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Your name is Shu, and you’ve come a long way at the end of the world.
The world as you knew it is long gone, consumed from without by a ravenous being from beyond the stars. Humanity’s been reshaped into a vicious, feral thing by the Crucible, their bodies twisted into raging beasts of muscle and bone, voices and minds warped into tools of war. The Daughters—combatants elected by the Crucible to fight and devour their fellows to reach even the apex of hideous strength—are perhaps the lucky ones, granted the freedom of choice in a world where most humans, flora, and fauna have been melted down into a carpet of raw biomass that’s pulled taut across our world.
Like every other Daughter in existence, you can feel the pull—gnawing at your bones, pulling every fiber of your being towards the tether between a mutilated earth and an alien sky. You call it the Cord, and it’s said that reaching it’s summit will grant the Crucible’s victor the power to reshape all that is into all that will be.
A siren’s song, beckoning you to the end of all things…
…but you’ll fight it, and anything else that would dare to drown out humanity’s future.
Careening into the present, the past twenty-four hours have been spent alternatively making new friends, being betrayed by old ones, and—in one confusing instance—having both happen all at once. But now, in the ruins of a town condemned to destruction years before you even woke to the Crucible, you and your family have unearthed something that the powers-that-be wanted to keep hidden…
…whatever it can do, its power and future now lies in your hands.
The obsidian monolith resting in the pit before you has a sheen like molten onyx, throwing back your armored reflection with an added shimmer of colors that defy description. It’s surrounded by other Relics, some damaged, some whole, but all of them untouched for well over a year. It’s a thing that’s been concealed from sight, guarded by an Amalgam whose very presence inspired fear…slain by your hand, the secrets held under its vigil now laid bare to those who’d dare decipher them.
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Previous Vein: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/5045064/
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Body%20Horror%20Quest
Character Abilities: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p_asyKKcyCbQieAAXo1oogBucLtzSypx8-M9vqA96zE/edit#gid=1685687578
Trypophilic Hive, Ver. 3: https://pastebin.com/bUWG6TNF
Relics, Ver. 7: https://pastebin.com/kHzW2hbd
Dual Techs: https://pastebin.com/2jZ5Zhyx
Character Profiles: https://pastebin.com/eL2zTZ4f
Quest Fan Works: https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1comL20X2jUrPO0p7QMdFinwAwdXHre2F9A5bdXif7_k/mobilebasic
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bodyhorrorquest?lang=en
The world as you knew it is long gone, consumed from without by a ravenous being from beyond the stars. Humanity’s been reshaped into a vicious, feral thing by the Crucible, their bodies twisted into raging beasts of muscle and bone, voices and minds warped into tools of war. The Daughters—combatants elected by the Crucible to fight and devour their fellows to reach even the apex of hideous strength—are perhaps the lucky ones, granted the freedom of choice in a world where most humans, flora, and fauna have been melted down into a carpet of raw biomass that’s pulled taut across our world.
Like every other Daughter in existence, you can feel the pull—gnawing at your bones, pulling every fiber of your being towards the tether between a mutilated earth and an alien sky. You call it the Cord, and it’s said that reaching it’s summit will grant the Crucible’s victor the power to reshape all that is into all that will be.
A siren’s song, beckoning you to the end of all things…
…but you’ll fight it, and anything else that would dare to drown out humanity’s future.
Careening into the present, the past twenty-four hours have been spent alternatively making new friends, being betrayed by old ones, and—in one confusing instance—having both happen all at once. But now, in the ruins of a town condemned to destruction years before you even woke to the Crucible, you and your family have unearthed something that the powers-that-be wanted to keep hidden…
…whatever it can do, its power and future now lies in your hands.
The obsidian monolith resting in the pit before you has a sheen like molten onyx, throwing back your armored reflection with an added shimmer of colors that defy description. It’s surrounded by other Relics, some damaged, some whole, but all of them untouched for well over a year. It’s a thing that’s been concealed from sight, guarded by an Amalgam whose very presence inspired fear…slain by your hand, the secrets held under its vigil now laid bare to those who’d dare decipher them.
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Previous Vein: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/5045064/
Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Body%20Horror%20Quest
Character Abilities: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1p_asyKKcyCbQieAAXo1oogBucLtzSypx8-M9vqA96zE/edit#gid=1685687578
Trypophilic Hive, Ver. 3: https://pastebin.com/bUWG6TNF
Relics, Ver. 7: https://pastebin.com/kHzW2hbd
Dual Techs: https://pastebin.com/2jZ5Zhyx
Character Profiles: https://pastebin.com/eL2zTZ4f
Quest Fan Works: https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/1comL20X2jUrPO0p7QMdFinwAwdXHre2F9A5bdXif7_k/mobilebasic
Twitter: https://twitter.com/bodyhorrorquest?lang=en
