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You walk down the landing ramp, looking out at the large walls that surround the massive factory-city. Nude men wander around, covered in grease and holding large tools. Fay walks out of the landing, a shoulder-mounted camera and speaker on her to give Primus a place to speak and see.


"Well... I guess they're nude. What a lovely view, am I right, Karth?" Fay smirks.


"You grew up in a tribe of nudists," you remark.


"Yeah, but that was when I was little. Now that I'm post-pubescent, I can appreciate the view."


You flick your wrist, sending her tumbling to the ground.


"Asshole," she laughs, oping back to her feet.


A thick, burly, oil-covered man walks forward from the crowd of workers, a huge wrench in his hands.


"What?" he grunts.


"My name's Karth. I..."


You see a brawl emerge from the crowd to your left. Two massive workers begin to fight, their massive fists smashing into each other with an astonishing strength. They let out howling shouts as more men join into the fight. The leader strides forward with a growl, swinging his wrench and smashing a few men in the head, forcing them to crumple to the ground. Soon, the fight ends with a bunch of injured men lying on the ground.


"Sorry 'bout that," the leader says. "One of the boys thought Chef gave him too little meat. You know how men are. The name's O'Neill."


"You know why we're here?" you ask. 


"You wanted to hire some of my men, huh? This Primus fella or whoever the fuck I talked to cleared it up with me," O'Neill asks. "I can get it done. We've been having a population explosion. But I want something in return."


"Go on?" you ask.


"My men are taken care of. Good medical treatment, free food, rooms and drink, and I mean men's drink, not milk and honey-shit, as well as payment for their work done. In exchange, I'll give you all the men you need. We gotta deal?"

You refuse

"No. In five minutes, we've seen your men behave as brutes, and you're asking for too much," you say.


O'Neill spits on the ground and snarls.


"Get the fuck outta here, boy," he says.


With that, you quickly depart and head back to your ship.
"As you wish," Durge says. 


It's only a matter of days as you ferry  soldiers to the planet. Eventually, you find yourself with the other tribals, Goliaths and gladiators on the planet. You stand by Fay, looking at the plains, now considerably bigger, that you grew up in.


"Well, we're home," Fay says.


"We are. Well, let's see where this goes," you reply.


Now, the future is yours.

Three Years Later...

Tribal


Life is hard. Kyros' scouring of the planet for resources has driven many plant and animal species that you once relied on for food extinct. You're required to travel even more constantly than you once did, as life is permanently tough and hath without much respite, and few luxuries. 


The Orks are another issue. With the destruction and kidnapping of the tribes, they've spread extensively. While your newfound "tribe" are killing machines, it seems the Orks are never-ending. You push them back, though these battles are not without their losses, which you will take a while to get back from, which leads to another issue: reproduction.


You find yourself struggling to make up your numbers. The Goliaths are infertile, most not even having genitals. The tribals are more successful, but not by much. It seems Kyros' experiments have taken their toll. Infertility rates are high, as are the amount of miscarriages. A few manage, though, the offs of which increase when partnered with a non-tribal. The gladiators are the only ones who have great success here, as their numbers multiply as young, physically fit people do as young, physical fit people do. 


Despite these issues, your tribe perseveres. You find a girl, a pretty gladiator with few scars and a gorgeous mane of fiery red hair. The fact that her breasts are the size of melons is coincidental to your attraction. You both eventually have a combination of an Uwais marriage and an Gladiator bonding ritual, which you nearly pass out during when you have to cut open the palm of your hand. If anything, Kyros' experiments have increased your fertility, as you soon find yourself with a child. The child seems perfect, having a strong body and a powerful mind, the best of both her parents. 


It is this child that gives you hope. A child with the best of both her parents, who will weather any hardships the world. Your tribe are driving the Orks to extinction. The jungle is spreading again, and with it the planets and animals that you rely on. The present may harsh, but the future is forever hopeful.
"Done," you say.


"Perfect," Captain Lipton says.


He extends a hand, which you shake. He slides a bottle of red liquid and two glasses from a cost pickets popping it on the table, followed by a lighter and two big lho-sticks. He pours some liquid in both glasses, offering one to you.


"Here's to success," he says. 


"To success," you reply, downing your drink.

Three Years Later...

Paradise and Luxury


You lie in a hammock, a bottle of spiced wine in your hands. You've become quite accustomed to the drink, as have many nobles and rich merchants apparently, hence why its smuggled through here on a regular basis. You watch as Landers land in the distance, trying to tell whether they're the Morallian smugglers or the space marine pirates. 


Your relationship with Captain Lipton has been a profitable one. The standard of living for your men has risen greatly, as a huge amount of wealth floods through here, as well as rare and exotic goods and luxuries that you're all eager to get your hands on. You know Captain Lipton hasn't exactly been fair with the agreement, taking the lion's share of the profit to fund his wars for control with the other pirate vessels, but you're making enough that you couldn't give a flying fuck.


You find a wife soon. The first slaving vessel lands, attempting to repair and perhaps sell a few of its slaves. You quickly make sure that it's the last slave vessel, as you force the crew into slavery and release the slaves, unwilling to force people into the same slavery as you were forced into. One of the slaves, a beautiful girl with fiery red hair and a gorgeous face. The big pair of tits don't hurt either. You have a wedding festival, a grand event that cost a small fortune. Soon, a child is concieved, a beautiful daughter with her mother's kindness amd humility and her father's powerful mind. Hopefully, she won't have her mother's tits, because you'll skin any suitor that makes a pass at your little angel. You know she will do great things some day.


Although your life is pleasurable and easy, you do have one major issue, one problem that has driven you to drink, to gamble, to eat, to take various drugs and to laze around: boredom. The only fights you get to take part in are stopping the occasional drunken scuffle or fending off a raid which the orbital cannons make an ease. You feel you've wasted your potential here. Still, you're happy. You've a daughter to carry on your legacy. What more could a man want?
Amadeus, more than happy to see you leave and the leadership of the vessel to fall into command of the Staine siblings who will eagerly shower him in luxury to appease him,  gleefully navigates the vessel towards New Marsbourth. You find one of the smallest, weakest factions in the planet, the noble house of Gilford, a who are little more than a pawn to bigger houses, not even having made any alliances with any house at all, let alone one of the larger ones. Yin a few quick raids, you wipe out the Gildford House, taking their place as Rulers and guardians of the tiny amount of territory they controlled. Landers ferry people, equipment, supplies and rare resources down to the planet, where they begin to set up inside the Gilford House's fortress.


With the conquest of the Gilford House, you're left as a new, unexpected player, a small but powerful faction. You realistically have two choices, two long term plans for your forces. You could go to war. The Staine siblings will help your forces get a few critical early victories, before leaving you to wage and perhaps finish the War of the New Marsbourth Houses has been going on for centuries if not millennia. 


Secondly, you could go for the peaceful option. You control a small area with farmlands, manufacturing facilities, mines, a city and more. The area could absolutely survive  as an isolated but heavily fortified area, too powerful to conquer without serious and crippling losses, and too small to be worth even a slight amount of effort to secure.

You peace

While your attempts at getting a peaceful life for your men is admirable, it goes badly. The other houses, ever paranoid, still launch endless raids and countless assaults on your territory, always presuming you're planning something. Your failure to occupy more territory means you don't have the resources to push the enemy back, and it's not long before the constant warring takes its toll. Although you ensure that all four Houses that choose to finish you off are decimated, never capable of rebuilding themselves, your forces are crushed. When the houses finally charge your home, you wipe out hundreds, if not thousands, but eventually even you go down.
You writhe tossing the sheets off you as you lie in bed, panting. Another nightmare. Another night of horrors, terrors and daemonic voices screaming at your soul. You take a deep breath. Focus. In. Out. In. Out. You rest your head against the pillow, sighing. 


Suddenly, Fay appears in the doorway, wearing combat armor, scratching at her short hair.


"Morning," she says.

You say "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check if you were up, and the door was open," Fay says.


"OK. I'm up," you reply.


"Cool," Fay replies, not moving. "Hurry up and get ready, it's too late for lying around.


You stare at her, waiting from her to move.


"What?" she asks.


"So... I sleep naked," you say.


"Oh," Fay says, blushing. "I'll... I'll wait outside." 


Fay steps outside, and the door closes behind her.


You stand, and quickly walk to the bathroom. You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, taking a deep breath as the voices start. 


"Aren't you curious? What is Elios planning? Why is Elizabeth so quiet? Where is Kyros' body? No one's found it."


"You're a Psyker. A nice steak, the embrace of a lover, the joys of the material world is nothing compared to what I can offer you."


"Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust. The same will happen to you. Embrace the rot and decay that comes with life."


"Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn! Kill! Maim! Burn!"


You're gaining a certain level of familiarity with the daemons in your head. Now that Meliodas has vanished, more has come to fill your head. You've began naming them, one of the few ways you think you'll remain sane with them. Question Mark constantly tempts you with knowledge. Fucky tempts you with fantastic pleasures beyond compare. Rotgut is the embodiment of laziness, and makes you want to lie in bed in your own filth. Smiley is just fucking bonkers.


Tzeentch's Keys, you miss Meliodas.


You quickly get dressed, before calling Fay. She opens the door, strolling inside.


"Hey, Karth," she smiles.


"Is she planning on betraying you? Is she loyal? You don't know... but I do," Question Mark says. 


"Slit her throat, rape the stab wound and feel the blood run down your arm as you devour her throat! Feel pure blissful sensation!" Fucky whispers.


"Embrace your pestilence. You are filth. You are decay. But that is OK. You are still loved," Rotgut says.


"BURN! MAIM! KILL!" Smiley screams.


Fay raises an eyebrow, rapping her knuckles against your head.


"Hello, anyone in there?" she asks.


"More than you know," you reply.


"Meliodas back?"


"New guys. At least there's some variety."


"Are they saying anything about me?" Fay smiles.


"Cunt! Take her fucking head!" Smiley screams.


"I think they like you," you reply, as Fay laughs.


"You sure you're OK?" 


"Tip top," you reply.


The barrage of voices screams answers in your head, as you take a deep breath. Fay gently slaps you across the face. 


"Karth, come on, come back to me," she says.


"I'm fine," you reply, as Fay gives you a concerned look.


"If you're sure," she asks nervously. "Come on, we need to get to the war room for the morning meeting."
You writhe tossing the sheets off you as you lie in bed, panting. Another nightmare. Another night of horrors, terrors and daemonic voices screaming at your soul. You take a deep breath. Focus. In. Out. In. Out. You rest your head against the pillow, sighing. 


Suddenly, Fay appears in the doorway, wearing combat armor, scratching at her short hair.


"Morning," she says.

The story so far..

Your name is Karth, of the Uwais tribe. Born a simple tribal, weak and frail, you soon found you had powerful psychic gifts. You managed to rescue a few survivors from another tribe, the Azajaja, when Orks struck, including a young warrior known as Fay, who you befriended.


Then, Chaos worshippers struck, raiding your entire planet, led by Kyros. They wiped out much of your tribe, taking the rest as prisoners where they were experimented on, turned into super-soldiers to serve in Kyros' army. You were taken as Kyros' apprentice, experimented on to become more powerful. He explained your powers were connected to the Warp, where the four Gods of Chaos resided. Khorne, the Warrior, Nurgle, the Plague-Bearer, Tzeentch, the Sorceror and Tzeentch, the prince of pleasure. He helped you grow in power, but it became clear he was truly insane. However, through working with him, the voice of Meliodas, a daemon, began possessing your mind, speaking in your ear to advise and help you.


Among Kyros' forces were the Staine siblings, four Chaos worshippers each dedicated to a different God. Rebecca was cruel and violent, worshipping Khorne. Elizabeth was quiet and introverted, powerful in the arts of sorcery, worshipping Tzeentch. Durge was a disgusting, disease filled creature, but a very kind soul, worshipping. Nurgle. Elios was perverted and strange, worshipping Tzeentch. Alongside them were the veteran soldier Captain Hayes, who led the 22nd Regiment in service of Kyros.


Enslaved on Kyros' ship, the Roar of the Vortex alongside your men, were a group of gladiator-slaves led by the twins Castus and Olive, the former wild and foolhardy, the latter more smart and thoughtful, as well as the vat-born Goliath super-soldiers, led by Cain.


With three Staine siblings, Elios, Elizabeth and Durge, as well as Captain Hayes, you plotted to overthrow Kyros with the help of those enslaved. After convincing Fay, Castus, Olive and Cain to join you, you started the uprising. 


After a brutal battle, you found an ancient AI known as an Iron Man, releasing him from the experiments of one of Kyros' lieutenants. With his help, you managed to take over the ship. You managed to kill Kyros, throwing him to a brutal death by the mutants enslaved on the ship, tearing him apart. His body wasn't recovered, but he's surely dead.


Meanwhile, in his wake, you have control of a massive warship, in a galaxy of world-eating locust hordes, great warbands of biological super-soldiers, theocratic empires with endless worlds under its grip, and endless daemonic entities ready to strike. 


What you do with your newfound powers is up to you.
Standing on the porch, you look among the high stalks of corn in front of you. In the distance is a scarecrow swinging in the wind. It almost looks as if it's dancing.

Suddenly, the door to the farmhouse opens and a little girl comes out dressed in a night gown. She seems to be in a trance, her eyes fixated on the dancing scarecrow. The girl walks down the porch steps and into the rows of corn. The pouring rain doesn't seem to phase her.

Maybe this girl is a sleepwalker....

You break into the farmhouse and wait out the storm.

The stone fireplace is already lit. Soon you are fast asleep in the warmth of the large recliner in front of the fire. The rain pours outside but you are warm and dry.

You don't notice the scarecrow now standing in the corner of the room. You don't notice him slowly motion toward you, sickle in hand...

SLASH!!!

 
~THE END~

you reached the "dark night of the scarecrow" ending.
The farmhouse shutters slam open and closed as the wind kicks up. You knock loudly on the door but no one answers.

Rain begins to come down and you find yourself stuck. You can stay on the porch or try the storm drain.

You try the storm drain.

"That famhouse looks a bit creepy." you think to yourself as you run for the drainpipe.

The mouth of the pipe is sticking out just above the weeds that surround the base of it. It looks big enough for your to crawl into.

Looking down into the drain pipe is like trying to look around a cave without any light. It's pitch dark.

Just then the street lamp goes out and suddenly you are surrounded by pitch blackness. You can only hear the rustling of the corn in the wind...and a voice coming from inside the pipe.

"Come on down....down here they all float....

There is nowhere to run since you can't even see your hand in front of your face....or a white gloved hand slowly rising out of the mouth of the drainpipe, grabbing onto your blood caked hair and pulling you down...down...down.

You did you find the flashlight from the van wreckage?

LIAR!!!!

There was no flashlight from the van wreckage.

You liars go to hell...

Blood begins to pour from your face again as the white gloved hand continues to pull you deeper into the bowels of the pipe.

Appropropriate odors fill your senses and you begin to scream and puke at the same time. Maniacal laughter answers your screams and you lose consciousness.

Splash!!

Your body floats face down in a sea of sewage. Lightining from the world above momentarily illuminates your surroundings exposing a creature that resembles a giant spider...only much bigger. Next to the spider stands a circus clown laughing and pointing a finger at your lifeless body.. His other gloved hand covers his mouth exposing jagged teeth.

I guess the clown was right...things DO float down  here...he he he.

 
THE END

 
You have reached the Stephen King's "IT" ending.
Leaving Goblin Valley feels good and you open your window a little to get some fresh air. Soon the rumble of the van's smooth running engine puts you in a drowsy state.

Suddenly, Alice screams and points a finger out toward the road ahead...

 
Quickly looking out in front of you a little ways you see a man waving in the middle of the road. He seems to be yelling something but you can't make out what he is saying. You are going too fast to slow down. You honk and honk but he doesn't budge.

What do you do?

You just plow right through him.

Feeling you have no other choice, you hit the man head on going at least 90 mph. Nothing but his hand is visible as it flaps in the wind on top of  the mini-vans front hood. After about a minute of flapping, the hand disappears from view.

"We just murdered somebody." the woman says.

After slowing down to normal highway speed, guilt seems to creep in and you both begin to wonder if the man is still alive.

"Should we go back?" she asks.

You let's go back...

You make a U-turn in the middle of the deserted road and make your way to where you struck the man. Your hands are shaking and you feel confused as to what just happened.

"Do you think he still might be alive?" asks Alice looking as scared as you do.

Her head darts around looking for any sign of the man.

"No way!!" you reply.

You drive over the area twice and only find a piece of cardboard with some words written on it. Getting out, you retrieve the piece of cardboard and hold up against the headlight beams. You can make out the phrase: "Thanks for the ride..."

You get back in the van and drive on.

"Must have been a hitchhiker." you say to Alice "We can report the accident when we get to a town."

You drive on.

You drive on...

"It's strange that anybody would be out on this old dusty road in the middle of the night." you think as you start to pick up speed.

Soon, Alice is asleep in the passenger seat. You turn on the radio hoping to pick up a news station but nothing but static crackles through the 6x9 speakers. You hit the "CD" button and AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" comes on.

"Nice..." you think. "This should keep me awake until we get to a town.

The music drowns out the thud you DON'T hear from in the back seats of the van.

While jammin' to the tunes supplied by your newly aquired ride, you feel something cold against your throat. You look in the rearview mirror and almost scream.

Staring back is the man you hit on the road. He is wearing a wool beanie on his head and an orange jacket (like the ones the road crews wear). He is not looking to healthy since you smacked him with your van. One of his eyes is missing and his face is spattered with blood. His left cheek looks crushed and his jaw snaps when he opens his mouth to say...Thanks for the ride!...before he plunges the knife into your throat.

 
~THE END~

You got the "Creepshow 2" ending.
Soon, you find yourself following the angry bees. They lead you out of town and into a nearby field where you see people yelling a someone that is on his back. They seem to be angry with the fallen man.

You run up to a nearby tree and take a closer look. Crouching behind the tree, you are  hidden behind some tall sage brush.

There is a black man on his back and tied to a fallen tree trunk. Most of the men and women surrounding him are wearing old 18th century clothes. One lady in a large bonet screams at the man calling him racial and vulgar words. Another man with a pitchfork steps on the black man's hand and motions for a large knife a child of of maybe...14 is holding.

Pulling your gun from the back of your pants you try to listen to what the people are saying. You cock it and wait .

You can't quite make out the victim's face but an overwhelming sadness fills your heart.

AAAAHHHHHH!!!

The black man screams in horror and pain as the man with the large knife begins hacking off his right arm. Blood begins to run from his hand.

A young woman next to the old lady in the large bonet begins to cry uncontrollably as the others laugh and chant out the words: Candyman...Candyman....Candyman...

The boy who once held the knife begins pouring a golden substance that you instantly notice as honey over the black man's body and the bees begin to buzz. The buzzing seems to be coming from your brain.

"Give me my bride!!!!"

The sun is fully over the horizon now. You raise the gun to shoot....but who.

You could put the black man out of his misery...or...shoot at the crowd.

You shoot at the crying young woman.

Your aim is true. The bullet enters the neck of the crying woman and she falls on top of the victim now covered in bees. She begins touching the man's face and shoulders and soon her head falls lifelessly on top of his. The mob is in awe of what just happened.

Soon, the bees consume the mob and slowly both the woman and the man get to their feet. Hand in hand they motion toward you. The buzzing becomes louder as both the woman and man embrace, bees consuming their bodies.

"Thank you." the woman says. It seems to whispered into your heart. You feel a great joy and relief for the couple.

Happiness overcomes you and you settle down next to the tree. Soon you drift to sleep in a deep relaxing slumber.

You awaken in your truck. It's parked in front of a sign on the side of a dusty old road. It reads: Goblin Valley 5 miles ahead. 

"Wow, what a dream." you think as you fumble in your pockets for your keys. Instead you find an old pocketwatch. You open it and find the sketch of the two you saw in your dream. The happiness warms your heart as you find the keys in the ashtray of your truck. You head on to Goblin Valley and to see your uncle...

It's getting dark and you got to get moving.