Out of the Fog (Kantai Collection/???)
- Thread starter Merior
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Unhappily the vote looks like a landslide so far (and that's probably a sign I didn't give a good balance of voting options)...
(Or hugged too hard. She might go through a few before she got it right...)
However, unless I'm missing something, isn't that basically the "Do they have any 'capes' here?" option?
Unhappily the vote looks like a landslide so far (and that's probably a sign I didn't give a good balance of voting options)...
If you mean in terms of capacity then, as far as the protagonist can tell, they'd go 'squish!' if they were punched.
(Or hugged too hard. She might go through a few before she got it right...)
That doesn't fit the "two to three word course of action" requirement, but would be acceptable.
However, unless I'm missing something, isn't that basically the "Do they have any 'capes' here?" option?
Um, where did that come from?
SV generally goes for social link regardless.
Well unless it's to join Cauldron/PRT, then its avoided like the plague.
Voting is closed
I will start poking at the update, but RL is being distracting so it may not be finished and posted until tomorrow. Given how the voting went I thought it safe to assume that the winning option wouldn't change...
I will start poking at the update, but RL is being distracting so it may not be finished and posted until tomorrow. Given how the voting went I thought it safe to assume that the winning option wouldn't change...
TURN - A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.3
[X] "How do I tell who is on your side?" (Cooperate with 'allies'.)
That question took him by surprise and he stared at you slack jawed for a moment before closing his mouth.
"We're the Dockworkers Association," He said finally, giving you an odd look, "And we're the ones who are dressed up in sensible working clothes. There'll be others about, the Teeth, E88, and maybe even the Merchants but they'll be in gang colours."
That, you decided, was a pretty unhelpful explanation. With the amount of skin covered you were pretty sure that there was no possible way for rigging to secure itself, nor his engines to vent steam if need be, and that made it distinctly not sensible.
And what were gang colours? Green? Blue? Neon pink?
The meat person must have sensed your confusion as before you could open your mouth to ask about that he clarified, "Teeth use a white triangle, the bottom point red. The Empire have swastika or just a double eight. Merchant use this stupid dollar sign thing."
You nodded slowly, taking that in. Triangles were easy to remember, dollar symbols likewise, and the mention of two eights in their symbol made you assume that "the Empire" was the same as the "E88". Hopefully your opponents would be flying appropriate flags though or else it would get messy to spot a smaller symbol on them.
You gave a brief glared towards the meat person's figure covering garb. That, you suspected, wouldn't help spotting such symbols if they were painted on their hulls...
"Anything else you need to ask?" You were embarrassed by the fact that you had been standing their briefly, considering how best to get rid of the concealing layers, and so hurriedly nodded.
"Um, yes..." You felt your cheeks warm and switched to your best eerie voice again to cover up how uncertain you must have sounded,"I mean: Of course there is information that I desire."
When he shuddered, eyes going wide as he almost took a step back, you knew that you had gotten it right.
"Where is the fighting thickest, that blood may be spilled and your kind carries out the will of Lars?" You asked, trying your best to sound seductively terrifying and really hoped that you'd recalled which divinity and planet was the associated with war.
He shuddered.
He actually shuddered.
Success!
"I- I think they were near the harbour mouth." He said, face a little paler than it had been before, "We were just going to show that we weren't to be pushed around, make the big money have to pay out, but then the Teeth got in on it and they were talking about sinking a ship there. Which would close the port of months."
You barely paid attention to this words, struggling to keep your face composed even as you squeed! inwardly at managing to be properly scary, but you got the underlying meaning.
Enemies at the mouth of the harbour, ships to be sunk there, blah blah blah...
That was probably close enough and, anyway, even as he spoke you had been already trying to put together a proper phrasing of your next question.
"In this sweet night, lit by the burning fires, is there any matter which is of greater import?" You asked, "An enemy to grasp, a foe with which to cross arms, a desperate fight against superior force lest there being a dying of the night?"
You took extra care with the phrasing there because it important that the night, and thus the darkness, win in the end.
Black was far better than grey. Endless grey...
You shivered and forced your thoughts to happier things.
"I think that the Empire is coming in slow, over by the gates." The meat person stated carefully, looking a far healthier pale hue than the ruddy face he'd had earlier. It wasn't too far from your own skin colour. "I don't know what the Merchants are doing, but they seem to be defending some of the cargo areas hard while they get some stuff out."
He made a vague gesture at each appropriate point and you glanced in the directions he'd pointed. Interestingly in the direction of the 'gates' you could see a flicker of flames above the intervening obstacles.
Fire, sinking ships, orthieves pirates? That made for an interesting set of choice of where you should join battle.
As you pondered that something about what he'd said earlier stuck in your mind, "Um, aren't swastika's Nazi symbols? I think they are and why would they be using those?"
"...the Empire are Nazis."
"Ah. That makes sense?"
You were pretty sure that you'd ruined the gloriously powerful and terrifying impression you had made on him and you suspect that, out of practice as you were, you'd soon stick your foot further into your mouth.
"Um, I've got to go then?" You told him with a pleasant smile for the meat person, "People to kill, places to blow. Thanks, bye, have a nice war!"
You weren't running away, your face heating with embarrassment, you were merely... charging towards your next destination.
Right?
What will you do first?
(Vote indicates intention assuming no interruptions. No write-ins.)
[ ] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[ ] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[ ] Stamp out the Merchant activity.
[ ] Take a bite out of the Teeth.
Will you check your internal radio for any transmissions?
(You'll stop listening if distracted. No write-ins.)
[ ] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
[ ] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
That question took him by surprise and he stared at you slack jawed for a moment before closing his mouth.
"We're the Dockworkers Association," He said finally, giving you an odd look, "And we're the ones who are dressed up in sensible working clothes. There'll be others about, the Teeth, E88, and maybe even the Merchants but they'll be in gang colours."
That, you decided, was a pretty unhelpful explanation. With the amount of skin covered you were pretty sure that there was no possible way for rigging to secure itself, nor his engines to vent steam if need be, and that made it distinctly not sensible.
And what were gang colours? Green? Blue? Neon pink?
The meat person must have sensed your confusion as before you could open your mouth to ask about that he clarified, "Teeth use a white triangle, the bottom point red. The Empire have swastika or just a double eight. Merchant use this stupid dollar sign thing."
You nodded slowly, taking that in. Triangles were easy to remember, dollar symbols likewise, and the mention of two eights in their symbol made you assume that "the Empire" was the same as the "E88". Hopefully your opponents would be flying appropriate flags though or else it would get messy to spot a smaller symbol on them.
You gave a brief glared towards the meat person's figure covering garb. That, you suspected, wouldn't help spotting such symbols if they were painted on their hulls...
"Anything else you need to ask?" You were embarrassed by the fact that you had been standing their briefly, considering how best to get rid of the concealing layers, and so hurriedly nodded.
"Um, yes..." You felt your cheeks warm and switched to your best eerie voice again to cover up how uncertain you must have sounded,"I mean: Of course there is information that I desire."
When he shuddered, eyes going wide as he almost took a step back, you knew that you had gotten it right.
"Where is the fighting thickest, that blood may be spilled and your kind carries out the will of Lars?" You asked, trying your best to sound seductively terrifying and really hoped that you'd recalled which divinity and planet was the associated with war.
He shuddered.
He actually shuddered.
Success!
"I- I think they were near the harbour mouth." He said, face a little paler than it had been before, "We were just going to show that we weren't to be pushed around, make the big money have to pay out, but then the Teeth got in on it and they were talking about sinking a ship there. Which would close the port of months."
You barely paid attention to this words, struggling to keep your face composed even as you squeed! inwardly at managing to be properly scary, but you got the underlying meaning.
Enemies at the mouth of the harbour, ships to be sunk there, blah blah blah...
That was probably close enough and, anyway, even as he spoke you had been already trying to put together a proper phrasing of your next question.
"In this sweet night, lit by the burning fires, is there any matter which is of greater import?" You asked, "An enemy to grasp, a foe with which to cross arms, a desperate fight against superior force lest there being a dying of the night?"
You took extra care with the phrasing there because it important that the night, and thus the darkness, win in the end.
Black was far better than grey. Endless grey...
You shivered and forced your thoughts to happier things.
"I think that the Empire is coming in slow, over by the gates." The meat person stated carefully, looking a far healthier pale hue than the ruddy face he'd had earlier. It wasn't too far from your own skin colour. "I don't know what the Merchants are doing, but they seem to be defending some of the cargo areas hard while they get some stuff out."
He made a vague gesture at each appropriate point and you glanced in the directions he'd pointed. Interestingly in the direction of the 'gates' you could see a flicker of flames above the intervening obstacles.
Fire, sinking ships, or
As you pondered that something about what he'd said earlier stuck in your mind, "Um, aren't swastika's Nazi symbols? I think they are and why would they be using those?"
"...the Empire are Nazis."
"Ah. That makes sense?"
You were pretty sure that you'd ruined the gloriously powerful and terrifying impression you had made on him and you suspect that, out of practice as you were, you'd soon stick your foot further into your mouth.
"Um, I've got to go then?" You told him with a pleasant smile for the meat person, "People to kill, places to blow. Thanks, bye, have a nice war!"
You weren't running away, your face heating with embarrassment, you were merely... charging towards your next destination.
Right?
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Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.3
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Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.3
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What will you do first?
(Vote indicates intention assuming no interruptions. No write-ins.)
[ ] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[ ] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[ ] Stamp out the Merchant activity.
[ ] Take a bite out of the Teeth.
Will you check your internal radio for any transmissions?
(You'll stop listening if distracted. No write-ins.)
[ ] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
[ ] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
Ginger Maniac
Subject to Gravity
- Location
- Old Blighty
Hmm. On one hand, sinking ships wheeeee. On the other, fuck Nazis forever, and apparently even the Abyss remembers them.
Also, "far healthier pale hue". Heh. I bet that guy is really regretting ever meeting us right now. Let's make him sweat a bit more.
Also, "far healthier pale hue". Heh. I bet that guy is really regretting ever meeting us right now. Let's make him sweat a bit more.
Sorry about the update being delayed, but it's good to see that there's a few comments being given...
I'm going to stick to what is allowable on here so such a suggest would proceed from a horrified "...squishy bits go where?!" closed by Death By Bludgeon Weapon (Cargo Container)....
When the protagonist figures out what is happening with her voice I'll update the Traits post with details.
Actually, it could hurt a lot given that you'd be wandering into a combat situation paying more attention to the air waves.
Good to hear that I'm amusing you.
Arkatekt
Harbinger of Shitluck
Thank you for giving me a better reason to actually care about that portion of the vote.
Ginger Maniac
Subject to Gravity
- Location
- Old Blighty
[x] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
This is the killing-Nazis option, yes?
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
This is the killing-Nazis option, yes?
[X] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
Guys, who cares about killing nazis. There are SHIPS here! Big ships! We have to carry on the noble work of sinking them. Nazi killing can wait until the true enemy of ourselves and the dockworkers have been destroyed.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
Guys, who cares about killing nazis. There are SHIPS here! Big ships! We have to carry on the noble work of sinking them. Nazi killing can wait until the true enemy of ourselves and the dockworkers have been destroyed.
Voting is closed
I feel like I have all the vim and vigour of a mummified squirrel, but let's see what I can get done with this...
I feel like I have all the vim and vigour of a mummified squirrel, but let's see what I can get done with this...
[x] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[x] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
No. of Votes: 5
Latewave
Jrin
ScrewFate
Vanestus
veekie
[X] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 2
mc2rpg
WyldCard4
[X] Stamp out the Merchant activity.
[X] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 1
Arkatekt
[X] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[X] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
No. of Votes: 1
Ylamona
[X] Take a bite out of the Teeth.
[X] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 1
Biigoh
[x] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 1
Ginger Maniac
Total No. of Voters: 11
[x] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
No. of Votes: 5
Latewave
Jrin
ScrewFate
Vanestus
veekie
[X] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 2
mc2rpg
WyldCard4
[X] Stamp out the Merchant activity.
[X] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 1
Arkatekt
[X] Finish the Dockworker's work and sink some ships.
[X] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
No. of Votes: 1
Ylamona
[X] Take a bite out of the Teeth.
[X] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 1
Biigoh
[x] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[x] No. (No chance for information from broadcasts.)
No. of Votes: 1
Ginger Maniac
Total No. of Voters: 11
TURN - A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.4
[x] Deal with Imperial ambitions.
[x] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
Nazis were nasty?
You rolled the idea around in your thoughts as you headed across the bay towards the fires and, supposedly, towards where this "Empire 88" were entering the area. There was a blank spot where the meaning of the term "Nazi" should have been, but that didn't real bother you.
(Not that the lack of bother would prevent you from waxing lyrical on the matter once you'd come up with a proper couplet using rhyme for "Nazi".)
Even as part of your mind mused on the matter you didn't neglect the task at hand. With a mental twist you heard first a hiss then a surge of noise as you turned on your internal radio receiver. To your surprise the loud pulses of radar that should have been there were missing and, instead, there was babble of voices and music.
There was no radar? Nothing to warn them of your approach?
Your smile widen in anticipation, teeth bared at the world, and you could feel in your veins the pulsing of your engines as you coaxed their output higher. What had been a steady progress across the bay quickened as you poured on the power.
You were going to hit them like... like... like...?
A snippet of music on the airwaves registered, matching what you wanted your mood to be, and you tuned into that channel.
"Thunder." You stated in time with the music as you continued to accelerate. "I shall hit them like thunder."
(A very small part of your mind tried to protest that thunder was merely a side effect of lighting, but you were used to smothering such uncool thoughts before they could impinge on your monologue.)
Spray whipped by as you surged forwards, pushing your limits in a way that you couldn't remembering doing before.
The harbour was large enough to accommodate freighters, but in was in no way large enough to handle you for long if you weren't merely ambling about. The edge of the bay was fast approaching, but you didn't plan on slowing down.
"And I knew there was no turning back." You sang along with the song as though you'd always known the lyrics, your eyes fix on edge closest to the gates.
"Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
The thunder of guns"
You sang loudly, letting you voice carry on the air and the airwaves through your radio, and you pushed yourself to go faster as the sound of shooting became audible almost in a response. Slowing down never came to your mind as there was a slipway in your sights and screeching voice in your ears egging you on.
"Tore me apart"
When you hit the concrete slipway, a ramp from the waters to the dry land, you had a brief to regret trying this stunt as the transition tore at you. The pain from that didn't register for long though as your feet went out from under you, sending you into an out of control forward tumble.
Ouch
What did register though was a brief glimpse of a cargo container between you and the gates, seen for a moment before your momentum carried you into it. Such containers were not small things. Made of solid metal and weighing in at perhaps five thousand pounds they were made to tolerate a degree of abuse.
You had been going at over twenty knots and, on one level, your weight might best measured in thousands of tons.
That didn't mean that going through it didn't hurt though.
Ouch!
The uncontrolled tumble came to an end, after a few more collisions with things you didn't have a chance to recognise, with you in an untidy heap on the ground some distance away from the water.
Vaguely you realised that meat people were nearby and staring at you in shock, but the only thing that came to your dazed mind was to speak the words that were still ringing in your ears:
"You've been Thunderstruck!"
Someone snickered.
Something inside of you snapped as the sound and you clicked off your radio as your mood instantly soured.
You were the night.
You were that which was born from darkness.
You were all the hurty things from their worstest dreams!
You were not mortified at how you had horribly botched that attempt at a really cool and dramatic entrance. And you definitely weren't fighting to hold off a sniffle at how sore you were even as you blinked back tears.
"Are you okay, Miss... Thunderstruck?" A vaguely bemused voice vaguely penetrated your misery, "I am unsure what your intentions are, but I believe you have quite thoroughly dealt with that car and the fence."
Trying to struggle out of the metal mesh that had somehow got caught on you during your mishap, you looked up to try and source the voice.
The man who had apparently addressed you was standing about twenty yards away and almost instantly you forgave him for having been a witness to your ignominious entrance attempt. He had a nice voice, seemed concerned, but most of all he had the coolest imitation of rigging ever on. It was all pointy metal bits and sharp edges and he even had a circlet on his head which looked to be made of swords!
(That didn't mean that you wouldn't kill him if need be, but he had a Nice Hat and you wouldn't insult him by lying to yourself about that.)
"Oh, I'm here to kill some Nazis." You told him even as you tried to subtly disentangle a bit of the wreckage wrapped around you which was pressing uncomfortably into your thigh. "Do you know where I can find them? I got told they have this sort of pointy symbol."
You had felt safe enough asking that. After all the symbol emblazoned on his clock (He had a cloak! Oh, his rigging just got cooler the more you noticed about it!) was an E with two eights rather than any sort of swastika.
A glowing young woman next to him seemed to want to say something (and you approved of the all white colour scheme she had even if a little black and blood red could have livened it up), but he put his hand on her arm and she fell silent.
Giving up on trying to get free without being noticed you reached down and just ripped the entangling metal mesh away. Under your hands it tore as though made of tinfoil, letting you brush away the less pieces like chaff, and you only winced a few times as your hands touched your newly acquired scrapes and bruises.
It was when you were distracted that something hit you in the eye.
You yelped then pressed a hand to your face, covering your abused eye. Rubbing it carefully you tried to deal with the cause of your pain, but when you finally managed to you just stared at the small bullet.
Someone had shot you.
In the eye.
With a pistol?
You stared at the meat people behind the man with the rigging for a moment, their presence finally registering as you tryied to figure out who did that, and wondered if that was some sort of insult or just an attempt to gain your attention.
It was a pistol.
Then something clicked as you spotted a familiar symbol on the arms of a few of the meat people and you turned your gaze accusingly to the man with the rigging.
"You're Nazis, aren't you!"
Who will you attack first?
(Vote indicates intention, but plans may not survive contact with enemy. No write-ins.)
[ ] A differently dressed teenager boy who is hanging back.
[ ] Clear away the trash minions first.
[ ] Get rid of the glowing girl who is hurting your eyes.
[ ] Rigging = Dangerous. Kill the man.
[x] Yes. (Distracts from noticing other things.)
Nazis were nasty?
You rolled the idea around in your thoughts as you headed across the bay towards the fires and, supposedly, towards where this "Empire 88" were entering the area. There was a blank spot where the meaning of the term "Nazi" should have been, but that didn't real bother you.
(Not that the lack of bother would prevent you from waxing lyrical on the matter once you'd come up with a proper couplet using rhyme for "Nazi".)
Even as part of your mind mused on the matter you didn't neglect the task at hand. With a mental twist you heard first a hiss then a surge of noise as you turned on your internal radio receiver. To your surprise the loud pulses of radar that should have been there were missing and, instead, there was babble of voices and music.
There was no radar? Nothing to warn them of your approach?
Your smile widen in anticipation, teeth bared at the world, and you could feel in your veins the pulsing of your engines as you coaxed their output higher. What had been a steady progress across the bay quickened as you poured on the power.
You were going to hit them like... like... like...?
A snippet of music on the airwaves registered, matching what you wanted your mood to be, and you tuned into that channel.
"Thunder." You stated in time with the music as you continued to accelerate. "I shall hit them like thunder."
(A very small part of your mind tried to protest that thunder was merely a side effect of lighting, but you were used to smothering such uncool thoughts before they could impinge on your monologue.)
Spray whipped by as you surged forwards, pushing your limits in a way that you couldn't remembering doing before.
The harbour was large enough to accommodate freighters, but in was in no way large enough to handle you for long if you weren't merely ambling about. The edge of the bay was fast approaching, but you didn't plan on slowing down.
"And I knew there was no turning back." You sang along with the song as though you'd always known the lyrics, your eyes fix on edge closest to the gates.
"Sound of the drums
Beating in my heart
The thunder of guns"
You sang loudly, letting you voice carry on the air and the airwaves through your radio, and you pushed yourself to go faster as the sound of shooting became audible almost in a response. Slowing down never came to your mind as there was a slipway in your sights and screeching voice in your ears egging you on.
"Tore me apart"
When you hit the concrete slipway, a ramp from the waters to the dry land, you had a brief to regret trying this stunt as the transition tore at you. The pain from that didn't register for long though as your feet went out from under you, sending you into an out of control forward tumble.
Ouch
What did register though was a brief glimpse of a cargo container between you and the gates, seen for a moment before your momentum carried you into it. Such containers were not small things. Made of solid metal and weighing in at perhaps five thousand pounds they were made to tolerate a degree of abuse.
You had been going at over twenty knots and, on one level, your weight might best measured in thousands of tons.
That didn't mean that going through it didn't hurt though.
Ouch!
The uncontrolled tumble came to an end, after a few more collisions with things you didn't have a chance to recognise, with you in an untidy heap on the ground some distance away from the water.
Vaguely you realised that meat people were nearby and staring at you in shock, but the only thing that came to your dazed mind was to speak the words that were still ringing in your ears:
"You've been Thunderstruck!"
Someone snickered.
Something inside of you snapped as the sound and you clicked off your radio as your mood instantly soured.
You were the night.
You were that which was born from darkness.
You were all the hurty things from their worstest dreams!
You were not mortified at how you had horribly botched that attempt at a really cool and dramatic entrance. And you definitely weren't fighting to hold off a sniffle at how sore you were even as you blinked back tears.
"Are you okay, Miss... Thunderstruck?" A vaguely bemused voice vaguely penetrated your misery, "I am unsure what your intentions are, but I believe you have quite thoroughly dealt with that car and the fence."
Trying to struggle out of the metal mesh that had somehow got caught on you during your mishap, you looked up to try and source the voice.
The man who had apparently addressed you was standing about twenty yards away and almost instantly you forgave him for having been a witness to your ignominious entrance attempt. He had a nice voice, seemed concerned, but most of all he had the coolest imitation of rigging ever on. It was all pointy metal bits and sharp edges and he even had a circlet on his head which looked to be made of swords!
(That didn't mean that you wouldn't kill him if need be, but he had a Nice Hat and you wouldn't insult him by lying to yourself about that.)
"Oh, I'm here to kill some Nazis." You told him even as you tried to subtly disentangle a bit of the wreckage wrapped around you which was pressing uncomfortably into your thigh. "Do you know where I can find them? I got told they have this sort of pointy symbol."
You had felt safe enough asking that. After all the symbol emblazoned on his clock (He had a cloak! Oh, his rigging just got cooler the more you noticed about it!) was an E with two eights rather than any sort of swastika.
A glowing young woman next to him seemed to want to say something (and you approved of the all white colour scheme she had even if a little black and blood red could have livened it up), but he put his hand on her arm and she fell silent.
Giving up on trying to get free without being noticed you reached down and just ripped the entangling metal mesh away. Under your hands it tore as though made of tinfoil, letting you brush away the less pieces like chaff, and you only winced a few times as your hands touched your newly acquired scrapes and bruises.
It was when you were distracted that something hit you in the eye.
You yelped then pressed a hand to your face, covering your abused eye. Rubbing it carefully you tried to deal with the cause of your pain, but when you finally managed to you just stared at the small bullet.
Someone had shot you.
In the eye.
With a pistol?
You stared at the meat people behind the man with the rigging for a moment, their presence finally registering as you tryied to figure out who did that, and wondered if that was some sort of insult or just an attempt to gain your attention.
It was a pistol.
Then something clicked as you spotted a familiar symbol on the arms of a few of the meat people and you turned your gaze accusingly to the man with the rigging.
"You're Nazis, aren't you!"
oOo
Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.4
oOo
Congratulations, you've found Nazis to fight!
You have minor injuries.
UPDATE : The trait "Heavy Metal" has been revealed.
oOo
Out of the Fog
A (Not So) Safe Harbor 1.4
oOo
Congratulations, you've found Nazis to fight!
You have minor injuries.
UPDATE : The trait "Heavy Metal" has been revealed.
oOo
Who will you attack first?
(Vote indicates intention, but plans may not survive contact with enemy. No write-ins.)
[ ] A differently dressed teenager boy who is hanging back.
[ ] Clear away the trash minions first.
[ ] Get rid of the glowing girl who is hurting your eyes.
[ ] Rigging = Dangerous. Kill the man.