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648646 No. 648646 ID: a2b630

On the date of August 18th, of various, absolutely disconnected years, and of various, absolutely disconnected backgrounds and places, eight people died. It isn't known why these folks died on that day, or what played into their various sacrifices. Nothing is certain.

But a great and terrible power has grown, laying the blanket of death over the land of the living, while the dead have found themselves abruptly awoken. Now, on this date, in the year 3030, that strange power has reached a head.

Today, the undead will rise en masse in eight important locations. These eight individuals are each buried at these locations, separate, and seemingly unrelated. For your convenience, their tombs have been projected here.

You may choose your tomb to vacate. You will be given a chance to inspect this tomb before making your choice.

Now choose.

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No. 648647 ID: bd8b82

i like top.
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No. 648649 ID: defceb

Blindpicking top
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No. 648650 ID: 2a7417

Examine northeast grave.
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No. 648652 ID: 9297f4

Hopefully the top one has cookies.
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No. 648653 ID: ba5800

South, because things will go south.
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No. 648655 ID: a2b630
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648655

>I like the top
>Blindpicking top
>Hopefully the top one has cookies


Top has been selected first.

Died August 18th, 1917, found in his home in Chicago, IL, dead in his tub and disemboweled. Scene was ruled as successful suicide by morticians due to circumstantial evidence, including the tools near him and the absence of his anti-depressive medication, as well as past witness accounts. Buried in unmarked grave outside of the city. No funeral attendances.

The tomb already appears to have been opened. The body is nowhere to be found. No legal rights to exhume the corpse have been given. The tomb itself is plain and cozy, lined with dark cotton cushioning and made of Birch. Supposedly made by a family friend.

Choose this tomb |Y| or go back to selection |N| ?

Y/N

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No. 648657 ID: ab7529

Could we just go clockwise around and see all our options?
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No. 648670 ID: c3514b

N.
Let's see the rest of our options.
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No. 648671 ID: e114bc

>>648655
I don't want the loner. N.

Try the southwest one.
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No. 648676 ID: b9cef6

Yeah, might as well just show us everything.
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No. 648677 ID: 3e3f6d

>>648657
Yeah, why not just lay out all our choices in one post?
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No. 648681 ID: a2b630

>Let's see the rest of our options


The upper right tomb is broken into three pieces, as if two great objects fell unto it and tore it in. Died in Rome, Italy, August 18th, 64 AD, looked to have been cooked alive and flayed. Was served with his own stuffed organs, without anyone being the wiser as to what the meat was. Buried in an ivory tomb, well made, but simpler than others. Though of many friends, none missed their passing. Buried in Rome, Italy, unmarked grave.

The rightward tomb is broken into three, shattered by a great weight falling upon it at a core point. Presumably may be due to a tomb cave-in. Died in Madrid, Spain, 1550, by force of shot to the head. According to accounts, she was once a slave, taken from a distant kingdom in her youth by a retiring conqueror. Oddly enough, she died attempting to defend him from his abusive spouse. Most of her crown and forehead are missing altogether. The tomb looked to have been home carved, perhaps by the others. Her burial grounds are unmarked and unknown.

The downward right tomb is of rough marble, that which robbers have continually tried to unseal to no avail. The damages are presumably results of cave collapse and angry robber tantrums. Dead on August 18th, 1000, looked to die by a stab to the back. Their race and history are unknown, as their skeleton is squat and short, and made unlike humans. Buried in Krakatoa.

The bottom tomb matches the lowermost left and the farthest left, all three holding alike skeletons and showing alike tombs. Their deaths are undated, but judging by the stench, and the condition of those who ever found them, they seemed to have died of plagues, all three. All three tombs are made of solid silver. The farthest left is buried in Madrid, Spain, the lowermost left is buried in Berlin, and the bottom is buried on the moon.

And the uppermost left is in the least favorable condition. It looks to be made of simple chestnut wood, has been broken through, and the items the corpse was buried with have all been taken. The corpse is almost no bigger than the other small skeleton, but is far less bulky, and looks far more human. Dead August 18th, 1348, shockingly, the corpse does not look to have died by Black Plague, as others in the Paris, France area did. Cause of death is unknown. Died at only 10. Burial ground is also unknown and unmarked.

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No. 648682 ID: 9297f4

Upper left.
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No. 648685 ID: ab7529

First choice would be the rightmost. Second choice would be the uppermost left.
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No. 648689 ID: 0fc976

1st choice: Roman.
2nd: Spanish slave.
3rd: MOON ZOMBIE!
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No. 648693 ID: d3be40

1. Right Coffin
2. Left Coffin
3. Center Coffin (shot in the dark for the heck of it)
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No. 648702 ID: a2b630
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648702

The Center Coffin has been unlocked.

Of moldy wood and rotting, barnacle-encrusted iron, of chains and rings and hoops restraint around it, whatever was locked into this coffin clearly was never meant to get out. Death and age at death were unknown, nor is what is inside known, but the body hasn't been moved since falling to the sea millions upon millions of years ago. Though the coffin has been locked for the longest time, a key will not be required to open it.

The Center Coffin has been added to your list of choices. So far, the votes are tallied.

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No. 648703 ID: b5b419

>>648702
Center.
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No. 648704 ID: 9297f4

Center all the way. Hopefully it's some eldritch shit.
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No. 648705 ID: ab7529

Not changing my vote, but I'm sure we can see which way this is going.
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No. 648706 ID: 02d9ae

Center!
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No. 648707 ID: b9cef6

Choice one: THE MOOOOON.
Choice two: Center.
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No. 648750 ID: 330ce5

Center.
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No. 648751 ID: af9f20

Center
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No. 648758 ID: a2b630

The largest amount of votes side with the Center Coffin.

Be warned. You only choose one coffin above all. The others will be left to their own devices. If you wish to change the story of another for better, instead of leaving them to free will, or evil, or a modern world unprepared, you still can make the choice.

Keep in mind. The other coffins may post problems or benefits later.

Is this your final choice?

Y/N

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No. 648760 ID: 330ce5

Yeah, let are choice be final.
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No. 648773 ID: ba5800

Eh, why not.
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No. 648774 ID: af9f20

Yes
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No. 648781 ID: d3be40

Let's do this
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No. 648782 ID: ba5800

LEEEEROY JENKINS
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No. 648792 ID: 9297f4

FULL POWER.
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No. 648828 ID: a2b630
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648828

So it is chosen, so it shall be. The Centerfold Soul will be your Charge.

Your quest will begin shortly when technical difficulties are resolved. Updates will be slow. It may rely mostly on text, if things get too difficult.

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No. 649075 ID: a2b630
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649075

Captain's Log, August 18th, 3030.

Earth hasn't outshined our expectations since we've arrived, but I'm certainly not disappointed by it. The landscapes are stunning, the sunrise and sunset make for flawless cards, their cities are magnanimous and great...

The water is lovely to work with. The oceans here are surprisingly calm, but that might've been the doing of the homo-sapiens. Though, there's rarely a place on the water where you don't spy the spires on the shores, anymore, the supposed location of our query is one of the few.

Those are hardly my issues with it. If there are issue at all. The only issues I have are these.

I cannot sleep well.

When I do sleep, I am plagued by strange imagery, and unsettling chills, especially out on the water.

And the homo-sapiens frighten me.

Perhaps not so much as the water, or what I am looking for here, but they frighten me.

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No. 649077 ID: 2a7417

>>649075
Drain the planet of its water then, and take it to a more relaxing work environment. With such a high salt content, most of it is useless to homo sapiens anyway.
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No. 649078 ID: 9b2cf5

So what's wrong with the homo Sapiens?
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No. 649079 ID: 4f5d1d

>>649075
Examine narrator, are we an AI captain or an alien captain?
What is the purpose of the trip, what are we looking for?
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No. 650687 ID: a2b630
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650687

>Examine narrator

Examining myself, this is abnormal for me.

As a Artificial Intelligence, Artemis Class, I shouldn't be suffering these images. I always dream strangely, of mixed imagery and swirling shapes and endless electric sheep. Yet these visions haunt me in stark clarity. I am unsettled. And stranger still, my crew does not suffer similarly.

Certainly, unsettling feelings and raised fear, raised anger, have grown, but none of them have told me of dreams. It was my dream they followed. Only mine.


>So what's wrong with the homo Sapiens?

The Homo-Sapiens themselves usually aren't much of an issue, from what I gather. Yet another anomaly. When kept docile, their demeanor is no less than flawlessly amicable, charitable almost to a point, even promiscuous. They're open to trade, open to negotiate - despite varying opposition of views from specific points, be they emotional or sexual - and extremely welcoming of extra-terrestrial life in most major cities. Most forms of benevolent alien life are welcomed with open arms and autograph papers.

Typically, the only problems we've had in the past is either of military and/or political misunderstanding, or a case of distrust and fearmongering from other figures. Roswell is a good example.

No surprise, really. Every sentient civilization deals with an ' aliens from outer space are gonna kill us all ' phase at one turn of the century or another. One can find records of those even in public library.

The issue still standing is that with our arrival, I have found them to not be on one of these... ' good moods ', so to speak. The current events, whether speculated or real, hold a grain of truth somewhere classified, somewhere unspecified to public eye, which has led to them growing increasingly apprehensive, if not almost aggressive. Especially around artificials, such as myself. Investigations may have led them to believe such extra-terrestrial life is responsible for their issues with the dead, but one cannot help thinking it hurtful to assume all those who come are connected.

The time of distrust is at an all-time high. Inspections at every port. Ships get stopped mid-flight. People get arrested, or in some places, killed. At this point, it's almost logical to assume they've only held such a high fear of outsiders when in comparison to those they once considered terrorists.

Which we are not. We are but scavengers. Looters and hunters of all things old and valuable in the name of science. As they've grown up and developed, however, it's left less to discover. Less to appraise. One would find more currency value bringing them criminals than rare artifacts now, if any are left.

Yet, my dreams haunt me. Something is here, deep beneath the frothing mouths of the aquatic canine. These visions have led us to a very particular stretch of water, according to the locals. One that once, if such word is to be held seriously, used to have near supernatural value.

South of New Atlantis and the Atlantic waters around, we now sail unto the waters still known by old name to many.

Albeit a queer name, The Bermuda Triangle, for certain, is our destination. The center is most logical to avoid ' seeing the spires ', I would assume. Even as we breached the border of this area, the world began to feel smaller. It may be that the old legends around this place have led to my paranoid dreams, but having had them before arriving...


There is a ringing tone at the door.
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No. 650722 ID: 0fc976

Shoot the door.
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