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You tell me! That guy wants to speak with you, of all people. Brain Hard or some shit - does it ring any bells?
Reinhardt? Why, yes. He's working for the Agency now?
Apparently. Care to tell me the whole story?
How about I hug you instead?
Hrmpf. Wanted to sleep anyway.
One hour later.
*lights another cigar*
It's going to kill you one day, you know that?
We both know this job will kill me much faster.
Not if you remain vigilant.
*smirks* Yeah, right. What do you think of Grimwulf?
Fascinating individual. Pretends to be a little off, but in reality he's not. He is calm and collected. Focused. I can tell that by the quality of furniture he made.
Look around you, partner. Every structure seems rushed, not much thought put in the general planning. Not to mention lack of defenses. I mean... Sandbags? That's it?
Maybe we don't know something. Maybe they have a secret weapon of sorts...
Like what?
I don't know... Yet. *walks outside*
*takes a breath of fresh air, then proceeds to the storage area*
*counts units of steel, checks the condition of the firearms, takes note of random grave in the corner*
One hour later.
Well?
They definitely plan to stay here. Enough resources, enough manpower, and yet no fortifications...
Hmmm... *enters the workshop*
Oh, my. Everything is so... medieval.
*dogs growling*
Shhhh. I mean you no harm. Just... curious.
*warms her hands by the fire, then returns to Don*
I'm going to sleep. You?
I'll stay for a while longer. *lights another cigar*
Get some rest, Toni.
A bit later.
*crawls out of the barracks, craving for attention*
*cigar falls down from her mouth*
*pop-pop*
*slowly stepping backwards, opens the door outside*
*dissapointed gurgle*
*plays poker (meaning: STANDS ON TOP OF THE TABLE, gurgling loudly at the cards)*
DAY 19
You should hide somewhere today, Bimbo. We don't want the agents to see you.
*disobeying gurgle*
You're not making this easy for me.
*pop-pop*
Well then... Would you do me favour at least?
*uncertain bubbling sound*
There is a man who doesn't belong to the Agency. I can't expalin it in two words, but he's definitely up to something. This is no coincidence he came here tonight, so if you... *long pause*
*waiting and scattering the cards all over the room with her tentacles*
Look, I don't know how your psionic mind-thing works. Can you read his mind? Do it. If you find some intention against KKK - kill him.
*popping*
Is that a yes?
*pop-pop*
*sigh*
A bit later.
I had a chat with your madre yesterday.
I imagine it was a traumatic experience.
We both agreed that you should wear a pajama when you go to sleep.
... Grimwulf will kick your ass if sees you not working.
Right. Back to the mines! *stands up*
After all, these muscles require some maintenance, jejeje. *kisses his tiny biceps*
*waits for Luka-boy to exit the room* What a douche!
A bit later.
Morning.
You're awake. Finally.
"Finally"? What time is it? 6 AM?
We have guests from the Agency.
So?
They will ask questions, Lizzurd. And we must give them the right answers if we want to prevent another war.
What kind of questions?
I don't know. Could be anything, and I don't want to be unprepared. So. Tell me everything about your gadgets.
Mm? This?
Not THIS. I know you carry a receiver with you! Are you communicating with someone outside of KKK?
No, I don't.
You are going to drag us all into an unnecessary conflict with the Agency.
...
Don't you understand? A single uncertain answer, a mere suspicion is enough for them to send a proper squad. There will be no questions then - just bullets and bloodshed.
Okay. It's a receiver that may or may not receive signals from Space. I wasn't able to make it work, though.
Signals from Space..?
Kek, yes. Do you believe in aliens?
Fuck you.
Rude.
Later that morning.
Are you spying on me, boy?
No. Just chopping trees, sir.
Fucking Grimwulf making everyone work for free, eh?
He is the leader. We follow orders.
My ass is giving better orders than Grimwulf. Right now it orders me to visit the shitter room.
...
I don't like you.
As you say, sir.
*spits on the ground and walks away*
Meanwhile.
Che Guevara!
Good morning, Grim.
Came for breakfast?
No. Came for BLOOD. *enters the prison guest room*
If it isn't the Kommissar himself.
We need to talk.
Dat's fucking right.
You are investigators or some shit, am I correct?
Yes, you are.
This Winter someone stole VODKA from KKK. I want his head. INVESTIGATE.
It doesn't work like that, I'm afraid. We only investigate Eldritch-related cases.
It might have been an Eldritch.
Indeed. Considering one is living right here with you.
WHO, LIZZURD?! I fucking knew it! That treacherous bastard, secretly being non-human.
Are you all right, Kommissar?
*draws his gun*
What do you think you're doing?
I won't hurt you... unless you leave me no choice. But we're done here. I need to speak with Cheetah.
DONE?! I AM THE ONE DECIDING WHEN WE'RE DONE!
Starting from now, I consider all KKK residents to be mind-controlled by the Eldritch until proven otherwise.
Sorry about that, Kommissar.
How dare you?!
Please leave the room. And close the door. Thank you!
Bring. Me. Cheetah!
*furiously slams the door*
How did it go?
I will fucking kill them both! *walks outside*
I've never seen Grimwulf that angry...
That's nothing. Ever tried biting his nose?
No...
Don't. *chuckles* Ever.
Umm, I didn't plan to?
Good for you. What is your plan anyway?
Who said I had any plan?
You came here in KKK for some reason. Then decided to stay for some reason. You are still here. For some reason.
The Mon--
Don't give me that monolith bullshit. It's your last chance to show me the cards, Lizzurd.
Or what? You're going to kill me? Feel free to try.
I don't want to kill you - the very thought is unfathomable for me.
Kek.
What I can do, however, is to show the investigators your book. Oh. *melodramatic gasp* I hope they won't take you away into custody.
...
The Agency isn't known to be subtle when it comes to interrogations.
I hate you.
The feeling is mutual. So what will it be?
... Look. If I tell you the whole story--
*enters the workshop* Oh, jelly beans! Where did I put my meat cleaver??
Hey, mom! Great timing! How is your day?
Get out, Krivol.
Don't talk to her like that!
Thank you, Sasha. You are SO rude, young lady! *about to leave*
Wait!
*goes outside*
Shit.
You were saying..?
I just want to be left alone. Don't I work enough? Don't I contibute the the cause?
Why don't you find a remote place somewhere far away from KKK and live there in solitude?
Because I need to be HERE! You won't understand.
Try me.
Leave me alone!
That's it?
*closes the door*
Later that morning.
*popping merrily, burrows her tentacles into the ground*
You are doing such a great job, sister!
*GURGLE*
You remind me of myself when I was younger. I was just as beautiful as you!
*doubtful pop-pop*
When we harvest these potatoes, I will make you potato juice. Do we have a blender?
*horrified GURGLE*
OF COURSE it doesn't have alcohol in it! We live among noble gentlemen. If you want to marry one of them - BEHAVE!
Meanwhile.
*pshhhhhh* KALIN!
*pshhh* Unless it's about ma bonas...
I need you to stop whatever you're doing-- By the way, what are you doing?
Lookin' at yuuuuuuge crap.
Right... Well, STOP doing that and chop dem GODDAMN TREES.
What about the quarry?
FUCK your quarry! Over and out.
Motherfucker.
*psh psh* I have finished my research, Grim.
Fucking finally!
You will find the blueprints on the table.
Good. Meet me at the guest house.
... I would like to speak with Reinhardt in private. If you don't mind.
I do. Meet me at the fucking guest house, Cheetah!
*sigh* Fine...
A bit later.
*enters the room*
Hello, Abigail.
What is SHE doing here?
I brought MEATBALL COOKIES for everyone!
Ugh. Looks absolutely disgusting. And the smell, oh God...
GIT OUTTA HERE, WOMAN!
NO!! Not until you eat the cookies! *pushes Grimwulf and Cheetah aside on her way to Don and Toni*
*observes Don silently*
*makes a barely noticable signal, pointing to the door*
*nods*
THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!
I AM A WOMAN!!!
Wh-- HE is a woman?!
The Eldritch is fucking with us, Toni.
I'm not f-wording with you, silly. Just want you to eat my cookies.
You know what? I'll come back later. Have fun.
Cheetah! Where do you think you're going?
Don't you need more people cutting down trees?
Hrmpf. I do. But the agents...
They are not going anywhere, Grim. It's not like I can have a proper conversation with that crazy bitch standing nearby.
I guess.
Hey, Boot.
Yes, ma'am?
Talk to me.
I think Kalin suspects surveillance.
Any good news?
He is actually working today.
I want to know what is behind the locked door.
Might be prisoners. Young girls.
Why hide them from everyone?
Well... He doesn't want to share?
Not convinced. Any other theories?
Hmm...
WORK HARDAR, DAMN YOU!!!
FUCK OFF!
I'll have my generators refueled TODAY, or your heads will be put DEEP INSIDE Blobra's leg-tentacles growing hole! CAN YOU HEAR ME, BOOT?!
Yes, sir!
A bit later.
*bubbling an alien tune*
Benjamin!
*GURGLE*
What is your butt called?
*pop-pop-pop*
I fucking knew it. Well, make your POP-POP-POP work, ye loiterer!
*offended popping*
And no chit-chattin'! There goes the first generator.
Can't someone else refuel the generators? You're needed elsewhere.
Kalin should do everything. Sadly, he doesn't.
Meanwhile.
She's gone. Finally.
I had to swallow that... THING! I might throw up any moment.
*ignores Toni completely* What is the meaning of this?
Before we continue our conversation, I need a proof that you're not mind-controlled like everyone else in KKK.
What if they are the ones with free will, and I am the only one who's being controlled?
That would explain your presence here in the colony.
You have your answer now. What about mine?
I've been tracking you for quite some time. I need your help, Abigail.
Cheetah.
... Cheetah. You owe me.
I don't.
*burrowing Cheetah with a long, heavy stare*
Can somebody here fill me in? You two clearly have a history, but Don is always hazy on the details.
I don't know where to start. How long you've been working together?
I joined the Agency about a year ago. Toni has been assigned as my partner from day one.
Does she know that we used to work together?
No.
Let us leave the stories for another time.
*melancholic awww*
I am here to collect my debt.
Once again, I owe you nothing.
*kick opens the door* FOUND YA, GODDAMN LOITERERS!
Great timing. I was just about to tell the story of Reinhardt.
I know a better one - of a woman named Zeppy.
*clenches her teeth for a short moment*
Name sounds familiar. Hmm...
Okay. WAY too much tension. I'll be nearby, Don.
I'll catch up later.
*leaves the room*
We shouldn't waste our breath on stories, don't you agree, Cheetah?
... Yeah.
Now tell me, Kommissar. Are you out of your goddamn mind?
Yes. Say YES.
Dem voices in my head say that I am.
An Eldritch is living here with you!
Bimbo is... unlinke any other Elder Things. Not like I've met a whole lot, but still.
They are alien, vile creatures that would wipe humanity off this planet's surface at first given opportunity. Do I really need to explain this??
Still think she's mind-controlling us? How about the opposite? I am controlling her!
How on Earth would you do that?
By the sheer power of GLOOOORIOUS POTATOES!
Potatoes..? *sigh* In any case, you are in luck. Because I don't give two fucks about that Eldritch.
Some agent you are.
The Agency was fun while it lasted. Unfortunately, I am no longer welcome there.
That's why you came to KKK?
Yes. I wish to join you, Cheetah. Certainly you wouldn't reject this offer, knowing my... experience.
Gud. We need more men.
Not Reinhardt. Why are you quitting the Agency? Why did you join them in the first place?
And what about your partner?
Too many questions. Look, I will tell you everything in proper time. Let me handle Toni - it's going to be fine. I promise.
Later that day.
Don! I found a very disturbing book in their fridge. This place is full of Eldritch filth!
Give it a rest.
What's wrong? We should contact the Agency right away!
Not enough evidence yet.
Not enough evidence?? Are you even serious??
Don't rush it. If we manage to handle this ourselves, without backup, it means promotions. KKK is our ticket to a better future.
I don't know, Don... The Eldritch...
We fought them before. Trust me, Toni. I have a plan.
One hour later.
Remember: short, straight-forward answers.
I have a baad feeling about this...
I've been interrogated before. It's not as bad as it sounds.
They can talk to MAH PHAT DICK and see if they can get any ANSWURS from him!
That's exactly what you shouldn't say, Kalin.
*spits on the dog*
*angry bark*
*enters the dining room* Let's get this over with. Kalin, meet Reinhardt. Rein, meet Kalin.
What's your role in KKK?
Bashin' prole skulls.
Security. *writes something down in his Detective Log* How long do you know Grimwulf?
Too long. We crashlanded together on dat motherfuckin' planet years ago.
Ever noticed him acting... irrational?
Never noticed him acting sane.
Any change in his behaviour after the Eldritch joined KKK?
Ye ye, he's not paying me bonas. Probubly mind-controlled.
He never paid you any bonuses, Kalin.
PROBUBLY mind-controlled. Probubly just being a dick.
What does Grimwulf believe in?
He believes in Kalin working for free. Fucking Grimwulf.
... Okay, we're done. NEXT!
A bit later.
Did you like my cookies?
I'm the one asking questions here.
Is it about my weight? It's the stress, you see. I plan to start using a diet soon--
Shut it, Krivol! Just answer Reinhardt's questions.
You joined KKK just recently, correct? How did you find the place?
I had a dream...
*facepalm*
I saw beautiful flowers and... ice cream. Dead shoggoths lying everywhere. On top of their bodies stands a handsome bear, holding bottle of vodka in one hand, a deer's severed head in another. My son is dancing in the distance. Still a five-months old boy. He is missing both legs. Numerous helicopters are flying above, dropping meatballs on us. Someone screams "bonus" and "fuck" - the voice is desperate, crestfallen. And then Her Majesty arrives--
Enough! *slams his log on the table* What is wrong with you?!
You are wasting your time.
Call next.
A bit later.
This room is too crowded...
Yes, ma'am? Did you want to see me?
Yes. Detectives, this is Boot - my personal assistant.
Your new Consiglieri?
Personal assistant.
I see...
How did you lose your eye, Boot?
...
It's all right. Tell them.
Ms. Murphy cut it out.
Why did she do that?
To defend the kolony, I guess. I used to work for Umbra PMC before I joined KKK.
Umbra??
Bingo.
What do you know about the Harbinger?
Old battleship wrecked on the northern coast? Only rumors. Umbra used it for stashing supplies.
Who was guarding the stash?
Once again, it's just a rumor. A legendary soldier, one-man army. I was a private, don't know the details.
This soldier... Could it be he wasn't human?
I don't know.
There is no longer a stash or that soldier guarding the Harbinger. Is there another stash on the continent?
I don't know.
Enough.
We are looking for that soldier, Ms. Murphy. This is the case.
He told you everything he knew. You may go, Boot.
Yes, ma'am. *goes outside*
You realize that keeping a deserter from Umbra among you is suicide?
I would appreciate if you share your intel regarding Umbra.
I'm sorry, Ms. Murphy. This information is classified.
Reinhardt?
...
I'll remember that.
A bit later.
What's your name?
Lizzurd.
Why are you here?
Taking care of my mom. She's been coo-coo since I was born.
What can you tell me about the book in your fridge?
Been there when I first came to KKK.
Funny. Cheetah told me you wrote it.
... Kek.
Did you?
Sort of..?
Why?
I was drunk.
Why do you keep it?
Komrades shame me with it every day.
Lizzurd. I have to take you into custody and bring to the Agency, along with the book.
Well... shit.
*takes a pause* There is but one other option.
Oh. I see. *whispers* How much?
You can't bribe me, idiot. But I need a favour from you.
What do you want me to do?
*whispers something in Lizzurd's ear*
*eyes are filling with horror*
Meanwhile.
Yo, Spanish ass-monger.
Senor Policeman?
It's my shift. You go talk to dem annoying detectives.
Should I wear a tie?
*looks at Luka-boy as if he was a pile of crap*
Watch. Me. Dissapear. Pufffffff...
I could use quality rec-time with some 18 yo.
This group was just passing by, no trade, no nothing.
The fun part is that they are all girls, 15-17 years old.
Fucking KKK. No space bitches, no nuthin'...
Later that evening.
Yours is a curious community, Kommissar Grimwulf.
We struggle, but it will pay off eventually. Kommunism is the only way.
Will you hold it against me if I invite more agents to your kolony?
I don't care. Can't you see I'm building a stool?
I like the guest room. Very minimalistic, and yet very cozy.
It's a prison.
... Oh.
What's the history between your partner and Cheetah?
I don't know much, but they know each other. Used to work together. Maybe a romance took place - who knows?
Hard to keep people working when those goddamn agents walk around distracting everyone.
The main building is almost done. Need just one more room for guest room/barracks.
Beelzebub and Krivol are done sowing. Back to gud old hunting now.
Meanwhile.
It's high time we have a private conversation.
Agree.
The Agency? Really?
Your organizations are not too different. Both aim for righteous goals. Both are too cowardly to take one step further in order to achieve them.
Your only goal is genocide, you nazi.
Don't be stupid, Cheetah. I want this world to be safe for humans. I know we can unite under a single strong government.
I got rid of you after you went on a rampage, slaughtering one fishfolk village after another. "A world safe for humans" my ass.
How can you defend these... abominations?!
You have no place among us, Reinhardt. Why don't you try your luck in Umbra PMC?
They kill everyone. This isn't my goal. Never was.
Why are you leaving the Agency anyway?
I am sick. My condition... It's hard to describe. Don't worry, it won't affect my perfomance, but they won't keep an Agent like me either. Only a matter of time before they find out.
I don't trust you. We don't need a soldier with your kind of... principles.
If you wish to live together with an Eldritch abomination - fine, I won't stop you. Let's start with urgent, direct threats, then we can discuss our... pro-human policy.
I must think it over. Tough decision.
Fair enough.
*about to leave*
One more thing.
What?
Last time we met you were in charge of the Red Party.
...
I heard rumors. They say that Zeppy was slain in a duel with one of Grimwulf's henchmen. Which raises a question...
No more talks about Zeppy or the Red Party. Understood?
*smirks* A favour for a favour.
Fuck you, Reinhardt.
One hour later.
Why should I let him stay?
He will be an asset to our cause. Trust me.
Come on, Kommissar. You accepted lesser people in your ranks.
All men are equal here in KKK.
Equally useless.
Grim. Listen to me.
Is he your ex or sumth?
HELL NO!
Then what is the meaning of this??
We. Need. This. Man.
You won't regret it. You have my word, Kommissar.
Later that night.
There you are.
You were looking for The Cook? Or maybe you would like to... be cooked?
Merely asking questions. So... You are a communist?
My heart is bleeing with redistribution.
What do you do around here?
ANYTHING the Kommissar says. His orders are so, so... arousing.
...
They make my pickle go chpok.
... I see.
Ask me about the scent of my body, I BEG YOU.
I think we're done here. Thank you. Have a good night!
What good is the night without a detective in my bed? Both detectives, actually.
Okaaay... *walks away*
Later that night.
Uhhhhmmm, Kommissar Grim Wolf?
Not availiable at the moment.
I have a bad feeling about Reinhardt.
Me too.
Maybe you shouldn't accept him?
Oh, come on. He seems like a hard-working chap.
Something ain't right about him.
You are the leader, Grimwulf, albeit a shitty one. MAKE YOUR CALL!
HEY!! I AM NOT A SHITTY LEADER!!!
Of course you're not. Stop screaming, will you?
Tomorrow I am starting a Megaproject.
Oh?
A building so huge, you will see it from SPACE!
Go to bed, Grim.
*mumbles* Grimlin...
MAKE YOUR KEY CHOICE
The results of the voting will be delayed, coz I'm going to play next several days right now, so I can post updates while on business trip.
Reinhardt doesn't have a vote yet, just a regular voice-in-the-head one.
Collective voting
Agenda № 1: Research.
First of all, we will research Batteries tech. Kommissar's call. Hivemind decides what we research after Batteries.
1. Solar Panels (it's hard to set up a proper power station using batteries and wind turbines only, gotta use Solar Panels too)
2. Microelectronics Basics (comms consoles; advanced research bench; quests from other factions; important milestone tech)
3. Canning Tech (proper kommunistic food)
4. Smithing (another important milestone tech that leads to Machining and all kinds of stuff)
5. Plumbing (ACTUAL toilets, baths and also heaters! Heaters working on hot water instead of electricity)
6. Explosive IED (basically landmines)
7. Incendiary IED (security measures for all ya pyromaniacs)
8. Complex Clothing (so we would look refined)
9. Refining (making chemfuel out of wood)
10. Basic Fuses (to prevent short circuits)
Agenda № 2: Building.
This is the Grimlin, men.
We're gonna do it, and it's gonna be glorious.
I do have a few construction ideas in mind, but can't decide if we need them or not.
First, deadfall traps scattered in places where raiders go most often.
They take a shitton of stone blocks to build, so might not be worth it.
Second is a small private house.
We can decide who will live there by voting. Probably a waste of space and resources, though.
So what will it be?
1. Security, but no private house. We need defenses, we don't need privacy.
2. Private house, but no security. Deadfall traps is a waste of resources, and house looks cozy.
3. Both, coz why not?
4. NONE, focus on the goddamn Grimlin!
That's it for today. Stay tuned, coz moar updates are coming this week.
Our dogs need a bath and the warmth from steampowered heaters. The humans probably too.
Stoneblocks look like a waste of resources to me, house comes to late to be accepted by Kalinski as a bawnus. He's got his own mancave now.
So, focus on the Grimlin instead. Such a display of KKKommunist supremacy will be enough to keep enemies away. If not, we are starting to have enough KKKolonists to employ the traditional and proven "human wave" strategy. Ask private greenbutt, he is the (un)living proof.
I take it Cheetos was a disappointment then? Btw, she is playing Grimwulf like a sockpuppet by now, he should seriously check inside his pants if everything is still where it should be...
Excelent update, as always.
As for the vote, I vote Solar Panels. KKK can't be sustained on fuel generators alone.
Oh, and also Focus on Gremlin. We can always build both private house and traps later. Also, given that you're playing with Lovecraftian mods, I somehow doubt that the deadfall traps will be very effective.
Fascinating individual. Pretends to be a little off, but in reality he's not. He is calm and collected. Focused. I can tell that by the quality of furniture he made.
Grimlin has to be placed in the center of KKK. Further expansion will be performed around Grimlin. Our current main building will be reconstructed into a prison, komrades will live in Stalinka's, enjoying communal apartments (3 beds in every room!) - dis gonna be glorious like you won't believe.