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Slice of Life Goodkind Castrum Village of Blessed Rise, Outskirts     "Pray explain this seasons lacklustre tithe, Peasants!" The harsh, shrill voice of the squire, a young lad with golden locks and a stern look upon his brow, rang out over the prostrated, emancipated villagers. "Milordship" the least worse-off of them wailed "we mean nothin' by it! As ever Solarum in His Grace Shines his Radiance upon our fields, we toil in his honour! But the Heat of His Love in all encompassing, and the land is dry and withered! We cannot give what we cannot grow!" "HERESY! comes the retort, with spittle courtesy of zealous fevour - "how dare these wretches blaspheme against The Warmth and His Comfort?! They must be taught a lesson, sire!" the Squire exclaims. "And so they shall be taught." Comes the slow, booming voice of the Paladin, his eyes flashing with holy power. At once a wave of energy is released from the symbol hanging from a necklace on his chest, a sun, and the Paladin's body ripples with a strange, grey energy with but a hint of white-ish-yellow around the edges. The wave then passes over the Squire, likewise revealing a field of colours, this time greyish white with hints of red. Before anyone has time to react, the massive blade the paladin was keeping by his side has pierced clean through the Squires sternum and, blood already pouring from his ears, eyes, and mouth, but merely sizzling of off the blade into an angry cloud of steam, it is twisted fourty-five degrees before being pulled out just as rapidly, tearing a great chunk of ribcage and internals with it through the crushed chest cavity. The squire gurgles yet more blood as he collapses into the free, outstretched arm of his once-master who catches the boy with an unnervingly well-practised motion. "The Price of Evil is Death." he exclaims, as beyond the sight of mortals a wound tears itself in space and time, tendrils of malice and scorn adorned with countless be-toothed-openings screaming in agony.   From that place of darkness is released two putrid avatars of greed, Imps of the Abyss, racing from the portal to capture the now released last-breath from the recently deceased, the spirit already rising from the still-warm body. "The product of Death, Salvation." the Paladin states matter of factly, as his blade arcs perfectly in tune with the goings-on behind him to decapitate the two demons just as their claws reach out to claim their prize. The imps fall into four distinct clumps of burning non-flesh as the terrified villagers stare in abject horror at what their pitiful senses allow them to comprehend, namely the equally as artful re-sheathing of the blade. The spirit, now free of its host but with nowhere to go as the portal is dispelled with the banishment of it's dire passengers, hangs in the air, fully translucent but distorting the light ever so slightly that only those with the keenest of sight might catch on to it's presence. The Paladin sighs audibly as there is no further mystical developments, still holding onto the body of his former companion. Bringing his free hand up to the necklace once more, his gauntlet starts glowing a bright, painful orange. This is then brought over to the spirit which, ectoplasm solidifying into something akin to melting icecream, is forced into the body, mortal-wound cauterizing behind it. The Squire gasps and coughs more blood as the gauntlet makes its way out of his chest, leaving naught but a burn-mark in the shape of a sun in its wake, clearly visible through layers of tattered tabard, chainmail and cloth. "I trust this lesson be sufficient to encourage the fine folks of Blessed Rise in their continued efforts to til the soil." the Paladin bellows, without a hint of mirth or wroth. "Blessed be!" cry the villagers, voices hoarse, as Paladin and Squire turn to leave.
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So, uh Are we still alive or did we just get sucked out of the body or
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Volmarias posted:So, uh Oh, right, sorry, I should have clarified! A slice of life is basically an intermission, or "meanwhile, in another place." A short story meant to flesh out the world. You are still alive, for now! Don't worry, you'll die again soon enough, and it will be very clear when you do!
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Second Life, XXY-Com: Enemy Inside   Taking but a few seconds to relish at the spectacle as Katie chunks another handful of anklebiters into so much fertilizer, you take a few potshots into the fray and try to cover some ground to the west, intending to reinforce the emplacements there before the entire sector gets over-run. You trust Katie to handle herself, at least for a while. And even if she can't, there is more where she came from. In the end, all must sacrifice themselves fore the greater good. +1 🕊 The first encampment you get to is barely holding, having only survived thus far because of the sudden appearance of the Brute. It consists of two wounded white cell soldiers, much like yourself, and a third one who is very much deceased.  You help yourself to a spare grenade and an extra clip and expend them almost immediately just to get enough time for a sit-rep from the very front itself. It's bad, but you knew that. The enemy is pouring out of two deep puncture wounds set about an inch apart in the dermis ahead, and shows no signs of stopping. The grunts manning the blood plasma auto-cannon say they've never seen such a diverse opponent before, fielding such a wide variety of both weapons and combat methodologies - it's almost as if the infection was intelligently designed to be as resistant as possible, avoiding the usual pitfalls of over-specialization that the antibody system relies on to triumph. If this goes continues at this rate much longer, they are afraid the higher ups at NERVE HQ will institute a body-wide Fever, something usually reserved only for the most dire of maladies after many thousands of heartbeats - not after two. Speaking of which... The inner flesh of the cavernous digit of war contracts even as the low tide recedes and a low rumble spreads itself from somewhere up and far, far away.  The grunts look at once both comforted and despairing. "More reinforcements arriving soon, we'll drive them out, you'll see." "Just gotta hold a while longer, can't let them reach the artery or there is no telling how far they'll spread." This is as much conversation as you are able to hold however, as the anklebiters howl in frenzy and double down on their assault, hoping to do just that.  You throw your last grenade, taking out half a dozen 'biters, but it is not enough to make a dent. The grunts sweep the auto-cannon across the front but for every twenty hostiles the blood-plasma bolts chew through, another sixty 'biters have already taken their place. You send out a quick pulse to Katie but by this point she is fully engrossed in glorious meleé, wholly surrounded by biters attempting to boil her alive or at least impede her wrecking-ball trajectory through their forces. You consider your options and retreat for now, heading to the nearest - south western - outpost. This one still has all three grunts alive and well, though you can see by their slightly sluggish movements that fatigue has set in and that they are in desperate need of rations or respite, even if their ammo-stock is good to go for a while longer. It is by this point you hear a strange crackle of static from your impulse unit followed by thousands of agonized screams in a flash of pale green light.  And just like that the (now formerly) north-eastern emplacement (from your current point of view) was a pile of ash and grotesquely fused flesh. Looks like your enemy still had a few surprises in store for you. You... A: Take advantage of the carnage to free Katie from the pile-up, pushing further into enemy lines. B: Head over the the furthest encampment to reinforce it before it falls. C: Gengineer a devious trap for the enemy using the ample supply of blood-plasma ammunition stored at your current site. D: Retreat! Hope you can find something/someone amongst the coming reinforcements to aid you in the battle. E: Something else? Write-in Current Objective: Destroy the enemy bile-cannon artillery Secondary Objective: Seal the puncture wound(s) Teritiary Objective: Survive Current Party: Katie the T-Cell. [Deployed. Fighting off a horde of ankle-biters] Current Karma: 000.000.005 🕊 | 000.000.007 🦂 Current Mana Supply: Out Of Mana.
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A, looks like holding the line isn't going to work. We're going to have to push through to try to knock out the artillery with Katie of we're going to have any chance of not just drowning in putrescence.
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A Our best bet is to claim some of the bile cannon artillery for our own use against the infectious horde. Then when we are rewarded for our brave actions, we can use the access it gives us to embed ourselves deeper in the body...
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C Delay the enemy until reinforcements arrive to help. We can’t afford to let them reach an artery.
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C Should be interesting at least.
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Second Life, XXY-Com: Enemy Inside  Whatever that beam was, you don't fancy your chances facing it directly though neither do you like the thought of it having away at your allies unperturbed and so you decide to set a trap for it, sacrificing the firesite in the process. 1: A: Without informing the troops there stationed, of course. Wouldn't be much of a trap, otherwise. B: Informing the troops first, trusting in their Duty to the Body at large and in your own Inspiring Presence to keep them fighting. After having dealt with the friendlies, you sprint over to their supplies, several crates full of bloodplasma canisters, enough to last another heartbeat or two, though you doubt they would have the chance to go through even half of it at the rate the anklebiters are advancing. With your gengineering kit it is simple enough to rig it all together in such a way that stray fire or a large stomping foe will collapse it into a giant explosion. You hope. You are pretty sure you know what you are doing. Your skills seem instinctual and the kit does most of the braining for you, only really needing your input to formulate a plan in the first place and your cellpower to move things around in the right way, at the right time. There is another flash of energy as the leftmost flank collapses entirely, sending thousands upon thousands of anklebiters towards your position.You are forced to abandon the firesite, and Katie, trusting in your own ingenuity to see you to shelter before you are overrun. You turn to look at the front one last time, and the world rumbles. You stumble into the dry, veiny underbrush as the shaking intensifies and, with a roar like a waterfall, the artery far behind you is once more saturated with oxygenated blood. Trickles of red and white blood cells start pouring out of bloodbusses and you see columns of troops pour into the back line and can only hope or pray that they will be enough. But you have tarried overlong, and the enemy is upon you. You fire wildly as a group of left-flanking biters descend on your position, having ignored the fire teams that shredded their brethren in droves to more swiftly reach the what will soon become new front line. They have taken heavy casualties to get to you, and take another as you spray them down at midrange, but that still leaves you with a dozen or more dog-sized bileguys to deal with. Your red eye is pounding, the enemy is everywhere. Is this the end???  2: C: Perform a bitter last stand, as is your Duty. D: Fire-And-Run, try to make it to the back-line fire-sites before being over-run, killing a few ankle-biters in the process. E: Just Run, you *will* make it to the back-line fire-sites, but so will most of the ankle-biters. F: Your Red Eye is pounding. You are will be may have been could be dying. You... you have something in your pocket. A Share of Time. Use it. Current Objective: Destroy the enemy bile-cannon artillery Secondary Objective: Seal the puncture wound(s) Teritiary Objective: Survive Current Party: Katie the T-Cell. [MIA. Last seen fighting off a horde of ankle-biters.] Current Devious Traps: One (01)x Improvised Bloodplasma Battery Explosives, set. Current Karma: 000.000.005 🕊 | 000.000.007 🦂 Current Mana Supply: Out Of Mana.
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B E Even if they abandon the firesite, the on rushing horde will spring the trap anyway. The firing line is there to handle the anklebiters, let them. Disappointing that we lost KT.
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AE We're the bad guy here. Don't put our life on the line when we could be using this opportunity to take over the body ourselves!
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At this point, it seems like symbiosis with the immune system is a pretty good way to keep ourselves from being stopped. Also, I'm enjoying XXY COM.
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Second Life, XXY-Com: Enemy Inside You leg it, abandoning the front line troops to their explosive fate. Some small part of you wonders if perhaps you should have told them of your plans, that they, like you, might have greater ambitions in life. Oh, they knew full well what they were created for, what service entails, but given the chance, might you have found an equal? Well. If that had been the case, there is now one less rival to deal with when your time comes. +🦂 You don't look back. Even as the terrible, gnashing snarls of the anklebiters nip at your heels. Even as another flash of green lights up the cavern, sending long shadows of dead and dying racing ahead of you, shades of agony painted in bilefire. You lean into a world record sprint as your red eye pounds in your helmet, crossing that invisible threshold where the backline bloodplasma batteries have a killrate higher than zero and you are subsequently bathed in two infernos instead of merely one.  The screams eventually die down, soon overtaken by unintelligible chatter as you dive behind the lines of fat erected as the final layer of defence and you have a single moment to gather your thoughts...  You are still alive, so that is nice. Your armour is in tatters and you are covered in small burns and bruises. Less nice. Your pistol has a single clip and  It sounds like your trap went off. You peek over a fatcell and see an image of carnage as a huge foreign body topples over into a newly made crater, one of its six spindly limbs blown clean off and the bileprism crowning it's massive, bulbous thorax gyrating wildly.  [Achievement Unlocked! War of the Inner Worlds. Encounter the enemy Brute and survive.] From out of nowhere a bestial roar announces the bloodsoaked return of Katie as it leaps onto the quinpod to feast on its emerald heart before it gets another shot of bilefire off. As you hearing slowly returns, the ringing is replaced by cheers from those cells stationed around you. A significant, but costly, victory. Patching yourself up as much as your kit allows, you eye the incoming reinforcements and consider your goals. Your standing order is to shut down the enemy bile cannon artillery, now further away than when you started, with a stunted but nearly endless horde of foes between you and it. Your authority is questionable but you could probably scalp some new gear from a stockpile or find a few new volunteers for your mission, or sign up with another squad going in the same direction... as long as it's in line with your orders, you are essentially a free agent.  1: Resupply? A: Grab a few clips, a grenade or two, maybe look for a rifle, nothing too heavy. Keep it simple. B: Grab a sniper rifle and play heavy support. C: Grab a shield and just charge the enemy with your antibody knife and sheer, determined wrath. D: Grab some B4 and detcord and maybe some more grenades just for fun. 2: Find some friends? F: I grab a few rough looking goons and go where I please! Where too, chief? [Option Unlocked!: Path of the Overlord] G: No, I said I do my best work alone. Where too, chief? H: Join a fast-assault squad heading up north to blunt the already blunted flanking attempt. They'll make mincemeat out of most anklebiters but will get stuck-in right quick. Try to steer them towards Katie. I: Join a heavy support squad to reinforce the nearest north-eastern emplacements. Big cells with big guns. Hoorah! Risk light incoming artillery. J: Join a supply caravan going to the furthest easternmost emplacements. All the toys, all the danger. Risk heavy incoming artillery. K: Go back to NERVE forward basecamp and rejoin your squadleader,.
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super sweet best pal posted:D +1 to this
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super sweet best pal posted:D This I thought I posted this earlier but I guess I got distracted by this picture of.... Metroid?
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super sweet best pal posted:D +1
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Second Life, XXY-Com: Enemy Inside Loading yourself up to the gills with explosives and explosive-enablers, you straighten your back and put on an air of importance that is almost unnatural. With but a few well-timed yells, a lot of gesturing and the meanest look your red eye can muster, you soon find yourself in charge of a group of four rough looking grunts.  Armed and armoured with the barest of basics, a blood plasma rifle and a thin film of white membrane for protection, the four soldiers none the less give you an official looking salute that almost cracks the corners of your lips into a wicked smile. ---  Yes! Yes! Bwa Ha Ha! Arise minions of darkness, my heralds of Doom! Arise and put torch to this blighted world! Your voice echoed across the blighted plains, once so deathly silent, now filled with the clink-clink-clankle-rattling of ancient bones and rotted flesh animated with the conviction of Your Purpose and clad in long rusted iron. If the kingdoms of the would not bow to your genius, your magnificence, you would drown them in the bodies of their long-dead ancestors! ... That was how it was supposed to have gone, anyway. In reality the flimsy corpses scattered in a breeze, much less to the blows of hardened warriors, and fell victim to even the simplest of traps or stratagems. If only you had had more time, more power, or even more bodies to throw at the problem you might have prevailed, but in the end your armies lay twice-crumpled at the base of your mighty castle. With a gaggle of adventurers scouring the corridors and inconvenient platforming sections leading up to your Sanctum, it was all you could do to pour the last of your magics into a great spell of destruction, tearing the entire structure asunder and you and the adventurers with it. At least you didn't give them the satisfaction of victory you think to yourself, even as the raging eldritch-fire consumes your home, your robes and treasure, and turns your body to ash in the least pleasant way possible. At least you have that.  --- Memories of the Overlord, Goons and You As every good Evil knows, delegating is essential to your particular line of work, and no one delegates better than an Overlord. Most tasks that an aspiring Overlord does not deign undertake themselves, are handled by the Goons under her command. This includes but is not limited to; guard duty, low-stakes torture, conquest, terror-sowing, marauding, raiding, keeping the war, thievery, murder, general neer-do-welling and bodyguarding. Though goons can and do have varied appearances and capabilities, their true strength lay in their numbers and versatility. Goons crave little attention or resources to remain loyal, and are almost always willing to die for your cause, though most insist on some form of payment - be it monetary or a more nebulous reward for their service, such as a prominent position in the new society you are no doubt creating. --- "Boss?" You shake your head and come to your senses - the daydream still vivid in your minds eye, whispers of a fate beyond your station. Right. You inform the soldiers of your plan; to attempt salvage of the enemy Brute and potentially even the rescue of your own. Every word you speak is another clip in their arsenal of fervor and soon you have them "oorah!"ing together with the beats of your speech. Pointing dramatically to the horizon, you command them to charge head-first at your foe, to seize momentum and drive the ankebiters back. A few other squads seem to have the same idea and soon the safety of the fat-bagged, blood plasma auto-cannon-lined trenches are left behind you, as a throng of white blood celldiors race to be the first to claim the prize of death.  ---  With the anklebiters in disarray from the explosion and the lingering Brute, your squad quickly makes it to the crater where the still-smoking Brute lay. Beside it, Katie, leaking from thousands of scratches, bite-marks and war-wounds, tearing at the thick enemy armour with her claws and ferocious, un-ceasing wroth, bile splattering with each slam, the quakes of her blow echoing throughout the body.   You grin, and then grin wider as the armour-plates of the enemy bio-weapons platform creak and groan under the stress of assault, revealing a strange and yet intimately familiar glow from within - a mote of purest mana - the rarest of sights. What is it doing in there?  1: Quickly you... A: Order Katie to excavate it, that you may consume it! Your red eye pulses in delight. B: Order Katie to excavate it, that she may consume it! The memories of bygone glories still fresh in your mind. C: Order your Goons to excavate it, taking it back to safety! D: Rig it up with explosives for a devastating trap! E: Something-Else? Write-in! 2: Then what? F: Charge the nearest gathering of anklebiters! There are many thousands within shooting distance and they wont be dazed for long. G: Charge straight for the enemy bile-cannon artillery, through the entire enemy army, taking heavy artillery fire all the way! H: Attempt to further secure the crater, establishing a new front. I: Attempt to cut through the enemy, looking to stop them at their source! J: Something else? Write-in!
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1A2G Loving this whole sequence incidentally
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Second Life, XXY-Com: Enemy Inside It does not take much goading to get Katie to tear through the thick capsid plating of the enemy Phage to get at its gooey centre, though getting her to give up her prize is another matter. Fortunately there are enough anklebiters within mauling distance that she can be placated with a promise of violence to which she takes with gusto. Ordering your goons to set up a perimeter whilst you deal with 'salvage' and 'critical intel gathering ' you dive into the crater, climb up the ruined quadpod husk and enter the newly degloved virus through the convenient tear. It is beautiful. Have you ever seen such a thing up close? (?? You live it, you breath it) ~ a mote of pure magic essence, a bead of mana, a lonesome thaum, whatever the terminology, it is rare indeed that one is lose amongst the general populous of the Body and not in the care of NERVE or the boffins at STEM, EGO or ID, the trifecta ostensibly in charge of the whole operation. Anyone else should count themselves lucky to ever see one, much less up close. And to find one here, in a phage that normally houses naught but hyper-aggressive genome re-sequencers? This is on ordinary disease. No run of the mill infection. It's almost as if it has a will of its own. Your own. Your red eye pulses as you draw ever closer to living star in front of you, glows stronger as you pull it in. You feel your organelles shift to accommodate the power and a mad, cackling laughter takes hold in your head. Bwa Ha Ha! +1 mana get You close your eye, and then open it, then open it again. Oh what a fool you have been, how low your weakness has brought you, to the very edges of sanity, where naught but instinct has allowed you to persist. How could you forget, how could you ever forget your nature, purpose and will? You are no soldier living and dying at the whims of some body. You are your own and no one else's, though starved and ravaged and ever so close to death. This is all your doing. This disease you are fighting, by your own design. The unnatural ferocity, all part of your masterful plan. A two pronged, unstoppable magical assault. There is only one, tiny problem. You appear to have switched sides. Well, two problems, if you count the fact that you are now completely surrounded by your own, bloodthirsty hubris. You don't even need to look out of your little chamber of repose to know what is happening outside. You hear it all too well. Ichorshed in the extreme as your former and current minions slaughter eachother enmasse, Katie killing dozens with each swing and stomp and frightful roar, the steady staccato of bloodplasma struggling to keep up the killcount, your very own team of soldiers not to be outdone in the presence of their Overlord. All around them the screams of the dying, the living, the teeming mass of necrotic tissue raised and molded and sent into the breach with one goal only: infect. That old bat really poured its heart into this.  "ɪʀᴏɴʏ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴɪɴɢ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ." You raise your hand in protest, open your mouth to curse, but stop yourself. Whatever you could throw at him, he's heard it all before. "I'm not dead yet." you manage. Hoping the truth hurts far more. He remains, as always, expressionless. ~ You are completely surrounded. Your allies? are or will soon be dead. You face an army of your own making, backed by magic, growing stronger with each cell consumed. A mystical infection days in the making. Behind you, an immune system out in force to defend itself against intruders. With the resources of an entire human body up against the remains of a bat, however enchanted. ~ Mana, Size and Sanity As a being of almost pure (if evil-tinted) magic, mana is necessary to not only to ensure your inevitable victory, but (as you just recently found out) for you to maintain your sanity as well. For a will as vast as yours, with the powers you usually command, mana is counted not in individual thaums, but rather at the rate of which you can collect, store and convert it to your whims. Without such a flow, you swiftly lose your attachment to your Immortal Self, falling back into whatever natural state you incarnate in at the time. Hence, you conclude, your brief confused sojourn as a white blood cell. It would also explain why you are having such a hard time remembering past lives, beyond glimpses of terror as is appropriate. A single thaum, such as what you have now, could not support even the most basic of cantrips. At your usual scale. At the cellular level it is actually quiet powerful. Especially since your reach and accuracy is also, at the moment, cellular. You could affect great change to living things nearby such as imbuing them with a boon or enchanting their natural weapons, wounding them or healing them. The greater the change, the less living things thus affected. The greater the size than yours, the fewer can be affected. The reverse is also true. You could raise a nearby corpse, within two size increments, to usefulness, bound to you until redeath. Or two within one increment, or four of the same, etc. Essentially, as above. You could wreck destruction over a small area at range, or a large one nearby. You could summon a temporary ally within one size increment of yourself, to fight for you for a short time. The greater the change you impose upon the world, the more mana, time or other valuable resources the spell will cost you. As you only have one single thaum at the moment, this essentially means Big Changes will take More Time. The increments you have witnessed so far are these: Small (Anklebiters) Medium (Yourself, fellow White Blood Troopers) Large (Katie) Huge (The magiced-up-'pod Katie just fought, a Phage in truth) ~ 1: You could for example... A: Use your mana to revive the Phage and lead the assault on.. (vote 2) B: Use your mana on Katie to supercharge her, leading the assault on.. (vote 2) C: Use your mana on Katie to heal her, leading the assault on.. (vote 2) D: Use your mana on yourself to heal yourself and keep your wits about you, for a time. Then, lead the assault on.. (vote 2) E: Use your mana to raise a bunch of anklebiters to act as cannonfodder as you... (vote 2) F: Something else? Make-your-own-magic goes here! 2: Where too now? G: Right here! You are still surrounded! (Side with The Body) H: To the front-line! You will soon have your former friends at your mercy! (Side with the Infection) I: To the nearest puncture! (Side with The Body) J: To the nearest puncture! (Side with the Infection!) K: Somewhere else? (Side with The Body) L: Somewhere else? (Side with The Infection!)
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So the bat we sickened finally bit a human, but when we came back to consciousness, we had inadvertently switched sides? This isn't our fight. 1.D No point in wasting mana on expendables 2.K Extract ourselves, and head for the brain. See if we can't get a better picture of things, work our way into the command and control loop. Cobalt-60 fucked around with this message at 03:39 on May 25, 2021 |
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To be clear, can we convince KT to fight against the immune system? Actually, heck, can we do an AIDS thing and hide ourselves from the immune system as we slowly subvert it? Honestly I would be most stoked if we could use the infection to control the host, as with the bat. Volmarias fucked around with this message at 19:00 on May 24, 2021 |
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May 24, 2021 18:58
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F, L We know who we are now, it's time to remember what our goal is - to take over this body using the virus. Fighting on the frontlines is for peons, not Dark Lords. We should use our disguise to find a vulnerable part of the body and sabotage it so our Virus can advance faster. Something safe for us to target, but that will gently caress with the front lines. Maybe mess with supply lines by screwing with orders, or set a bomb in a supply dump. What we don't want to do now is mess with NERVE HQ, it will be too well defended at this point. Alternately, we could try and sneak some anklebiters out of the combat zone and release them elsewhere in the body. Maybe have Katie shove a few of them inside the phage, then we drag the phage corpse away "for research to help win the war", allowing us to set up a second front on the war.
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D I malbogio fucked around with this message at 17:41 on Jun 6, 2021 |
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