fantasy?

Forces of the unknown have caused our world to merge/combine with a typical (or not-so-typical) fantasy world. Old world governments have managed to hold on to major urban and suburban areas, but rural areas range from fragile peace to complete chaos. People and towns from either side suddenly find themselves in a new realm, and portals going between both worlds are scattered throughout the lands.

The old worlds are gone, and two new worlds are in their place. Our side of a SHTF hellhole, and the other side of a untouched land of endless fantastical possibility. Be a STALKER, adventurer, hero, or bandit. The new world is yours.
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  1. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    threadly question: what is the best logi option for the otherside (hardmode: no helos)

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      The PTS-4, it's simply the best logistical platform ever developed, and it won't be surpassed until a PTS-5 comes out.

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        shut the frick up, you can slurp russian dick this hard when they take Bahkmut, while that ain't happening, take your trannie ass away and learn to write like a normal person

        • 10 months ago
          Anonymous

          I can see the melanin in you, it is strong, and the sole factor when it comes to defining your actions. KYS, coon.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      Having hedge-wizards on retainer for magical shenanigans and/or just flat out teleporting if that's an option.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous
    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      Willy's MB jeep or deuce and a half.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      I'd want one of those insane off-road RV monsters if I could keep it fed, but how are you supposed to stay gassed when your sides the apocalypse and their side doesn't make gas or Diesel?

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        That raises a good point, whats the best way to get fuel in a medieval world?
        DnD usually has various flammable oils in large supply, I know it's not the same but every now and then you see someone making an engine to run off of novel oils.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      There is no one best logistical option. You use all available options together for the best result. That being said, I would use rivers and mules a lot more to help offset the resupply issues we'd have in a pre-industrial world. We'll still bring trucks, but we're using them less since all fuel has to be brought all the way from our world.

    • 10 months ago
      Crash

      The same thing as here. Deuce and a half.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      chevauchée. going full Mongol.

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        >Fak it I'll just pull me bow half way back.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      Excluding aircraft, the lack of roads and fuel is going to be hard unless you're moving around a civilized area.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      Assuming that "the otherside" is a pre-industrial mid/high-fantasy world, ironically the best option would probably be a horse, maybe with a carraige or chariot if you can get one.
      Ideally you'd want a stockhorse to carry the weight of your gear, and even then you'll easily be able to outpace most things that aren't already fast as shit or magically empowered.

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        >horse
        M U L E

        • 10 months ago
          Anonymous

          But a horse can do everything a mule can, and more?
          Emergency meat? yep
          Emergency glue? got it
          Fishing line? sure-can-do
          Dynasty of Earth-ian super-horses? A mule can't do that, but a horse can.

          • 10 months ago
            Anonymous

            >Dynasty of Earth-ian super-horses? A mule can't do that, but a horse can.
            It would be the fantasy world with the magic horses, more likely.

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        Wagons are what you want for logistics, not chariots.

  2. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    I reside within the heart of the Rocky Mountains. Caught between the warring factions on either side of it. The Kingdom of Deseret to the west. A totalitarian theocracy which has since bound its followers to the Law of Consecration. The emergence of these anomalies have driven leadership mad with divinity. Worshipping these "relics' with blood atonements and other such heinous forms of blood sacrifice. Their records count my as one of their own, but I will never return to the promised land of my ancestors.

    To the east is the last remnants of so called American democracy. The fortresses within the Cheyenne mountain range managed to preserve the leadership of the old world. But what has emerged from the bunkers ceases to resemble any government I once knew. Determined to keep humanity alive, by any means necessary, power was ceded to the minds of science. Convinced that salvation can only be found within the anomalies, the unorthodox testing on human subjects was only to be expected. An Electrical Engineer by training, I was privy to these early tests. The horrors I observed within those bunkers remains the darkest moments of my life. The priced payed in blood for a "new energy source" or "human enhancement" is more than I can bear to think about.

    So here I reside. Deep within the Anomaly Zone of the Rocky Mountains. I hunt for many things; anomaly artifacts, wild game, and those who would try to take them from me. I sell my bounty to any trader with the courage to trade with either faction. How many of my relics are within the Temples to the west or Labs to the east, I cannot say.

    I sometimes am awoken at night by the sounds of screams. I cannot tell if it is merely the memory of past victims...or some creature deep within the forest.

  3. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    Man where the hell is everyone today?

  4. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    Guys a bunch of gnomes broke into my house and broke the kneecaps of my adopted wendigo son what do I do?

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      What did you do to offend them?

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        Nothing, the fricking gnomes just did it for no reason.

        • 10 months ago
          Anonymous

          >Nothing
          There's your problem. You're supposed to leave a bowl of warm porridge out for them or they'll attack your animals. They probably mistook your wife's son for a livestock animal or pet.

          • 10 months ago
            Anonymous

            I'm a single dad however this is info is still useful, do the gnomes take any porridge or do they have requirements of said porridge?

            Wait, was she a wendigo? Was the father a wendigo? Or did he just become one?

            Mom and dad are wendigos, dad leaves to get milk, mom is addicted to crack and abandoned him to look for more crack.

            • 10 months ago
              Anonymous

              Any porridge will work, but it needs to be warm. Leave it out at night before you go to bed.
              Also, you know wendigos are like cats right? They survive just fine in the wild, don't really need parenting past the two year mark.

              • 10 months ago
                Anonymous

                Thank you for the info the porridge has been prepared, also about my son he isn't two yet just one more month before his birthday.

              • 10 months ago
                Anonymous

                I'm gonna be real with you dog he's probably going to eat you. Wendigos are not people

              • 10 months ago
                Anonymous

                Come on now he wouldn't eat me

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      >adopted wendigo son
      You're raising a demon and you didn't even get demon pussy out of it.

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        His mother was a crack addict who abandoned him, I did the right thing to adopt him.

        • 10 months ago
          Anonymous

          Wait, was she a wendigo? Was the father a wendigo? Or did he just become one?

  5. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    In a high fantasy world where magic is extremely common, I believe that people there would not fight in formation but rather mimic modern military's squad system. That is all.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      Depends on what types of magic there are. If big sword guys keep getting linearly (or god forbid exponentially) bigger and swordier, they might still bunch up like football players and slam into each other.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      Well hold on, if you used bards as drummers you would get a serious advantage out of close formations. Then add on wards, and aoe boost spells and you've got a bunch of soldiers who are much stronger bunched up than spread apart.

  6. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    What horrid monstrosities of weapons would be created from fusing magic with guns?

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      My bullets have the returning enchantment like Thor's hammer.

      They don't reload themselves back into the gun or case or anything, I have to catch them.

  7. 10 months ago
    Anonymous

    >Its been about 7 years now since my home was absorbed by the South Appalachian Exclusion Zone
    >It had been slowly advancing towards us for years, so it didn't come as a shock. Most people had already left for greener pastures.
    >The only ones left were those too stubborn to leave, but now even they were being moved, whether they liked it or not.
    >I wasn't leaving though. I was born here, lived my whole life here, and damn it, I was gonna stay, even if it meant I died.
    >When the marshals started going door to door, I took my Mossberg, my Rough Rider, a box of shells for each, and a trash bag full of canned food and bottled water and ran off into the woods.
    >I spent the next few days hiding, silent, always looking over my should expecting to see federal marshals chasing after me with dogs, but they never came.
    >After about a week of this, I figured I was safe and went back home.
    >The place was torn up. Either looters got to it or the marshals tore it apart looking for me. Didn't matter too much, nothing I had was worth stealing, aside from the $150 cash I had in the nightstand which I kicked myself for not taking with me.
    >To my surprise, the power was still on. The power company must've forgotten to cut it off in all the panic. I figured I'd enjoy it while it lasted and turned on my old shitbox tube tv.
    >I flicked through the channels for a bit before finding the news
    >Apparently the evacuation was over and considered largely successful. Now the national guard was setting up a cordon around the zone to keep anyone from getting in or out. As the news man talked, I could see M113s and Humvees parked next to an under construction chain-link fence.
    >Then he started talking about the expansion of the zone. The actual dangerous part of the zone hadn't reached my town yet, but it was going to arrive in 14 days. Once it did, I'd risk dismemberment by anomalies or mutation. That got kinda depressing so I spent the rest of the day watching cartoons.

    • 10 months ago
      Anonymous

      >The spent the next few days NEET'ing around the house until the power finally went out.
      >After that, I decided I'd need to restock on supplies, so I went into town.
      >place was a ghost town. It was eerie seeing a place that used to be so lively completely devoid of all human life.
      >I decided I'd check the gas stations first. The dollar store had shut down months ago, so it was empty even before the evacuation. I checked the Texaco first.
      >shotgun in hand, I carefully approached the entrance. The store was empty.
      >I tried the door.
      >locked
      >After a few minutes considering shooting the lock off, I remembered they had a back door and tried that.
      >it was unlocked
      >I went inside and started grabbing slim jims, bottled juice, and pre-packaged pastries.
      >I felt uncomfortable, I was basically stealing. It kept feeling like someone was going to walk in and catch me, but I knew they weren't. Nobody cared about this stuff, otherwise they wouldn't have left it.
      >eventually, I decided I had gathered as much as I could carry.
      >I considered checking out the rest of the stores, but it was getting late and I just felt dirty doing it, so I decided to just go home.
      >I spent the rest of the day in my unlit house listening to a battery powered radio. I didn't much care for the music, but I had little else to do.
      >The next day my boredom overcame my shame, and I want back to check out some of the other stores
      >Like the dollar store, the hardware store had packed up and left before the evacuation date, but Mr. Ray had been more hesitant, partially because he could barely afford to move, but also because he wanted to make sure everyone still had all the things they needed before they left.
      >The store was locked, but the door was easy to force open. It was mostly empty, save for a few cheap or heavy things he didn't have time to pack up. Among them was a supply of water filters, so at least I wouldn't die of thirst.

      • 10 months ago
        Anonymous

        >This pattern would continue for a while
        >Every day I would go out and explore the various abandoned buildings, the come home and listen to the radio or read until I fell asleep
        >First, I scouted all the stores, then the bank, then the school, the police station, and finally houses
        >I found all sorts of useful stuff in houses. Clothes, tools, candles, lanterns, batteries, ammo, I even found a gun in one. A Winchester 94 in .30-30. Though I only found half a box of ammo with it, so I figured I'd stick with my Mossberg until I could find some.
        >One day, I was walking home from checking out some houses when I saw something.
        > It was late dusk, almost night. In the distance I saw a small dim light. It was coming from the old feed mill.
        >I decided to investigate, thinking it was some sort of electric light. I had been looking for a generator so I could get some power. I figured if there was a light there must be some kind of power source.
        >As I got closer to the mill, I could see it much more clearly. There was a pale blue light cascading out of the windows. They were clouded over with dirt, so I couldn't see inside, and they were to high off the ground for me to reach and break them.
        >The door was stuck, so I had to find another way in.
        >After some looking around, I found an old truck I could climb on top of to reach the roof.
        >I climbed up and made my way over to the window. Upon reaching it I could hear a faint buzzing sound.
        >The glass was too dirty to see through, so I tried wiping it off with my sleeve. I was making good progress when suddenly...
        >The rusty tin roofing was stood on gave way and I fell through
        >I tumbled and fell to the floor and landed arms first.
        >It hurt like hell, but nothing was broken
        >I got up and dusted myself off
        >Now inside, I could see the source of the blue light
        >It wasn't a light bulb, or a fire, or anything like that. I was just a glowing blue patch on the floor.
        >It emitted a low pitched buzz as it bathed the room in blue

        • 10 months ago
          Anonymous

          >I just stared at it for a while, unable to make heads or tails of it
          >Eventually I worked up the nerve to get closer to it. I didn't feel any heat coming off of it, I didn't feel any of the pins and needles or see any of the eye static that's normally associated with radiation.
          >After some consideration, I decided it wasn't too dangerous, or it would've already killed me. Still, I wanted to be sure.
          >I grabbed a long wooden stick, some old dry rotted tool handle I think, and carefully reached out to poke it.
          >*Crack*
          >there was a loud noise and a bright flash as the stick shattered into splinters
          >Instantly, I jumped back.
          >The spot started flashing and sparking
          >It was getting brighter and the buzz was getting louder.
          >I ran to the door, but it was still stuck.
          >I shoved and I pulled, but it just wouldn't open.
          >I heard a series of loud pops from behind me
          >I turned to see it arcing electricity
          >I slammed my body into the door
          >nothing
          >again
          >still nothing
          >the buzzing was almost deafening now.
          >My eyes darted around frantically, looking for any other way out
          >then I saw it
          >A worn section of metal wall, partially rusted through
          >I ran over and grabbed at it, snapping off chunks of rust
          >As I got further up, the metal got harder.
          >it was starting to dig into my hands, but I couldn't afford to stop
          >I pulled my sleeves up over my palms and kept going
          >Eventually I got it to about a foot high
          >I got down on my stomach and started crawling through
          >Even emptying all the air out of my lungs I barely fit
          >I can feel the rough metal scrape against my back
          >I hear a loud crack above my head and feel a tingle run down my spine
          >I yank myself forward, ripping chunks out of my shirt and cutting my back
          >Finally, out of the hole
          >I Jump to my feet and sprint away, not stopping until I reach the tree line.
          >Now safe, I look back at the building
          >bright light flashes from its windows, and the buzzing is still audible
          >that was my first encounter with an anomaly

          • 10 months ago
            Anonymous

            Nice, thanks for contributing

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