Silly Zealot 2024/05/11(Sat)12:33 No. 1090733 ID: b2fb15
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>One fork three knives? He must like eating species too! Offer an ear and half the aliens you plan to eat to get him to swap sides.

You consider doing this but then realize he can just have [i]both[/s] your ears and the rest of you too, if he stays fighting 5 against 1.
Well, it might be 5 against 2, but that pet you picked earlier is likely playing dead again.


You put your arm in front of you defensively and the little gremlin land squarely on it as he begins to slice and stab madly at you with all four arms. In just two seconds flat, the damn bug guy has sunk his blades and cutlery around 12 times into your body.

Your uniform and the coat you politely borrowed earlier absorb some of the damage, but most of them stabs draw at least some blood. The kicker being when the guy’s cleaver pierces deep into the top of your head, sending crimson flying forwards and running down your brow. Fortunately, he doesn’t manage to pull it back out instantly, giving precious moments to retaliate before he screws your skull any worse.


>Nerd is down. He better not keep his brain meats in his head.

He very well better do! You did not spend the better part a day rummaging rubble and carrying live ordinance for no pay!

Also, crossing aliens off the list isn’t as fun if you didn’t croak them yourself.


>Grab him, swing him around you and launch him at the pomi.

>FLING FLING FLING

Done and Done.

Silly Zealot 2024/05/11(Sat)12:34 No. 1090734 ID: b2fb15
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You lift your free hand and full grab him by his lower half, after which you spin full circle and fling right back at his lizardly boss.


“Your nose is shooort!” you yell as you let him fly.

As he soars through the air, you see him using his upper arms to covering his snout self-consciously. Guess it really was that important to him.

Silly Zealot 2024/05/11(Sat)12:35 No. 1090735 ID: b2fb15
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Strike!


Well, not quite. But the little pomi guy gets hit square in the chest by your impromptu projectile, sending them both falling backwards onto ground, to the shock of his two belenosian gorillas. Cutlery flies everywhere. Hopefully one of them left a nasty mark on the bandit boss before he gets back up and decides you are literally worth a shot of his energy gun.

Silly Zealot 2024/05/11(Sat)12:38 No. 1090737 ID: b2fb15
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“Right, my turn,” The belenosian with the pipe says.

“Let me just shoot her already!” says the one with the gun.

“Naw, I can do better than just put a hole in her skull. ‘sides, I wanna test this baby out.”


Man, these guys are really cocky. They actually keep sending one guy at a time. And with a fricking lead pipe, of all things. Hurt and losing eyesight as you are, you still can believe they are that dumb.

Silly Zealot 2024/05/11(Sat)12:38 No. 1090738 ID: b2fb15
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*WHIIIRR* *WHIIIRR*


Curse this dastardly space future we live in.

I mean present.

What now?

Being a neumono, this weapon is less of a threat to you than he might think. Just punt it right out of his hands. A little pain will be worth seeing the look on his face.

"Curse this dastardly space future we live in." Heheueuhehoohoo

Got anything that could tangle up the blades? Anything especially fibrous; any e.g. dead bodies with long hair around, or cables (structural or data) lying discarded? If not, I guess the main goal is to get control of the weapon, ideally without getting the cutty bits applied to us.

Wow. This moron has forgotten several important facts. Namely:

-Circular saws are horrible melee weapons. They are made for cutting *wood*. They jam easily, they get dislodged easily, they require a slow press motion to saw things, most motors people use for making them run have inherent safety features that are designed to minimize injury, especially if cloth gets tangled in them, or something jams the belt, or etc. etc. Now, there ARE designs for robust circular saw weapons useful in melee fights (mostly in rules heavy robot vs robot sports which ban cloth armor), but this design, blatantly, is NOT one of those!

-You don't bring overly complex, gimmicky weapons to a real fight. They don't work well, they break easily, they're unwieldy as fuck.

-You ESPECIALLY don't bring poorly designed motorized fake melee 'weapons' to a fight with a NEUMONO! The correct way to fight a Neumono in melee if one MUST do so, is to bring a BUNCH of people with some sort of traditional, robust, HEFTY POLEARMS, and to attack the Neumono all at once!

Show them the error of their ways!

Silly Zealot 2024/05/26(Sun)11:55 No. 1091821 ID: 3e5b92
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>Being a neumono, this weapon is less of a threat to you than he might think. Just punt it right out of his hands. A little pain will be worth seeing the look on his face.

THIS IS NOT A LITTLE PAAAAAAAIN!

Silly Zealot 2024/05/26(Sun)11:57 No. 1091824 ID: 3e5b92
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>Got anything that could tangle up the blades? Anything especially fibrous; any e.g. dead bodies with long hair around, or cables (structural or data) lying discarded?

Shit, you could have asked that earlier.

You grab a piece of detritus and hit the cowboy hard on the head.

You swing the block of concrete rock to knock the fuck until he’s clocked. As he lies on the ground in a dazed you quickly make for his swiss army pipe thingy.

Silly Zealot 2024/05/26(Sun)12:00 No. 1091825 ID: 3e5b92
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>One shouldn’t waste time on gimmicky weapons.

Ahahahaha! Yes! Your right foot is ruined, you are half-blind and you probably have a concussion, but you finally got a weapon! Even if one of the blades doesn’t seem to be spinning so much as twitching anymore.

Three of your assailants are now bruised or worse and on the ground, and sure one of them still has a handgun, but you are neumono, and a soldier one at that. A couple lead stings shouldn’t be that much of a problem for you.


>Show them the error of their ways!

Hell yeah, ‘bout time my neurosis spoke some sense!

Silly Zealot 2024/05/26(Sun)12:01 No. 1091826 ID: 3e5b92
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Suddenly a very long lasso falls on you from behind and wraps you tightly in its coils.

No, not a lasso. A tail! So that’s where that little twerp went, the sneaky bastard!

“Hold her still, I wanna get a clear shot,” the belenosian with the handgun says.


Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You were prepared to take a couple potshots while sprinting at her (by jumping on one foot if necessary. You were pretty good at three-legged and potato sack races back in the Rokoa Army barracks), you were not expecting her to get the chance to aim, and there is only so much trauma your noggin can take before it’s lights out.

You are still holding the gimmicky power tool on your left novelty glove of a hand, but it is hard to maneuver, and you can’t reach the stuff on your satchel, not as you are anyway.

You’ve only got seconds to react. What do you do?

Cut the tail.

He may have restricted your arms, but I doubt he can prevent you running, not at that distance. You could run towards someone, or tackle the tail owner, or fall on the blade to cut the tail.

Fall down on the guy you disarmed, teeth to his throat. If she starts shooting her sibling is gonna be down a neck.

Should still be close enough to saw the tail. Plus unlike a rope tails feel pain so...

>>1091826
Ah man, I hope our noodle doodle is okay.

Silly Zealot 2024/06/27(Thu)19:58 No. 1093524 ID: ef62c1
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>Cut the tail!

With your arm bound, but your hand being otherwise free, you quickly maneuver the part of the buzzaw pipe that still works properly so that it touches the tail and feel with your fingers for the “ON” button.

Silly Zealot 2024/06/27(Thu)19:59 No. 1093525 ID: ef62c1
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…mmmmAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

Silly Zealot 2024/06/27(Thu)20:01 No. 1093526 ID: ef62c1
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(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)


Success!

As a piece of the miklik’s tail falls to the ground and the rest of it pulls away, you rush to the side of the stunned belenosian, lifting his face towards his twin/girlfriend/whatever as you put his own weapon to his neck.

-“Too slow, missy!”- you say with a broad, wry smile,-“You better put the gun down or Tweedle-Dumb here gets it!”

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)

-“Karl!”- the other belenosian yells out, her gun pointed straight at your forehead for a few tense moments before finally relenting,- “Fuck! Fuck! Fine, I’m lowering it down! You let him go and we leave, but don’t you try anything or I’ll blow your gourd off!”

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)

Silly Zealot 2024/06/27(Thu)20:03 No. 1093527 ID: ef62c1
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Your grin widens for a second as the gun belebitch takes a few steps back, before you notice a glow rising up behind her as a small figure steps forward.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)

-“Right. ‘nough fooling around. I’m finishing this.”

Silly Zealot 2024/06/27(Thu)20:04 No. 1093528 ID: ef62c1
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CLUNK!


(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)

Silly Zealot 2024/06/27(Thu)20:06 No. 1093529 ID: ef62c1
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-*Pant* *Pant* “Give them what for, Miss Roco.”

Your boss’ still conscious! And he crushed that tiny pomi with his portable rocket! The damn snake-crab can actually do something!
Even your new patatooz pet is trying to help by making threatening gestures and stuff. Go team!


(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)


Seems this fight is pretty much done. Now what should we do with these scavenger thugs?

>Accept their surrender and let them leave.

>Dupe into getting closer to eat them.

>Make further demands in exchange for your hostage.

>Apologize profusely for harming them and killing their leader (yeah, right).

>Other (write in)

>>1093529
>further demands
Well, first they all have to ditch their weapons, and drop any objects of value. THEN you'll release the hostage and let them leave.

>>1093534
Yes yes, off they go. Once they're a ways away he can go too, and you'll be taking her gun so they don't follow.

Accept their surrender and then eat them!

They threatened your potential future profits! Lure them in and eat them. You can keep their gear afterwords too!

Silly Zealot 2024/07/29(Mon)15:39 No. 1094935 ID: a7c2ff
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>Make further demands

“Alright, I’m letting him go, but holster that gun. I ain’t dropping the saw until you holster it!

The belenosian doesn’t move, glaring daggers and threatening bullets at you, her pistol still leveled at your head.

“I ain’t kidding!”- You say, lifting your captive’s head further between you and your opponent and drawing the pipe closer, enough for its blades to touch the bovine’s neck fur.

“Just do it, Jeryl,” He helpfully grumbles, defeated.

“Tch, damn it!” The one with the gun says a second later, grimacing as she finally puts the gun back in its holster.

You put the pipe-buzzaw away and release your grip on your hostage, shoving him forward.

“´Kay, come get him.” You say, taking a small step back and then sitting on your back, repressing a yelp from laying your weight on your now bifurcated foot. The pain is making you dizzy, but you manage to push through it a moment and focus on the last scavenger. That green sonuvabitch.

“Oi! Skitters! Got some bandages in my bag. Help me clean and tie this thing up, will ya?” you yell, pointing at your foot.

The stab-happy arkot looks at the shredded mess like he just swallowed a sect queen, hesitating for a moment before turning his head towards “Jeryl”.

“..Yeah, do it.” The belenosian chick motions with her head as she reaches her downed companion.

As Skitters makes good on his name towards you, you scuttle forward until you are side by side with the wounded belenosian.


>Lure them closer, and then

-“Come on, Karl. Up,” Jeryl says once she reaches the two of you.

-“Yeah. Sorry, sis,” her male counterpart says, his tone a mix of annoyance and embarrassment.

-“We.. we’ll worry about it later. Let’s pick our shit and get outta here.”

Silly Zealot 2024/07/29(Mon)15:40 No. 1094936 ID: a7c2ff
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“Wah-!!!”

>EAT

Silly Zealot 2024/07/29(Mon)15:43 No. 1094938 ID: a7c2ff
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(No! Don’t let her-!)

(*Thump* *Thump* Crack*)


-*Sniffle* *Sniffle*


(Fuck! Get her off-! *Thump*)

(*Crack* *Crunch*)


-*Sob* Hee.. *Sniffle* Hu..*Sob*

(Jeryl! No! No! )

(*Blam* *Blam* *Clack* *WHAM*)


-*Sniffle* Hu… hu… *Sob*


(EEEEEEE-! *Crunch*)

(*Crunch* *Crack* *Crunch* *Crack* *Munch* *Munch* *Crunch*)


-*Sniffle* Hubba..Hubba *Sniffle*


(*Burp* *Munch* *Crunch* *Munch*)

(*Step* *Squish* *Step* *Squish* *Step*)


-Hubba, Hubba.. *Sob*


*CLAP*

-Huh?

Silly Zealot 2024/07/29(Mon)15:46 No. 1094941 ID: a7c2ff
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You have gained 20 Dark CAI Points.


Adding the 5 from that one bozo you snacked on earlier, you are well on your way to become the most wicked asshole this side of the galactic core. Or, well, the neighbourhood. Even before the war, this wasn’t the nicest planet.

The good news is, you made some nice progress on your list, and you are probably a bad enough dudette that to unlock a CAI that throws poisoned darts or something. Not half bad for day one of your journey!
Now, where were we?

Oh, yeah, the nerd!

Silly Zealot 2024/07/29(Mon)15:50 No. 1094942 ID: a7c2ff
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-“Hey, Boss! Boss! Are you alright? Can you stand? Does your CAI rocket have a medkit? Does it have my paycheck?”

-“*Wheeze* Assistant Roco.. *gasp* Take me to a hospital.”

-“We can’t go to the hospital, I’m covered in blood!”

-“Please.. *wheeze* They’ll understand…. Self-defense…”

-“I.. don’t know how to fly your rocket.”

-“Voice commands.. *wheeze* It can follow voice commands.”

-“…Can it take us to your lab instead.”

-“Not.. good equipment.. *wheeze* there… *wheeze* hospital better… *wheeze* Miss Roco, please.”

Crap, crap. This isn’t fair. You were just about to make some dosh tonight! What do you do now?


On the one hand, people are not going to appreciate a neumono covered in other people’s blood, and especially not a Rokoa soldier clone covered in other people’s blood. Even walking up to a hospital I good faith, with a wounded citizen in your arms, there’s no way the receptionist won’t call law enforcement as soon as walk in, not to mention you are still wearing the coat you firmly asked from that hobo earlier. It will take all your wit and communication skills to convince the PMCs you are actually a deserter (you are) and you mean the people here no harm (if they pay and aren’t on the culinary list).

On the other hand, you just take Sassy (that was his name right?) back to his lab and try healing him there, but he won’t appreciate you disobeying him and there is a chance he may not pull through without an actual doctor’s care.

On the other other hand, both those choices mean leaving some of the junk you scavenged behind, which means way less pay. Sussy only has to bullet wounds with no exit point, and you were the one carryng most of the stuff anyway. Surely he can bear to walk to walk for a few more hours, right? Surely your foot can take it, right?


What do you do?

>Go to a hospital (lose some scavenged items; face social interactions with angry police force)

>Go to Suss Suss’ lab. (Lose some scavenged items; Small chance of Suss Suss dying and sidequest failure)

>Make Suss Suss walk to the lab. (Retain all scavenged items; High chance of Suss Suss dying and sidequest failure)

>Mercy eat Suss Suss. (You will fail his sidequest; Gain Light CAI Points?)

>Mercilessly eat Suss Suss. (You will fail his quest and gain Dark CAI Points)

>Other. (Write in)


...Oh, and Would eating the pomi count off the list, if someone else already killed it?

Hmm. Can we strap him to the rocket and tell it to take him to a hospital?

Eh, wasn't great junk anyway. Take him to the hospital using your little pato as a distraction. What bloodthirsty soldier would be carrying around a cute pet?

Silly Zealot 2024/08/14(Wed)04:30 No. 1095829 ID: 171efe
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>Send Suss Suss alone.

>Bring your little pato along.


With some effort and a lot of pedal pain you pull up your wormy employer up and on top of his nifty, if simple-looking rocket. After lifting such bulk, grabbing the tiny green patatooz and placing it on top of the rocket is a mere afterthought.
As you do so, Suss Suss scuttles forward near the tip of the rocket and taps it a couple times with his foreclaw. A computer-like panel, complete with keypad; speaker; and even a small screen, opens up from under the rocket’s shell. The salikai scientist promptly presses a little button next to the speaker, his forelimb at ease and unshaking for a moment.

-“Error. The phrase [wheeeeeze] is not a recognized voice command,” the speaker says in a calm, feminine voice, “Please try again.”

-“Come on wheeze up, Miss Roko,” Suss Suss says, a couple of his claws jerkng in an urging motion.

-“Sorry boss, I’m staying.”

-“What?!”

-“The doctors will probably just panic and call the police or something if they see me all bloody and Rokoa-like. I’d just get in the way.”

-“No! Please!”

-“Ah, it’ll be fine! I’ll saty here and guard the loot. Don’t worry about me disappearing, you still owe me cash for all this junk, remember?”

-“I gasp I still need you.”

-“You’ve a pet for company on board and the rocket’s o autopilot. You’ll make it just fine. Go.”

-“But t-“

-“Up up up! No buts! You lay, I stay, and later, you pay. Go!”

After a moment’s hesitation, Suss Suss closes his eyes and inhales deeply, taking a good lungful of air as he speaks to the panel.
-“Decent Demesne Hospital, gasp Oktavia Street 2476, please.”
-“Transport command recognized. Do you wish to go to [Decent Demesne Hospital] at [Oktavia Street 2476]? Please confirm.”

-"Yes."

-"Acknowledged."

And with that, the rocket’s tail fire a burst of flame and sails away towards the (unruined) city, the Salikai laying forlornly on top of it while the little patatooz latches on to him with his tail and holds on for dear life.
You wonder for an instant at the ingenuity of the device and how it might manage to keep its passengers firm and safe on its surface. Must be magnets or something.

Silly Zealot 2024/08/14(Wed)04:31 No. 1095830 ID: 171efe
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As the contraption blast off into the horizon, you grab your backpack and find a nice piece of rubble to sit on.

In contrast with the shattered hellscape on the ground around, the outskirts’ skyline, largely untouched by light pollution for change, looks rather lovely.
The stars, the planets, the Rokoa flotilla ships, they all shine and float above you in a calm, somewhat soothing arrangement. The cosmic ballet dances ever on.

Watching this tranquil show, you feel tempted to eat a banana from your backpack to replenish strength. Just one though; you are already full, after all.

Silly Zealot 2024/08/14(Wed)04:34 No. 1095831 ID: 171efe
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Slowly munching on the fruit, your nerves begin to calm, and your mind begins to wander, first to the beauty of the night sky, then to the issue of how to make your way back to Suss Suss.
You realize you don’t really know the hospital he went to. You vaguely recall Oktavia Street, back from before the Rokoa Army, but you don’t remember visiting that part of the city in particular.

Your thoughts on how best to approach your employer again so drift into the matter of when. You consider that would be best to wait for the medics to stabilize him. At least enough for him to identify and vouch for you if you decide to walk up to them directly, which would take a couple hours. At least until sunrise. With that and your busted foot, it’s clear waiting would be the best option.

You decide to sit still for the moment, and enjoy the quiet, the no-longer-smouldering skeletons and the display of a Shield Alliance battle group engaging a Rokoa Ravager-Class ship taking over your attention.

All in all, not the worst company or show you’ve had. Hopefully keep you entertain for the next few hours while you wait for the sawbones to do their thing with Suss Suss. Hopefully you’ll foot will reknit itself by then, what with all that meat you ate.

Yeah, it’ll probably be fine. You just have to hold tight for a few hours.

Just a few hours…

…

Silly Zealot 2024/08/14(Wed)04:36 No. 1095832 ID: 171efe
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....


ZZZZZZZZ


“HEY!”


Aw, shit.


Who is it that’s waking you up?

>The authorities, come to detain you.

>Neumono hivers, come to annoy you.

>The barbarians from the mountains, come to plunder.

Batarian slavers, who have no idea where they are.

Barbarians. So much destruction and chaos is surely to bring more chaos and loot. And it's time o deal with proper raiders.

Barbarians after your loot! (not really, they won't want junk, but its the principle of the thing)

The blinking animation is better done than many I've seen; I think the blurring sells it, somehow.

>>1095832
Contemplate life and nialism.

Silly Zealot 2024/09/28(Sat)18:54 No. 1097975 ID: 578f3f
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>Batarian slavers, who have no idea where they are.

Those are aliens from Mass Effect Large Magellan Cloud (now available on Playstation 25!), THIS IS REALITY!


>Contemplate life and nialism.

Why, why, WHY did this have to happen to you? Who the fuck decided to plunge you into misery after misery, where you have to LITERALLY fight tooth and nail to buy just another hour of life?
No one, clearly. Only a mindless clown world could allow you to be in such a situation as the one right now.

You find yourself confronted by a force so overwhelming, you can’t help but feel like a pipsqueak by comparison. Your eyes go wide, your mouth turns agape, your back jerks completely straight, and your arms and even ears involuntarily move over the top of your head, with you being powerless to change it.

Silly Zealot 2024/09/28(Sat)18:55 No. 1097976 ID: 578f3f
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Mostly because lifting them back up would be very difficult.


-“Fee Fi Fo Fee, I found me a nice chunk of meat,” the verdant behemot lifting you by the foot booms.

-“Hey, who you calling meat? Put me down, you lunk!” you yell, flailing your other limbs as you uselessly try to wriggle yourself free.

-“Fee Fi Fo Fool, I want to carry it but my belt is full,” the saurian barbarian continues.

-“Fee Fi Fo Foom, put it in mine, there’s still some room!” another voice rumbles enthusiastically behind you. God, the only thing that hurts more that your mangled foot right now is that stupid accent of theirs.

Silly Zealot 2024/09/28(Sat)18:58 No. 1097977 ID: 578f3f
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The amstvane squeezing your foot hands you over to his buddy, who promptly hangs you by your feet with one of the lengthy, sturdy ropes that pass for a belt around his belt with a practiced and surprisingly gentle motion, wedging you in between a yich-eater that desperately trying to pull her clothes back upwards and a shabby old human.

-“Damn, man, you smell like hell,” you friendlily greet the hooman.

-“Why hello yourself, bloody nightmare dog,” the old man replies with blushed cheeks, likely due to a jolly disposition and not anger or blood rushing downwards.

-“What the fuck’s a dog?” you ask irritatedly.

-“I’ll have you know I haven’t had a chance to take a bath because I’ve been buried in what the used to be my neighbour’s building for the last two days. Luckily these fellows dug me and Miss Pitching over there out before we ran out of air. If they weren’t going to eat us, I’d say they are being a terrific rescue service.”

-“Yeah? And how do we go about avoiding the whole ‘getting eaten’ part?”

-“See, I’m not rightly sure. I’ve only been here for an hour or two, and between everyone else screaming themselves hoarse to be let go and trying to lift my torso to avoid fainting, I haven’t been able to come with a plan.”

-“How many of these giant guys are there anyway? I’m hearing a lot of stomping.”

-“I think they are five, all told. They are all easy to recognize from the markings and I haven’t any stomping or rumbling further away,” the old man says.

-“Thanks, you’ve been a lot of help,” you reply without irony, though pissed off face and voice don’t help convey it.

-“Anytime. Name’s Riley, by the way.”

-“Boy named Sue much?” you say.

-“Aaand we are back to nightmare she-dog mode. Wonderful!”


Okay, enough of this guy, how do you get out this situation before you get sick or thrown into a comically large pot?

>Gnaw the rope.

>Coordinate an escape with the other captives (how?)

>Sweet-talk the amstvane holding you (what do you say?)

>Use an item to get solve the issue somehow (pens, documents, yich, stolen food?)

>Try something else. (What? WHAT?!)

Talk to the amtsvane. You guys are vegetarians, right? It's a good thing we're not a miklik.

There's a reason only yich eaters eat yichs, right? If you can just sneak it into their pot, it'll put them off their meal. Should probably try not to get to that point though.

These barbarians can't be that smart. Bluff that Rokoas have a super buffed version of neumono regen. If they eat you, you'll regenerate in them and tear shit up.

>>1097977
Why are you even fighting? Fuck it, maybe find a place to hide away from society, grab a husband or something and settle down.