Raising a Monster
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Aburg7
Just another Gundam(WIng) Pilot
- Location
- A land called Honahlee
well the Eldritch abomination is winning I myself don't have any problems with that as long as it doesn't look like this
That was rather traumatising for my niece who walked in while that episode of Fate Zero occurred, she wouldn't even sleep that night jumping at shadows.
That was rather traumatising for my niece who walked in while that episode of Fate Zero occurred, she wouldn't even sleep that night jumping at shadows.
well the Eldritch abomination is winning I myself don't have any problems with that as long as it doesn't look like this
I just hope it doesn't look humanoid, since it's looking like we'll be stuck with eldritch abomination.
Chronobreak
Chara Appreciator
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- He/Him
(sees GM's reaction)
(shrugs, and tells themself that it can't be worse then Boku No Pico)
(searches)
(finds)
(reads)
(stares)
(ponders)
(starts praying to reinstate spiritual purity)
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Aburg7
Just another Gundam(WIng) Pilot
- Location
- A land called Honahlee
so less humanoid in figure perhaps, something like this?
or this
perhaps this one
Aburg7
Just another Gundam(WIng) Pilot
- Location
- A land called Honahlee
I know a guy who does confession
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Actually, with the vote as it is right now, I'll call it tomorrow and have the update done by Sunday instead.
Everyone Ok with that?
Everyone Ok with that?
- Location
- USA NYC
I would like something like this a Cosmic form of Eldritch Powers and forces less body horror which has been done to death and no tentacles.
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
No tentacles would be very much appreciated.
Motoko
Herald of Iron to The People
- Location
- Canada, ontario
HA!
but in all seriousness I laughed...and laughed..... and laughed when I read that because of how big of a mistake you made
- Location
- USA NYC
Give me a Safe for Work Summary?
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Dude gets in a car wreck.
Gets a mental disorder that causes everyone he sees to look like a Lovecraftian Monster.
About to commit suicide.
Meets an actually Lovecraftian Monster that he sees as a human because of his disorder.
They become lovers.
Crazy shit happens, including cannibalism, rape, and turning someone into a sex slave.
Ends with both the Main Dude and Lovecraftian Girl Dead, and only one of the dude's original friends survives.
Becomes depressed because he doesn't think he handle knowing the "Truth" about the world.
Goes and buys a bullet for his revolver just in case he plans to commit suicide.
The End.
- Pronouns
- They/Them
That's arguably the happiest of the four endings, though.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Yep two of them are:
Dude gets his disorder cured, but gets put in a psychiatric prison, and says he'll wait for the Lovecraftian girl forever while she goes find her father.
The guy who survives dies, and then the Lovecraftian Girl releases spores that mutate all humans into Lovecraftian Girls like her.
Didn't know there was another ending.
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
Nevermind, I used the Tally Program on my brother's laptop.
Looks like:
[X] Howard Craft
[X] Eldritch Abomination
[X] Girl
Wins with 14 votes.
I'll close the voting and start writing.
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Aburg7
Just another Gundam(WIng) Pilot
- Location
- A land called Honahlee
sheesh glad I will never watch that show the summary alone could give you cancer
Day 1
LinkOnScepter
The One who Strangles Concepts to death
- Location
- Interwebs
[X] Howard Craft
[X] Eldritch Abomination
[X] Girl
You slowly move your arms around the basket, eyes still locked onto the baby's. You're not sure what it is, but as you start to cradle the basket in your arms, you feel...something from looking into those eyes.
You can't really explain it, you just want to stare into those black, dotted expanses forever, and ever, and—
The alarm on your phone starts to blare, bringing you back to reality. You shake your head and pull your phone out, careful to keep one hand on the basket holding the child.
7:40 AM! Your 20 minutes off schedule!
You start to panic, and prepare to rush off towards your car. Right before you leave the first step, you hear a mewl from the child still cradled in your arms. You palm hits your forehead with a loud slap. The baby! What are you supposed to do with it?!
You contemplate leaving it at home, but immediately dismiss the idea. There is no way you could leave a baby in your house for 7 hours without a babysitter! Child Services would be on your ass faster than you can say, "Negligent Parent!" And you don't have the time or the money to hire a babysitter right now! You briefly think about going to one of the neighbors, but you doubt any of them will even believe you when you tell them, "Hi! I'm one of your neighbors! I know we haven't talked much, but I need you to watch over this kid that I found on my doorstep for me while I go to work! Kay! Thanks! Bye!"
"Aaahhh, crap!" you say out loud, pacing in the middle of your lawn. You hear the child's mewling become more frequent, and you instinctively cover it up more with the velvet sheet. It falls silent in your arms, and before long you hear the telltale sound of snoring coming from it.
Sighing in relief, you make your way back over to your front door. Gently closing it as to not wake the baby, you take out your keys and lock the door with one hand. The tumblers within the lock click, and you start to make your way towards your car, child in tow.
Nothing for it. Looks like you'll have to take the kid to work with you. You carefully place the basket into the passenger seat and buckle it up.
As the car roars to life, surprisingly not waking up the child, you quietly hope that the school's daycare is still in service.
Well looks like you lucked out.
Slightly adjusting your hold on the basket, you begin to make your way towards the daycare section of the school. Thankfully you were able to clock in just when the clock struck 7:45, giving you a good 15 minutes before your first class begins.
The daycare center, officially titled "Barton's Darlings" in honor of the woman who started the Red Cross, was built way before you were hired to work here. About...10 maybe 15 years ago? Your estimations are probably off by a good margin, but then again you never really had a reason to go here in the first place. In fact, most of the teachers did their best to stay as far away from this place as possible. You can't imagine why though, as you cross the threshold that separates the main building with Barton's.
Almost immediately, you are overcome with a sense of...peace. The likes of which you would never have felt in the main building. While most of the school's halls are your standard white, on white color, this place actually has some variety to it.
You see yellows and green that mesh perfectly together, making the whole place seem alive and welcoming. Finger painted pictures, no doubt from the babies who have hit toddler status, dot the walls here and there.
You glance at what you assume is the front desk judging by the fact that it dominates the middle of the room. The supports alone reach all the way up to the ceiling, giving the person currently acting as the greeter places to store other items. These include, magazines, hand sanitizer, and...a fucking microwave oven?!
Taking a minute to wonder about how much of your paycheck is dedicated to keeping this place running, you approach the woman sitting at the counter. She looks up from her children's care magazine with a smile on her face, "Hello there! I don't think we've seen you here before."
One of your hands goes up to scratch the back of your neck. Why do you suddenly feel so, awkward? "Well, you see, I've never really had a reason to come here before."
The, 18-20 year old, based on her smooth complexion, squints in thought, "Really? Because I've seen just about every teacher in here at least once or twice. You are a teacher, right?"
You nod, "Yep. Howard Craft, at your service," you try your best to put a flourish into it, but that's difficult to do with a bundle of infant in your arms. You just end up wrinkling your suit a bit, and waking up the baby.
Its smooth, alabaster skin scrunches up as it starts wiggling around in its rope and wooden confinements. You straighten yourself, and look back at the receptionist, only to find her smiling like a madwoman as she looks at the child in your hands.
"Ahhhh! I figured that was why you came here. Can't leave 'em at home all alone now, can you?" You think you hear a bit of an edge to her voice, but dismiss it as your ears playing tricks on you.
The woman pulls out a clip board from under the desk, and places it in front of you along with a pen. "I just need you to sign your name here, and the name of your child here," she points to two dotted lines about halfway down the page. Looking closely, you can actually see some of the names of your co-workers on that list.
You are struck by a sudden realization; A name!
You didn't give...it a name!
You don't even know it's gender yet!
Chuckling slightly, you excuse yourself and head into a corner behind the threshold. Ok, first find out it's gender. Thankful that the child has gone back to sleep, you find the area that covers where it's legs should be and lift it up.
….Hmph. Looks like it's a girl.
Covering up her legs before the air can upset her, you place your hand on your chin. Let's see, a name. What kind of name should you give her?
[] Write in child's name…
Class Roll: http://orokos.com/roll/462163 = Fail
"UUUUGGGGHHHHH," you groan loudly as you drive back home, head pounding from the classes today. Someone must've given them all sugar for breakfast, lunch, and dinner cause for the entire day they did nothing but hop around the room screaming at the top of their lungs about something you really didn't care about.
You think it had something to do with "Cartoon Network?" Some kind of reboot or something?
All you know is, it got all the kids to suddenly make your life hell on wheels for today. You hardly even got to the midpoint of the lesson plan for today. Oh well, at least your boss didn't walk in on you and start chewing you out for what happened.
You hear a small burping sound, and look over at your new….child, you guess? She's currently got a bottle of milk in her hands, given to you by that rather nice receptionist at Barton's, Kelly, you think her name was. She also gave you some tips on taking care of the little girl, saying that it was, "Quite clear you have no experience raising children."
She's got you there you suppose, as you reach over and rub the child on the head. She's your responsibility now, you guess. Unless you feel like putting up a bunch of flyers asking everyone if they've misplaced a baby, but then again, you suppose if they left it on your doorstep they were jerks anyway. Seriously, who just leaves a baby on someone's doorstep like that?
You pull up into your driveway as the sun moves across the sky. It's still high enough to constitute afternoon, thankfully, so you still have some time to yourself.
But really—
Perception Roll: http://orokos.com/roll/462164 = Fail
—who in their right minds would leave a baby on its own like that?! This isn't like the movies or some kids cartoon show! You could get put in jail for that type of shit! In fact—
Just as you open your door to go inside, you stop and look behind you.
Nothing.
Strange. You could've sworn that….nah. Probably just your imagination.
Now then, how to spend the rest of the day?
Actions available before night time: 2
Here's how I will do rolls in this game:
1 = Crit Fail
2 - 19 = High Fail
20 - 39 = Fail
40 - 69 = Success
70 - 99 = High Success
100 = Crit Success
Here's the difference:
High/Crit Results shall earn you a negative or positive Perk or effect dependent on the roll.
*Vote Closed*
[X] Eldritch Abomination
[X] Girl
You slowly move your arms around the basket, eyes still locked onto the baby's. You're not sure what it is, but as you start to cradle the basket in your arms, you feel...something from looking into those eyes.
You can't really explain it, you just want to stare into those black, dotted expanses forever, and ever, and—
The alarm on your phone starts to blare, bringing you back to reality. You shake your head and pull your phone out, careful to keep one hand on the basket holding the child.
7:40 AM! Your 20 minutes off schedule!
You start to panic, and prepare to rush off towards your car. Right before you leave the first step, you hear a mewl from the child still cradled in your arms. You palm hits your forehead with a loud slap. The baby! What are you supposed to do with it?!
You contemplate leaving it at home, but immediately dismiss the idea. There is no way you could leave a baby in your house for 7 hours without a babysitter! Child Services would be on your ass faster than you can say, "Negligent Parent!" And you don't have the time or the money to hire a babysitter right now! You briefly think about going to one of the neighbors, but you doubt any of them will even believe you when you tell them, "Hi! I'm one of your neighbors! I know we haven't talked much, but I need you to watch over this kid that I found on my doorstep for me while I go to work! Kay! Thanks! Bye!"
"Aaahhh, crap!" you say out loud, pacing in the middle of your lawn. You hear the child's mewling become more frequent, and you instinctively cover it up more with the velvet sheet. It falls silent in your arms, and before long you hear the telltale sound of snoring coming from it.
Sighing in relief, you make your way back over to your front door. Gently closing it as to not wake the baby, you take out your keys and lock the door with one hand. The tumblers within the lock click, and you start to make your way towards your car, child in tow.
Nothing for it. Looks like you'll have to take the kid to work with you. You carefully place the basket into the passenger seat and buckle it up.
As the car roars to life, surprisingly not waking up the child, you quietly hope that the school's daycare is still in service.
Well looks like you lucked out.
Slightly adjusting your hold on the basket, you begin to make your way towards the daycare section of the school. Thankfully you were able to clock in just when the clock struck 7:45, giving you a good 15 minutes before your first class begins.
The daycare center, officially titled "Barton's Darlings" in honor of the woman who started the Red Cross, was built way before you were hired to work here. About...10 maybe 15 years ago? Your estimations are probably off by a good margin, but then again you never really had a reason to go here in the first place. In fact, most of the teachers did their best to stay as far away from this place as possible. You can't imagine why though, as you cross the threshold that separates the main building with Barton's.
Almost immediately, you are overcome with a sense of...peace. The likes of which you would never have felt in the main building. While most of the school's halls are your standard white, on white color, this place actually has some variety to it.
You see yellows and green that mesh perfectly together, making the whole place seem alive and welcoming. Finger painted pictures, no doubt from the babies who have hit toddler status, dot the walls here and there.
You glance at what you assume is the front desk judging by the fact that it dominates the middle of the room. The supports alone reach all the way up to the ceiling, giving the person currently acting as the greeter places to store other items. These include, magazines, hand sanitizer, and...a fucking microwave oven?!
Taking a minute to wonder about how much of your paycheck is dedicated to keeping this place running, you approach the woman sitting at the counter. She looks up from her children's care magazine with a smile on her face, "Hello there! I don't think we've seen you here before."
One of your hands goes up to scratch the back of your neck. Why do you suddenly feel so, awkward? "Well, you see, I've never really had a reason to come here before."
The, 18-20 year old, based on her smooth complexion, squints in thought, "Really? Because I've seen just about every teacher in here at least once or twice. You are a teacher, right?"
You nod, "Yep. Howard Craft, at your service," you try your best to put a flourish into it, but that's difficult to do with a bundle of infant in your arms. You just end up wrinkling your suit a bit, and waking up the baby.
Its smooth, alabaster skin scrunches up as it starts wiggling around in its rope and wooden confinements. You straighten yourself, and look back at the receptionist, only to find her smiling like a madwoman as she looks at the child in your hands.
"Ahhhh! I figured that was why you came here. Can't leave 'em at home all alone now, can you?" You think you hear a bit of an edge to her voice, but dismiss it as your ears playing tricks on you.
The woman pulls out a clip board from under the desk, and places it in front of you along with a pen. "I just need you to sign your name here, and the name of your child here," she points to two dotted lines about halfway down the page. Looking closely, you can actually see some of the names of your co-workers on that list.
You are struck by a sudden realization; A name!
You didn't give...it a name!
You don't even know it's gender yet!
Chuckling slightly, you excuse yourself and head into a corner behind the threshold. Ok, first find out it's gender. Thankful that the child has gone back to sleep, you find the area that covers where it's legs should be and lift it up.
….Hmph. Looks like it's a girl.
Covering up her legs before the air can upset her, you place your hand on your chin. Let's see, a name. What kind of name should you give her?
[] Write in child's name…
Class Roll: http://orokos.com/roll/462163 = Fail
"UUUUGGGGHHHHH," you groan loudly as you drive back home, head pounding from the classes today. Someone must've given them all sugar for breakfast, lunch, and dinner cause for the entire day they did nothing but hop around the room screaming at the top of their lungs about something you really didn't care about.
You think it had something to do with "Cartoon Network?" Some kind of reboot or something?
All you know is, it got all the kids to suddenly make your life hell on wheels for today. You hardly even got to the midpoint of the lesson plan for today. Oh well, at least your boss didn't walk in on you and start chewing you out for what happened.
You hear a small burping sound, and look over at your new….child, you guess? She's currently got a bottle of milk in her hands, given to you by that rather nice receptionist at Barton's, Kelly, you think her name was. She also gave you some tips on taking care of the little girl, saying that it was, "Quite clear you have no experience raising children."
She's got you there you suppose, as you reach over and rub the child on the head. She's your responsibility now, you guess. Unless you feel like putting up a bunch of flyers asking everyone if they've misplaced a baby, but then again, you suppose if they left it on your doorstep they were jerks anyway. Seriously, who just leaves a baby on someone's doorstep like that?
You pull up into your driveway as the sun moves across the sky. It's still high enough to constitute afternoon, thankfully, so you still have some time to yourself.
But really—
Perception Roll: http://orokos.com/roll/462164 = Fail
—who in their right minds would leave a baby on its own like that?! This isn't like the movies or some kids cartoon show! You could get put in jail for that type of shit! In fact—
Just as you open your door to go inside, you stop and look behind you.
Nothing.
Strange. You could've sworn that….nah. Probably just your imagination.
Now then, how to spend the rest of the day?
Actions available before night time: 2
[] Physical: You're gonna need to learn how to defend not just yourself, but your little girl now.
[] Mental: The Mind is a terrible thing to waste. And you are not gonna waste yours.
[] Perception: You missed enough paper airplanes coming towards your head to know that you need to better your vision.
- [] Focus on Offense (Work towards Perk for Offensive Combat)
- [] Focus on Defense (Work towards Perk for Defensive Combat)
[] Mental: The Mind is a terrible thing to waste. And you are not gonna waste yours.
- [] Focus on Mental Power (Work towards Perk for Mental Offenses)
- [] Focus on Mental Fortitude (Work towards Perk for Mental Defenses)
[] Perception: You missed enough paper airplanes coming towards your head to know that you need to better your vision.
- [] Focus on perceiving Objects (Work towards Perk for seeing things before they hit you)
- [] Focus on perceiving People (Work towards Perk for spotting others before they see you)
[] Work on lesson plan: Always helps to be prepared for anything (+10 bonus to next Job roll)
[] Look up "Starry Eyed Babies": You're pretty sure that babies aren't supposed to have eyes that look like the night sky. Maybe the library can help you out. (???)
[] Try to make some friends: Let's face it; you need friends. Let's see if you can makes some. (Possibly unlock friendships to be cultivated)
[] Adoption Papers: It occurs to you that you don't actually have "official" custody of this bundle of joy yet. You should probably fix that. (Stops Child Services from labeling you as a kidnapper)
[] Adoption Papers: It occurs to you that you don't actually have "official" custody of this bundle of joy yet. You should probably fix that. (Stops Child Services from labeling you as a kidnapper)
[] Take care of kid: Ok, Kelly said that the first thing babies need is "Tender love and care." Let's give it a try. (Raise Trust/Satiety with child)
[] Look for a babysitter: You can't bring your child to work with you everyday. Especially when the daycare is full. You need a babysitter. (If successful, a babysitter will watch over your child, freeing up an Action. However, it is possible to lose Trust with the child by doing this.)
[] Look for a babysitter: You can't bring your child to work with you everyday. Especially when the daycare is full. You need a babysitter. (If successful, a babysitter will watch over your child, freeing up an Action. However, it is possible to lose Trust with the child by doing this.)
Here's how I will do rolls in this game:
1 = Crit Fail
2 - 19 = High Fail
20 - 39 = Fail
40 - 69 = Success
70 - 99 = High Success
100 = Crit Success
Here's the difference:
High/Crit Results shall earn you a negative or positive Perk or effect dependent on the roll.
*Vote Closed*
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We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
[X] Name: Chelsea
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Paperwork
These are pretty much mandatory if we don't want to have severe problems down the line. The sooner we pump the kid's Trust to 10 the better, and the sooner we don't have to worry about Child Services kicking down our door the better.
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Paperwork
These are pretty much mandatory if we don't want to have severe problems down the line. The sooner we pump the kid's Trust to 10 the better, and the sooner we don't have to worry about Child Services kicking down our door the better.
- Location
- United States of America
[X] Name: Maria
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Papers
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Papers
JoshieWoshie
Mister Doge
[X] Anastasia Asterope Chelsea Maria Selene Craft
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Paperwork
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Paperwork
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Chronobreak
Chara Appreciator
- Location
- Chicago
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Name: Anastasia
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Paperwork
[X] Take care of kid
[X] Adoption Paperwork
