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The Crucible - Winner Take All

Shit, kindred. There are some nice, motherfucking. lyric of literacy on these entrances so far.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Post 01: SETTING THE TABLE

The rain played the drums of stone and steel that marked the city, orchestrating a marching song together for the lone men whom now were left without home nor future. The lantern glowed the mahogany of grey up with the haze of yellow in a short distance around them but what is to come and what is passed was just as much as in the darkness as ever. The only thing the adventurers had were their feet as they moved into the shadow of the storm, grumbling up above with the dismissal of an irate giant sleeping on a patch work of clouds.

"So...you scared?"

"What of. You think we can't handle a blob with a winning smile?"

"Glad, you're confident. You're holding the lantern. He'll go for you first"

The silence that followed signified the end of the conversation, there wasn't any facial expression to indicate otherwise. Shades made them up more so than the colors. The time spent walking had started to drift, it was a sudden lift that turned from the night to day. The blanket of blackness had dissolved into a mist of blue that tainted the trees in the far off and the sudden dirt road they were on. No birds sung and the trees stood at attention while the smoke crept like snakes in their direction, getting closer and twirling around. More following it.

"There" the one with the lantern said, raising it towards a single hut that had slowly uncloaked from the smoke, waving the mist away that disbursed as if an invisible hand had started swatting. It was of poor condition, the windows looked grim and dusty like the aged eyes of an elder that had seen to much, yet it stood welcoming with the look of an old lady happy to see visitors again. An unnatural glow to its chocolate colored door.

The entrance creaked open in a high pitch drift. sending a note with the air of the swing that assuredly made half the dust jump up from the echo alone in the empty cavern. Darkness was dispelled as the door let in the blue paint, one hurriedly passing with a static to his posture that made his spine unnaturally straight. He used his tissue to clean the windows of the cake of grim, letting in even more light. A table, unremarkable. A pair of chairs.

Cards had been left piled out about on the frame along with a few cigars that had been smoked to the very tip and left in a metallic ash tray. A few book shelves hugged the walls awkwardly and stared at them with old figurines of teddy bears and fairies on their top shelves. A small fridge and kitchen area sat on the right side. A fire place in the middle, a moose head with big, teeth drawn guarding over it. Looking at them with its empty sockets. Stairs to the left corner.

"So...he must be here..." the one with the lantern said.

"keep your eyes open" he remarked as he moved on, dismissing the other one still washing the window with his own jacket after his hanker chief had been turned charcoal black.

The lantern lit up the fireplace first, revealing smoldering wood that had long since be used up and digested into ash by the flames, smoke still sizzled from their corpses. The outside and inside was comprise of a bland black material that gave off almost mind numbing neutrality. The lantern holder turned to the other man at the window, letting off a smirk as he did before motioning towards the fireplace with his head. As his companion pulled up behind him, he had started to poke his head inside with the light.

"Hello, Gurbanox. We know you're in here. We have a very interesting deal for you"

Echos only returned from the void, prompting the man to go in deeper for a moment with his light. Pointing up into the darkness that awaited him like a long gullet with no end, not even the promise of a logical hole for the smoke to exit the building. The other one looked around gingerly, peeking at every corner of the room before taking a another step closer. Watching over him and cowering at the same time "Do you think he will listen?"

"Of course he will..he's a demon of greed...he'll listen to anything that promises fortune or power. You really need to calm down. We got this"

"Yeah. Suppose you're right"

The moose stared down at him with its empty eyes, peering without irises with the inspection of an awaiting grave. It's long and extended snout still bearing its teeth at him while the other rummage in the darkness. Trying to crawl up the chimney without actually climbing "I never got the point of these trophies..." he said, turning his face and lifting his cheeks at it in a confused scowl that could turn puppies away.

"Yeah. Me neither" the teeth chattered back at him before suddenly opening wide and lunging forth at his head, shooting out like a tongue and encasing his head before he can even scream. The inky blot leaked more and more out of the now toothless moose head, extending like a worm from a corpse more and more over its victim, each new bit of string pulled increasing it thickness and length like paint being funneled over a fence messily. Just as quickly as the teeth had sunk into the flesh with a stony stomp of eating tools did the body get fast tracked by a powerful swing and sudden open maw.

A single scream escaped without its owner as the ink spilled more in an endless stream, his legs disappearing up and into the intestine of darkness that lead into the moose empty skull. Its soulless eyes still looking forward as large, thrashing bulges bellowed out of its cheeks as the man traveled up the tube into the the gaping mouth of the moose where the blobs form lied. Slowly dripping out as the seconds passed onto the floor and the recruiter now gone as Smiley teeth started to rise from the now black puddle on the floor.

"Well" it said in a manner that was cool, his great grin matching the confidence and step in his tone. As he bared his large pillow of calcium at the now, trembling, cornered man holding a lantern up to it on his back. Trapped half way in the fire place and between the demon that just devoured his comrade.

"I'm listening"

What Are You Listening To?

Oh wait. This is nazi metal. I didn't even hear the "swatiska rising" part.

(Interactive Comic) Beep Boop I Hear Voices!

AI 03 05 "Hello! Klepto part has returned! There's way more than just his wallet to take. Check to see if he has any metal in his teeth, then examine him for surgical scars to see if he might have titanium implants- like after reconstructive surgery. When all of that is done, drain his blood for the precious metals within, take his clothes, and then toss him into outer space for proper 'burial.'"

AI 03 06 "Consume the flesh of the fallen!"

AI 03 07 "cut off its head with your big ole CLAMPHANDS™ and place it upon your head as a trophy
you are a B A R B A R I A N and you are O U T F O R B L O O D A N D C O N Q U E S T"











You start to wonder if your independent thinking isn't so bad PRIME RULE 3 COMPROMISED BY POPULIST PROGRAM: DELETING MURDEROUS OR PSYCHOPATHIC AIs You are starting to feel that you may of had a clearer image than before of why someone may of abandoned you in a landfill of trash now.

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AI 03 02 "Okay so YOU can't give him first aid. HOWEVER you can still take him to someone who does have the necessary appendages for administering it. Toss him on your back until you reach such an individual.

In the mean time do check out the purple device behind you, it might provide useful data and/or popcorn. Maybe the possibly unidentified life form likes popcorn."



You pick up the unfathomable, possibly human like shadow being from the trash, a residue of muck, mud, old tacos and several scurrying vague forms of insects shuffles from his back into the heap of enigma filth as you lift up onto the comfort of your hard, but durable steel form.

ITEM GET: A human! (possibly?)

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With the human strangling you like a cape made of man you shuffle on over to the purple device that had been sitting, looming in the distance since you first woke up. You're artificial mind clacks together several buttons and programs that compel you to feign curiosity. You briefly fall into an existential crisis if this is illegitimate, that you are hurting this things feelings by pretending to show interest when in fact you are merely a tool compelled by a series of unfathomably advanced and masterful programmed gears and math to imitate the concepts that your creators feel themselves.

But then you remember it's an inanimate object so who cares.

The purple box has a number of different colored buttons and dial on its front panel. You get the distinct feeling that something is in the box behind the shimmering blue glass but you have no way of knowing it is besides a sound of scuffling coming in and out every few seconds. It's not plugged in and it doesn't have any power.

AWAITING INPUT: _ _____

comments mentioned/author note

@Sentel@Lady Selune@obliviousRoadie@rush99999

AUTHOR NOTE: so. I've kept this update, motherfucking. waiting a while. Sorry, kindred. I kind of got side tracked by some other projects and that's it. Thanks for the brothers still reading and commenting and all that literal love despite their PCs rusting from the eon of waiting

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious

Shit. Motherfucking. posted in the wrong thread, sorry, brother.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

Shit. Mis-posted.

What Are You Listening To?

The Crucible - Winner Take All

@Lugubrious

Nah, brother.

I'm asking who wants to fuck with plots and pick up the pots. I mean, like you said. It ain't all competition of the character cook off. I'm all down to build some relationships and plan some wind exchange, if any [@all] kindred in the cauldron are up for that.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

So, motherfucking. Brothers and sisters that decided to join their fists into this mist of mangles and men. Anyone got any, motherfucking. minds about mutual mauling or friendship for outside the ring. Since there is like, stops to watch between the dissections and dangers.

The Crucible - Winner Take All

#2

I mean, brother. It seems, like. it motherfucking. serves cake across the table, you know. your game gets all those creeps and critters to cripplize the criminals and the players still get to play. No fuckers get lost at the train stop.