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Your waiting will be over, in couple minutesOsudroid96 wrote:
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Episode - 2
Title: IDK
Team 1: Ship Inspection (Droid, Fujiya, Luca)
Location: Wrecked Shuttle - Interior
The ship's engine groaned like a dying beast.
Luca kicked aside a twisted sheet of metal, coughing as dust billowed up. "Man, it smells like burnt toast, not sure if it is safe to inhale."
Fujiya didn’t look up from the sparking console. "Focus. We need to recover anything functional." Her fingers danced over shattered screens, prying off panels with methodical precision.
Droid wiped sweat from his brow, squinting at a gutted wiring cluster. "Auxiliary power might still be intact, but the mainframe’s toast. Like, literally toast. I think that’s charcoal." He poked a blackened chip. It crumbled.
Luca crouched beside an overturned locker, grunting as he wrenched it open. "Bingo! Emergency rations!" He held up a dented box. "Fourteen protein bars, 3 batteries. This should last us a while!"
Fujiya finally glanced over, unimpressed. "Prioritize the computer. Starvation takes days. Being blind on this planet takes one mistake."
Droid sighed, yanking a cable. "Yeah, yeah-ow!*" A spark bit his finger. "Okay, new plan: you two hold these wires together while I jury-rig a bypass."
Luca squinted. "That sounds like a terrible plan."
Fujiya grabbed the cables. "It’s the only one we have."
--
Ten minutes of silent tinkering later:
The console sputtered, then flickered, a jagged hologram of the ship’s AI stuttering to life.
Glitchy AI Voice:
"Sys-tem reboo-kzzzt*-tial functional-ity restored. Warning: da-ta cor-rup-tion at 89%."*
Droid pumped his fist. "We got something!"
Fujiya immediately navigated to the GPS. The map loaded in choppy fragments-terrain outlines, a blinking red dot (them), and…
Luca leaned in. "Is that a building?"
A pulsing icon sat 3 miles northeast. Label: "STRUCTURE DETECTED."
Droid zoomed in. The image pixelated, but the shape was unmistakable-angular, artificial. Not a rock formation.
Fujiya’s voice was low. "That’s not natural. And it’s not one of ours."
Luca whistled. "This planet had no life, why are there structures?"
Droid swallowed. "Or there were . That could be ruins."
Fujiya closed the map. "We’ll discuss this with the others. First, let’s see what else still works."
She toggled another screen, a stat readout:
>[PARTY STATUS]
>Fujiya Sayo - Age: 17 - HP: 50 - ATK: 25 -
>Manga M. Grumpy - Age: 20 - HP: 70 - ATK: 35
>Luca - Age: 21 - HP: 55 - ATK: 20
>Droid - Age: 23 - HP: 70 - ATK: 30
>Corne2Plum3 - Age: 21 - HP: 120 - ATK: 55
>Atlas - Age: 22 - HP: 50 - ATK: 15
>Yro - Age: 24 - HP: 70 - ATK: 35
>179bpm - Age: 21 - HP: 90 - ATK: 45
>Xonte - Age: 20 - HP: 90 - ATK: 40
>Shiroverra - Age: 17 - HP: 65 - ATK: 20
>[INVENTORY: 14 FOOD, 3 BATTERIES]
Luca groaned. "Great. We’re a walking RPG now."
--------------
Team 2: Food & Water (Manga, 179bpm, Xonte, Atlas)
Location: Jungle Edge - Near a Stagnant Pond
The jungle loomed like a wall of teeth-thick vines, bioluminescent moss, and a humidity that clung to their skin. The pond ahead was too still, its surface coated in a faint iridescent sheen.
Atlas crouched, fingers tracing the damp soil. "Water’s close. And fish I can hear them."
Manga wiped his forehead, groaning. "Hear them? What, are they singing?"
179bpm rolled up his sleeves, scanning the treeline. "Let’s just grab what we can and get out. This place gives me the creeps."
Xonte leaned against a gnarled tree, arms crossed. "Yeah, no arguments here. You guys have fun playing survivalists. I’ll… keep watch."
Manga scoffed. "Oh, real brave."
---
Twenty minutes later:
Manga, despite his complaining, had somehow speared five fish with a sharpened stick. "Okay, fine, maybe I’m mildly useful."
179bpm gathered strange, bulbous berries after a tense debate with Atlas about edibility.
Atlas paused near a thick, vein-like root protruding from the ground. It pulsed faintly. "This… shouldn’t be doing that."
Then-the ground twitched.
A massive vine lashed out, wrapping around Xonte’s ankle and yanking him off his feet.
Xonte yelled, scrambling back. "WHAT THE ACTUAL-?!"
The plant monster emerged-a tangle of thick, sinewy vines and a bulbous central pod that split open to reveal rows of needle-like thorns. A faint bioluminescent glow pulsed beneath its bark-like skin.
179bpm’s fists clenched. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."
Manga dropped his fish, backing up. "Nope. NOPE. We trained for space bears, not this!"
*cannot run*
Manga in anger "WHAT IS THIS! A POKEMON FIGHT??"
Xonte "We have no other choice than to fight"
Boss Name: Thornmaw Bloom,
Type: Plant
HP: 200
ATK: 40
Turn 1:
Manga lunges with a sharpened stick, smacking the pod’s barky skin!
>35 damage dealt!
179bpm revs into motion, slamming into the boss with full force.
>45 damage dealt!
Xonte charges forward, slicing a vine with a clean strike!
>40 damage dealt!
Atlas steps up, guided only by instinct. He swings--
>…and smacks the air. The boss isn’t even on that side.
"he missed..."
Boss HP: 200 → 80
Turn 2:
The pod splits open. Vines whip forward like spears!
Target: Atlas
A vine smashes into Atlas's side, sending him rolling into a patch of glowing moss.
>Atlas takes 40 damage! (HP: 50 → 10)
Turn 3:
Manga snarls and lands another solid hit.
>35 damage!
179bpm bounces off a vine and headbutts the core.
>45 damage!
Xonte slices at the weakened pod.
>40 damage!
Atlas rises, bloodied but determined. He throws a shaky punch--
>This time…
…he hits the side of a rock.
"She missed... again."
Boss HP: 80 → 0
BOSS DEFEATED!
Thornmaw Bloom lets out a shrill, plantlike scream before imploding into a pile of steaming vines. The forest falls silent.
After a brutal scuffle, the plant collapsed into a twitching heap.
Atlas panted, clutching a bleeding gash on his arm. "That thing was waiting for us."
Xonte kicked its remains. "Yeah, and I don’t like how smart that feels."
179bpm stared at the jungle. "We need to get back. Now."
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Team 3: Area Recon (Corne, Shiro, Yro)
Location: Rocky Outcrops Near the Crash Site
The landscape here was wrong in small ways.
The rocks were too smooth, as if worn down by tools rather than wind. The few scattered plants had symmetrical patterns in their leaves-unnervingly precise.
Yro crouched, poking a mushroom. "Yo, Shiro, this one looks like a tiny umbrella. Safe to eat?"
Shiro adjusted her glasses, examining it. "This one’s edible. This one…" She held up an identical-looking fungus. "...will liquefy your kidneys in six hours."
Corne’s nose twitched. "Poison one smells like metal."
Yro blinked. "Wait, you can smell poison? That’s OP."
Shiro pocketed both. "We’ll need the toxic one later. For science."
As they moved deeper, Corne suddenly froze, ears swiveling.
Yro whispered. "What? More murder-plants?"
Corne didn’t answer. His gaze locked onto a half-buried metallic glint in the dirt.
He dug it out-a small, disc-like object, covered in etched symbols.
Shiro’s breath hitched. "That’s not ours. And it’s not natural."
Yro turned it over. "Looks old. Really old."
A distant screech echoed-too guttural for an animal, too structured for wind.
Corne’s fur bristled. "We leave. Now."
-------
Nightfall: The Campfire
Location: Makeshift Camp (Outside the Wreck)
The fire crackled, casting long shadows. The group huddled close, passing rations.
Luca broke the silence. "Okay, so-GPS says there’s a settlement. Fish-monster tried to eat Xonte. And Corne found alien bling."
Fujiya studied the disc. "These markings aren’t random. They’re language."
Droid paled. "But the briefing said no intelligent life."
Atlas’ voice was quiet. "Maybe they missed it."
Manga laughed nervously. "Or maybe they lied."
A beat.
Shiro cleared her throat. "The plant that attacked us? Its roots were connected to other plants. Like a network. That’s not normal evolution."
Corne growled low. "This place is hunting."
Yro tossed a pebble into the fire. "So… do we check out that settlement tomorrow? Or is that exactly how horror movies start?"
Fujiya’s eyes gleamed in the firelight. "We don’t have a choice."
----
Options:
Team 1: Scout the Settlement – Risk encountering whatever’s left of the civilization.
Team 2: Salvage the Ship Further – Dig for more answers or left resources.
Team 3: Forage Again - Find more food.
Additional Info:
>Inventory: 19 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 healing mushroom, 1 poison mushroom
Title: IDK
Team 1: Ship Inspection (Droid, Fujiya, Luca)
Location: Wrecked Shuttle - Interior
The ship's engine groaned like a dying beast.
Luca kicked aside a twisted sheet of metal, coughing as dust billowed up. "Man, it smells like burnt toast, not sure if it is safe to inhale."
Fujiya didn’t look up from the sparking console. "Focus. We need to recover anything functional." Her fingers danced over shattered screens, prying off panels with methodical precision.
Droid wiped sweat from his brow, squinting at a gutted wiring cluster. "Auxiliary power might still be intact, but the mainframe’s toast. Like, literally toast. I think that’s charcoal." He poked a blackened chip. It crumbled.
Luca crouched beside an overturned locker, grunting as he wrenched it open. "Bingo! Emergency rations!" He held up a dented box. "Fourteen protein bars, 3 batteries. This should last us a while!"
Fujiya finally glanced over, unimpressed. "Prioritize the computer. Starvation takes days. Being blind on this planet takes one mistake."
Droid sighed, yanking a cable. "Yeah, yeah-ow!*" A spark bit his finger. "Okay, new plan: you two hold these wires together while I jury-rig a bypass."
Luca squinted. "That sounds like a terrible plan."
Fujiya grabbed the cables. "It’s the only one we have."
--
Ten minutes of silent tinkering later:
The console sputtered, then flickered, a jagged hologram of the ship’s AI stuttering to life.
Glitchy AI Voice:
"Sys-tem reboo-kzzzt*-tial functional-ity restored. Warning: da-ta cor-rup-tion at 89%."*
Droid pumped his fist. "We got something!"
Fujiya immediately navigated to the GPS. The map loaded in choppy fragments-terrain outlines, a blinking red dot (them), and…
Luca leaned in. "Is that a building?"
A pulsing icon sat 3 miles northeast. Label: "STRUCTURE DETECTED."
Droid zoomed in. The image pixelated, but the shape was unmistakable-angular, artificial. Not a rock formation.
Fujiya’s voice was low. "That’s not natural. And it’s not one of ours."
Luca whistled. "This planet had no life, why are there structures?"
Droid swallowed. "Or there were . That could be ruins."
Fujiya closed the map. "We’ll discuss this with the others. First, let’s see what else still works."
She toggled another screen, a stat readout:
>[PARTY STATUS]
>Fujiya Sayo - Age: 17 - HP: 50 - ATK: 25 -
>Manga M. Grumpy - Age: 20 - HP: 70 - ATK: 35
>Luca - Age: 21 - HP: 55 - ATK: 20
>Droid - Age: 23 - HP: 70 - ATK: 30
>Corne2Plum3 - Age: 21 - HP: 120 - ATK: 55
>Atlas - Age: 22 - HP: 50 - ATK: 15
>Yro - Age: 24 - HP: 70 - ATK: 35
>179bpm - Age: 21 - HP: 90 - ATK: 45
>Xonte - Age: 20 - HP: 90 - ATK: 40
>Shiroverra - Age: 17 - HP: 65 - ATK: 20
>[INVENTORY: 14 FOOD, 3 BATTERIES]
Luca groaned. "Great. We’re a walking RPG now."
--------------
Team 2: Food & Water (Manga, 179bpm, Xonte, Atlas)
Location: Jungle Edge - Near a Stagnant Pond
The jungle loomed like a wall of teeth-thick vines, bioluminescent moss, and a humidity that clung to their skin. The pond ahead was too still, its surface coated in a faint iridescent sheen.
Atlas crouched, fingers tracing the damp soil. "Water’s close. And fish I can hear them."
Manga wiped his forehead, groaning. "Hear them? What, are they singing?"
179bpm rolled up his sleeves, scanning the treeline. "Let’s just grab what we can and get out. This place gives me the creeps."
Xonte leaned against a gnarled tree, arms crossed. "Yeah, no arguments here. You guys have fun playing survivalists. I’ll… keep watch."
Manga scoffed. "Oh, real brave."
---
Twenty minutes later:
Manga, despite his complaining, had somehow speared five fish with a sharpened stick. "Okay, fine, maybe I’m mildly useful."
179bpm gathered strange, bulbous berries after a tense debate with Atlas about edibility.
Atlas paused near a thick, vein-like root protruding from the ground. It pulsed faintly. "This… shouldn’t be doing that."
Then-the ground twitched.
A massive vine lashed out, wrapping around Xonte’s ankle and yanking him off his feet.
Xonte yelled, scrambling back. "WHAT THE ACTUAL-?!"
The plant monster emerged-a tangle of thick, sinewy vines and a bulbous central pod that split open to reveal rows of needle-like thorns. A faint bioluminescent glow pulsed beneath its bark-like skin.
179bpm’s fists clenched. "Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."
Manga dropped his fish, backing up. "Nope. NOPE. We trained for space bears, not this!"
*cannot run*
Manga in anger "WHAT IS THIS! A POKEMON FIGHT??"
Xonte "We have no other choice than to fight"
Boss Name: Thornmaw Bloom,
Type: Plant
HP: 200
ATK: 40
Turn 1:
Manga lunges with a sharpened stick, smacking the pod’s barky skin!
>35 damage dealt!
179bpm revs into motion, slamming into the boss with full force.
>45 damage dealt!
Xonte charges forward, slicing a vine with a clean strike!
>40 damage dealt!
Atlas steps up, guided only by instinct. He swings--
>…and smacks the air. The boss isn’t even on that side.
"he missed..."
Boss HP: 200 → 80
Turn 2:
The pod splits open. Vines whip forward like spears!
Target: Atlas
A vine smashes into Atlas's side, sending him rolling into a patch of glowing moss.
>Atlas takes 40 damage! (HP: 50 → 10)
Turn 3:
Manga snarls and lands another solid hit.
>35 damage!
179bpm bounces off a vine and headbutts the core.
>45 damage!
Xonte slices at the weakened pod.
>40 damage!
Atlas rises, bloodied but determined. He throws a shaky punch--
>This time…
…he hits the side of a rock.
"She missed... again."
Boss HP: 80 → 0
BOSS DEFEATED!
Thornmaw Bloom lets out a shrill, plantlike scream before imploding into a pile of steaming vines. The forest falls silent.
After a brutal scuffle, the plant collapsed into a twitching heap.
Atlas panted, clutching a bleeding gash on his arm. "That thing was waiting for us."
Xonte kicked its remains. "Yeah, and I don’t like how smart that feels."
179bpm stared at the jungle. "We need to get back. Now."
-------
Team 3: Area Recon (Corne, Shiro, Yro)
Location: Rocky Outcrops Near the Crash Site
The landscape here was wrong in small ways.
The rocks were too smooth, as if worn down by tools rather than wind. The few scattered plants had symmetrical patterns in their leaves-unnervingly precise.
Yro crouched, poking a mushroom. "Yo, Shiro, this one looks like a tiny umbrella. Safe to eat?"
Shiro adjusted her glasses, examining it. "This one’s edible. This one…" She held up an identical-looking fungus. "...will liquefy your kidneys in six hours."
Corne’s nose twitched. "Poison one smells like metal."
Yro blinked. "Wait, you can smell poison? That’s OP."
Shiro pocketed both. "We’ll need the toxic one later. For science."
As they moved deeper, Corne suddenly froze, ears swiveling.
Yro whispered. "What? More murder-plants?"
Corne didn’t answer. His gaze locked onto a half-buried metallic glint in the dirt.
He dug it out-a small, disc-like object, covered in etched symbols.
Shiro’s breath hitched. "That’s not ours. And it’s not natural."
Yro turned it over. "Looks old. Really old."
A distant screech echoed-too guttural for an animal, too structured for wind.
Corne’s fur bristled. "We leave. Now."
-------
Nightfall: The Campfire
Location: Makeshift Camp (Outside the Wreck)
The fire crackled, casting long shadows. The group huddled close, passing rations.
Luca broke the silence. "Okay, so-GPS says there’s a settlement. Fish-monster tried to eat Xonte. And Corne found alien bling."
Fujiya studied the disc. "These markings aren’t random. They’re language."
Droid paled. "But the briefing said no intelligent life."
Atlas’ voice was quiet. "Maybe they missed it."
Manga laughed nervously. "Or maybe they lied."
A beat.
Shiro cleared her throat. "The plant that attacked us? Its roots were connected to other plants. Like a network. That’s not normal evolution."
Corne growled low. "This place is hunting."
Yro tossed a pebble into the fire. "So… do we check out that settlement tomorrow? Or is that exactly how horror movies start?"
Fujiya’s eyes gleamed in the firelight. "We don’t have a choice."
----
Options:
Team 1: Scout the Settlement – Risk encountering whatever’s left of the civilization.
Team 2: Salvage the Ship Further – Dig for more answers or left resources.
Team 3: Forage Again - Find more food.
Additional Info:
>Inventory: 19 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 healing mushroom, 1 poison mushroom
Make sure to give feedback, specially for the audio and image for the boss fight, if I should include them more often for other scene, or without them the episode are better. I again tried to cut some lines because the word count again reached 1k+ xD
Topic Starter
This time you have 48hours to tell me your choice. you are free to discuss it here or anywhere BUT MAKE SURE TO DIRECT MESSAGE ME YOUR CHOICE.
Some mechanics I wanted to mention in the episode but couldnt since they didnt fit fell in the dialogue.
You must eat food, at least 1 time in 2days, or else you will get weak(-ATK).
For health healing items like healing mushroom works greats, specially if used by atlas on himself or on others.
To use items in the inventory, Tell me VIA DM on what item you want to use. You can only use items within the time period of choosing a choice.
Some mechanics I wanted to mention in the episode but couldnt since they didnt fit fell in the dialogue.
You must eat food, at least 1 time in 2days, or else you will get weak(-ATK).
For health healing items like healing mushroom works greats, specially if used by atlas on himself or on others.
To use items in the inventory, Tell me VIA DM on what item you want to use. You can only use items within the time period of choosing a choice.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS NEW EPISODE!!!!! Manishh you are the GOAT
HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOME PEAK SAUCE LMAOOOOOO I LOVE MY BOI XONTE.
i love how this is going and damn it kinda gives me undertale/deltrarune vibes idk
and that music behind the fight was not really that expected lol-
manishh is stiring it pot.. let my man own the kitchen..
i love how this is going and damn it kinda gives me undertale/deltrarune vibes idk
and that music behind the fight was not really that expected lol-
manishh is stiring it pot.. let my man own the kitchen..
MANISHH IS COOKING!!!
I'm going team 1, I think. Thoughts?
I'm going team 1, I think. Thoughts?
I think that there is still something useful in the ship, better send more physically strong ones for exploration, at least while there is a choice.Corne2Plum3 wrote:
Thoughts?
thoughts:
- not sure if its a good idea for Corne to choose the most dangerous option, as there may be some kind of trap like a sudden death and we'll lose our only HP tank for nothing. But that decision in his style so whatever
- also, same thing for Atlas, probably we should keep him in the safest place as if he's dead (next boss will likely oneshot him, aswell as me) we are doomed, and it seems he can't heal in the middle of a fight anyway, so...
Damn we are some old ass high schoolers
this is awesome
Fujiya wrote:
I think that there is still something useful in the ship, better send more physically strong ones for exploration, at least while there is a choice.Corne2Plum3 wrote:
Thoughts?
thoughts:
- not sure if its a good idea for Corne to choose the most dangerous option, as there may be some kind of trap like a sudden death and we'll lose our only HP tank for nothing. But that decision in his style so whatever
- also, same thing for Atlas, probably we should keep him in the safest place as if he's dead (next boss will likely oneshot him, aswell as me) we are doomed, and it seems he can't heal in the middle of a fight anyway, so...
Atlas wrote:
I am choosing to salvage the ship, basically if we can dig around for more answers and resources that are useful then I think we have a better chance on surviving... whatever this is.
Yeah, and you’re like the oldest of the bunchDM FOR MUTUAL wrote:
Damn we are some old ass high schoolers
What even is the school system in this universe like???
Topic Starter
I thought it be funny so I gave atlas a 50% chance to miss. And also bosses here 'mainly'choose a player to attack randomly
I think I'm staying at the ship, so team number 2.
In character: I'm more confortable here than near that wolf...
In character: I'm more confortable here than near that wolf...
Topic Starter
Ah I had a question, you guys happy with the current length of the episodes? Do you prefer it to be shorter or longer?
I'm not tank I'm DPSFujiya wrote:
I think that there is still something useful in the ship, better send more physically strong ones for exploration, at least while there is a choice.Corne2Plum3 wrote:
Thoughts?
thoughts:
- not sure if its a good idea for Corne to choose the most dangerous option, as there may be some kind of trap like a sudden death and we'll lose our only HP tank for nothing. But that decision in his style so whatever
- also, same thing for Atlas, probably we should keep him in the safest place as if he's dead (next boss will likely oneshot him, aswell as me) we are doomed, and it seems he can't heal in the middle of a fight anyway, so...
Topic Starter
Osudroid96 wrote:
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS NEW EPISODE!!!!! Manishh you are the GOAT
Noreu wrote:
HOLY SHIT THIS IS SOME PEAK SAUCE LMAOOOOOO I LOVE MY BOI XONTE.
i love how this is going and damn it kinda gives me undertale/deltrarune vibes idk
and that music behind the fight was not really that expected lol-
manishh is stiring it pot.. let my man own the kitchen..
Corne2Plum3 wrote:
MANISHH IS COOKING!!!
Thanks homies <3JLuca913 891 wrote:
this is awesome
Oh come on I will never do such thingsFujiya wrote:
there may be some kind of trap like a sudden deathCorne2Plum3 wrote:
Thoughts?
Depending on how much people are in team 1, i might go for that team just to be safe
The length is fineManishh wrote:
Ah I had a question, you guys happy with the current length of the episodes? Do you prefer it to be shorter or longer?
Topic Starter
I have completed the full structure for the story. There will be 4 major episode that will add to the story and then there will be 12 filler episodes
my thought is im gonna follow you to secretly study you, also i can try be a healer with the limited resources we have if anyone got hurtCorne2Plum3 wrote:
MANISHH IS COOKING!!!
I'm going team 1, I think. Thoughts?
that fight was brutal. im worried for atlas, i dont want to see anyone die in this story
I wonder how Manishh would react if everyone decided to stay near the camp
And also how people from the future can be so lazy, looks like the whole journey takes no more than a few hours (takeoff->small talk in wormhole->seeing planet), but of course no one is going to look for us for days, damn
And also how people from the future can be so lazy, looks like the whole journey takes no more than a few hours (takeoff->small talk in wormhole->seeing planet), but of course no one is going to look for us for days, damn
Fujiya wrote:
I wonder how Manishh would react if everyone decided to stay near the camp
And also how people from the future can be so lazy, looks like the whole journey takes no more than a few hours (takeoff->small talk in wormhole->seeing planet), but of course no one is going to look for us for days, damn
they dont care about us. my hypothesis is that we are sent as a test and the people who would be searching for us are in on the plan.
Topic Starter
Maybe they have bad internet connection.
or maybe they are already tried to search but planet have some sort of defense barrier that not letting cosmic trash (as well as ships) pass, and its fortune that we lived, but no one from rescue did. Tho, destroyed and falling rescue ship may convert to airdrop, and, and... there will be cookies or idk
Topic Starter
But didn't they say it was a safe planet to visit
liars...Manishh wrote:
But didn't they say it was a safe planet to visit
maybe they used rovers to explore and such small object entering barrier is not detectible
actually here on earth we need some kind of that system to protect it from dangerous asteroids
i feel like earth need to be protected from human more rather than asteroid
almonds wrote:
i feel like earth need to be protected from human more rather than asteroid
I just realized that at the current rate story will take ~2 months
Topic Starter
Hmm i thought it be longer
Topic Starter
Episode 3: Whispers in the Ruins
Morning at Camp - A Slow Awakening
The campfire had burned down to glowing embers, casting long, flickering shadows across the makeshift shelters. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and charred metal, a constant reminder of their crash.
Luca groaned as he stretched, his back popping audibly. He rubbed his eyes, blinking against the pale light of Kaltheos Prime’s twin suns. "Ugh. I swear, if I ever get back home, I’m never sleeping on the ground again. Give me a bed. A real one. With pillows."
Manga rolled onto his side, his face half-buried in his jacket. "You’re lucky you got sleep at all," he muttered. "Some of us were on watch listening to you snore like a dying engine."
Xonte sat up, scratching at the stubble on his chin. He reached for a protein bar, turning it over in his hands before tearing into it with little enthusiasm. "Tastes like cardboard and regret," he remarked, chewing slowly.
Nearby, Atlas winced as he shifted, his injured arm throbbing. Shiroverra knelt beside him, carefully unwrapping the bandage to inspect the wound. The gash was deep, the edges an angry red.
"Hold still," she murmured, pressing a healing mushroom against it. The flesh hissed faintly as the enzymes worked, knitting the skin back together.
Atlas sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull away. "Can’t see it, so I’ll just pretend it’s not happening," he joked weakly.
Shiroverra smirked. "Brave words for someone who just flinched."
Across the camp, Corne2Plum3 stood at the tree line, his fur bristling slightly in the morning breeze. His golden eyes scanned the horizon, his nostrils flaring as he tested the air.
"Storm’s coming," he rumbled. "Wind’s shifting."
Yro bounced on her toes, her energy seemingly boundless despite the circumstances. "Then let’s get moving! Settlement’s not gonna explore itself!"
Team 1: The Settlement - A Haunting Discovery
The path to the settlement was overgrown, the jungle reclaiming what had once been a well-trodden road. Vines snaked across the ground, curling around broken fragments of what might have been pottery or tools. The air here was still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something else-something metallic.
Xonte kicked a shattered clay pot, the fragments skittering across the ground. "Cheery place," he remarked dryly.
Shiroverra crouched, brushing dust off a small, carved figurine-a child’s toy, its edges worn smooth from handling. "They were here," she murmured. "Recently. This isn’t ancient."
179bpm shifted uneasily, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Then where are they?"
Corne didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on the scorch marks that marred the walls of the nearest building. Deep grooves, like claws, raked across the brickwork. He stepped closer, sniffing the air.
"Taken," he finally said.
The group moved deeper into the ruins, their footsteps echoing unnaturally in the silence. The buildings were modern-or at least, they had been. Brick and mortar, now collapsed or blackened by fire. Doors hung off hinges, windows shattered.
Yro nudged open a half-collapsed door with her foot, peering inside. "Hello? Anybody home?"
No answer.
They searched the houses one by one, finding little at first-discarded tools, torn fabric, the remnants of lives interrupted. Then, in a small home near the center of the village, Xonte spotted something.
A loose floorboard.
He pried it up, revealing a hidden compartment beneath. Inside:
7 smoked meats, wrapped in some kind of preserved leaf.
3 lightweight armors, sleek and oddly human-sized.
4 medkits, labels printed in Earth Standard and language.
Yro let out a low whistle. "Well, this is weird. Why are they human looking."
Xonte wasn’t convinced. He picked up one of the armors, turning it over in his hands. "Or luring us into a trap."
Shiroverra ignored them, her attention caught by something else-a piece of paper, half-buried under debris. She pulled it free, smoothing it out.
A child’s drawing.
Crude, but unmistakable.
Shiroverra tried explaining the drawing, "Robots looking creature-both ground and flying-firing at alien looking creature. And in the left, a humanoid figure, arm raised as if giving orders.
179bpm leaned over her shoulder, squinting. "That supposed to be…?"
He didn’t finish the thought.
Corne sniffed the paper, his ears twitching. "Not him," he said simply. "Older. Different."
Yro took the drawing, flipping it over. On the back, a single word was scrawled in shaky letters.
"*alien writing*"
---
Team 2: Ship Salvage - Digging for Answers
Back at the wreck, the air was thick with the smell of burnt wiring and ozone.
Droid knelt beside the AI core, his fingers moving deftly over the exposed circuitry. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he carefully reconnected a frayed wire.
"Okay, buddy," he muttered. "Don’t freak out on me this time-"
The AI blinked online, its voice smoother now, though still laced with static.
"Sys-tem stab-ilized. Welcome back, meatbags."
Luca choked. "Did it just call us-?"
Manga reached over, patting the console like it was a dog. "Attaboy."
Fujiya ignored them, her fingers flying over the cracked interface. "Corrupted files… can’t recover most of it." She paused, her brow furrowing. "But look."
She pointed to a log entry-a deletion marker, timestamped just before the crash.
"Someone manually wiped these," she said. "Recently."
Atlas tilted his head. "Manishh?"
Droid swallowed hard. "Or the government. Either way, we weren’t supposed to see… whatever this was."
Luca kicked a broken chair, sending it skidding across the floor. "So what, we’re part of some cover-up?!"
Manga tossed him a protein bar. "Eat. You’re crankier when you’re hungry."
Fujiya didn’t look up. "The AI can scan items now. Useful. But I’d prefer answers."
Nightfall: The Discussion - Tensions Rise
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows across the circle of faces.
Yro flopped onto a log, stretching her legs out. "Okay, spill. Who left us presents?"
Shiroverra laid the child’s drawing on the ground, smoothing the edges. The firelight flickered over the crude lines, making the robots seem almost alive.
Droid paled. "You think the government sent robots to… clean up?"
179bpm cracked his knuckles. "Explains the no-bodies."
Atlas sighed. "And the deleted files."
Xonte scoffed, tossing a pebble into the fire. "Or Manishh’s a liar. He ‘dies,’ sabotages us, and boom we’re stranded with his creepy little care package." He gestured to the armor they’d found. "Human-sized. Human meds. Either he’s alive, or he packed us a goodbye gift before yeeting himself into space."
Fujiya adjusted her glasses, the firelight reflecting coldly in her lenses. "Irrelevant. If he wanted us dead, why herd us into the safe room during the crash? Why leave supplies at all?"
179bpm rubbed his temples. "Okay, but-let’s say he did sabotage the ship. Why? Government orders?"
Droid hunched over, voice shaky. "Or… the government sabotaged him. That deletion log wasn’t just mission data it was crew files. Like someone erased him from the system."
A beat. Shiroverra stiffened. "You think he found out something? Something they didn’t want us to know?"
Luca threw up his hands. "Oh, great. So now our guide’s either a murderer or a fugitive?"
Atlas leaned forward. "Hold on. Let’s say Manishh is alive. Why stash armor in an alien ruin? Why not just… I dunno, meet us?"
Yro twirled her knife. "Maybe he’s hiding from the same thing that wiped this place out."
Manga groaned. "Or maybe he’s just a drama queen."
Corne2Plum3’s growl cut through the chatter. "The armor’s used. Smells like sweat, gun oil. Not new."
Fujiya tapped the child’s drawing. "This ‘leader’ the kid drew might be Manishh.. Which means commanded those robots?"
Xonte narrowed his eyes. "So what, the government sent them to kill the locals, then sent us as… what, cleanup?"
Luca blinked. "But… why us?"
Fujiya didn’t flinch. "Plausible deniability. If we die, we’re ‘reckless students.’ No war crimes, just tragedy."
Atlas exhaled sharply. "And Manishh? Where’s he stand in this?"
Droid fiddled with his sleeve. "I don't know"
Corne’s ears flicked. "Would you have believed him?"
Silence.
Yro broke it, voice uncharacteristically quiet. "We are arguing over someone who might not even be alive.. he is most likely dead..."
Corne nodded once.
The fire popped. Somewhere in the dark, something scratched at the tree line.
Atlas tilted his head. "…Anyone else hear that?"
Luca swallowed. "New rule: No more horror movie lines after sunset."
Luca’s stomach growled loudly.
Manga smirked. "Priority one: Feed the puppy."
Corne stood abruptly, his silhouette towering against the firelight. "I hunt at dawn," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Anyone who hasnt eaten in 2 days won’t last tomorrow."
A heavy silence followed.
Three of them hadn’t eaten in two days.
Next Day’s Options
Team 1: Explore Settlement Further.
Team 2: Salvage Ship Again.
Team 3: Forage for Food.
Yro grinned. "I call dibs on murder-bot archaeology."
Manga groaned. "I call dibs on not starving."
Droid paled.
Morning at Camp - A Slow Awakening
The campfire had burned down to glowing embers, casting long, flickering shadows across the makeshift shelters. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and charred metal, a constant reminder of their crash.
Luca groaned as he stretched, his back popping audibly. He rubbed his eyes, blinking against the pale light of Kaltheos Prime’s twin suns. "Ugh. I swear, if I ever get back home, I’m never sleeping on the ground again. Give me a bed. A real one. With pillows."
Manga rolled onto his side, his face half-buried in his jacket. "You’re lucky you got sleep at all," he muttered. "Some of us were on watch listening to you snore like a dying engine."
Xonte sat up, scratching at the stubble on his chin. He reached for a protein bar, turning it over in his hands before tearing into it with little enthusiasm. "Tastes like cardboard and regret," he remarked, chewing slowly.
Nearby, Atlas winced as he shifted, his injured arm throbbing. Shiroverra knelt beside him, carefully unwrapping the bandage to inspect the wound. The gash was deep, the edges an angry red.
"Hold still," she murmured, pressing a healing mushroom against it. The flesh hissed faintly as the enzymes worked, knitting the skin back together.
Atlas sucked in a sharp breath but didn’t pull away. "Can’t see it, so I’ll just pretend it’s not happening," he joked weakly.
Shiroverra smirked. "Brave words for someone who just flinched."
Across the camp, Corne2Plum3 stood at the tree line, his fur bristling slightly in the morning breeze. His golden eyes scanned the horizon, his nostrils flaring as he tested the air.
"Storm’s coming," he rumbled. "Wind’s shifting."
Yro bounced on her toes, her energy seemingly boundless despite the circumstances. "Then let’s get moving! Settlement’s not gonna explore itself!"
Team 1: The Settlement - A Haunting Discovery
The path to the settlement was overgrown, the jungle reclaiming what had once been a well-trodden road. Vines snaked across the ground, curling around broken fragments of what might have been pottery or tools. The air here was still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and something else-something metallic.
Xonte kicked a shattered clay pot, the fragments skittering across the ground. "Cheery place," he remarked dryly.
Shiroverra crouched, brushing dust off a small, carved figurine-a child’s toy, its edges worn smooth from handling. "They were here," she murmured. "Recently. This isn’t ancient."
179bpm shifted uneasily, his fingers twitching at his sides. "Then where are they?"
Corne didn’t answer. His gaze was fixed on the scorch marks that marred the walls of the nearest building. Deep grooves, like claws, raked across the brickwork. He stepped closer, sniffing the air.
"Taken," he finally said.
The group moved deeper into the ruins, their footsteps echoing unnaturally in the silence. The buildings were modern-or at least, they had been. Brick and mortar, now collapsed or blackened by fire. Doors hung off hinges, windows shattered.
Yro nudged open a half-collapsed door with her foot, peering inside. "Hello? Anybody home?"
No answer.
They searched the houses one by one, finding little at first-discarded tools, torn fabric, the remnants of lives interrupted. Then, in a small home near the center of the village, Xonte spotted something.
A loose floorboard.
He pried it up, revealing a hidden compartment beneath. Inside:
7 smoked meats, wrapped in some kind of preserved leaf.
3 lightweight armors, sleek and oddly human-sized.
4 medkits, labels printed in Earth Standard and language.
Yro let out a low whistle. "Well, this is weird. Why are they human looking."
Xonte wasn’t convinced. He picked up one of the armors, turning it over in his hands. "Or luring us into a trap."
Shiroverra ignored them, her attention caught by something else-a piece of paper, half-buried under debris. She pulled it free, smoothing it out.
A child’s drawing.
Crude, but unmistakable.
Shiroverra tried explaining the drawing, "Robots looking creature-both ground and flying-firing at alien looking creature. And in the left, a humanoid figure, arm raised as if giving orders.
179bpm leaned over her shoulder, squinting. "That supposed to be…?"
He didn’t finish the thought.
Corne sniffed the paper, his ears twitching. "Not him," he said simply. "Older. Different."
Yro took the drawing, flipping it over. On the back, a single word was scrawled in shaky letters.
"*alien writing*"
---
Team 2: Ship Salvage - Digging for Answers
Back at the wreck, the air was thick with the smell of burnt wiring and ozone.
Droid knelt beside the AI core, his fingers moving deftly over the exposed circuitry. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he carefully reconnected a frayed wire.
"Okay, buddy," he muttered. "Don’t freak out on me this time-"
The AI blinked online, its voice smoother now, though still laced with static.
"Sys-tem stab-ilized. Welcome back, meatbags."
Luca choked. "Did it just call us-?"
Manga reached over, patting the console like it was a dog. "Attaboy."
Fujiya ignored them, her fingers flying over the cracked interface. "Corrupted files… can’t recover most of it." She paused, her brow furrowing. "But look."
She pointed to a log entry-a deletion marker, timestamped just before the crash.
"Someone manually wiped these," she said. "Recently."
Atlas tilted his head. "Manishh?"
Droid swallowed hard. "Or the government. Either way, we weren’t supposed to see… whatever this was."
Luca kicked a broken chair, sending it skidding across the floor. "So what, we’re part of some cover-up?!"
Manga tossed him a protein bar. "Eat. You’re crankier when you’re hungry."
Fujiya didn’t look up. "The AI can scan items now. Useful. But I’d prefer answers."
Nightfall: The Discussion - Tensions Rise
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows across the circle of faces.
Yro flopped onto a log, stretching her legs out. "Okay, spill. Who left us presents?"
Shiroverra laid the child’s drawing on the ground, smoothing the edges. The firelight flickered over the crude lines, making the robots seem almost alive.
Droid paled. "You think the government sent robots to… clean up?"
179bpm cracked his knuckles. "Explains the no-bodies."
Atlas sighed. "And the deleted files."
Xonte scoffed, tossing a pebble into the fire. "Or Manishh’s a liar. He ‘dies,’ sabotages us, and boom we’re stranded with his creepy little care package." He gestured to the armor they’d found. "Human-sized. Human meds. Either he’s alive, or he packed us a goodbye gift before yeeting himself into space."
Fujiya adjusted her glasses, the firelight reflecting coldly in her lenses. "Irrelevant. If he wanted us dead, why herd us into the safe room during the crash? Why leave supplies at all?"
179bpm rubbed his temples. "Okay, but-let’s say he did sabotage the ship. Why? Government orders?"
Droid hunched over, voice shaky. "Or… the government sabotaged him. That deletion log wasn’t just mission data it was crew files. Like someone erased him from the system."
A beat. Shiroverra stiffened. "You think he found out something? Something they didn’t want us to know?"
Luca threw up his hands. "Oh, great. So now our guide’s either a murderer or a fugitive?"
Atlas leaned forward. "Hold on. Let’s say Manishh is alive. Why stash armor in an alien ruin? Why not just… I dunno, meet us?"
Yro twirled her knife. "Maybe he’s hiding from the same thing that wiped this place out."
Manga groaned. "Or maybe he’s just a drama queen."
Corne2Plum3’s growl cut through the chatter. "The armor’s used. Smells like sweat, gun oil. Not new."
Fujiya tapped the child’s drawing. "This ‘leader’ the kid drew might be Manishh.. Which means commanded those robots?"
Xonte narrowed his eyes. "So what, the government sent them to kill the locals, then sent us as… what, cleanup?"
Luca blinked. "But… why us?"
Fujiya didn’t flinch. "Plausible deniability. If we die, we’re ‘reckless students.’ No war crimes, just tragedy."
Atlas exhaled sharply. "And Manishh? Where’s he stand in this?"
Droid fiddled with his sleeve. "I don't know"
Corne’s ears flicked. "Would you have believed him?"
Silence.
Yro broke it, voice uncharacteristically quiet. "We are arguing over someone who might not even be alive.. he is most likely dead..."
Corne nodded once.
The fire popped. Somewhere in the dark, something scratched at the tree line.
Atlas tilted his head. "…Anyone else hear that?"
Luca swallowed. "New rule: No more horror movie lines after sunset."
Luca’s stomach growled loudly.
Manga smirked. "Priority one: Feed the puppy."
Corne stood abruptly, his silhouette towering against the firelight. "I hunt at dawn," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Anyone who hasnt eaten in 2 days won’t last tomorrow."
A heavy silence followed.
Three of them hadn’t eaten in two days.
Next Day’s Options
Team 1: Explore Settlement Further.
Team 2: Salvage Ship Again.
Team 3: Forage for Food.
Yro grinned. "I call dibs on murder-bot archaeology."
Manga groaned. "I call dibs on not starving."
Droid paled.
Additional Info:
>Inventory: 23 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 poison mushroom, 3 armor, 4 healing medicine, 1 Drawing
>Inventory: 23 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 poison mushroom, 3 armor, 4 healing medicine, 1 Drawing
Topic Starter
Just so you guys know, you all missed some clues and lines by not going for foraging food
How to know if we didn't are for 2 days?
That drawing is worthy of being in a museum.
Topic Starter
Each episode represents one day. The most recent episode was Day 3. Since you all arrived on Day 1, I didn’t count that day for hunger. Currently, some of you haven’t eaten on Day 2 and Day 3(Current) meaning if you dont eat today, then you've gone two days without food.Corne2Plum3 wrote:
How to know if we didn't are for 2 days?
Going two days without eating will apply a debuff to your character, reducing both health and attack power.
xD, Thats the best I could do xDOsudroid96 wrote:
That drawing is worthy of being in a museum.
So we have to specify that we want to eat?Manishh wrote:
Each episode represents one day. The most recent episode was Day 3. Since you all arrived on Day 1, I didn’t count that day for hunger. Currently, some of you haven’t eaten on Day 2 and Day 3 meaning you've gone two days without food.Corne2Plum3 wrote:
How to know if we didn't are for 2 days?
Going two days without eating will apply a debuff to your character, reducing both health and attack power.
Topic Starter
yeah, while DM'ing me your choice.Osudroid96 wrote:
So we have to specify that we want to eat?Manishh wrote:
Each episode represents one day. The most recent episode was Day 3. Since you all arrived on Day 1, I didn’t count that day for hunger. Currently, some of you haven’t eaten on Day 2 and Day 3 meaning you've gone two days without food.Corne2Plum3 wrote:
How to know if we didn't are for 2 days?
Going two days without eating will apply a debuff to your character, reducing both health and attack power.
ex- Team1, I will eat 1 food/I will use 1 med.
Yro wrote:
What are we supposed to do with a poison mushroom, should I try eating it
Party episode in the ship with mushrooms and all that stuff.DM FOR MUTUAL wrote:
Yro wrote:
What are we supposed to do with a poison mushroom, should I try eating it
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In character: I think it's time for me to leave the ship, I don't think we can get much more out of this. I'll join Team 1
Unless you need me sowhere, I plan taking option 1 again
Topic Starter
I am starting to hate the fact non of you have died yet
Oh noManishh wrote:
I am starting to hate the fact non of you have died yet
!!!Manishh wrote:
I am starting to hate the fact non of you have died yet
As I said before, there's still something in the ship, so Team 2 and have to eat something....
I suggest that most people split up into exploring the ruins/searching for food, since it looks like ship's computer only need 1 person to operate
that drawing doesn't look like it could have been made by a human wtf..
I suggest that most people split up into exploring the ruins/searching for food, since it looks like ship's computer only need 1 person to operate
we just found a drawing of a humanoid figure commanding a murder robots and drones, if this drawing isn't depicting fiction from the clues we have this thing seems to be the thing that wipe out a civilization on this planet. i think it's best to not have people scatter around, and we do have enough food that can last us for daysManishh wrote:
Just so you guys know, you all missed some clues and lines by not going for foraging food
so team 1 and feast on whatever food we have to eat
hmmmmmmManishh wrote:
I am starting to hate the fact non of you have died yet
Can we still get the clues if we go forage? If so then I'll go with team 3
holy smokes I forgot to read this
don't kill me manish
don't kill me manish
wait manish is my character not hungry? just asking because I'm quite confused as well
Topic Starter
Ah I finally understand the confusion.JLuca913 891 wrote:
wait manish is my character not hungry? just asking because I'm quite confused as well
So basically for you
Episode 1 = Day 1 -> not count because you had no choice yet
Episode 2 = Day 2 -> 1 days without eating
Episode 3 = day 3 -> you ate
Episode 4 = Day 4 -> 1 day without eating
Episode 5 = Day 5 -> 2 day without eating
Episode 6 = Day 6 -> Debuff
Topic Starter
Yup you will.179bpm wrote:
Can we still get the clues if we go forage? If so then I'll go with team 3
alright thanks I get it nowManishh wrote:
Ah I finally understand the confusion.JLuca913 891 wrote:
wait manish is my character not hungry? just asking because I'm quite confused as well
So basically for you
Episode 1 = Day 1 -> not count because you had no choice yet
Episode 2 = Day 2 -> 1 days without eating
Episode 3 = day 3 -> you ate
Episode 4 = Day 4 -> 1 day without eating
Episode 5 = Day 5 -> 2 day without eating
Episode 6 = Day 6 -> Debuff
I thought it was irl days so
Topic Starter
Episode 4: Vanished Without a Trace
Morning at Camp
The twin suns of Kaltheos Prime had barely crested the horizon when the argument began.
Luca sat cross-legged by the fire, gnawing on his protein bar like it had personally offended him. His eyes tracked Corne2Plum3 as the massive wolf-man reached into their dwindling supplies and-without ceremony-took two rations.
"Uh, big guy?" Luca waved his half-eaten bar. "We’re kinda on starvation rations here. What’s with the double dip?"
Corne didn’t pause as he tore open the first wrapper with his teeth. "Bigger body," he rumbled between chews. "Bigger needs."
A beat of silence. Then-
Manga, without looking up from where he lounged against his pack, lazily snagged two bars for himself.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Yro gasped so dramatically she nearly toppled backward off her log. "Oh hell no. Corne’s got, like, wolf metabolism-what’s your excuse, Grumpy?"
Manga froze mid-bite. All eyes turned to him. He slowly lowered the second bar. "Uh…" His eyes darted side to side. "I’m… emotionally big-boned?"
Xonte moved faster than anyone had seen him move in days, snatching one bar back. "That’s not a medical condition!"
179bpm pinched the bridge of his nose. "We’re gonna starve because this guy wanted a snack."
Shiroverra, ever the pragmatist, sighed and began redistributing the remaining supplies. "Priorities, people. We’ve got armor to assign."
The lightweight suits they’d found in the settlement were sleek, form-fitting-almost too human in their design. Yro and Xonte had already suited up, the material flexing seamlessly with their movements.
Droid fumbled with his own set, fingers trembling on the clasps. "Thirty percent damage reduction, huh? So like… if a monster bites my arm off, I’ll only lose most of it?"
Fujiya didn’t look up from her notes. "Optimistic of you to assume you’d survive the initial bite."
Then came the team assignments.
Droid’s face drained of color when he saw the roster. "Wait. I’m with Corne?"
As if summoned, the towering wolf-man appeared at his shoulder, golden eyes glinting in the morning light. "Problem?"
Droid’s voice cracked. "Nope! No problem! Just—uh—love wolves. Big fan. Very…" He gestured weakly at Corne’s teeth. "...Dental hygiene."
Yro slapped his back hard enough to make him stumble forward. "Relax, he doesn’t bite. Hard."
Corne leaned down until his muzzle was inches from Droid’s face. "Yet."
The scanner clattered to the ground as Droid recoiled.
Team 1: Settlement Exploration - Hours in the Ruins
(Yro, Droid, Corne, Manga, Shiroverra, Xonte)
The path to the settlement had become familiar, though no less unnerving. The jungle pressed in on all sides, vines snaking across their boots as they walked. The air hung thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic-like old blood on the wind.
They moved in near silence, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. After an hour of trudging through the oppressive heat, Xonte broke the quiet.
"Remind me why we’re doing this again?"
Shiroverra didn’t slow her pace. "Because the answers are here. They have to be."
Manga wiped sweat from his brow. "Or we’re just marching in circles until something eats us."
Corne, walking point, suddenly held up a clawed hand. The group froze.
"Smell that?"
Droid sniffed the air tentatively. "Uh… sweat and regret?"
Corne’s ears twitched. "Ozone. Burnt wiring."
Another thirty minutes of careful progress brought them to the settlement’s edge. The ruins loomed before them, more ominous in daylight-shattered windows like empty eye sockets, doorways yawning dark and hungry.
They split up, combing through the wreckage.
Two hours passed with nothing but dust and disappointment.
Then-
"Guys!" Droid’s voice echoed from a collapsed storehouse. He emerged, waving a metal plate the size of his palm. "Look at this!"
The group crowded around as he wiped away grime, revealing etched symbols that shimmered faintly in the light.
Shiroverra inhaled sharply. "That’s… a language matrix. A translation key."
Xonte squinted. "So we can finally read ‘abandon all hope’ in alien?"
The moment of triumph shattered as Manga cursed. "Uh. We’ve got company."
At the settlement’s far exit, a flying drone hovered erratically. Its hull was scorched, one thruster sputtering sparks. It didn’t approach-just watched.
Yro reached for her knife. "Do we fight? Run? Toss Droid as a distraction?"
Droid made a noise like a deflating balloon.
They turned as one to Corne-
-only to find empty space where he’d stood seconds before.
No sound. No struggle. Just… gone.
Five hours of frantic searching yielded nothing. No tracks. No blood. Just the oppressive weight of the jungle and that damned drone, still watching from a distance.
As the sun dipped below the trees, Xonte finally called it. "We’re sitting ducks out here. We go back. Now."
The walk to camp was twice as long in the dark.
Team 2: Ship Salvage
(Luca, Fujiya)
The wreckage offered no comfort, no answers-just the steady drip of condensation from twisted metal and the occasional spark from dying electronics.
Luca kicked a broken console, sending a panel skittering across the floor. "Wow. Nothing. Not even a spare screw."
Fujiya didn’t look up from the flickering AI interface. "The comms array is beyond repair. The data’s been wiped-properly* wiped, not just corrupted."*
Luca groaned, flopping onto a debris pile. "So our million-credit spaceship is now a glorified barcode reader?"
Fujiya’s lips thinned. "Yes."
Team 3: Foraging Food
(179bpm, Atlas)
The plant monster’s corpse was… leaking.
Orange gas seeped from its severed vines, pooling in hazy tendrils that clung to the ground like living mist. The stench hit them fifty paces out-rotten eggs and burnt plastic with an undertone of something sweet.
179bpm gagged, clamping a hand over his nose. "Oh hell no. We are not touching that."
Atlas crouched, his blind eyes unfocused as his fingers brushed the edge of the gas cloud. "It’s the same compound as the berries. Just… concentrated."
179bpm eyed the jungle’s deepening shadows. "New plan: We hunt anything else."
What followed was three hours of comedic disaster-179bpm screaming at rustling bushes, Atlas calmly snaring small creatures with traps made of vines, and both of them nearly toppling into a stream when a frog-like creature exploded from the reeds.
They returned with 6 meats and a handful of orange-tinged berries that Atlas insisted were "for study."
179bpm didn’t argue. He was too busy checking over his shoulder for whatever had made that hissing noise.
Nightfall: The Empty Campfire
The firelight did little to dispel the gloom that had settled over the group.
Yro broke the silence first, her usual bravado muted. "Corne’s just… gone. One second he’s there, the next-" She snapped her fingers. "Poof."
Droid turned the translator plate over in his hands. "That drone… you think it took him?"
Shiroverra’s voice was clinical, but her hands trembled. "No blood. No signs of struggle. That wasn’t an attack-that was a snatch."
Luca hugged his knees to his chest. "First Manishh, now Corne? Who’s next?"
Fujiya cut through the rising panic. "Priorities. We have the drone’s location, these gas samples, and the translator. We use them."
Manga muttered into his knees, "Or we run."
Atlas held up one of the glowing berries. "This gas… it’s engineered. Not natural. Same as the plant."
A heavy silence followed.
Xonte exhaled sharply. "So someone poisoned this place?. And we’re breathing it.?"
Options:
Team 1: Fight the Flying Robot
Team 2: Scan Items at Ship (Test the plant, berries, translator plate)
Team 3: Forage Further (Go a little far)
Yro cracked her knuckles. "I say we punch the drone first."
Droid whimpered. "I say we not."
Additional info:
>Inventory: 20 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 poison mushroom, 4 healing medicine, 1 Drawing
Morning at Camp
The twin suns of Kaltheos Prime had barely crested the horizon when the argument began.
Luca sat cross-legged by the fire, gnawing on his protein bar like it had personally offended him. His eyes tracked Corne2Plum3 as the massive wolf-man reached into their dwindling supplies and-without ceremony-took two rations.
"Uh, big guy?" Luca waved his half-eaten bar. "We’re kinda on starvation rations here. What’s with the double dip?"
Corne didn’t pause as he tore open the first wrapper with his teeth. "Bigger body," he rumbled between chews. "Bigger needs."
A beat of silence. Then-
Manga, without looking up from where he lounged against his pack, lazily snagged two bars for himself.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Yro gasped so dramatically she nearly toppled backward off her log. "Oh hell no. Corne’s got, like, wolf metabolism-what’s your excuse, Grumpy?"
Manga froze mid-bite. All eyes turned to him. He slowly lowered the second bar. "Uh…" His eyes darted side to side. "I’m… emotionally big-boned?"
Xonte moved faster than anyone had seen him move in days, snatching one bar back. "That’s not a medical condition!"
179bpm pinched the bridge of his nose. "We’re gonna starve because this guy wanted a snack."
Shiroverra, ever the pragmatist, sighed and began redistributing the remaining supplies. "Priorities, people. We’ve got armor to assign."
The lightweight suits they’d found in the settlement were sleek, form-fitting-almost too human in their design. Yro and Xonte had already suited up, the material flexing seamlessly with their movements.
Droid fumbled with his own set, fingers trembling on the clasps. "Thirty percent damage reduction, huh? So like… if a monster bites my arm off, I’ll only lose most of it?"
Fujiya didn’t look up from her notes. "Optimistic of you to assume you’d survive the initial bite."
Then came the team assignments.
Droid’s face drained of color when he saw the roster. "Wait. I’m with Corne?"
As if summoned, the towering wolf-man appeared at his shoulder, golden eyes glinting in the morning light. "Problem?"
Droid’s voice cracked. "Nope! No problem! Just—uh—love wolves. Big fan. Very…" He gestured weakly at Corne’s teeth. "...Dental hygiene."
Yro slapped his back hard enough to make him stumble forward. "Relax, he doesn’t bite. Hard."
Corne leaned down until his muzzle was inches from Droid’s face. "Yet."
The scanner clattered to the ground as Droid recoiled.
Team 1: Settlement Exploration - Hours in the Ruins
(Yro, Droid, Corne, Manga, Shiroverra, Xonte)
The path to the settlement had become familiar, though no less unnerving. The jungle pressed in on all sides, vines snaking across their boots as they walked. The air hung thick with the scent of damp earth and something metallic-like old blood on the wind.
They moved in near silence, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. After an hour of trudging through the oppressive heat, Xonte broke the quiet.
"Remind me why we’re doing this again?"
Shiroverra didn’t slow her pace. "Because the answers are here. They have to be."
Manga wiped sweat from his brow. "Or we’re just marching in circles until something eats us."
Corne, walking point, suddenly held up a clawed hand. The group froze.
"Smell that?"
Droid sniffed the air tentatively. "Uh… sweat and regret?"
Corne’s ears twitched. "Ozone. Burnt wiring."
Another thirty minutes of careful progress brought them to the settlement’s edge. The ruins loomed before them, more ominous in daylight-shattered windows like empty eye sockets, doorways yawning dark and hungry.
They split up, combing through the wreckage.
Two hours passed with nothing but dust and disappointment.
Then-
"Guys!" Droid’s voice echoed from a collapsed storehouse. He emerged, waving a metal plate the size of his palm. "Look at this!"
The group crowded around as he wiped away grime, revealing etched symbols that shimmered faintly in the light.
Shiroverra inhaled sharply. "That’s… a language matrix. A translation key."
Xonte squinted. "So we can finally read ‘abandon all hope’ in alien?"
The moment of triumph shattered as Manga cursed. "Uh. We’ve got company."
At the settlement’s far exit, a flying drone hovered erratically. Its hull was scorched, one thruster sputtering sparks. It didn’t approach-just watched.
Yro reached for her knife. "Do we fight? Run? Toss Droid as a distraction?"
Droid made a noise like a deflating balloon.
They turned as one to Corne-
-only to find empty space where he’d stood seconds before.
No sound. No struggle. Just… gone.
Five hours of frantic searching yielded nothing. No tracks. No blood. Just the oppressive weight of the jungle and that damned drone, still watching from a distance.
As the sun dipped below the trees, Xonte finally called it. "We’re sitting ducks out here. We go back. Now."
The walk to camp was twice as long in the dark.
Team 2: Ship Salvage
(Luca, Fujiya)
The wreckage offered no comfort, no answers-just the steady drip of condensation from twisted metal and the occasional spark from dying electronics.
Luca kicked a broken console, sending a panel skittering across the floor. "Wow. Nothing. Not even a spare screw."
Fujiya didn’t look up from the flickering AI interface. "The comms array is beyond repair. The data’s been wiped-properly* wiped, not just corrupted."*
Luca groaned, flopping onto a debris pile. "So our million-credit spaceship is now a glorified barcode reader?"
Fujiya’s lips thinned. "Yes."
Team 3: Foraging Food
(179bpm, Atlas)
The plant monster’s corpse was… leaking.
Orange gas seeped from its severed vines, pooling in hazy tendrils that clung to the ground like living mist. The stench hit them fifty paces out-rotten eggs and burnt plastic with an undertone of something sweet.
179bpm gagged, clamping a hand over his nose. "Oh hell no. We are not touching that."
Atlas crouched, his blind eyes unfocused as his fingers brushed the edge of the gas cloud. "It’s the same compound as the berries. Just… concentrated."
179bpm eyed the jungle’s deepening shadows. "New plan: We hunt anything else."
What followed was three hours of comedic disaster-179bpm screaming at rustling bushes, Atlas calmly snaring small creatures with traps made of vines, and both of them nearly toppling into a stream when a frog-like creature exploded from the reeds.
They returned with 6 meats and a handful of orange-tinged berries that Atlas insisted were "for study."
179bpm didn’t argue. He was too busy checking over his shoulder for whatever had made that hissing noise.
Nightfall: The Empty Campfire
The firelight did little to dispel the gloom that had settled over the group.
Yro broke the silence first, her usual bravado muted. "Corne’s just… gone. One second he’s there, the next-" She snapped her fingers. "Poof."
Droid turned the translator plate over in his hands. "That drone… you think it took him?"
Shiroverra’s voice was clinical, but her hands trembled. "No blood. No signs of struggle. That wasn’t an attack-that was a snatch."
Luca hugged his knees to his chest. "First Manishh, now Corne? Who’s next?"
Fujiya cut through the rising panic. "Priorities. We have the drone’s location, these gas samples, and the translator. We use them."
Manga muttered into his knees, "Or we run."
Atlas held up one of the glowing berries. "This gas… it’s engineered. Not natural. Same as the plant."
A heavy silence followed.
Xonte exhaled sharply. "So someone poisoned this place?. And we’re breathing it.?"
Options:
Team 1: Fight the Flying Robot
Team 2: Scan Items at Ship (Test the plant, berries, translator plate)
Team 3: Forage Further (Go a little far)
Yro cracked her knuckles. "I say we punch the drone first."
Droid whimpered. "I say we not."
Additional info:
>Inventory: 20 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 poison mushroom, 4 healing medicine, 1 Drawing
I guess I don't have other choice to attack the drone, right?
Topic Starter
Haha yeah you cannot make any choice nowCorne2Plum3 wrote:
I guess I don't have other choice to attack the drone, right?
I hope this isn't indefinitely
We should be well organized on this one. I propose this size for the teams.
team 1: 4 people (5 including Corne)
team 2: 2 people
team 3: 3 people
team 1: 4 people (5 including Corne)
team 2: 2 people
team 3: 3 people
I think you all know which team I choose
question: is our inventory magical or we can only access it in the camp?
question: is our inventory magical or we can only access it in the camp?
Topic Starter
So cute of you thinking you are aliveCorne2Plum3 wrote:
I hope this isn't indefinitely
What team am I in?Osudroid96 wrote:
We should be well organized on this one. I propose this size for the teams.
team 1: 4 people (5 including Corne)
team 2: 2 people
team 3: 3 people
I meannnn if you could access the inventory outside camp, will that make a difference?Fujiya wrote:
I think you all know which team I choose
question: is our inventory magical or we can only access it in the camp?
You can only tell me what you wanna use at the end of the episode. Which usually ends at night when everyone at camp
because idk if camp can be destroyed or if I can end up not thereManishh wrote:
I meannnn if you could access the inventory outside camp, will that make a difference?Fujiya wrote:
I think you all know which team I choose
question: is our inventory magical or we can only access it in the camp?
You can only tell me what you wanna use at the end of the episode. Which usually ends at night when everyone at camp
team of the dead: Manishh, and maybe Corne...Manishh wrote:
What team am I in?Osudroid96 wrote:
We should be well organized on this one. I propose this size for the teams.
team 1: 4 people (5 including Corne)
team 2: 2 people
team 3: 3 people
I love foraging further
I'll be in team 3
Well we don't really know if they're dead or notOsudroid96 wrote:
team of the dead: Manishh, and maybe Corne...Manishh wrote:
What team am I in?Osudroid96 wrote:
We should be well organized on this one. I propose this size for the teams.
team 1: 4 people (5 including Corne)
team 2: 2 people
team 3: 3 people
We just know they disappeared
Manishh, however, is most likely dead, but there's the slight chance he isn't
Manishh wrote:
So cute of you thinking you are aliveCorne2Plum3 wrote:
I hope this isn't indefinitely
hoy hoy! really sorry if im late everyone!! i tend to spend most of my times just laying around doing nothing recently, my CPU run in a slower clock than usual, less than a gigahertz, i often forget thing and do nothing. i feel like there's a problem with my PSU because i feel sleepy a lot. i really feel like hibernating.
i will try to send my answer in-case the story isn't in writing yet, if it is i would be excited to see what happened in the next story.
anyway. don't forget to forget to clean the dust you have in you everyone! dust can hinder your performance it can even shorten lifetime
i will try to send my answer in-case the story isn't in writing yet, if it is i would be excited to see what happened in the next story.
anyway. don't forget to forget to clean the dust you have in you everyone! dust can hinder your performance it can even shorten lifetime
i was really exited when i see what it seems like corne is dying, turns out he's gone. ahhh, will there be a point in the story where i am able to dissect corne and turn him to food?(acting as character)
as i said last time i think it's best to not have people scatter around, i think it's safer to forage if that means we will forage in the jungle because i think the flying robot will have less mobility there, it's best to not do anything rash because corne is gone without a trace and he's the strongest of us.
i will pick team 2 to studies the thing we found
as i said last time i think it's best to not have people scatter around, i think it's safer to forage if that means we will forage in the jungle because i think the flying robot will have less mobility there, it's best to not do anything rash because corne is gone without a trace and he's the strongest of us.
i will pick team 2 to studies the thing we found
what the heck?almonds wrote:
i was really exited when i see what it seems like corne is dying
The fate of all teams
you're nothing against the robot, it will destroy everyone
the ship will explode when you try to scan the items and kill everyone
explorers will get lost in the jungle and no one will find their trail
the ship will explode when you try to scan the items and kill everyone
explorers will get lost in the jungle and no one will find their trail
Bro stop itt, you’re giving manishh ideas I don’t think anybody likes DxFujiya wrote:
The fate of all teamsyou're nothing against the robot, it will destroy everyone
the ship will explode when you try to scan the items and kill everyone
explorers will get lost in the jungle and no one will find their trail
spinoff
...Fujiya placed the objects on the scanner, entered a command for automatic analysis, and leaned back in the charred and partially non-existent operator's chair. The scanner's three-dimensional guide ran silently in all directions.
After a few seconds, the main screen flashed red and everything went black, and a very quiet sound came from the sealed power plant compartment. Fujiya knew that the processes inside fusion reactors, especially those installed on small spacecraft, did not produce any sounds.
The second that this thought was in her head lasted a very long time, after which she jumped up from her chair and ran out of the control room, almost falling over, but...
Outside, the ship looked just as lifeless as before, Shiroverra was just beginning to move from the camp to the ship, eager to see what the computer had to say about the mysterious objects. And then, suddenly, the image that her eyes were seeing changed from ruins surrounded by small hills to a colorful explosion, and as she had been taught in her emergency training classes, she fell to the ground and...
Seems that the electromagnetic pulse and shock wave passed by. She hesitated to get up immediately, and even after a few minutes, she was still lying there, trying to understand what had happened, what to do next, and is there any point in rushing anywhere right now.
On the opposite side of the completely destroyed ship, a small shadow slipped away into the jungle.
After a few seconds, the main screen flashed red and everything went black, and a very quiet sound came from the sealed power plant compartment. Fujiya knew that the processes inside fusion reactors, especially those installed on small spacecraft, did not produce any sounds.
The second that this thought was in her head lasted a very long time, after which she jumped up from her chair and ran out of the control room, almost falling over, but...
Outside, the ship looked just as lifeless as before, Shiroverra was just beginning to move from the camp to the ship, eager to see what the computer had to say about the mysterious objects. And then, suddenly, the image that her eyes were seeing changed from ruins surrounded by small hills to a colorful explosion, and as she had been taught in her emergency training classes, she fell to the ground and...
Seems that the electromagnetic pulse and shock wave passed by. She hesitated to get up immediately, and even after a few minutes, she was still lying there, trying to understand what had happened, what to do next, and is there any point in rushing anywhere right now.
On the opposite side of the completely destroyed ship, a small shadow slipped away into the jungle.
Manishh are you alive?
Topic Starter
I wont be able to write anything anytime soon, and by that I meant no chance in 4-5days, even after that there is no saying. I have a lot of guests, by the time they will leave my college will start so I be busy for starting days of it. Sadly you guys have to wait
Manishh wrote:
I wont be able to write anything anytime soon, and by that I meant no chance in 4-5days, even after that there is no saying. I have a lot of guests, by the time they will leave my college will start so I be busy for starting days of it. Sadly you guys have to wait
Busy with work and irl. If there needs to be decisions done then I trust manishh to go ahead and do them for me.
Topic Starter
I was almost finished writing the episode but then the electricity got cut...
Topic Starter
Hmm not bad ideasFujiya wrote:
The fate of all teamsyou're nothing against the robot, it will destroy everyone
the ship will explode when you try to scan the items and kill everyone
explorers will get lost in the jungle and no one will find their trail
Eehhh you think I am trying to kill you all 😭 leave my dead soul alone 😭Fujiya wrote:
spinoff...Fujiya placed the objects on the scanner, entered a command for automatic analysis, and leaned back in the charred and partially non-existent operator's chair. The scanner's three-dimensional guide ran silently in all directions.
After a few seconds, the main screen flashed red and everything went black, and a very quiet sound came from the sealed power plant compartment. Fujiya knew that the processes inside fusion reactors, especially those installed on small spacecraft, did not produce any sounds.
The second that this thought was in her head lasted a very long time, after which she jumped up from her chair and ran out of the control room, almost falling over, but...
Outside, the ship looked just as lifeless as before, Shiroverra was just beginning to move from the camp to the ship, eager to see what the computer had to say about the mysterious objects. And then, suddenly, the image that her eyes were seeing changed from ruins surrounded by small hills to a colorful explosion, and as she had been taught in her emergency training classes, she fell to the ground and...
Seems that the electromagnetic pulse and shock wave passed by. She hesitated to get up immediately, and even after a few minutes, she was still lying there, trying to understand what had happened, what to do next, and is there any point in rushing anywhere right now.
On the opposite side of the completely destroyed ship, a small shadow slipped away into the jungle.
Manishh are you alive?
Spinning wheel it isBlushing wrote:
Busy with work and irl. If there needs to be decisions done then I trust manishh to go ahead and do them for me.
Topic Starter
Feel free to read this one slow, you have 4-5days to give me your choice
Episode 5: "The comeback"
Morning at Camp - A Fractured Departure
The fire had burned low again, its embers barely clinging to life-much like the group’s morale. The air was thick with exhaustion and unspoken tension.
Fujiya was the first to move, her movements precise as she snatched a protein bar from the dwindling pile. She chewed mechanically, her sharp eyes scanning the others like pieces on a board she hadn’t figured out yet.
Luca stretched his arms overhead with a forced grin, trying to inject some energy into the morning. "Alright, team huddle! Who’s doing what tod-"
He blinked. Yro, Manga, and Xonte were already gone, their footprints leading toward the settlement.
Droid adjusted his glasses, voice tight with unease. "Uh. Did they just… leave without us?"
Shiroverra exhaled through her nose, arms crossed. "Guess they’re that eager to fight a killer robot."
179bpm rubbed his temples, exhaustion lining his words. "Or they’re just tired of Luca’s pep talks."
Luca gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "Rude. And here I thought my motivational speeches were the glue holding this mess together."
Fujiya didn’t look up from her ration. "If that were true, we’d have fallen apart days ago."
Luca’s grin faltered for half a second before he recovered. "Ouch. Harsh."
Atlas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "We should split up. Cover more ground before nightfall."
Shiroverra nodded. "Fujiya, 179, Atlas—we’re scanning the samples. Luca, Droid forage for food."
Droid swallowed hard. "Just… the two of us?"
Luca clapped him on the shoulder, though his usual bravado was thinner than usual. "Hey, less people means more snacks for us, right?"
Droid didn’t look convinced.
Team 1: Fight the Flying Robot
(Yro, Manga, Xonte)
The ruins loomed ahead, skeletal and silent. The wind whistled through broken metal, the only sound in the oppressive quiet.
Manga kicked a rock, sending it skittering across the cracked ground. "Why the hell are there only three of us? Did the memo say ‘bring your own death wish’?"
Xonte checked his knife, rolling his shoulders. "Relax. It’s one drone. How bad could it be?"
Yro smirked, twirling her blade. "Famous last words."
As if summoned, the scorched flying machine descended from the treeline, its thrusters sputtering but its weapon mounts gleaming ominously.
Yro’s grin widened. "Oh, hell yeah."
BOSS ENCOUNTER: WATCHER DRONE (400 HP / 60 ATK)
Turn 1:
Yro moved first, her knife flashing as she lunged. The blade sparked against the drone's plating, leaving a thin scar in the metal.
"35 damage! (HP: 400 → 365)"
Manga hefted his pipe like a baseball bat, swinging with all his strength. The impact reverberated up his arms, but the drone barely budged.
"35 damage! (HP: 365 → 330)"
Xonte darted in low, his own blade finding a gap in the armor. Something sparked, and the drone shuddered.
"40 damage! (HP: 330 → 290)"
Turn 2:
The drone's eye pulsed once, twice--then flared crimson.
Target: Yro.
A bolt of plasma seared through the air. Yro twisted aside, but not fast enough-the shot grazed her shoulder, sending her stumbling back with a choked gasp.
"42 damage! (Yro's armor absorbs 30%! HP: 70 → 28 )"
She clutched the wound, her breath coming in sharp pants. "Okay. Ow."
Turn 3:
Manga vaulted onto a pile of rubble, using the height to bring his pipe down like a hammer. The drone's plating buckled under the force.
"35 damage! (HP: 290 → 255)"
Xonte followed up, his blade slicing through a thruster cable. The drone listed to one side, its movements turning jerky.
"40 damage! (HP: 255 → 215)"
Yro, still gripping her injured arm, kicked a rock at its sensor. It bounced off harmlessly.
"...5 damage. (HP: 215 → 210)"
"Yro: 'Hey, it was something!'"
Turn 4:
The drone's core began to glow, a deep, ominous orange. Target: Xonte.
The blast hit him square in the chest, lifting him off his feet. He crashed into the dirt, rolling several feet before coming to a stop.
"60 damage! (Armor reduces to 42! HP: 90 → 48)"
Xonte pushed himself up onto his elbows, coughing. "Wheeze-Okay. New plan: Run."
Turn 5:
Manga, in a move that would later be described as "reckless even for him," jumped onto the drone's back, driving his pipe into its sensor array.
"CRITICAL HIT! 70 damage! (HP: 210 → 140)"
The machine bucked wildly, trying to dislodge him.
Yro and Xonte seized the opening-Yro jammed her knife into its remaining thruster, while Xonte hacked at its exposed wiring.
"Combined 75 damage! (HP: 140 → 65)"
Final Turn:
The drone shuddered, its remaining thruster sputtering, core glowing an unstable red. Sparks rained from its shattered plating as its targeting system flickered wildly
Target: Manga
The drone's cracked lens pulsed once before locking onto Manga, its last functioning weapon charging with a high-pitched whine.
Manga barely had time to curse before the plasma bolt seared through the air
The shot struck him square in the chest, throwing him backward into the dirt.
"60 damage! (Manga's HP: 70 → 10)"
Manga groaned, rolling onto his side.
But the drone wasn’t done. Its core throbbed, overheating--critical failure imminent.
Yro didn’t hesitate. "Xonte--NOW!"
Xonte lunged, driving his blade deep into the drone’s exposed core. Yro followed, her knife finding the same weak point in a brutal tandem strike.
"DOUBLE CRITICAL! 65 damage!"
The drone let out a final, metallic screech--then exploded in a shower of sparks and shrapnel.
BOSS DEFEATED!
Silence. Then--
Manga, still lying in the dirt, wheezed: "I’m… gonna feel that tomorrow."
Yro wiped soot from her face, grinning despite the blood trickling down her arm. "Told you we’d scrap it."
Xonte yanked his knife free from the wreckage, shaking his head. "Next time? We bring corne."
Yro kicked the smoldering wreckage. "Uh, guys?" She crouched, prying a panel loose.
Inside, nestled among the wires: a data chip labeled "Facility Delta."
Team 2: The Truth in the Scans
(Shiroverra, Fujiya, 179bpm, Atlas)
The ship's interior felt wider now, the walls pressing out around them. What had once been their shelter now felt more like a tomb.
179bpm let out a low whistle as he took in the stripped consoles and gutted panels. "Wow. We really picked this place clean."
Atlas ran his fingers along the walls, his touch light. "Like vultures on a carcass," he murmured.
Fujiya didn't respond, her attention fixed on the flickering AI display. "Scan the samples."
Scan 1: Plant Monster Chunk
The AI's voice crackled, distorted:
*"Ana-lyzing... Compound matches *Terra-9 Neurotoxin*. Military-grade. Lethal to life."*
Atlas went rigid, voice tight. "So the gas is man-made."
Fujiya’s fingers hovered over the console. "Which means someone wanted this planet uninhabitable."
179bpm paled. "We’ve been eating the berries. Breathing the air. If it’s all poisoned--"
Shiroverra smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Not these ones. Probably."
179bpm groaned. "That’s not reassuring."
Scan 2: Glowing Berries
*"Identical compound. Bioengineered carrier spores. Designed to... spread the toxin."*
179bpm dropped the berry like it had burned him. "Oh hell no."
Scan 3: Translator Plate
The AI whirred, the sound stretching into a long, painful moment before the screen flickered to life.
Fujiya exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly. "Now we read the ruins."
Scan 4: Message behind the Drawing
Alien script resolved into English: "They burned our skies. We hid. Then they burned the ground."
Atlas reached out blindly, his fingers brushing the drawing. "That's a child's writing," he whispered.
No one spoke. The words hung between them, too heavy to bear.
Team 3: Forage for Food
(Droid, Luca)
The deeper jungle was alive in a way that set Droid's teeth on edge. Every rustle of leaves, every distant birdcall felt like a threat.
Droid swallowed hard, his grip on his scanner white-knuckled. "Remind me why we got foraging duty?"
Luca brandished his stick like a sword, his bravado undercut by the way his voice cracked. "Because we're brave and stupid."
Luca, ever the optimist, tried to whistle a tune. It died halfway through. "So… uh… you think we’ll find anything edible? Or are we just gonna chew on more ‘probably not poisonous’ leaves?"
Droid adjusted his cracked glasses, scanning the dense foliage. "If we’re lucky, maybe some fruit. If we’re unlucky… whatever made those giant claw marks on the trees."
A branch snapped.
Both froze.
Luca swallowed hard. "Please be a space-rabbit. Please be a space-rabbit--"
The bushes exploded
A loud hiss
Droid screamed. Luca screamed louder.
but instead of a monster, Corne2Plum3 staggered out, swaying like a man who’d just lost a fight with gravity. His dress was scuffed, one eye swollen shut.
Corne blinked, unimpressed. "...Why are you yelling?"
Luca wheezed, hand on his chest. "BECAUSE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?!"
Droid fainted.
Corne sighed, rubbing his temple. "Something hit me. In the ruins. Felt like... a dart. Head went empty." He rubbed at a spot on his neck. "Woke up being dragged by a guy in black coat. Couldn't see his face. He injected me again. But.." He flexed a claw "Dose was too small. Broke free."
Luca helped him up, his hands shaking. "So... who was it? And why kidnapping people?"
Corne swayed on his feet. "...Need food. And not being shot."
They abandoned foraging, half-carrying Corne back to camp while also carrying fainted droid to camp.
Nightfall: The Reckoning
The fire crackled weakly, casting long shadows over the exhausted group. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and burnt metal.
Yro, Manga, and Xonte limped into camp, their armor cracked and scorched. Yro clutched her bleeding shoulder, Manga moved like every step sent knives through his ribs, and Xonte’s left eye was swollen shut.
Shiroverra was on her feet in an instant. "You idiots went alone?!" Her voice was sharp enough to cut steel.
Fujiya didn’t look up from sharpening her knife, but her grip tightened. "Statistically, you should be dead."
179bpm rubbed his temples. "Three against a military drone? We can't afford a funeral"
Yro grinned weakly, tossing the drone’s data core onto the ground. "Funeral’s gonna have to wait. We won and found coordinate to a facility"
Shiroverra let out a strangled noise. "You--you won?! How?!"
Manga collapsed by the fire with a groan. "Pure spite. And this asshole--" He jabbed a thumb at Xonte, "--jumping on it like a rabid monkey."
Xonte flipped him off, wincing as the motion pulled at his injuries. "You’re welcome."
Atlas exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You’re lucky you’re alive. If you’d died out there--"
Yro met his gaze, unflinching. "But we didn’t."
A tense silence. Then--
Shiroverra sighed, tossing a medkit at Manga. "Next time? Wait for backup."
Fujiya held up the scanner, its screen glowing ominously. "The toxin isn’t natural. It’s engineered--keyed to attack nervous systems. Slow-acting, but fatal."
Shiroverra’s voice was ice. "Someone wanted this planet dead."
Fujiya tapped the translator plate. "And we know why." She held up the decoded alien text, its words stark:
"They burned our skies. We hid. Then they burned the ground."
A chill ran through the group.
Suddenly--
A rustle in the bushes. Everyone tensed, hands flying to weapons--
Luca stumbled into camp, half-dragging a groggy Corne, who in turn was dragging an unconscious Droid by the ankle.
Yro blinked. "...The hell?"
Manga squinted. "Is that--?"
Xonte finished: "Corne?"
Luca wheezed, dropping Corne’s arm. "Okay. So. Good news: Corne’s alive! Bad news: Droid fainted."
Corne groaned, rubbing his neck. "Something hit me. In the ruins. Felt like... a dart. Head went empty." He flexed his claws sluggishly. "Woke up being dragged by a guy in a black coat. Couldn’t see his face. He injected me again. But…" A feral grin. "Dose was too small. Broke free."
Droid chose that moment to wake up.
He blinked. Looked up. Saw Corne still holding his ankle.
"AAAAAAAAAAH! CORNE GHOST! DON’T EAT ME--"
And promptly fainted again.
Corne stared at him. Dropped his leg. "...Really?"
Luca patted Droid’s limp shoulder. "To be fair, you do look like a zombie."
Shiroverra pinched the bridge of her nose. "So. To recap: We’re poisoned, hunted, and now someone’s kidnapping people?"
Yro grinned, blood still trickling from her busted lip. "Best. Camping trip. Ever."
Manga groaned, flopping onto his back. "I hate this planet."
Choices:
Team 1: Storm Facility Delta (Confront the truth and find the origin of robots)
Team 2: Track the Kidnapper (Visit the location where Corne revealed himself)
Team 3: Salvage for food (Look for more food)
>Inventory: 20 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 poison mushroom, 4 healing medicine
Morning at Camp - A Fractured Departure
The fire had burned low again, its embers barely clinging to life-much like the group’s morale. The air was thick with exhaustion and unspoken tension.
Fujiya was the first to move, her movements precise as she snatched a protein bar from the dwindling pile. She chewed mechanically, her sharp eyes scanning the others like pieces on a board she hadn’t figured out yet.
Luca stretched his arms overhead with a forced grin, trying to inject some energy into the morning. "Alright, team huddle! Who’s doing what tod-"
He blinked. Yro, Manga, and Xonte were already gone, their footprints leading toward the settlement.
Droid adjusted his glasses, voice tight with unease. "Uh. Did they just… leave without us?"
Shiroverra exhaled through her nose, arms crossed. "Guess they’re that eager to fight a killer robot."
179bpm rubbed his temples, exhaustion lining his words. "Or they’re just tired of Luca’s pep talks."
Luca gasped, clutching his chest in mock offense. "Rude. And here I thought my motivational speeches were the glue holding this mess together."
Fujiya didn’t look up from her ration. "If that were true, we’d have fallen apart days ago."
Luca’s grin faltered for half a second before he recovered. "Ouch. Harsh."
Atlas sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "We should split up. Cover more ground before nightfall."
Shiroverra nodded. "Fujiya, 179, Atlas—we’re scanning the samples. Luca, Droid forage for food."
Droid swallowed hard. "Just… the two of us?"
Luca clapped him on the shoulder, though his usual bravado was thinner than usual. "Hey, less people means more snacks for us, right?"
Droid didn’t look convinced.
Team 1: Fight the Flying Robot
(Yro, Manga, Xonte)
The ruins loomed ahead, skeletal and silent. The wind whistled through broken metal, the only sound in the oppressive quiet.
Manga kicked a rock, sending it skittering across the cracked ground. "Why the hell are there only three of us? Did the memo say ‘bring your own death wish’?"
Xonte checked his knife, rolling his shoulders. "Relax. It’s one drone. How bad could it be?"
Yro smirked, twirling her blade. "Famous last words."
As if summoned, the scorched flying machine descended from the treeline, its thrusters sputtering but its weapon mounts gleaming ominously.
Yro’s grin widened. "Oh, hell yeah."
BOSS ENCOUNTER: WATCHER DRONE (400 HP / 60 ATK)
Turn 1:
Yro moved first, her knife flashing as she lunged. The blade sparked against the drone's plating, leaving a thin scar in the metal.
"35 damage! (HP: 400 → 365)"
Manga hefted his pipe like a baseball bat, swinging with all his strength. The impact reverberated up his arms, but the drone barely budged.
"35 damage! (HP: 365 → 330)"
Xonte darted in low, his own blade finding a gap in the armor. Something sparked, and the drone shuddered.
"40 damage! (HP: 330 → 290)"
Turn 2:
The drone's eye pulsed once, twice--then flared crimson.
Target: Yro.
A bolt of plasma seared through the air. Yro twisted aside, but not fast enough-the shot grazed her shoulder, sending her stumbling back with a choked gasp.
"42 damage! (Yro's armor absorbs 30%! HP: 70 → 28 )"
She clutched the wound, her breath coming in sharp pants. "Okay. Ow."
Turn 3:
Manga vaulted onto a pile of rubble, using the height to bring his pipe down like a hammer. The drone's plating buckled under the force.
"35 damage! (HP: 290 → 255)"
Xonte followed up, his blade slicing through a thruster cable. The drone listed to one side, its movements turning jerky.
"40 damage! (HP: 255 → 215)"
Yro, still gripping her injured arm, kicked a rock at its sensor. It bounced off harmlessly.
"...5 damage. (HP: 215 → 210)"
"Yro: 'Hey, it was something!'"
Turn 4:
The drone's core began to glow, a deep, ominous orange. Target: Xonte.
The blast hit him square in the chest, lifting him off his feet. He crashed into the dirt, rolling several feet before coming to a stop.
"60 damage! (Armor reduces to 42! HP: 90 → 48)"
Xonte pushed himself up onto his elbows, coughing. "Wheeze-Okay. New plan: Run."
Turn 5:
Manga, in a move that would later be described as "reckless even for him," jumped onto the drone's back, driving his pipe into its sensor array.
"CRITICAL HIT! 70 damage! (HP: 210 → 140)"
The machine bucked wildly, trying to dislodge him.
Yro and Xonte seized the opening-Yro jammed her knife into its remaining thruster, while Xonte hacked at its exposed wiring.
"Combined 75 damage! (HP: 140 → 65)"
Final Turn:
The drone shuddered, its remaining thruster sputtering, core glowing an unstable red. Sparks rained from its shattered plating as its targeting system flickered wildly
Target: Manga
The drone's cracked lens pulsed once before locking onto Manga, its last functioning weapon charging with a high-pitched whine.
Manga barely had time to curse before the plasma bolt seared through the air
The shot struck him square in the chest, throwing him backward into the dirt.
"60 damage! (Manga's HP: 70 → 10)"
Manga groaned, rolling onto his side.
But the drone wasn’t done. Its core throbbed, overheating--critical failure imminent.
Yro didn’t hesitate. "Xonte--NOW!"
Xonte lunged, driving his blade deep into the drone’s exposed core. Yro followed, her knife finding the same weak point in a brutal tandem strike.
"DOUBLE CRITICAL! 65 damage!"
The drone let out a final, metallic screech--then exploded in a shower of sparks and shrapnel.
BOSS DEFEATED!
Silence. Then--
Manga, still lying in the dirt, wheezed: "I’m… gonna feel that tomorrow."
Yro wiped soot from her face, grinning despite the blood trickling down her arm. "Told you we’d scrap it."
Xonte yanked his knife free from the wreckage, shaking his head. "Next time? We bring corne."
Yro kicked the smoldering wreckage. "Uh, guys?" She crouched, prying a panel loose.
Inside, nestled among the wires: a data chip labeled "Facility Delta."
Team 2: The Truth in the Scans
(Shiroverra, Fujiya, 179bpm, Atlas)
The ship's interior felt wider now, the walls pressing out around them. What had once been their shelter now felt more like a tomb.
179bpm let out a low whistle as he took in the stripped consoles and gutted panels. "Wow. We really picked this place clean."
Atlas ran his fingers along the walls, his touch light. "Like vultures on a carcass," he murmured.
Fujiya didn't respond, her attention fixed on the flickering AI display. "Scan the samples."
Scan 1: Plant Monster Chunk
The AI's voice crackled, distorted:
*"Ana-lyzing... Compound matches *Terra-9 Neurotoxin*. Military-grade. Lethal to life."*
Atlas went rigid, voice tight. "So the gas is man-made."
Fujiya’s fingers hovered over the console. "Which means someone wanted this planet uninhabitable."
179bpm paled. "We’ve been eating the berries. Breathing the air. If it’s all poisoned--"
Shiroverra smirked, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Not these ones. Probably."
179bpm groaned. "That’s not reassuring."
Scan 2: Glowing Berries
*"Identical compound. Bioengineered carrier spores. Designed to... spread the toxin."*
179bpm dropped the berry like it had burned him. "Oh hell no."
Scan 3: Translator Plate
The AI whirred, the sound stretching into a long, painful moment before the screen flickered to life.
Fujiya exhaled, shoulders relaxing slightly. "Now we read the ruins."
Scan 4: Message behind the Drawing
Alien script resolved into English: "They burned our skies. We hid. Then they burned the ground."
Atlas reached out blindly, his fingers brushing the drawing. "That's a child's writing," he whispered.
No one spoke. The words hung between them, too heavy to bear.
Team 3: Forage for Food
(Droid, Luca)
The deeper jungle was alive in a way that set Droid's teeth on edge. Every rustle of leaves, every distant birdcall felt like a threat.
Droid swallowed hard, his grip on his scanner white-knuckled. "Remind me why we got foraging duty?"
Luca brandished his stick like a sword, his bravado undercut by the way his voice cracked. "Because we're brave and stupid."
Luca, ever the optimist, tried to whistle a tune. It died halfway through. "So… uh… you think we’ll find anything edible? Or are we just gonna chew on more ‘probably not poisonous’ leaves?"
Droid adjusted his cracked glasses, scanning the dense foliage. "If we’re lucky, maybe some fruit. If we’re unlucky… whatever made those giant claw marks on the trees."
A branch snapped.
Both froze.
Luca swallowed hard. "Please be a space-rabbit. Please be a space-rabbit--"
The bushes exploded
A loud hiss
Droid screamed. Luca screamed louder.
but instead of a monster, Corne2Plum3 staggered out, swaying like a man who’d just lost a fight with gravity. His dress was scuffed, one eye swollen shut.
Corne blinked, unimpressed. "...Why are you yelling?"
Luca wheezed, hand on his chest. "BECAUSE YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD?!"
Droid fainted.
Corne sighed, rubbing his temple. "Something hit me. In the ruins. Felt like... a dart. Head went empty." He rubbed at a spot on his neck. "Woke up being dragged by a guy in black coat. Couldn't see his face. He injected me again. But.." He flexed a claw "Dose was too small. Broke free."
Luca helped him up, his hands shaking. "So... who was it? And why kidnapping people?"
Corne swayed on his feet. "...Need food. And not being shot."
They abandoned foraging, half-carrying Corne back to camp while also carrying fainted droid to camp.
Nightfall: The Reckoning
The fire crackled weakly, casting long shadows over the exhausted group. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, blood, and burnt metal.
Yro, Manga, and Xonte limped into camp, their armor cracked and scorched. Yro clutched her bleeding shoulder, Manga moved like every step sent knives through his ribs, and Xonte’s left eye was swollen shut.
Shiroverra was on her feet in an instant. "You idiots went alone?!" Her voice was sharp enough to cut steel.
Fujiya didn’t look up from sharpening her knife, but her grip tightened. "Statistically, you should be dead."
179bpm rubbed his temples. "Three against a military drone? We can't afford a funeral"
Yro grinned weakly, tossing the drone’s data core onto the ground. "Funeral’s gonna have to wait. We won and found coordinate to a facility"
Shiroverra let out a strangled noise. "You--you won?! How?!"
Manga collapsed by the fire with a groan. "Pure spite. And this asshole--" He jabbed a thumb at Xonte, "--jumping on it like a rabid monkey."
Xonte flipped him off, wincing as the motion pulled at his injuries. "You’re welcome."
Atlas exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "You’re lucky you’re alive. If you’d died out there--"
Yro met his gaze, unflinching. "But we didn’t."
A tense silence. Then--
Shiroverra sighed, tossing a medkit at Manga. "Next time? Wait for backup."
Fujiya held up the scanner, its screen glowing ominously. "The toxin isn’t natural. It’s engineered--keyed to attack nervous systems. Slow-acting, but fatal."
Shiroverra’s voice was ice. "Someone wanted this planet dead."
Fujiya tapped the translator plate. "And we know why." She held up the decoded alien text, its words stark:
"They burned our skies. We hid. Then they burned the ground."
A chill ran through the group.
Suddenly--
A rustle in the bushes. Everyone tensed, hands flying to weapons--
Luca stumbled into camp, half-dragging a groggy Corne, who in turn was dragging an unconscious Droid by the ankle.
Yro blinked. "...The hell?"
Manga squinted. "Is that--?"
Xonte finished: "Corne?"
Luca wheezed, dropping Corne’s arm. "Okay. So. Good news: Corne’s alive! Bad news: Droid fainted."
Corne groaned, rubbing his neck. "Something hit me. In the ruins. Felt like... a dart. Head went empty." He flexed his claws sluggishly. "Woke up being dragged by a guy in a black coat. Couldn’t see his face. He injected me again. But…" A feral grin. "Dose was too small. Broke free."
Droid chose that moment to wake up.
He blinked. Looked up. Saw Corne still holding his ankle.
"AAAAAAAAAAH! CORNE GHOST! DON’T EAT ME--"
And promptly fainted again.
Corne stared at him. Dropped his leg. "...Really?"
Luca patted Droid’s limp shoulder. "To be fair, you do look like a zombie."
Shiroverra pinched the bridge of her nose. "So. To recap: We’re poisoned, hunted, and now someone’s kidnapping people?"
Yro grinned, blood still trickling from her busted lip. "Best. Camping trip. Ever."
Manga groaned, flopping onto his back. "I hate this planet."
Choices:
Team 1: Storm Facility Delta (Confront the truth and find the origin of robots)
Team 2: Track the Kidnapper (Visit the location where Corne revealed himself)
Team 3: Salvage for food (Look for more food)
>Inventory: 20 FOOD, 3 Battery, 1 metallic glint, 1 poison mushroom, 4 healing medicine
W MANISH 🔥
Topic Starter
You guys have no idea how luck yro, droid and xonte is. If the boss have attacked same person twice he would have died. You are lucky that randomizer worked in your fevor
team 2 looks like a job for my character
Wouldn't the best strategy be to all collectively choose one option so we have strength in numbers? Anyways...
Yro wrote:
*Takes a medkit* I'm gonna see this whole robot ordeal through to the end, I'm going to the facility.
YEAH! YA! YES!!! as i said, please dont have people scatter around!!!!DM FOR MUTUAL wrote:
Wouldn't the best strategy be to all collectively choose one option so we have strength in numbers? Anyways...Yro wrote:
*Takes a medkit* I'm gonna see this whole robot ordeal through to the end, I'm going to the facility.
JLuca913 891 wrote:
W MANISH 🔥
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Team 2 anyone?
everyone going for team 2?
мore people to protect me!JLuca913 891 wrote:
everyone going for team 2?
ill go for team chu if many pupils pick itJLuca913 891 wrote:
everyone going for team 2?
I'm gonna die alone in the facility aren't I
corne jumpscare
Topic Starter
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
Thanks so people won't complain about my excessive(?) food consumption
nooo I was waiting for some1 spotting my every day 1-food, and I would have replied with something smart about it, surely, surely...Manishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
Topic Starter
holy shit can you see my script before I even post??? I planned to do this interaction from a character calling you out for consuming 1 food every day since episode like 4-5 xDFujiya wrote:
nooo I was waiting for some1 spotting my every day 1-food, and I would have replied with something smart about it, surely, surely...Manishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
WHY NO HEALINGManishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
from the start I thought that forgetting to eat would be in my character's style, and someone would notice it and have an interesting conversation, but then I realized that there was much more focus on solo survival and exploring ruins than on character development, so I went to the other extreme (based on the possible destruction of the camp) and, in fact, would have gotten what I wanted if these features hadn't been canceled, yeahManishh wrote:
holy shit can you see my script before I even post??? I planned to do this interaction from a character calling you out for consuming 1 food every day since episode like 4-5 xDFujiya wrote:
nooo I was waiting for some1 spotting my every day 1-food, and I would have replied with something smart about it, surely, surely...Manishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
so basically food usage can be a way to shape the story and character development aswell
Topic Starter
Episode - 6: The Missing piece
Morning at Camp
The fire had burned low, its embers mirroring the exhaustion in the group's eyes. Shiroverra stood, brushing dirt from her pants with a slow, deliberate motion.
"We have three paths," she said, voice steady but edged with fatigue. "Storm the facility. Track the kidnapper. Or scavenge what little food remains."
Luca stretched, his usual grin strained at the edges. "Option one sounds like a great way to get turned into scrap metal. Again."
Droid adjusted his cracked glasses, fingers trembling slightly. "I-I don’t think I can handle another fight like yesterday." His voice dropped to a whisper. "That drone nearly tore Xonte in half."
Yro smirked, sharpening her knife with methodical strokes. "Then don’t come. I’ll scout the facility alone."
A beat of silence.
Atlas stepped forward, his voice uncharacteristically sharp. "No. You saw what one drone did to three of you. That place might be crawling with them."
Yro didn’t look up. "I’ll peek. If it’s hot, I’m gone."
Xonte, who had been quietly chewing on the last of his rations, suddenly stood. "Yeah. No. Not doing that again."
Yro blinked. "What?"
Xonte lifted his shirt, revealing the mottled bruises along his ribs. "Last time I followed you, I got launched into a wall. I’d rather starve."
Manga let out a hoarse laugh. "Damn. Even Xonte learned self-preservation."
Shiroverra exhaled through her nose. "Fine. Do what you want but make sure to be alive"
As the group fell into tense silence, Fujiya calmly reached into the ration pile and took her daily food portion, unwrapping it with her usual mechanical precision. She didn’t look up from her food. "Statistically, splitting up increases mortality by 78%."
Luca's eyes widened. "Hold up. Fujiya, is that your... what, seventh straight day taking a full ration?"
Fujiya didn't pause her chewing. "Optimal nutritional intake requires-"
Droid spluttered, "We've been stretching one ration over two days while you've been having three-course meals!"
179bpm counted on his fingers. "Wait, let's do the math. Seven days, seven rations-"
Manga threw his hands up. "No wonder we're starving! Fujiya's been eating like she's at a damn buffet!"
Fujiya blinked, completely unfazed. "My metabolic efficiency requires-"
Shiroverra pinched the bridge of her nose. "For God's sake, Fujiya, we're all starving here."
Fujiya considered this, then took another deliberate bite. "Your caloric deficiency explains the emotional outbursts."
Xonte deadpanned, "I'm gonna emotional outburst her into the river."
Fujiya shake her head solemnly... then took another bite.
Manga groaned. "I hate this planet."
Team 1: Yro and Facility Delta
The trees thinned, revealing a jagged metal fence-and beyond it, the facility, its smokestacks belching black plumes into the sky.
Yro crouched, studying the perimeter. No movement. No guards. Just… broken cameras.
"Too easy."
She scaled the fence, landing silently on the other side. The complex loomed ahead, its walls pockmarked with blast marks. Something about it made her skin crawl.
The fence had strange markings - not scratches from wildlife, but precise cuts. Someone had been here before. Recently. The cuts were too clean to be old.
"That's weird?"
A shadow fell over her.
She turned... and froze..
The Guardian Mech stood three times her height, its single red eye locking onto her with mechanical precision. Its voice boomed, grating like rusted gears:
"UNAUTHORIZED ENTITY DETECTED. TERMINATION PROTOCOL ENGAGED."
BOSS FIGHT: GUARDIAN MECH (800 HP / 60 ATK)
Turn 1:
Yro lunged, her knife sparking against its armored leg. "35 damage! (800 → 765)"
The mech didn’t flinch. Its fist came down like a hammer.
She barely rolled away, the impact cratering the ground where she’d stood. Dust stung her eyes.
"Okay. Not a drone."
Turn 2:
She vaulted onto a broken supply crate, using it to launch herself at its sensor array.
The mech staggered-then backhanded her midair.
Yro hit the fence with a sickening crack, pain exploding through her ribs. "60 damage! (HP: 70 → 10)"
She spat blood, forcing herself onto her knees. "Alright. Now I’m pissed."
Turn 3:
Her knife found a weak spot in its knee joint. "35 damage! (765 → 730)"
The mech’s core pulsed red.
"ADAPTING."
Turn 4:
Its arm shifted, plating rearranging into the barrel of a plasma cannon.
Yro’s breath caught.
"Oh, shi-"
The blast engulfed her.
Yro has been defeated.
The mech loomed over her limp body, its eye flickering.
"THREAT NEUTRALIZED."
Then it dragged her inside the facility, her knife left to the ground behind her.
Meanwhile in Team 2: The Kidnapper’s Trail
The forest was too quiet. Too still.
Corne led the way, his claws flexing. "Here. This is where I woke up."
The ground was torn up, deep grooves where something-or someone-had been dragged.
Luca crouched, tracing the marks with a finger. "Man, this guy really didn’t care about leaving evidence, huh?"
Fujiya scanned the area, her scanner whirring. "Footprints. Size suggests an adult male, but the stride is… irregular."
Shiroverra frowned. "Injured?"
Fujiya shook her head. "No. Like he’s not used to walking."
Droid swallowed hard. "That’s… not comforting."
Manga kicked over a rock-and froze. "Hey. What’s this?"
A small, leather-bound diary, half-buried in the dirt.
179bpm picked it up, flipping through the pages. "It’s in English. Notes on terrain, supplies…"
Then he stopped.
Atlas leaned over. "What is it?"
179bpm turned the page, revealing a list of names-their names.
179bpm muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “Every single one of us.”
"Subject Group: Crash Survivors. Status: Unaware. Phase 2 Initiated."
For a moment, no one spoke. Just the sound of the forest. Still. Watching.
Shiroverra’s grip on her knife turned white-knuckled. "We’re part of an experiment??"
Manga let out a hollow laugh. "So what? We’re just lab rats for someone? but who?"
Droid took a step back. “No. No, no, this is wrong. We crashed. We- this was real.”
Atlas stared at the names, his voice quiet. "Phase 2. What the hell was Phase 1?"
Meanwhile in a not so exciting environment, Xonte begins his great food hunt (Team 3)
Xonte stood knee-deep in the river, glaring at the water.
"Alright. Fishing. How hard can it be?"
He stabbed downward. Missed.
Stabbed again. The fish darted away, taunting him.
"Oh, come on."
As Xonte gave up on the stupid fish, something white caught his eye downstream. A soggy page stuck between rocks. He fished it out, squinting at the smeared ink: "Their choice will determine everything. Salvation or damnation. The subjects must choose."
"The hell kinda fortune cookie nonsense..." He crumpled it, tossing it back in the river. "Like I got time for riddles." The paper dissolved in the current, its message forgotten.
He tried berries next. Picked one, sniffed it.
"Smells like death. Pass."
Another bright blue, suspiciously juicy.
"Yeah, no. Not getting poisoned today."
By sunset, his bag was empty.
Xonte kicked a rock, watching it skip across the river. "Welp. We’re gonna starve."
Poor guy, He doesn't know I disabled food.
Nightfall: The Missing Piece
The campfire was a pitiful thing, its flames struggling against the growing dark.
Xonte slumped down, tossing his empty bag. "No food. Just… disappointment."
Luca forced a grin. "At least you didn’t fight a death robot."
But the joke didn't land.
Shiroverra hadn’t laughed. Her gaze was locked on the treeline, eyes scanning like she could will Yro to appear.
“She’s late,” she murmured.
Droid hugged his knees, glasses sliding down his nose. “Maybe she got sidetracked…?”
Corne snorted, teeth flashing in the firelight. “Or maybe she’s dead.”
Silence.
Atlas leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We don’t know that. She’s tough.”
“Not indestructible,” Xonte muttered, jaw clenched. “None of us are.”
179bpm stood abruptly, voice tight. “We should go now. We can’t just sit here-”
“No.” Fujiya’s voice was firm. “It’s dark. We go now, we’re blind. That’s not saving her. That’s suicide.”
Manga punched the dirt. “So what, we wait? Hope she’s fine while that place chews her up?”
Shiroverra didn’t answer. Her eyes never left the dark.
Atlas spoke softly, finally. “First light. All of us. No more splitting up.”
The fire popped. Someone breathed out.
Xonte’s voice came last-quiet, and bitter.
“If she dies because we waited…”
No one finished the sentence.
Morning at Camp
The fire had burned low, its embers mirroring the exhaustion in the group's eyes. Shiroverra stood, brushing dirt from her pants with a slow, deliberate motion.
"We have three paths," she said, voice steady but edged with fatigue. "Storm the facility. Track the kidnapper. Or scavenge what little food remains."
Luca stretched, his usual grin strained at the edges. "Option one sounds like a great way to get turned into scrap metal. Again."
Droid adjusted his cracked glasses, fingers trembling slightly. "I-I don’t think I can handle another fight like yesterday." His voice dropped to a whisper. "That drone nearly tore Xonte in half."
Yro smirked, sharpening her knife with methodical strokes. "Then don’t come. I’ll scout the facility alone."
A beat of silence.
Atlas stepped forward, his voice uncharacteristically sharp. "No. You saw what one drone did to three of you. That place might be crawling with them."
Yro didn’t look up. "I’ll peek. If it’s hot, I’m gone."
Xonte, who had been quietly chewing on the last of his rations, suddenly stood. "Yeah. No. Not doing that again."
Yro blinked. "What?"
Xonte lifted his shirt, revealing the mottled bruises along his ribs. "Last time I followed you, I got launched into a wall. I’d rather starve."
Manga let out a hoarse laugh. "Damn. Even Xonte learned self-preservation."
Shiroverra exhaled through her nose. "Fine. Do what you want but make sure to be alive"
As the group fell into tense silence, Fujiya calmly reached into the ration pile and took her daily food portion, unwrapping it with her usual mechanical precision. She didn’t look up from her food. "Statistically, splitting up increases mortality by 78%."
Luca's eyes widened. "Hold up. Fujiya, is that your... what, seventh straight day taking a full ration?"
Fujiya didn't pause her chewing. "Optimal nutritional intake requires-"
Droid spluttered, "We've been stretching one ration over two days while you've been having three-course meals!"
179bpm counted on his fingers. "Wait, let's do the math. Seven days, seven rations-"
Manga threw his hands up. "No wonder we're starving! Fujiya's been eating like she's at a damn buffet!"
Fujiya blinked, completely unfazed. "My metabolic efficiency requires-"
Shiroverra pinched the bridge of her nose. "For God's sake, Fujiya, we're all starving here."
Fujiya considered this, then took another deliberate bite. "Your caloric deficiency explains the emotional outbursts."
Xonte deadpanned, "I'm gonna emotional outburst her into the river."
Fujiya shake her head solemnly... then took another bite.
Manga groaned. "I hate this planet."
Team 1: Yro and Facility Delta
The trees thinned, revealing a jagged metal fence-and beyond it, the facility, its smokestacks belching black plumes into the sky.
Yro crouched, studying the perimeter. No movement. No guards. Just… broken cameras.
"Too easy."
She scaled the fence, landing silently on the other side. The complex loomed ahead, its walls pockmarked with blast marks. Something about it made her skin crawl.
The fence had strange markings - not scratches from wildlife, but precise cuts. Someone had been here before. Recently. The cuts were too clean to be old.
"That's weird?"
A shadow fell over her.
She turned... and froze..
The Guardian Mech stood three times her height, its single red eye locking onto her with mechanical precision. Its voice boomed, grating like rusted gears:
"UNAUTHORIZED ENTITY DETECTED. TERMINATION PROTOCOL ENGAGED."
BOSS FIGHT: GUARDIAN MECH (800 HP / 60 ATK)
Turn 1:
Yro lunged, her knife sparking against its armored leg. "35 damage! (800 → 765)"
The mech didn’t flinch. Its fist came down like a hammer.
She barely rolled away, the impact cratering the ground where she’d stood. Dust stung her eyes.
"Okay. Not a drone."
Turn 2:
She vaulted onto a broken supply crate, using it to launch herself at its sensor array.
The mech staggered-then backhanded her midair.
Yro hit the fence with a sickening crack, pain exploding through her ribs. "60 damage! (HP: 70 → 10)"
She spat blood, forcing herself onto her knees. "Alright. Now I’m pissed."
Turn 3:
Her knife found a weak spot in its knee joint. "35 damage! (765 → 730)"
The mech’s core pulsed red.
"ADAPTING."
Turn 4:
Its arm shifted, plating rearranging into the barrel of a plasma cannon.
Yro’s breath caught.
"Oh, shi-"
The blast engulfed her.
Yro has been defeated.
The mech loomed over her limp body, its eye flickering.
"THREAT NEUTRALIZED."
Then it dragged her inside the facility, her knife left to the ground behind her.
Meanwhile in Team 2: The Kidnapper’s Trail
The forest was too quiet. Too still.
Corne led the way, his claws flexing. "Here. This is where I woke up."
The ground was torn up, deep grooves where something-or someone-had been dragged.
Luca crouched, tracing the marks with a finger. "Man, this guy really didn’t care about leaving evidence, huh?"
Fujiya scanned the area, her scanner whirring. "Footprints. Size suggests an adult male, but the stride is… irregular."
Shiroverra frowned. "Injured?"
Fujiya shook her head. "No. Like he’s not used to walking."
Droid swallowed hard. "That’s… not comforting."
Manga kicked over a rock-and froze. "Hey. What’s this?"
A small, leather-bound diary, half-buried in the dirt.
179bpm picked it up, flipping through the pages. "It’s in English. Notes on terrain, supplies…"
Then he stopped.
Atlas leaned over. "What is it?"
179bpm turned the page, revealing a list of names-their names.
179bpm muttered, voice barely above a whisper. “Every single one of us.”
"Subject Group: Crash Survivors. Status: Unaware. Phase 2 Initiated."
For a moment, no one spoke. Just the sound of the forest. Still. Watching.
Shiroverra’s grip on her knife turned white-knuckled. "We’re part of an experiment??"
Manga let out a hollow laugh. "So what? We’re just lab rats for someone? but who?"
Droid took a step back. “No. No, no, this is wrong. We crashed. We- this was real.”
Atlas stared at the names, his voice quiet. "Phase 2. What the hell was Phase 1?"
Meanwhile in a not so exciting environment, Xonte begins his great food hunt (Team 3)
Xonte stood knee-deep in the river, glaring at the water.
"Alright. Fishing. How hard can it be?"
He stabbed downward. Missed.
Stabbed again. The fish darted away, taunting him.
"Oh, come on."
As Xonte gave up on the stupid fish, something white caught his eye downstream. A soggy page stuck between rocks. He fished it out, squinting at the smeared ink: "Their choice will determine everything. Salvation or damnation. The subjects must choose."
"The hell kinda fortune cookie nonsense..." He crumpled it, tossing it back in the river. "Like I got time for riddles." The paper dissolved in the current, its message forgotten.
He tried berries next. Picked one, sniffed it.
"Smells like death. Pass."
Another bright blue, suspiciously juicy.
"Yeah, no. Not getting poisoned today."
By sunset, his bag was empty.
Xonte kicked a rock, watching it skip across the river. "Welp. We’re gonna starve."
Poor guy, He doesn't know I disabled food.
Nightfall: The Missing Piece
The campfire was a pitiful thing, its flames struggling against the growing dark.
Xonte slumped down, tossing his empty bag. "No food. Just… disappointment."
Luca forced a grin. "At least you didn’t fight a death robot."
But the joke didn't land.
Shiroverra hadn’t laughed. Her gaze was locked on the treeline, eyes scanning like she could will Yro to appear.
“She’s late,” she murmured.
Droid hugged his knees, glasses sliding down his nose. “Maybe she got sidetracked…?”
Corne snorted, teeth flashing in the firelight. “Or maybe she’s dead.”
Silence.
Atlas leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “We don’t know that. She’s tough.”
“Not indestructible,” Xonte muttered, jaw clenched. “None of us are.”
179bpm stood abruptly, voice tight. “We should go now. We can’t just sit here-”
“No.” Fujiya’s voice was firm. “It’s dark. We go now, we’re blind. That’s not saving her. That’s suicide.”
Manga punched the dirt. “So what, we wait? Hope she’s fine while that place chews her up?”
Shiroverra didn’t answer. Her eyes never left the dark.
Atlas spoke softly, finally. “First light. All of us. No more splitting up.”
The fire popped. Someone breathed out.
Xonte’s voice came last-quiet, and bitter.
“If she dies because we waited…”
No one finished the sentence.
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Topic Starter
ah forgot to mention. You will heal to full HP once you go to campMangaGrumpy wrote:
WHY NO HEALINGManishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
I tried to have character development but since I have hardly watched much movies or series I have little to no idea on good ways to go about it xD.Fujiya wrote:
from the start I thought that forgetting to eat would be in my character's style, and someone would notice it and have an interesting conversation, but then I realized that there was much more focus on solo survival and exploring ruins than on character development, so I went to the other extreme (based on the possible destruction of the camp) and, in fact, would have gotten what I wanted if these features hadn't been canceled, yeahManishh wrote:
holy shit can you see my script before I even post??? I planned to do this interaction from a character calling you out for consuming 1 food every day since episode like 4-5 xDFujiya wrote:
nooo I was waiting for some1 spotting my every day 1-food, and I would have replied with something smart about it, surely, surely...Manishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
so basically food usage can be a way to shape the story and character development aswell
now that it's clear that the crash was staged, I'm thinking that the ship computer readings might have been faked in advance about the poisoned food and plants, but there's no way to really verify this, so it's a useless thought ...depends on whether you underestimate the author of the story or overestimate the plot, like, is he evil enough to give you a choice to use a useless computer ...or is he?
YayManishh wrote:
ah forgot to mention. You will heal to full HP once you go to campMangaGrumpy wrote:
WHY NO HEALINGManishh wrote:
Before I upload the next episode, in few hours or minutes. I wanted to inform that I be removing the food and health healing concept from episodes from now on. Personally they are not providing anything fun so yeah.
