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  1. Ah. An opportunity to flex my stiff RP muscles. Calling dibs on one seat for Jiana. That could be one hell of a homecoming for her...
  2. …Before pseudo-Vlad could have a taste of his "father"'s flesh, a sudden help from an unarmed paladin came unexpected. The kick was hard enough to knock out the mutant and stun it for a few seconds. But even those few seconds were enough for Vlad. He quickly got up and raised his flamethrower so the tube's end would be pointed at pseudo-Vlad's maw. And without hesitation, true-Vlad pulled the trigger. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! The giant insect twitched, wailing under an enormous fire wave. A scent of burnt flesh hit Vlad's nostrils. There was a humane instinct to puke in disgust, yet the engineer somehow suppressed that nauseous feeling. All he cared about was to not letting any of these bug live. The dormant cruelty, once awakened in Tia, had taken hold of Vlad. And it let him go only after there was nothing but embers left from the doppelganger. Vlad let out a deep sigh, looking from above at his twisted "replacement". He whispered: "No witty punchlines for you, you ugly motherf-" Suddenly his attention had been drawn out by the sounds from the room he hadn't noticed before. Inside it, he saw perhaps the most nature-insulting thing in the history of Valucre: a giant amalgamation. The upper half was a humanoid one that looked like a premium version of now-dead insect females - and not just in a sexual sense. The lower half was a meaty dark blob engulfed in tentacles. Something was suggesting… no, speaking in Vlad's mind that this… thing was THE culprit behind all this dimensional hijinks. The insects were either slashed, burnt or something in-between. And the abomination… was the last one in the list. Vlad readjusted the straps of a gas satchel and prepared to push forward, but two other "prisoners" beat him to it. First, a man rushed toward the monster with exceptional speed. Vlad could swear that the light created by flaming corpses became slightly dim. But it was a Shadow Guard who had completely flabbergasted him. Shadowy tendrils arose around her, absorbing a nearby burning corpse. A barely audible murmur, turning into a powerful shout, and then - one swing, and the wall of black fire moved at the abomination, destroying everything at its way. Vlad gulped nervously. And he had balls to boast above her corpse at the Coliseum! An inhuman wail and a short quake indicated that the attack led by those two shadow casters did some damage. Even though, the monster was still intact. Vlad clenched the flamethrower's tube, getting closer to the source of evil. And then Vlad noticed that his vision suddenly became blurry. He blinked a few times, only to saw several transparent figures appear before his eyes. Among them Vlad recognized those people who went through all the realms alongside him and without him. The engineer stood in shock. Was it an astral projection? Were there the souls of his fallen comrades? Was he unable to grasp all these ethereal forms and just hallucinating? Vlad rose his head and- "Outsider's Tits!!!" He let out an old patian cuss word. Something he had never used since his departure. There was a solid reason for a profanity, though - a giant elephant-shaped specter just floated above by using nothing but its ears as wings… Yep. Definitely hallucinating. But then Vlad's gaze fixed onto the largest specter in the middle. It was the same mutant queen he was seeing in the flesh before him. She was in all her ethereal glory - with extra wings and zero tentacles. A tiny assumption burrowed into Vlad's mind. When Vlad looked upon a dark orb formed by one of specters, that assumption found its confirmation. That was THE chance to strike down the queen both physically and spiritually. If there are no parallel dimensions involved, that is. Fidelitas and the Shadow Guard had contributed their inner magic, spawning white and purple orbs respectively. The other one, Ed, seemed to find a way to slip between the realms. Now there was only him, Vlad. A man with no extraordinary powers or bleeding-edge tech. He was a mostly normal man with scarred body yet untainted mind. He had nothing to offer for help on both sides. He hesitated… but not for long. He was compelled by Fidelitas' commanding voice and partially by his own consciousness. An all-out attack would require an effort from everyone. One does not need to be a technician to understand that. Vlad wasn't willing to spend his last seconds condemning himself for cowardice. And thus, he engulfed his right palm into the orb. "I have nothing to offer but my own flesh and blood" - he murmured, - "but if my will is enough to end this madness… you can have it all." The engineer felt the skin on his palm tingling, feeling the touch of magical energy conjured and combined. Having reached the state of tranquility, he channeled his thoughts inside an orb. A small crimson bubble appeared in his palm and joined the upcoming parade of spheres. Vlad watched it fly and steadily grow. While he was concentrated on the ritual, his subconsciousness noted the feeling of the unnatural warmth in his shoulders, which was becoming more and more apparent. It was just like some unknown force was… …hugging him?
  3. Ahem. Pardon me for the interruption. Got tough week at my workplace, had no time to post. I do hope I'll scrap a few hours to contribute at weekend.
  4. Ok, so... Long story short: AFV no more.

    I'd got released from the hospital three days ago. (COVID-19 had got me). Still weakened, I need some time to sort out my affairs and get myself together before I dive back into RP.

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    2. B2BBear

      B2BBear

      Glad you’re okay brother

    3. P.N.See

      P.N.See

      Same to you. Never seen you for a while.

    4. B2BBear

      B2BBear

      I check in from time to time lol

  5. P.N.See

    Public AFV Thread

    Quick announcement: i'm going to a vacation approx. next Monday, and I would be AFV till 23 of September (also approx.)
  6. More threatening than the giant oven. More overwhelming than the arena. More putrid than the ratkin's den. As Vlad stepped inside the chamber after traversing through the tunnels, he gulped and forced himself not to puke once again. Aside from the same eggs and fleshy tendrils he saw before, there was a multitude of human-like figures before him. At first glance, most of them looked like the residents of Bloodwatch: Charlie, Soryn, Jack Murray... Yet the resemblance was deceptive. Elongated limbs, expanded jaws - all of these... things were the crime against humanity. There were also two figures that looked even more alien than human, yet somehow attractive. And another three... no, five figures, which were looking fairly convincing for a human mockup... or were they? Vlad's eyes widened as he recognized one among three figures rushing at the monster before him. It was her! The vicious shadow guard! The one HE saw dying at the coliseum! And yet, there she was, alive and quite kicking... and also got herself multiplied in numbers. Vlad instantly shook off his head - it wasn't the time to clog his mind with those confusing thoughts. Once again, he took a quick glance at multiple copies of Ilene and concluded that most of them were human enough. Suddenly several Norkotian-looking insects blocked Vlad's passage. They were hissing at him and stepped around to corner him. The engineer waved rapidly with the flamethrower's tube and made a few short presses on the trigger. Foop. Foooop. A pair of fiery clouds illuminated the chamber, alerting everyone of Vlad's presence. The monsters backed down, hurt by sudden heat. One of them got inside the ignited cloud, and its flesh began to sizzle. Having realized his advantage, Vlad inhaled and pulled the trigger at maximum. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! A floating wave of fire had engulfed three insects, whose screams were overlapping with expulsion sounds from the tube. Most of the monsters in the chambers - save for two greater ones - were stunned by such assault. Then, almost all at once, they rushed at him - only to be scorched. Vlad fought his way toward the man struggling against Ilene's doppelganger. He recognized the man as Fidelitas the captain. With a loud scream "GET DOWN!" he pointed the tube at the monster and pulled the trigger again. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! If Fidelitas lets the doppelganger go and steps aside, the latter would be hit by flame shower pointed right into its face. Wailing in pain, it would collapse on the ground and tremble in convulsion until it would stop moving completely, deeply fried and emanating a foul scent of cooked insect. Vlad released the trigger and rushed to Fidelitas to help him get up. "Sir, are you okay?" - The engineer spoke softly. But before the paladin could answer, Vlad raised his weapon again: more and more man-insects were coming. Without hesitation he pressed forward and once again illuminated the chamber with flames. Overwhelmed by power in his hands, he started to behave a little bit cocky. "What's wrong?!" - He yelled at them. - "Too hot for your tastes, huh? Huh?!" Suddenly someone or something knocked Vlad out from behind. He lost the grip on the flamethrower's tube and fell down on his belly. He attempted to roll back as fast as the backpack full of gas would allow it. As soon as he had done it, he froze in shock. Above him stood the deformed tall creature. It had a chitinous growths instead of hair, a long mantis-like limbs and a gaping mouth full of sharp teeth. In any other aspects it was a perfect copy of Vlad Nassar. Vlad the human had only the momentum to block his doppelganger's attack. He acknowledged that with his inferior physical form and being particularly in prone position, he wouldn't hold that long in close-range combat...
  7. Well, it was fun till it lasted. You shouldn't blame yourself for the thread's decline, we too fail to contribute to it because of our own real-life issues. Truth be told, I couldn't fully connect myself with the narrative, partially because of my relatively poor character build, partially because it was overloaded with stuff that was (at least, from my perspective) difficult to play around with. The premise was cool (and it still is!), and I do hope someday we could revitalize it in one form or another.
  8. The ground team had been taken care, all thanks to Delta, the fellow mutant. However, Chrome was left face to face against the mechas, outnumbered and seemingly outpowered. After all the carnage both mutants caused in the hangar, Charlie team would make sure those two wouldn't move past them until promised reinforcements arrive. This one was bearing several ichor-stained scars left on its "armor" by Cyclopes' shots; thus this one was forced to switch to a more deceptive approach. The humanoid mutant gripped tightly a salvaged assault rifle it picked up earlier: by cruel convenience, gene designers considered basic weapon operation on "muscle memory" level. Still sticking to its gene program, Chrome hid beneath stationary mechas, avoiding direct contact while at the same time watching over his "companion" through his pupillless eyes. Once again, the mutant was apprehended by a blade-wielding mecha. There was an audible creak coming from one of its legs - a noticeable weak point for a skillful demolisher. A split second came between the muscle memory kicked in and the trigger being pulled. TRRRRRTRRRRRTRRRRTRRRR! Several bullets smashed into the mecha's metal carcass, leaving a small bulges and dealing practically no harm. Still, it was more than enough to irritate the Charlie team. This one might not hear it, but the radio was filled with new portions of confusion, dread and anger. "What the...?! That sonovabitch is shooting my joints!" "W-where did this guy learned to shoot?!" "Shop whining and take its gray ass down before it gets away!" Yet before the pilots could catch Chrome's low profile on their sensors, there had come another short burst, a bit closer to team's current position. TRRRRRTRRRRRTRRRRTRRRR! Still aimed at melee Cyclopes' joints, still dealing little to no damage. Charlie team reacted swiftly with a barrage of bullets, yet this one slipped away rows of already damaged robots just to fire up again almost behind of the group. TRRRRRTRRRRRTRRRRTRRRR! "He is mocking us!!!" - the team leader spat out. - "Alright, I've had enough of these games! Squad, spread out across the rows and scrape him outta here. And for Gaia's sake, watch out for acid!" Five remaining Cyclopes carried out the order and take their respective places, bayonets at ready. But no matter how vigilant they were, they were too clumsy to get in their sights a human-sized mutant, whose exterior was perfectly blending with armor paint. This one kept hiding, occasionally revealing himself in unexpected location, further confusing the unit until... TRRRRRTRRRRRTR- *click-click* *click* An unnerving silence after a seemingly useless shootout. The melee Cyclopes, "Charlie-7", was mildly annoyed by Chrome's assault, yet the unit couldn't afford letting one's guard down - not with the twitching abomination under the tip of a bayonet. The pilot was unaware that this one had slipped on another side of garage and was at jump distance from him. Chrome silently put down the emptied gun and leapt past two Charlie units. "I see him! Charlie-7, watch your..." Before mechas could react, Chrome clung to the melee Cyclopes' leg and started climbing toward the cockpit. This one left a chunk of acid on a weakened joint, which instantly started to seep through the metal. The pilot attempted to throw the mutant out by spinning the mecha around, but then- CRRRRRRRRRRACK! Unable to withstand both the mecha unit pressure and corrosive liquid, the leg joint burst. The Cyclopes tilted, dragging Chrome down along with it. "Sh-shit!!! I'm losing balance, I..." Amidst all the chaos happening in a split second, the pilot realized he had lost control over other mutant. Delta was once again free to rip and tear along with his "monochrome friend", but first it needed to get out from under the falling mecha lest he would be squashed. Oh, and also brace itself for Charlie team's retaliation in form of a rocket barrage. They did not mind the Charlie-7 pilot stuck in a cockpit: for them he was already dead... But at least they would kill two birds at once, wouldn't they?
  9. (courtesy of good ol' Wikipedia) Isekai (Japanese: 異世界, transl. "different world") is an "accidental travel" genre of light novels, manga, anime and video games that revolve around a normal person from Earth being transported to, reborn or otherwise trapped in a parallel universe or fantasy world. Basically, our characters were experiencing constant "accidental travel" moments during this campaign. Simply put, they were getting isekai'd. Crude use of Japanese, I know. Fun fact: there is a ridiculous abundance of isekai-type fiction in modern Russian literature. It is mostly about officers/conscripts/random guys getting tossed into WWII era. There is also one infamous novel about a boy getting tossed into Neon Genesis Evangelion-esque universe. Also fun fact: there is a thread here on Valucre where we were attempting to play out the isekai scenario with us as PCs.
  10. There was no reason to stay in the infested hospital any longer. Jack and his companions escaped through the same backdoor they came from, leaving the long trail of bodies being sliced, chopped and/or fried. The dark valley was filled with ear-piercing wailing. They were aware the living ones were here. Having memorized the map excerpt, Jack moved swiftly away from the hospital block. He had no second thought about intentions of Capria and Raven – he knew they would follow him no matter what. The mercenary found himself at the beginning of a fork. One road lead toward the emergency elevator, another one lead to the backup generator block. Both destinations were equidistant, both crucial to the group's success. Yet, even with full power they couldn’t make it in time and handle the entire horde if they were all going to the generator first, unless… It is a risky maneuver, but I used to handle such things. I hope my leg doesn’t fail me. Jack turned toward Capria and Raven and explained his plan by using hand gestures - he respected their decision to keep silent during the outbreak. He offered that they would both rush toward the elevator, while he would sneak into the generator block, where he would turn the aux power on. As soon as the elevator gets back online, they would get inside and move up asap, should he fail to come back. As soon as Jack had finished, several zombies crawled outside from adjacent blocks to feast upon intruders’ flesh. The company had seconds to decide.
  11. "Well, I'll be..." Among the pile of egg shells Vlad had found a pair of steel tanks tied together by a belt and an elongated tube. It was a flamethrower of Norkotian design, probably the former possession of one of Jack Murray's goons. Its owner was nowhere to be seen, however - neither alive nor dead. Well, it would be much more useful in the engineer's hands... if only he wasn't much tied by indoctrinated safety measures. Vlad WAS aware he would have find difficult to operate this contraption without his "magitechnical sixth sense" or, at least, without a copy of "Flamethrowers for Dummies". But Tim's bullet barrels were empty, and the only viable piece of equipment he had at the moment was a slimy egg shell. Having clenched his teeth, Vlad lifted the tank pack. The carriage was quite hefty to handle: the tanks were seemingly full, unused even. "Guess who's cooking with gas tonight." - Vlad wheezed, as he was adjusting the straps on his shoulders. Then he attached the tube's hose to tanks and made sure it was fixated properly. That was... easy. Baby steps, Vlad, but nonetheless... He examined the flamethrower's tube and noticed a lever just under his right palm. Something lingered in the engineer's mind. struggling to come out and reveal its purpose without unnecessary and unsafe actions. Unable to figure it out by himself, Vlad had committed the unnecessary and unsafe action. He pulled the trigger and... FSSST. Under the rays of the turret's lamp Vlad saw a cloud shooting out of the tube. The chamber had been filled out with a distinct scent of gasoline. So this one ejects the fuel, huh. Looks decent, but where's the light? He continued the examination and moved his gaze toward a barely noticeable pipe under the main tube. There was a tiny valve and a spark wheel near the end. For some reason such tiny contraption reminded Vlad of a cigarette lighter. He rotated the tube so the ignition pipe would be not too far, opened the valve and instinctively started to flip the wheel with his thumb. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. OUCH! A small blue flame had engulfed Vlad's fingers, and he was forced to take his hand away. Nonetheless, seeing the result of his actions, Vlad carefully lowered the flamethrower and set it into the working position. The flame from the lighter burned steadily, just in front of the main tube's end. The flamethrower was fully operational - at least, that was what Vlad thinking at the moment. Hmm... How much damage this thing could deal if I pull it just... a little... "HELP!" Suddenly Vlad heard a man's voice. It was coming from the cavern's exit, the one that was illuminated by Tim. "Who's there?!" - Vlad exclaimed, weapon at ready. He was mentally prepared for some sort of a booby trap, yet there was a strange, confusing feeling. A sense of familiarity. He somehow recognized the voice... a paladin... a captain from the expedition Vlad came to this place with! What's was his name? Fidel? Fido? ...Fidelitas! So he is alive! ...Or are we both dead? Wherever the case, the paladin, a seemingly experienced warrior, was in the big trouble, devoid of any source of light. And given the fact Vlad had the source of light right in his hands... "Hey! Over here!" - he shouted, moving fast toward the source of Fidelitas' voice. He noticed how difficult it was to traverse with quite a baggage on his back. He took a few turns through the tunnel, while keeping an eye on a light trail left behind. Alas, there was no sight of a paladin. Might've been just an illusion, Vlad thought to himself. When he turned back, however, he froze in shock. The faint light coming from the cavern was off. Fuck! First sensors, now lights... Damn that scam from Ignatz! It was too dangerous to traverse back. Vlad was engulfed in the darkness, and only a flame from the lighter provided some degree of sight. There was an idea to lighten the path with some short bursts, which would be as well helpful to get accustomed to his new Norkotian wartoy. Still, Vlad concluded with unusual prudence that would be a waste of fuel. And it would drag an unwanted attention - not that the lighter wasn't alluring enough. And so, driven partially by instincts, partially by forceful circumstances, Vlad traversed forward, leaving the broken turret behind. Guided by a blue light, he moved slowly toward another cavern, where strange noises - something between the wind's howl or someone's voice - could be heard from...
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