-Socks

-Sandals


Greg (Unholy_Pariah)

Physical State:

-Mostly Hairless

-Bone Armor (switchable)

-??

-Malnourished but Recently Sated

-Filthy

-Headache

Mental State:

-Transhumanist

-Lucid Dreamer

-??

Inventory:

-Used Sweater (holes)

-Old T-Shirt (holes)

-Nice Watch

-Goodwill Sweat Pants (holes)

--"Found" Wallet

---$80

-Beaten-up Boots

-Beer Bottle

-Empty Cookie Package


Mr. Normal (HugoLuman)

Physical State:

-Normal

-Not At All Suspicious

-Vomits @will

Mental State:

-Normal

-Not At All Suspicious

-Waves Crash Sometimes

-Dyslexic

-Schizophrenia

-Mr. Normal, Quite Contrary

-Can See Weak Points

-??

Inventory:

-Clean gray hat

-Clean gray suit

--Cell Phone

--Absolutely a Fridge Magnet

--Nothing weird about this Stapler

--$50.00

-Bombless Shoes


William Snow (Persus13)

Physical State:

-Skinny

-Albino

-Broken Bones (set)

-Lacerations

Mental State:

-Great Spatial Sense

-Great Sense of Self

-Must have VENGEANCE!

-Can Speak In Tongues

-Reckless

-Quick Ritual

Inventory:

-Baseball Cap

-T-shirt, Dirty

-Jeans

--Driver's License

--$54.11

-Socks

-Sneakers

-Crutches


Elrond Humperdink ()

Physical State:

-Middle-aged

-Castrated

Mental State:

-Basically Insane

Inventory:

-Shirt

-Pants

--Wallet

---Piece of paper with "Driver's License" written on it

---Piece of paper with "Cell Phone" written on it

---Piece of paper with "A milion dollars" written on it

---$50.00

-Socks

-Shoes


James "Sunflower" Tatar ()

Physical State:

-Vegetarian

Mental State:

-Slightly Stoned

Inventory:

-Poncho

-Tie-Dye T-Shirt

-Shorts

--$50.00

-Sandals


Maika ()

Physical State:

-Surprisingly Normal

Mental State:

-Sadistic/Nymphomaniac

Inventory:

-Hat

-Dress

-High Heels


May ()

Physical State:

-Lean

-Toned Musculature

-A Few Scars

Mental State:

-Crazy

Inventory:

-Spiky Shoulder Pads

-Modified Bathrobe

--Knife

--Truncheon

--NERF Gun

--$50

-Boots

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The new batch is a bit...different. They can choose a single mutation out of the three to get. Neat!

Spoilers will now play a bigger part in turns.

[TCM]

Honor time.

[Persus13]

Perform Ritual

[kj1225]

I'm sorry but I do think I would like to play this very much.
Name:  Kyle Johnson
Gender:  Male
Description:  Tall man with brown eyes and hair.
Bio:  Kyle... sorta found this in the paper and thought it would be fun.

[Unholy_Pariah]

buy more pretzels and a six pack to go then pay off my tab.
Wander off and try to find the nearest hospital.

[Greenstarfanatic]

YES. Wait until someone arrives with a gun, and teleport it into my hands. Shoot them, and anyone else who tries to attack me.

[Xantalos]

It had defeated him. That ... thing, that traitor underseving of the true God's gifts, had MURDERED him, it's prophet on this miserable planet! IT wass almost beyond comprehension. How could he fail with the backing of a god behind him?
Unless...
The Enemy.
Xan felt his true nature - what others called a soul - being pulled from his fading corpse by some irresistable force, like a fisher on a line. He did not resist; this was not the first time he had recieved a summons like this.
He followed the sting to see where it led.

Of the road ahead, he comprehended only flashes.

High noon. A desert. A flash, and the sand is millions of wriggling blue worms.

The middle of the ocean. A blob of flesh floats by, another, and more and more until the surface os covered by them, which stretch upward to form eeire arches and structures of flesh.

A flying machine, all metal and steel. A pair of thrashing legs suddenly sprouts from the wings, sending it into a tailspin. The people inside it bloat up to enormous lengths and begin to glow like fireflies.

Visions of the World under the True God.

At last, after travelling for what seemed eternity, he came to a clearing in a thick wood. Flitting things danced at the corners of his eyes and sung mad songs of mushrooms and dandelions as they ushered him towards a figure sitting at the edge of a pond. It turned toward him and his visage -

- how -

When Xan woke, the figure was sitting, looking out into the now-lake. It scooped up a pebble, tossed it out into the middle, then patted the ground beside it.

Sit.

Hesitantly, he did. The figure continued staring out into the lake, and began speaking to him.

I have watched the world for a long time, you know. Looking at the people there, watching them change and grow and die. I have watched them for eternity and longer. I can wait no more.

I must go there, guide them to the proper path. They are close to acheiving eternal stillness - what your kind call immortality. This must not happen.

I will send you back, Xan, but you must do as I command you when you are incarnated. I must reach the world before my enemy. I will not allow failure.

The figure flicked a hand at him, seeming to blur into multiple shapes, all indistinct.

I grant you my favor again, Xan. Do not disappoint your god.

GO.

And with a rush of air, he was sent careening back. Everything in it's entirety rushed by him, going far too fast to be possible yet so slow he was not moving at all. Then -

Whump.
Flesh.
Lungs. A heart. Human body.
I am returned.
He looked up from where he was sitting, hunched over.
My enemy is out there somewhere. He will try to bring the Enemy into the world.
He must not succeed.

Respawn (if GM allows it) in a body similar to my last one, in a location by the original testing chambers.

[Harry Baldman]

"Ah. Maybe I can blow the whistle on these mutation people? I'm pretty sure what they did wasn't legal. Failing that, I suppose prison might be preferable to the Ward. I don't like the Ward."

"Hey, wait, how can they convict me of turning somebody to stone? How do they know it was I who even did it? Also, I have absolutely no control over this ability, and I had just received it at the time I turned the guy to stone. It was kind of an accident."

Speak!

[WillowLuman]

Snapping out of his addled state temporarily, Mr. Normal considers his options. Thinking fast, he begins talking like an utterly non threatening and oblivious hiker.

If they don't buy it, he decides he must teleport away.

[Xanmyral]

Spoiler: Warning, Large (click to show/hide)

Rick could hardly believe it, panting as best he could as his face bleed, his body ached, everything hurt yet felt numb at the same time. He killed... He killed that thing. Everything was numb yet hurt at the same time. None of this was right, he was a janitor. Was. Was-was-was. Funny word that. Was. Rick was a janitor. He killed that thing. Everything felt cold, but he couldn't tell if it was from the water or from the lack of blood. He couldn't tell if he was alright from the water or from the lack of blood.

Was.

Was.

Was.

Was.

Funny word. What is Rick though? A janitor? No, he was that, can one be what they were? What they was? Were-was-was-were. What is Rick? What was Rick? Rick was a janitor. Am I a janitor? No, Rick was a janitor. Am Rick I? No, janitor was Rick. Who is I? Who me is? Who was me.... I...

The hideous creature suddenly shuddered violently, as if affected by a feature of polar chill that seeks bones to ill. Then, as sudden as it came, they stopped, replaced by lamed breathing. It looked at the fly, the fly caught its eye.

The flowing fly flutters fluently from flowery prose, priest it piped, peaked a pose in it. Interested, it initiated interaction intuitively, innately with it. "Priest." It spoke in serendipity, so saying supposedly some succor unto it.

"That is me, the answer to the question." Priest spoke, it investigated its body carefully, trying to take ginger care of the wounds and bleeding. "Yes... Ndeitosael, a Priest of. We have a task of Ndeitosael, we must consecrate an altar so that he may rest with us, to tabernacle unto our presence. Blood is required, of yours and mine it must be present, matrimony of life's blood. Yet... I fear I will not have much else to give at the going rate." It spoke as well as it could in its present state. "A house of healing is required, but for the sake of one I shall move on. Come, we must go."

It raises itself up as well as it can, investigating its cloth raiment. Tattered, hardy cloth, the bottom half forming something of a parted robe with the rips, the sleeves similarly ripped to accommodate its dexterous limbs and the wings attached to them, just hanging straps as if for decoration. There was something in its pocket on the front, it could feel it. Confused moving. There was a twing in the back of its mind, as if it should be familiar, drawing feelings of kindness from the creature. "Hello little one, I see you in there. You are a friend--Is a friend." It echoed the last part in similar tone and pitch, as if its voice rewound and replayed yet said something else.

Feeling satisfied in its self analysis, Priest looked around to gather its bearings in its surroundings.

[Surprised I lived through that, to be frank. Figured I should make the character a bit more entertaining to write for while I'm at it.]

[borno]

In case you missed it, here's my sheet:

Name: For M. Al
Gender: Male
Description: A tall, lean man dressed up in a suit and tie.
Bio: Sent here by the Gen TL Man organization, more out of common courtesy as the last experiments had failed drastically rather than to benefit themselves directly. Basically he's just another faceless, mindless drone brainwashed by the company.

[Remuthra]

Get healed, then leave the hospital.

[wer6]

Perfect regeneration Walk around the room and try to figure out what is even happening to me.

[Fr0stByt3]

Weather sense. Get up. Look around. Stay silent.
(('Tis me, yes?))