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I underrestimated teh Kalin. Still gotta make dem key choices, tho.
Now you know the general direction to go, but Zeppy's camp and abandoned village are both in close proximity. You can check one of those places without negative impact on your chances to succeed.
I could tell you. I mean I already told you, but I could tell it to you again. Slowly. For speshul people to understand.
Not sure, was high on ice cream when I had the idea. But considering that I have 5 "feet", and you have only 2, I guess it's a ...marching/battle plan for us and the dogs? You and the ghostdawgs go ahead and I follow you (at a slower pace, since I only have one arrow and you have two?)
No, I jes didn't expect anyone to figure this out before second key choice. Kalin and Blobra are currently on a crossroad. In case they won't find Grimwulf in camp/village, they will need to pick a direction to go next. Wrong direction would result in massive drop of chances to find Grim Wolf.
Then again, if Kalin decides to go east or west, Grimwulf be fucked, - it's up to him.
*whispers in brigand's ear* I will stab... your ballsacks. One by one. Puncture after puncture. Slowly. Gently. *STARTS ROARING* UNTIL ALL YOUR BLOOD FLOWS DOWN FROM THE BALLHOLES!!!
*jumps back* What do you want from us?! You can take everything you want from the camp, it's to the NE of here, by the lake!
Oh, I'll definetely do that. Right after you tell me WHERE is the man in white furs?! He has a scar on his right eye!
He, uhhhhh-- he passed by not so long ago - less than a day, I think. He went north - that's all we know, I swear!! Just let us go!
Chance of finding Grimwulf is now 60%
Fark off. *watches as the brigands run away* Well? Am I good or what?
*mildly amused pop-pop*
Poppin'? That's all I get? *spits* Moments like that make Grimwulf look generous.
Later that night at Zeppy's camp
That's the place.
*low rumbling*
Shhh! *whispering* Keep it down! The fire is still burning.
*barely audible pop*
And tell your stupid dogs to stay away! *begins searching tents carefully*
A bit later.
Fuckin' nothing. Just a crapton of empty bottles lying EVERYWHERE. Some canned food, firewood and worthless weapons.
*dissapointed gurgle*
Also, six beer bottles. ALL MINE!
*angry SHRIEK*
SHHHHHHH! I definitely heard something! *looking around* THERE!
*SLAMS the door open, halberd swingin'* AWRIGHT, YOU FUCKS, GIT REHDY TO BE REKD BY KAL-- oh. Hello.
*a young woman chained to the wall is watching Kalin without much interest* Hello.
*mumbles to himself* rec-time
You're not with Zeppy, I presume? Care to set me free?
Why should I?
I can make it worth your while. Pinky swear.
Sounds alluring.
*crawls inside*
*barely raises a brow* There is something gross crawling behind you.
She's with me. I call her Bimbo.
Nice to meet you, Bimbo. And you are?
Little Kalin, Son of Kalin. Call me Kalin.
Kalin. That sounds... Nevermind. Would you kindly open that crate in the corner? I would do it myself, but you see... *shackling chains*
Eh, crate? CRATE! SWEET LEWT!! *cracks open the crate*
- VSK-94 sniper rifle
- 20 AP rounds
- 8 military rations
- 700 silver
- a key
- 2 military knives
- 1 hand grenade
- Glock-17 (fully loaded)
- Something SPESHUL
Did you find a key, perchance?
Yah yah, gimme a moment. *rummages through the loot* What's that? A note?
Take your time. No rush.
*sighs, unchains the girl* YOU ARE WELCOME! Being ungrateful is becoming a new fucking trend in these parts!
Mind if I take the Glock?
In your dreams! I don't even know your name!
You are free to call me whatever you like. I also suggest we leave. Now.
*gurgling in agreement*
There is no "we".
How am I supposed to repay you if you send me away?
I have an idea or two. Two, actually.
Look, Kalin. It isn't safe here. Zeppy and her alcoholic warband is one thing, but... Let's just go.
Fine. But I will get my gratitude payment! AND a bonus!
I decided to take the north road.
Chance of finding Grimwulf is now 70%
Because Bilbo Bum.
The girl keeps to herself. No blowjobs yet. Hell, she didn't even say her name.
The dogs are nervous for some reason. Frequently stopping, lookin' behind, growlin' in the dark. Is somebody following us?
Fucking Grimwulf.
Three days later.
Lights.
Some sort of trading spot. I hope they got beer, coz I'm all out.
Food, beer, medicine, supplies! Everything a weary stranger needs!
Okay. And what's the deal with THEM?
Don't mind the ranchers. They are leaving any moment now.
*cautious pop*
They have their hands full with a particular man. These are muffalo ranchers, you see. A few days ago a madman attacked their ranch, brutally killing every single animal for some reason. Then he tried to escape, but these men can be very persistent. They chased this muffalo slayer to an abandoned tower west from here. He had to lock himself inside this tower.
Muffalo slayer, eh? Interesting. I think I'll have a chat. Don't go anywhere, Bamby.
*GURGLE*
*approaches the angry mob*
I'm Kalin Da Space Cop. What seems to be the problem?
Mind yer own business!
My business is dealing with criminals. They say you got problems with a particular one.
Aye, he's hiding inside ol' Kramnik Tower.
Why don't you kick the doors an' deliver some justice?
Dem doors are hard, mistah. And he's shooting flaming bolts when we come too close.
Flaming bolts you say?
We're siegin'. We'll starve him out. Most of us are patrollin' the area, some of us come 'ere to resupply every now and again.
Sounds like you've got everything uder control. This man - how does he look like?
Nobody can tell. Came out of nowher'. Killed our herd.
Life can be rough like that. Today you're a cool space cop traversing space. Tomorrow you're stuck on a backwards planet, trying hard to protect your ass from alien tentacle invasion.
A bit later.
Got beer?
First one on the house. *opens a bottle for Kalin* Say... I recognize your face, young lady. Are you..?
*smiles faintly*
What?
Allow me to take you back to your family. It will be an honor.
The honor is mine. However, I owe a certain debt to this... gentleman.
In this case I will gladly repay it. How does 1000 silver sound, friend?
Sounds rather-- FUCK, calm your dogs, Bilbo! What are they barking about?!
*HORRIFYING SHRIEEEEEEEEEK*
SHUT UP, Blib-- WHO'S THERE?! *notices a strange figure in the distance - he runs away after realizing he's been spotted*
I swear I could see him wearing white furs! Was it Grimwulf?!
*confused gurgling*
Dang it. Oi, bartender! Have you seen a man wearing white furs, with a scar on his right eye? Mumbling inane shit all the time?
Why, yes. There was a man in white furs passig by, although I cannot recall a scar... He was heading to the ferry NE of here. And another man stopped for a drink, he had a scar on his eye. But he wasn't wearing any furs. In fact, he was dressed in military uniform of some sort. I never saw anything like that before. He drank in silence for an hour or so, then headed north. Can't imagine why would anybody go north - it's a dead end. Nothing's there, apart from the old Harbinger.
Awright, awright, stop right there. Who or what is the Harbinger?
An old battleship left by a long forgotten civilization. It's over a century old, rusted and looted a thousand times. Still a beautiful sight to see.
Rite. What about the ferry - where can it take me?
A small outlander town on the coast. That's my home town. We are a small communistic community, living by the code of labor and honesty. You should visit some day, our glorious leader Trudy is very inspiring.
*contemplating*
Another beer? You should really see my merchandise while you're here. And please, accept my offer of gratefulness for saving--
Decision №1: The woman. 1000 silver doesn't simply fall from the sky. But there is something funny about her that makes you hesitate.
1. Hesitate? Must be the beer. SOLD! (you get 1000 silver)
2. Gotta try to convince her to stay in the team. Roll a d6.
1. She is insulted. Now you only get 500 silver.
2. You fail, but still get 1000 silver.
3. You fail, but still get 1000 silver.
4. You fail, but still get 1000 silver.
5. Success, she is recruited in KKK.
6. Success, she is recruited in KKK.
Bliblablubb, if you post before Kalin OR if he lets you do it willingly, you can attempt to mind control the woman. Usually it takes some time and a proper mood, but you should be able to pull it off anyway. You should.
If you succeed, she will become your thrall until you let it go. Somewhat like Spigot and Raj. However, if you fail to ASSUME DIRECT CONTROL, things might turn ugly. You guessed it - roll a d6.
1. Failure! The woman escapes. Kalin gets nothing.
2. Failure! Your attempt is revealed, Croc takes it personal. Kalin gets nothing.
3. Success! She is your thrall now.
4. Success! She is your thrall now.
5. Success! She is your thrall now.
6. Critical success! She is your thrall now, and Croc pays 500 silver for Kalin to keep her safe.
Decision №2: The merchant. Remember, all the stuff you gain during CYOA will make it to Season 3.
- 1618 silver (2618 in case you decide to accept Croc's offer)
- VSK-94 sniper rifle
- 20 AP rounds
- 8 military rations
- 2 military knives
- 1 hand grenade
- Glock-17 (fully loaded)
- 18 cans of vegetables
- 6 jerked meats
- 2 herbal medicines
- your halberd
- your clothing and armor
- Bliblablubb's laser
- medicine (real one) x40, for 50 silver each
- beer x120, for 18 silver each
- canned meat x70, for 12 silver each
- golden eye (snazzy), for 1900 silver
- components x12, for 30 silver each
- AK-47 x3, for 880 silver each
- 7,62mm FMJ x600, for 0,5 silver each
- 7,62mm HP x200, for 0,5 silver each
- 7,62mm AP x200, for 0,5 silver each
Buy whatever you want.
Bliblablubb, Croc asks if he can buy a labrador? He only needs one (you can choose which one yourself) and is willing to pay 500 silver.
Decision №3: The destination. Here comes the tough choice. Where do you head next, Kalin?
1. To the BESIEGED TOWER.
2. To the FERRY.
3. Follow the MYSTERIOUS MAN.
4. Head for THE HARBINGER.
5. No freakin' clue. Let Bliblablubb lead.
Consider the risks involved. Failure will result in returning back to Croc.
Remember - even if you don't find Grimwulf in a given location, there might be lewt or opportunities. Or maybe your death - who knows?
If the muffalo slayer isn't Grimwulf, you're gonna lose 2 days (-10% to finding Grimwulf) and 16 units of food (20 if you recruit the woman)
If the man in white furs isn't Grimwulf, you're gonna lose 3 day (-15% to finding Grimwulf) and 24 units of food (30 if you recruit the woman)
If the man with a scar isn't Grimwulf, you're gonna lose 3 days (-15% to finding Grimwulf) and 24 units of food (30 if you recruit the woman)
If the man who's following you isn't Grimwulf, you are gonna lose 1 day (-5% to finding Grimwulf) and 8 units of food (10 if you recruit the woman)
THIS ENDS CYOA
The mental link between Blib and Grim hasn't broken yet. So far you've been going in the right direction. Perhaps it's time to leave the rest to her?
Roll a d10. You current chance of succeess is 70%, and therefore:
1-3 - FAILUR
4-10 - SUCCESS
BONUS ROUND: What was that SOMETHING SPESHUL you found in that crate back in Zeppy's camp? Roll a d6.
1. BOOBY TRAP - you lose 2 fingers. Gotta be careful.
2. Bad smell. Like, really bad smell. (in other words, you get nothing)
3. Ice Cream! Better give it to Bimbo!
4. Two bottles of vodka. Now that's happiness.
5. Police uniform, armor vest, and baton! Groovy!
6. A bionic eye! Fuck yes! Now, how do I install it..?
P.S.: Gotta make it fair somehow, so here is another .rar archive protected by password. Inside is a .txt file with Grimwulf's location. I'll reveal the password once this CYOA is over.
we know spacecop school ain't perfect and sometimes they pass a few turds if you know what I mean, so we wanna help you out.
Harbinger and Ferry are best bets...
but Mysterious Stranger may make the decision clearer and won't cost much.
Working theory is : Grimwulf got drunk and threw away all his shit. So guy with flaming crossbow and white furs are just people who picked up his stuff. He's going to Harbinger for some reason. Resurrect Azira maybe using ancient alien technology.
HMMMMM
The grill is Grimwulf and Trudy's lovechild.
Sprigot has been resurected using powers of harbinger somehow, maybe by DR SPADE who sent him as proof to Grimwulf to lure him toward the Harbinger (who else would be shooting muffaloe?), and now he's going toward the Harbinger to ressurect Azira
Dr Spade is a mystery. Maybe the clue is that spade is the name of the head of a shovel.. hmmmm... has the KKK ever buried someone alive?.... AHHH...
Shovel's are used for digging... and digging is labor... DR SPADE is an old comrade...
DR SPADE IS DREED! Or HELLO FRIEND. Hello Friend dug more than Dreed did.
CONCLUSION: HARBINGER, it is the only thing that makes sense, the most dramatic place. Investigating the mystery man and the crossbowguy will help prepare you for what's coming. Bet you muffaloe slaughterer is Sprigot...
Look at that C&C! But if it turns out that we don't find the real Grimwulf, it'll all be fine because we can use Kalin's impressive surgical talent to stich together a new one out of the pseudo-Grimwulfs. If he pieces together a new one out of a mosaic of a muffalo-hater, an alcoholic, a crazed mutterer and some forest creeper then it's like we hardly lost the old one.
I know the writing is trash, but that's what you get when you post hasty updates after work.
In other news, our labradors are fully trained, all thanks to Blimbo. In fact, they are hauling most of our stuff.
When making choices, keep in mind that Season 3 starts at Saturday. There will be two more CYOA updates, provided Kalin shows up to make decisions. Therefore, he can only check two leads tops, and that's it. The link between Bliblablubb and Grimwulf will be broken, and the final d10 decides the outcome of this CYOA.
In any case, Kalin's leadership can't be that bad, right? Right?
P.S.: Gotta make it fair somehow, so here is another .rar archive protected by password. Inside is a .txt file with Grimwulf's location. I'll reveal the password once this CYOA is over.
Bliblablubb, roll a d6 for mind control check, and a d10 for ending of CYOA. In order to do that you gotta post something; then choose "more options" in upper right corner of your post; then select "roll"; then choose the right dice (d6 first, d10 second).
