wait manish is my character not hungry? just asking because I'm quite confused as well
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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
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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.
Options:
Team 1: Look for Yro in Facility Delta
Team 1: Look for Yro in Facility Delta
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.
Topic Starter
Maybe you should try eating the poisoned foodFujiya wrote:
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?
We don't really have choice today, isn't it?
Deltarune referenceCorne2Plum3 wrote:
We don't really have choice today, isn't it?
Manishh wrote:
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.
unimportant opinion
usually as time goes on in these situations it's hard to stay calm and the relationship between survivors heats up like a chain reaction until something bad happens and the process starts all over again, you could have added dialogues when the teams were moving between locations where there would be conflicting conversations / actions, this could have help to develop the characters + stretched out the story; in the test version there was something like this, the only difference is everything was built around conversations, so you definitely have an idea of it. Also lack of that is one of the reasons why the conversations about food at the campfire don't hit hard But who am I to judge, it would take me 10000 years to write something good.
theoretically, if we give a very small piece of the berry or whatever it was to Corne, who has a huge body, the risk of death is not very high (he is not very useful in battles, as we have seen recently) so he can test samples and recover in the campManishh wrote:
Maybe you should try eating the poisoned food
..despite the cloudless weather, a severe thunderstorm suddenly struck as the team was about to set off for the ruins, it continued for several days...
Topic Starter
Been hella busy sadly.
My daily schedule goes like this 6am to 7am is for morning walk, 7am to 8am is for getting ready for college, 8am to 9am is spent travelling to college, 9am to 3pm I’m at college, 3pm to 4pm is the commute back home, 4pm to 5pm is for rest, 5pm to 6pm I study Japanese, 6pm to 7pm I do college work, 7pm to 8pm is for studying an extra course, and from 8pm to 10pm is for homies and 10pm to 11pm is flexible time where I catch up on anything I couldn’t do earlier and then sleep.
It's that last 1 hour where I do the writing and thinking. But Sunday is usually where I complete the bulk of the story and sadly this Sunday I didn't got free time.
My daily schedule goes like this 6am to 7am is for morning walk, 7am to 8am is for getting ready for college, 8am to 9am is spent travelling to college, 9am to 3pm I’m at college, 3pm to 4pm is the commute back home, 4pm to 5pm is for rest, 5pm to 6pm I study Japanese, 6pm to 7pm I do college work, 7pm to 8pm is for studying an extra course, and from 8pm to 10pm is for homies and 10pm to 11pm is flexible time where I catch up on anything I couldn’t do earlier and then sleep.
It's that last 1 hour where I do the writing and thinking. But Sunday is usually where I complete the bulk of the story and sadly this Sunday I didn't got free time.
take care
Topic Starter
Hmm good question but I don't really have a solid answer for it. I have multiple small reasons for learning Japanese. One of them is that I never had any hobbies like, singing, reading, writing, sports or any of the hobbies never really interested me and I wanted something to say if I ever got asked that question, so, I decided a 3rd language learning to be my hobby. The reason why I chose japanese is not because I'm super interested in their culture or in anime but rather because its the only 3rd language I have decently been expose to, mainly by watching anime in eng subs. Not to mention how sweet the language sounds. I'm also interested in moving out to japan and knowing decent japanese already will increase the chances but its more realistic for me to get a stable job in India first xDShinRun wrote:
I’m kinda interested in why you’re studying Japanese
Topic Starter
WARNING: Blood or other disgusting words involved
Episode 7: Into the Iron Maw
Morning at Camp - Grief Burns Hot
The sunrise was late, or maybe it just felt that way.
The fire had long since died, leaving behind only bitter coals and cold ashes. Shiroverra stood with arms crossed, staring into the empty horizon where Yro should have returned. No one had slept.
Droid sat stiffly, his hands shaking as he repacked their medkit for the third time. “She should be back,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone.
179bpm kicked at a log, muttering. “Ten hours late? No. Something’s wrong.”
Atlas nodded solemnly, adjusting his bandages as his sightless eyes turned toward the east. “We all know what’s coming.”
Fujiya finally stood, slipping her scanner into her belt. “Then we leave. Now.”
Manga buckled his makeshift armor. “No more splitting up. No more waiting.”
Corne didn’t say a word. His claws flexed. His teeth were bared.
Luca tried to lighten the mood, voice trembling under a forced grin. “Let’s go get our skater maid back, huh?”
Xonte didn’t laugh. He simply picked up his blade and started walking.
Facility Delta - Signs of the Missing
The air near the facility was colder.
Smoke still drifted from the blackened stacks. The jagged fence loomed ahead, torn wide where Yro had climbed over.
They found her knife first half-buried in the dirt, the blade stained red.
Then the drag marks.
Fujiya crouched by the blood trail. “She fought,” she murmured. “But not for long.”
Droid backed up, face pale. “I-I can’t… I can’t go in there…”
179bpm gritted his teeth. “You think she’s dead?”
“No.” Shiroverra’s voice cut through like ice. “She’s alive. I’d know.”
Corne let out a low growl. “Then we go.”
Xonte cracked his knuckles. “Now.”
Together, they stepped through the blast-scarred doorway, leaving the morning sun behind.
BOSS FIGHT: GUARDIAN MECH
1200 HP / 60 ATK
Combatants:
ROUND 1
The mech’s eye flared red, the blast door slamming shut behind the group. Its voice echoed:
“TARGET GROUP CONFIRMED. INITIATING MASS TERMINATION.”
Corne darted forward on all fours, leaping high. “RAAAHH!”
→ 55 damage! (1200 → 1145)
Xonte, jaw clenched, followed with a fierce roar. “This is for Yro!”
→ 40 damage! (1145 → 1105)
179bpm charged, slamming his weapon into its side. “You picked the wrong crew!”
→ 45 damage! (1105 → 1060)
Fujiya circled wide, calculating. “Target the joints.”
→ 25 damage! (1060 → 1035)
Atlas raised his staff. “If I fall, let my words guide you.”
→ 20 damage! (1035 → 1015)
Manga, grumbling, swung hard. “I’m too old for this crap!”
→ 35 damage! (1015 → 980)
Shiroverra jabbed her blade with steady hands. “Die.”
→ 20 damage! (980 → 960)
Droid, shivering, still struck true. “Don’t look at its eyes… just hit!”
→ 30 damage! (960 → 930)
Luca flinched but fought. “Yro’s watching. Don’t screw this up!”
→ 20 damage! (930 → 910)
Mech targets... XONTE!
The mech’s fist slammed into the ground and Xonte barely rolled away.
→ 60 damage! (Xonte HP: 90 → 30)
Shiroverra shouted, “Xonte! You okay?”
Xonte, wheezing, “Keep going! I’m not dying today!”
ROUND 2
Corne lunged again. “Out of my way!”
→ 55 damage! (910 → 855)
Xonte, limping, still fought. “You’ll have to hit harder than that.”
→ 40 damage! (855 → 815)
179bpm grinned. “Almost halfway there!”
→ 45 damage! (815 → 770)
Fujiya narrowed her eyes. “Its heat sink’s exposed. Hit there.”
→ 25 damage! (770 → 745)
Atlas murmured a prayer. “For peace… or vengeance.”
→ 20 damage! (745 → 725)
Manga growled. “This tin can’s asking for it!”
→ 35 damage! (725 → 690)
Shiroverra struck silently.
→ 20 damage! (690 → 670)
Droid exhaled shakily. “Just a machine… just a machine…”
→ 30 damage! (670 → 640)
Luca muttered, “Please don’t pick me…”
→ 20 damage! (640 → 620)
Mech targets... DROID!
The plasma bolt slammed into Droid's chest, knocking him back several feet.
→ 60 damage! (Droid HP: 70 → 10)
Luca shouted, panicked, “Droid! Get up, man!”
Droid, coughing, blood trickling from his mouth, “Still... standing... barely.”
ROUND 3
Corne howled. “GET AWAY FROM THEM!”
→ 55 damage! (620 → 565)
Xonte slashed wildly.
→ 40 damage! (565 → 525)
179bpm, teeth gritted. “Fall already!”
→ 45 damage! (525 → 480)
Fujiya aimed carefully.
→ 25 damage! (480 → 455)
Atlas whispered, “Please let this be enough…”
→ 20 damage! (455 → 435)
Manga groaned. “This thing’s made of nightmares.”
→ 35 damage! (435 → 400)
Shiroverra stabbed low.
→ 20 damage! (400 → 380)
Droid, barely upright, swung weakly.
→ 30 damage! (380 → 350)
Luca, eyes wide. “This is for all of us!”
→ 20 damage! (350 → 330)
Mech targets... FUJIYA
BOOM. The cannon slammed into her side. Blood spattered across the floor.
→ 60 damage! (Fujiya HP: 50 → 0)
Fujiya crumpled.
Shiroverra screamed, “FUJIYA?!”
Manga rushed toward her. “No, no, not like this!”
But it was too late. Fujiya’s eyes stared blankly. Her body didn’t move.
Atlas, voice trembling, “We lost her.”
ROUND 4
Corne, snarling in rage, tore into the mech. “YOU KILLED HER!”
→ 55 damage! (330 → 275)
Xonte roared. “I’LL RIP YOU APART!”
→ 40 damage! (275 → 235)
179bpm, eyes wet, voice cracked. “We don’t stop now!”
→ 45 damage! (235 → 190)
Atlas, voice shaking. “Guide our blades, Fujiya…”
→ 20 damage! (190 → 170)
Manga shouted. “You’re gonna pay, scrapheap!”
→ 35 damage! (170 → 135)
Shiroverra, knife trembling. “You took her. You don’t take anyone else.”
→ 20 damage! (135 → 115)
Droid, gasping. “For Fujiya…”
→ 30 damage! (115 → 85)
Luca, teeth clenched. “Please, just die already…”
→ 20 damage! (85 → 65)
Mech targets... ATLAS
The blast struck him square in the chest. His staff shattered. He collapsed.
→ 60 damage! (Atlas HP: 50 → 0)
179bpm yelled, “NO!”
Manga ran to him. “Don’t do this, don’t die on me!”
Atlas, barely whispering, “Find her… save her…”
And then he went still.
ROUND 5
Corne roared, “RAAAAARGH!”
→ 55 damage! (65 → 10)
Xonte charged. “DIE!”
→ 40 damage! (10 → 0)
BOOM. The Guardian Mech fell, crashing into the ground with a final hiss of steam. Sparks burst from its core. Its red eye went black.
...
...
....
..
They stood panting amidst the wreckage, smoke and silence choking the air.
Two bodies lay still.
Fujiya, her expression unreadable even in death.
Atlas, the peaceful one, now cold.
Shiroverra fell to her knees, gripping Fujiya’s hand. “You didn’t deserve this… any of it…”
Droid sobbed quietly, rocking back and forth. “I couldn’t save her…”
Luca whispered, “Two down… and we haven’t even found Yro yet…”
179bpm, voice broken, “She better be alive. After this… she has to be.”
Corne said nothing. Just stared. Eyes hollow.
At the far end of the chamber, a large vault door slowly slid open, revealing a narrow hallway bathed in a red glow.
They moved forward silently.
A putrid smell hit them first, like burning hair and acid.
Then they saw it.
A massive chamber lined with incinerators. Piles of bones. Some human. Some… not.
Xonte stepped forward and fell to his knees.
At the center, burned beyond recognition but unmistakably her---
Yro’s body. The maid outfit, the skate shoes, the melted camera lens.
Shiroverra didn’t cry. She just stared, eyes wide, hand over her mouth.
Corne punched the wall so hard it dented. “They BURNED her.”
179bpm: “What kind of sick...”
Manga, whispering: “This was never just about survival, was it?”
They moved past the furnace area into a dim control room. The floor was covered in dried blood and broken monitors.
Three bodies.
Two clearly dead, slumped against the wall, shot through the head.
One… still breathing. Barely.
A man in torn military armor, bleeding from his side. His helmet cracked open, face covered in soot and burns.
Shiroverra knelt beside him. “Who are you?”
The man coughed, blood on his lips. “We… weren’t supposed to die here.”
Droid “Who sent you?”
The Man: “Government… Earth… Resource Division. Our mission… was to wipe out the… native species. Clear the land for mining.”
Luca: “What? Why? What the hell were WE doing here then?”
The Man shook his head. “You… I don't know... Ki.. teens. Makes no sense. You weren’t meant to see any of this.”
179bpm: “Who killed you all? The aliens?”
He looked at them, eyes dimming. “No. We were--”
He went still.
Shiroverra whispered, “He’s gone.”
On a nearby table, a sleek tablet. Still glowing.
Droid picked it up. “It’s a communication console. Long-range. Connected to Earth.”
A small blinking interface:[Send Signal to Earth HQ?]
Manga: “That.. changes everything. We can go home!”
They returned to the ship. Heavy. Scarred. Down three of their own.
Yro, was buried near the treeline. Atlas and Fujiya beside her.
Inside the ship’s cockpit, the tablet sat on the central panel.
The crew circled it.
Luca: “We can expose them. What they did here… this is genocide.”
Manga: “And you think Earth will just believe a bunch of stranded teens? They’ll bury us too.”
Droid: “There could still be aliens alive. If we call Earth, we sign their death warrants.”
Xonte “I don’t care about aliens. I want to go home. I want to eat something that isn’t ration crumbs and sleep on a bed again.”
Corne: “If you go back, you let the monsters win.”
179bpm: “We’re not soldiers. We didn’t sign up for this. But we know now. That means something.”
Shiroverra stared at the tablet, her cosmic eye reflecting the signal button.
“Whatever we choose,” she said quietly, “defines who we are now.”
The screen blinked.
Morning at Camp - Grief Burns Hot
The sunrise was late, or maybe it just felt that way.
The fire had long since died, leaving behind only bitter coals and cold ashes. Shiroverra stood with arms crossed, staring into the empty horizon where Yro should have returned. No one had slept.
Droid sat stiffly, his hands shaking as he repacked their medkit for the third time. “She should be back,” he whispered, more to himself than anyone.
179bpm kicked at a log, muttering. “Ten hours late? No. Something’s wrong.”
Atlas nodded solemnly, adjusting his bandages as his sightless eyes turned toward the east. “We all know what’s coming.”
Fujiya finally stood, slipping her scanner into her belt. “Then we leave. Now.”
Manga buckled his makeshift armor. “No more splitting up. No more waiting.”
Corne didn’t say a word. His claws flexed. His teeth were bared.
Luca tried to lighten the mood, voice trembling under a forced grin. “Let’s go get our skater maid back, huh?”
Xonte didn’t laugh. He simply picked up his blade and started walking.
Facility Delta - Signs of the Missing
The air near the facility was colder.
Smoke still drifted from the blackened stacks. The jagged fence loomed ahead, torn wide where Yro had climbed over.
They found her knife first half-buried in the dirt, the blade stained red.
Then the drag marks.
Fujiya crouched by the blood trail. “She fought,” she murmured. “But not for long.”
Droid backed up, face pale. “I-I can’t… I can’t go in there…”
179bpm gritted his teeth. “You think she’s dead?”
“No.” Shiroverra’s voice cut through like ice. “She’s alive. I’d know.”
Corne let out a low growl. “Then we go.”
Xonte cracked his knuckles. “Now.”
Together, they stepped through the blast-scarred doorway, leaving the morning sun behind.
BOSS FIGHT: GUARDIAN MECH
1200 HP / 60 ATK
Combatants:
- Corne2Plum3 (HP: 120, ATK: 55)
- Xonte (HP: 90, ATK: 40)
- 179bpm (HP: 90, ATK: 45)
- Fujiya (HP: 50, ATK: 25)
- Atlas (HP: 50, ATK: 20)
- Manga (HP: 70, ATK: 35)
- Shiroverra (HP: 65, ATK: 20)
- Droid (HP: 70, ATK: 30)
- Luca (HP: 55, ATK: 20)
ROUND 1
The mech’s eye flared red, the blast door slamming shut behind the group. Its voice echoed:
“TARGET GROUP CONFIRMED. INITIATING MASS TERMINATION.”
Corne darted forward on all fours, leaping high. “RAAAHH!”
→ 55 damage! (1200 → 1145)
Xonte, jaw clenched, followed with a fierce roar. “This is for Yro!”
→ 40 damage! (1145 → 1105)
179bpm charged, slamming his weapon into its side. “You picked the wrong crew!”
→ 45 damage! (1105 → 1060)
Fujiya circled wide, calculating. “Target the joints.”
→ 25 damage! (1060 → 1035)
Atlas raised his staff. “If I fall, let my words guide you.”
→ 20 damage! (1035 → 1015)
Manga, grumbling, swung hard. “I’m too old for this crap!”
→ 35 damage! (1015 → 980)
Shiroverra jabbed her blade with steady hands. “Die.”
→ 20 damage! (980 → 960)
Droid, shivering, still struck true. “Don’t look at its eyes… just hit!”
→ 30 damage! (960 → 930)
Luca flinched but fought. “Yro’s watching. Don’t screw this up!”
→ 20 damage! (930 → 910)
Mech targets... XONTE!
The mech’s fist slammed into the ground and Xonte barely rolled away.
→ 60 damage! (Xonte HP: 90 → 30)
Shiroverra shouted, “Xonte! You okay?”
Xonte, wheezing, “Keep going! I’m not dying today!”
ROUND 2
Corne lunged again. “Out of my way!”
→ 55 damage! (910 → 855)
Xonte, limping, still fought. “You’ll have to hit harder than that.”
→ 40 damage! (855 → 815)
179bpm grinned. “Almost halfway there!”
→ 45 damage! (815 → 770)
Fujiya narrowed her eyes. “Its heat sink’s exposed. Hit there.”
→ 25 damage! (770 → 745)
Atlas murmured a prayer. “For peace… or vengeance.”
→ 20 damage! (745 → 725)
Manga growled. “This tin can’s asking for it!”
→ 35 damage! (725 → 690)
Shiroverra struck silently.
→ 20 damage! (690 → 670)
Droid exhaled shakily. “Just a machine… just a machine…”
→ 30 damage! (670 → 640)
Luca muttered, “Please don’t pick me…”
→ 20 damage! (640 → 620)
Mech targets... DROID!
The plasma bolt slammed into Droid's chest, knocking him back several feet.
→ 60 damage! (Droid HP: 70 → 10)
Luca shouted, panicked, “Droid! Get up, man!”
Droid, coughing, blood trickling from his mouth, “Still... standing... barely.”
ROUND 3
Corne howled. “GET AWAY FROM THEM!”
→ 55 damage! (620 → 565)
Xonte slashed wildly.
→ 40 damage! (565 → 525)
179bpm, teeth gritted. “Fall already!”
→ 45 damage! (525 → 480)
Fujiya aimed carefully.
→ 25 damage! (480 → 455)
Atlas whispered, “Please let this be enough…”
→ 20 damage! (455 → 435)
Manga groaned. “This thing’s made of nightmares.”
→ 35 damage! (435 → 400)
Shiroverra stabbed low.
→ 20 damage! (400 → 380)
Droid, barely upright, swung weakly.
→ 30 damage! (380 → 350)
Luca, eyes wide. “This is for all of us!”
→ 20 damage! (350 → 330)
Mech targets... FUJIYA
BOOM. The cannon slammed into her side. Blood spattered across the floor.
→ 60 damage! (Fujiya HP: 50 → 0)
Fujiya crumpled.
Shiroverra screamed, “FUJIYA?!”
Manga rushed toward her. “No, no, not like this!”
But it was too late. Fujiya’s eyes stared blankly. Her body didn’t move.
Atlas, voice trembling, “We lost her.”
ROUND 4
Corne, snarling in rage, tore into the mech. “YOU KILLED HER!”
→ 55 damage! (330 → 275)
Xonte roared. “I’LL RIP YOU APART!”
→ 40 damage! (275 → 235)
179bpm, eyes wet, voice cracked. “We don’t stop now!”
→ 45 damage! (235 → 190)
Atlas, voice shaking. “Guide our blades, Fujiya…”
→ 20 damage! (190 → 170)
Manga shouted. “You’re gonna pay, scrapheap!”
→ 35 damage! (170 → 135)
Shiroverra, knife trembling. “You took her. You don’t take anyone else.”
→ 20 damage! (135 → 115)
Droid, gasping. “For Fujiya…”
→ 30 damage! (115 → 85)
Luca, teeth clenched. “Please, just die already…”
→ 20 damage! (85 → 65)
Mech targets... ATLAS
The blast struck him square in the chest. His staff shattered. He collapsed.
→ 60 damage! (Atlas HP: 50 → 0)
179bpm yelled, “NO!”
Manga ran to him. “Don’t do this, don’t die on me!”
Atlas, barely whispering, “Find her… save her…”
And then he went still.
ROUND 5
Corne roared, “RAAAAARGH!”
→ 55 damage! (65 → 10)
Xonte charged. “DIE!”
→ 40 damage! (10 → 0)
BOOM. The Guardian Mech fell, crashing into the ground with a final hiss of steam. Sparks burst from its core. Its red eye went black.
...
...
....
..
They stood panting amidst the wreckage, smoke and silence choking the air.
Two bodies lay still.
Fujiya, her expression unreadable even in death.
Atlas, the peaceful one, now cold.
Shiroverra fell to her knees, gripping Fujiya’s hand. “You didn’t deserve this… any of it…”
Droid sobbed quietly, rocking back and forth. “I couldn’t save her…”
Luca whispered, “Two down… and we haven’t even found Yro yet…”
179bpm, voice broken, “She better be alive. After this… she has to be.”
Corne said nothing. Just stared. Eyes hollow.
At the far end of the chamber, a large vault door slowly slid open, revealing a narrow hallway bathed in a red glow.
They moved forward silently.
A putrid smell hit them first, like burning hair and acid.
Then they saw it.
A massive chamber lined with incinerators. Piles of bones. Some human. Some… not.
Xonte stepped forward and fell to his knees.
At the center, burned beyond recognition but unmistakably her---
Yro’s body. The maid outfit, the skate shoes, the melted camera lens.
Shiroverra didn’t cry. She just stared, eyes wide, hand over her mouth.
Corne punched the wall so hard it dented. “They BURNED her.”
179bpm: “What kind of sick...”
Manga, whispering: “This was never just about survival, was it?”
They moved past the furnace area into a dim control room. The floor was covered in dried blood and broken monitors.
Three bodies.
Two clearly dead, slumped against the wall, shot through the head.
One… still breathing. Barely.
A man in torn military armor, bleeding from his side. His helmet cracked open, face covered in soot and burns.
Shiroverra knelt beside him. “Who are you?”
The man coughed, blood on his lips. “We… weren’t supposed to die here.”
Droid “Who sent you?”
The Man: “Government… Earth… Resource Division. Our mission… was to wipe out the… native species. Clear the land for mining.”
Luca: “What? Why? What the hell were WE doing here then?”
The Man shook his head. “You… I don't know... Ki.. teens. Makes no sense. You weren’t meant to see any of this.”
179bpm: “Who killed you all? The aliens?”
He looked at them, eyes dimming. “No. We were--”
He went still.
Shiroverra whispered, “He’s gone.”
On a nearby table, a sleek tablet. Still glowing.
Droid picked it up. “It’s a communication console. Long-range. Connected to Earth.”
A small blinking interface:[Send Signal to Earth HQ?]
Manga: “That.. changes everything. We can go home!”
They returned to the ship. Heavy. Scarred. Down three of their own.
Yro, was buried near the treeline. Atlas and Fujiya beside her.
Inside the ship’s cockpit, the tablet sat on the central panel.
The crew circled it.
Luca: “We can expose them. What they did here… this is genocide.”
Manga: “And you think Earth will just believe a bunch of stranded teens? They’ll bury us too.”
Droid: “There could still be aliens alive. If we call Earth, we sign their death warrants.”
Xonte “I don’t care about aliens. I want to go home. I want to eat something that isn’t ration crumbs and sleep on a bed again.”
Corne: “If you go back, you let the monsters win.”
179bpm: “We’re not soldiers. We didn’t sign up for this. But we know now. That means something.”
Shiroverra stared at the tablet, her cosmic eye reflecting the signal button.
“Whatever we choose,” she said quietly, “defines who we are now.”
The screen blinked.
Options:
1: Send signal to the earth.
2: Stay silent and disappear.
1: Send signal to the earth.
2: Stay silent and disappear.
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I'd send signal to Earth, otherwise we'll get more casualties.
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I'd send signal to Earth, otherwise we'll get more casualties.
hello internet. im sorry i cant interact with this thread much, life been funny lately (´；v ；`) i have much free time but i used most of it turning myself into an pillow, i feel like hibernating, i really want to have a bear as pet for me to hug in my sleep, if only they were friendly, even if they do what should i feed them with tho, when i see people having big animals as their pets they fed them with this huge chunk of meat, that meat have to come from somewhere, can bear be vegeterian? i may not interact in the game, im really sorry
GOAT
I can't really keep up btw I'm busy irl sorry :<
I can't really keep up btw I'm busy irl sorry :<
Signal. Get me outta here!
Topic Starter
almonds wrote:
hello internet. im sorry i cant interact with this thread much, life been funny lately (´；v ；`) i have much free time but i used most of it turning myself into an pillow, i feel like hibernating, i really want to have a bear as pet for me to hug in my sleep, if only they were friendly, even if they do what should i feed them with tho, when i see people having big animals as their pets they fed them with this huge chunk of meat, that meat have to come from somewhere, can bear be vegeterian? i may not interact in the game, im really sorry
unfortunate manJLuca913 891 wrote:
GOAT
I can't really keep up btw I'm busy irl sorry :<
Corne2Plum3 wrote:
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I'd send signal to Earth, otherwise we'll get more casualties.
179bpm wrote:
I'll send the signal
Look at these selfish mfs..MangaGrumpy wrote:
Signal. Get me outta here!
hell no. i (xonte) am not going home. i came here. i am not leaving until im relieved. if not, i will die with my honor and glor
wind whispered some incomprehensible words of farewell, and then everything fell silent.
weebShinRun wrote:
I’m kinda interested in why you’re studying Japanese
Topic Starter
guys have you watched avengers civil war? you know what happens when the teams split between two choice
you mean captain america civil war?Manishh wrote:
guys have you watched avengers civil war? you know what happens when the teams split between two choice
Topic Starter
Same thingMangaGrumpy wrote:
you mean captain america civil war?Manishh wrote:
guys have you watched avengers civil war? you know what happens when the teams split between two choice
Topic Starter
What does that mean lolFujiya wrote:
wind whispered some incomprehensible words of farewell, and then everything fell silent.
except for the vague sound of a skateboard rolling across some illegible surface, then everything really fell silentFujiya wrote:
wind whispered some incomprehensible words of farewell, and then everything fell silent.
Bump
Topic Starter
Sometimes you guys forgets that a DM is required for the vote
Got itManishh wrote:
Sometimes you guys forgets that a DM is required for the vote
ages without word, lying in eternal wait. We prepare for the last that may never come
O guide, come, come, are you there?
O guide, come, come, are you there?
Plot twist: everyone is dead ;_;