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[LordSlowpoke]

Or use the mechanisms from a real one. Basic process would be capturing one, lobotomizing it and adding mechanical parts so that it is monitored and controlled from afar, then add powerarmor and weapons to it as needed. You basically end up with a remote controlled cyborg super-banshee in space marine style, if apace marines were also ninjas.

(It is not as overpowered as it sounds, because a bunch of things dosn't stack.)

...Yeah, even if that were possible(and I think we will need a couple more points in intelligence first) there's no way we're gonna do it. We want to REDUCE suffering, not inflict more. If a gun is too much of a weapon to design without resource you really think Euro is gonna built THAT?

Euro WOULD build such a thing if he was convinced that it would destroy the Clockworkers, as a final way of doing it - but he would. If a lesser amount of suffering would mean ending the suffering of the countless, I guess that could be arranged, aye? Mateials could be found/bought/made, we have enough time to think about that.

I was supposed to post simply to follow. Damn you.

[Silleh Boy]

Limited sight.

Cold night.

Alone.

These three facts echoed through your mind over and over as you attempted to assess your situation, as you strode down the alley ways that lead in the rough direction you assumed that the banshee had travelled in. You had lost the one who identified herself as Anxiety several minutes ago when her hand slipped from your own, as she vaulted over several crates and barrels, as she attempted to lead the way. No sooner had her hand slipped from your own had you turned, taking a new direction before she could react.

You didn't follow her.

You had a duty to carry out.

Even stripped of your arms and armour, even reduced to this fleshy body you felt compelled to carry out your duties to the city, the duties that were the earliest thing you could remember. At least they seemed that way. For some reason the concept of them being so seemed odd where you had never questioned it before, for some reason they seemed out of place now you were in a new body.

A body that didn't feel right.

Underfoot was alternately sharp and clammy, though always cold as you made your way onward, as you made your way in the most probable direction that the man who had identified himself as Eurochkoles had taken. You knew that the banshee would pursue him, that it was your duty to stop this thing, your duty to stop that what went bump in the night.

Limited sight.

That thought echoed in your mind once again as you compared the clear sight you knew you had possessed before you had been reduced to what you were now, to the limited night sight you now possessed. Where before everything had been clearly visible, sharp and detailed, things were now visible in muted and unusual colours, detail was had to assess and everything seemed shrouded by gloom.

Cold night.

You were adorned by fabric that did little to protect you from the chill of the night, little to prevent your body from losing heat. This struck you as both oddly a good thing as it meant that you would be able to operate more efficienctly, and bad. You did not know why it struck you as bad, other than the fact that you could not feel that what you knew to be your toes. Your body seemed to operate less efficiently with the cold of the night and you had no idea why it should.

Alone.

You were alone, there was no sign of others of your kind here, no sign of the two that you had followed up until this point. You knew that had you wanted to restore contact with the one defined as Anxiety that you merely had to return to the point you parted ways, to wait for her to return to that point. You saw no reason to do such, you knew that this Anxiety was not one of your kind. She was no guardian, she was not constructed of bronze and armed with a multitude of weapons to fend off that what went bump in the night.

You knew that you should return, that you should seek repairs from the Clockworkers. You knew that you had sustained the complete loss of your body, that another had taken its place. You knew that they would know what to do, that they would be able to fix this. You had a duty to carry out first however, you had the banshee to neutralise, to take back to the Clockworkers for disposal.

The sound of a scream pierced the night, one that had you change your heading as you assumed that it was most likely from the man given its tone being masculine enough. It was only a small deviation from the direction that you had been travelling in before, as you made your way through alley ways towards the source of the sound.

You hurried along for almost thirty seconds before finding your way blocked by a figure dressed in white, a figure who had a number of white feathers drifting down behind him. The figure had blonde hair, pale skin and was taller than you. He was clearly looking at you, though you could not tell for what reason, what purpose he was paying attention to you.

You could not stop for him, yet as you continued forward you found him spreading his arms, blocking the way onward as he shook his head. "I cannot permit you to pass, foul one," came the figures words, words that bore a strange quality to them, a quality that made them distinctly inhuman due to the power behind them. "You have no place here."

"Please step aside. You are obstructing pursuit and neutralisation of a banshee," you responded, stating your purpose in response to that declaration that you had no place, that must have been in regard top how you no longer resembled what you knew to be your prior form.

"Tiny titan, turn back and return to your masters, you have no place in the events of this night," the figure stated, while your face contorted as you attempted to comprehend this, confusion clearly registering on your features. "You are a thread in the tapestry of fate, out of place and a potential threat to that what is, that what shall be. Return, leave this place, before action is taken to minimise the damage that you will cause."

You tilted your head slightly as you looked up at the figure. "Incorrect. I am designated-" you started, though the figure was fast to interrupt you, silencing you as he drowned out your words with his own, his tone booming and yet soft.

"You are inconsequential, turn back or face the consequences."

This individual was an unknown factor, yet they had made a clear threat towards you. A threat needed a response. How were you going to respond?

Spoiler: "Stats" (click to show/hide)

Earth:   ? - (? ? ?)
Fire:   ? - (? ? ?)
Air:   3 - (Creature Lore)
Water:   1 - (? ? ?)

Powers:

0 - Ageless.
   With enlightenment came eternity.

2 (fm) - Pretender Immortal.
   Few know the only methods capable of killing you. Fewer still are able to apply them.

4 (fmmv) - Tainted Flesh.
   You rapidly recover from all manner of ills, though there are still substances that your body cannot process. A side effect is, that your bodily fluids are toxic to others.

? - ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Points Pool: ---

[Armok]

This path is obstructed.
Reroute around obstacle.

[LordSlowpoke]

Reroute the obstacle.

[penguify]

One cannot reroute around obstructing civilian. Civilian is intentionally preventing access to target location.

One cannot harm civilians without valid reason. Order civilian to permit passage one additional time before neutralizing civilian's capacity to obstruct path.

If civilian shows signs of abnormal capabilities during neutralization, return to the Clockworkers to report anomaly and receive repairs.

[nbonaparte]

Okay, Joy is fun. I like this.

[Armok]

Upon further consideration, a banshee may be beyond what we can efficiently handle in our current state. Find and alert another of our kin.

[penguify]

((Good point.))

[Karnewarrior]

This path is obstructed.
Reroute around obstacle.

Okay, Joy is fun. I like this.

This is one of the most awesome things I've read today.

>Find Bronze Man or whatever.

[Nivim]

 On page 29 (update: reply 423, the stats) I found it amazing no one noticed that Anne could use a Vulture form, thus implying that the vultures were the Enlightened. Although a few pages later, it seemed like it ceased to be the case when people didn't catch on. I think it would have been awesome.
 I would have suggested the ability to cleanse corruption and taint from TtgBitN and the Enlightened, around that time. Although it seems like it could still be useful.
 On page 31 (update: reply 452) I found it odd that no one immediately demanded that Red's wife be warned somehow about the toxic tissue created.
 At page 38 (reply 569) a theory of mine was that the "colors" Jack spoke of seemed to be extracted by gruesome torture. Since Eurochkoles is immune to torture, and he would have no colors as far as Jack is concerned. Turns out Jack was the reaper of souls.
 Having read just a tiny bit of page ~51 before starting, I was expecting Anne would be made into an automaton. Extra twist from the ~spoiler!

  The book you are holding did not start in the form of a book, or a collection of writer's notes. It started as a game; a forum game. Know commonly as "text adventures", they are started by an "author" posting a prompt on an online forum. Members of the forum then play by suggesting where the story will go from there; much like a "choose your own adventure book", except the next page is only written after you choose. Or in this case, after the forum members debate and vote on what they want. Everything in that thread of words, by author and suggestor alike, is recorded here as it was written; with errors and uncertainty intact. We hope you experience the same thing those players did, and perhaps go play you're own. Or write one!

 And if this is made into a book it will have a recursive foreword!


 Ask what consequences he would offer, threatening a guardian is reason for violence and incapacitation. (He might not be able to hinder us because of angel-like restrictions.)

[dragnar]

On page 29 (update: reply 423, the stats) I found it amazing no one noticed that Anne could use a Vulture form, thus implying that the vultures were the Enlightened. Although a few pages later, it seemed like it ceased to be the case when people didn't catch on. I think it would have been awesome.

Huh? Where does it say that? I can't seem to find it.

On page 31 (update: reply 452) I found it odd that no one immediately demanded that Red's wife be warned somehow about the toxic tissue created.

Created from what? Anne is poisonous, but there was no danger of her being hurt during that scene.

[Nivim]

Spoiler: "Stats" (click to show/hide)

1 (f) - Vulture
   Alive at night, with perfect sight.

It's what I immediately assumed this was; something like lycanthropy except for the vulture creatures. I thought that it was only "frequent" because loosing control is not versatile or powerful. If it was only night sight, the ability should be labeled what it is, like the others, instead of where it came from.

 I assumed Red's wife had taken back her tissue, I found the word I missed.

[Silleh Boy]

"Consequences. Clarification is required," You responded speaking at the figure rather than to him as you shifted your weight testingly from one foot to the other, as you started to establish if your body was sufficient for what you may require it for. You were at least light weight enough that your body could easily sustain its own weight it seemed, though it seemed awkward to favour weight on one side instead of evenly distributing it. You were pleased to find that your legs seemed more responsive, better adapted to fast movement, as it made up at least in part for the fact that they were poorly suited to enduring damage.

"The consequences of this should be quite obvious," the figure merely stated as he folded his arms across his chest, assuming a posture and expression that you failed to grasp the meaning of. You paid little heed to this however, as lost on you as it was it failed to strike you as signifigant in the slightest.

"Awaiting clarification," you stated once more, while the figure's expression changed, one eyebrow raised as they shook their head slightly. During this time you moved from experimentally tensing your leg muscles, checking your center of balance and the like, to rolling your shoulders. Your arms seemed to be more responsive, though more fragile than you were used to as well, with a greater range of motion than you had previously experienced.

"I am certain you understood me."

"Awaiting clarification," you once more stated, your body returning to a neutral position as you deemed it acceptable for your immediate needs, though overly fragile. Your impassive gaze was locked on the figure before you, your eyes staring into his as you waited expectantly for him to clarify his earlier threat. No citizen would intentionally threaten a guardian after all, so the most likely explanation was that it was a poor choice of words on their part.

There was a moments silence as the figures expression changed once more, before they shook their head slowly. You were half torn between going onward to deal with the banshee and returning to the Clockworkers guild to have your body restored to what it had been prior, knowing that in this state you were far below what you saw as acceptable. You were about to decide if you were going to inform them to step aside or if you were going to turn back when they finally spoke once more.

"In terms even you are able to understand, I cannot allow you to continue onward, if you attempt to do so I shall kill you. You are a threat to all that is, and all that shall be," the figure stated, his voice booming in a manner that you vaguely recognised as authoritative. You were not convinced however, as he had chosen to threaten you in a manner that was clearly favouring the things that went bump in the night.

This fact was just what you needed to quickly narrow down what this figure likely was, the fact that he was favouring the continued existance of the terrors of the night meant that he fell within one of a handful of factions. He was either one of the enlightened stripped of distinguishing marks, one of the citizens of the town who had consumed a tainted creature and thus required cleansing, or a rogue scientist who was responsible for the proliferation of those things.

The appropriate reaction for all three of these things was the same.

The subject required neutralisation and return to the Clockworkers guild for disposal.

"Classification complete, initiating neutralisation," you stated as you instinctively attempted to ready your weapons, only to find yourself staring down at your hand. You were unarmed, you were without the weapons that you were used to having mounted ready for such encounters, you were unarmoured. You were uncertain how to progress from this point, as even unarmed you would have been able to deal with him, had you been constructed in the manner you were most familiar with.

"Child, you are a tiny titan, stripped of your shell and your weapons of war. Turn back or face the wrath of the heavens," the figures voice boomed as a pair of white wings briefly manifested behind them, leaving a couple of feathers drifting down as they just as quickly seemed to cease to exist. The figure stepped forwards as he closed the distance between you, placing one hand to your chest as he applied pressure, attempting to push you backwards.

You stood firm as you felt what you took to be uncertainty in regards to your prior classification of this individual. You didn't understand them and you didn't understand why you faltered when you knew how you had to deal with them. You were torn over how to react, though you were fast to tell yourself, the course of action that was most fitting in this situation was...?

Spoiler: "Stats" (click to show/hide)

Earth:   ? - (? ? ?)
Fire:   ? - (? ? ?)
Air:   3 - (Creature Lore)
Water:   1 - (Tracking)

Powers:

0 - Ageless.
   With enlightenment came eternity.

2 (fm) - Pretender Immortal.
   Few know the only methods capable of killing you. Fewer still are able to apply them.

4 (fmmv) - Tainted Flesh.
   You rapidly recover from all manner of ills, though there are still substances that your body cannot process. A side effect is, that your bodily fluids are toxic to others.

? (?) - ?öt??n
   ? ? ? ? ? ?

Points Pool: ---

[penguify]

Looks like our repressed previous personality is exerting itself, but naturally we don't know that. If it surfaces more fully, we'll probably either run away or continue to talk to him, as our previous self knows him to be an angel.

One is incapable of effective neutralization of target. One must seek an alternate route and/or call for the aid of an undamaged Mechanical Enforcer.

Seeking an alternate route is unlikely to be successful. One must receive assistance.

[Armok]

This body seems to be constructed for different tactics than your previous one. Attempt to overwhelm this opponent with speed and agility. Feint. Doge. Precision strike. repeat.