>nyarlathotep fucked my character up enough that he isn't even recognizable anymore
>can't go back to his favorite bar or his favorite cig stop, where basically the closest things he had to friends could be found
>can't go to any bar or cig stop really
>only two packs and half a bottle of whiskey left
Is this the point where you willingly retire a character and reroll? Is that a thing?
I'd say that could be grounds for your character offing himself, to be honest.
Your call. I'd continue playing it; do it up like Baby Huey from the Roger Rabbit flick; look like an innocent kid, mind of a middle aged man who has been through a lot (Mundane and supernatural) and is world weary.
You've got three paths ahead of you, one is to kill yourself, the next is to go clean, the last...is to whore yourself out for booze and cigs, which is probably the GM's plan.
This is the point at which you take the Slayer's Oath, to die gloriously and honourably in battle.
Only a fool and a coward gives up on life, yet if life is no more valuable, then make sure your death will be.
Find the schemes of this Nyarlathotep, and bring your weapon. You will find new friends among the doomed. Take your vengeance on your enemies, or die trying.
Wait a second, did Nyarla turn you into a little girl?
- Well, Max, look who we've got here as our client.
- Sam, is this that thing where the good guy meets a beautiful red-headed damsel with long legs that tells him an unbelievable story and offers him the one case they can't refuse?
- They usually don't refuse because they've got their rent overdue, lil' buddy.
- Ooooooooooooooh. Do we get to shoot stuff?
- I dunno, Max, let's find out. Ma'am, are you sure you aren't looking for Flint Paper? He lives in an office just next to ours.
Didn't have the decency to wipe the memories, either.
You are now reading it in their voices.
That is not what I usually expect in a Mythos campaign. You must tell story now.
You have to tell this story now.
Nope, sorry, but no. I don't even know what are their voices. Stay salty, stay on /v/
>Idiots taking bait
Retire the character, but request that the GM use him/her as an NPC for the next party, where they find a small girl sitting at the darkest spot along the bar, with an incredibly distant look in her eyes chainsmoking and knocking back enough Jack to kill a horse.
Should they ask why there is a little girl in the bar, she just gives them a flat look, flips them the bird, and returns to her drink. Should they ask anybody else why there is a little girl in the bar, they'll just shake their head sadly and mutter 'Poor old [insert character's name].'
>Implying the kid wouldn't be taken by services
>Implying the kid wouldn't then end up in asylum
>Implying the character isn't just set up for suicide, but GM doesn't want to be labelled as dick for declaring character "arbitrarily" dead
It has begun OP
Your only choice is to gather eldritch power and use it to go full magical girl in order to get revenge.
Up to the GM. If he's a joyless dickbag that would happen, sure, but I think it's a reasonable opportunity for a bit of grim humour that mostly fits a Mythos game.
Nyarlathotep is a dick.
>Mythos
>Humour
God, I wish CoC never progressed past late 80s and the whole Mythos craze never happend.
Not really that much flashy stuff. A few bad rolls when saving a virgin sacrifice. Bing, bang, boom, what consisted of a life effectively ended.
>a life effectively ended
You know how being a child works right? The character could just wait. All the eldritch horror did was give you back your best years and a gender swap.
You need contrast in any narrative work, you sanctimonious fuckhead. That can take many forms, none of which are any more legitimate than another. One of them happens to be light humour.
Dude. Retire? You have the opportunity of lifetime to become one of the richest most highly sought after porn stars in the business! I you play your cards right you have a way to start a multi-trillion dollar corprate empire dedicated to fighting the anything that threatens the human race!
1. Make millions as either the most sought after Barely Legal porn star on the net, or depending on how good your charisma is the most highly paid courtisan is the world. (As a side note; if you have no interest in the Loli Trillionaire who runs a corporate empire idea you could instead be of immense help to the FBI in catching pedophiles, so there's a job for you right there.)
2. You use the seed money pun somewhat intended you made from your porn and/or prostitution empire to rebuild factories across America and encourage everyone to buy American. Since by the time you'll have enough money to do this parctically all the jobs will have been moved overseas the welfare system will have collapsed and you'll have a cheap and plentiful labour force. (how kindly you treat your wage slaves is of course entirely up to your own roleplaying preferences, however I imagine that once you get your industries going you'll have so much power and the law will have broken down to such a degree that you could pretty much do any preverted or grotesque sexual thing you desire to a few of the ones that no one likes very much anyway and no one will do anything to stop you.) But like I said its up to you.
3. Just keep making money, increasing the size of your "personal security force", ensuring that the State and Federal bureaucracies are firmly under your control and before you know it you're the Loli Corp-Emperor President For Life of The United States.
My character was a dead end that lived on a nicotine boat floating down a river of alcohol. He /was/ booze and smokes. No job, no love, just drink smoke and kick cultists.
Yeah, by third and fourth generation of copy-cat writers.
And getting turned into a little girl as a conclusion of CoC is not a sign of grim humour. It's a sign your GM has serious issues.
4. After a few years of buildup you will have the entire industrial and economic might of the United State behind you with no checks on your power and no moral inhibitions to interfere with your actions, you are now capable of turning America into the ultimate weapon to fight and cold or hot war you deem necessary against The Greys, The Mi-Go, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, or Malal Himself, and all who serve them in the name of humanity!
ALL HAIL THE PORN-LOLI EMPEROR OF MANKIND!
HAIL! HAIL! HAIL! AND NO MERCY TO HER ENEMIES!
So? One can take on a new mandate. It is very easy for a little girl to make new friends.
ITT: Morons taking bait
So now he's in a body that won't have to deal with the physiological aspects of kicking those addictions. He has now effectively also started the on the road again, so isn't at a dead end anymore.
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Jesus h. fillimina christ
Hee hee hee. ^_^
Too late, I already read it in their voices.
I think you should demote her to sidekick and find a caretaker. Gives you an excuse to control two characters at once!
>nyarlathotep fucked my character
All I read, all I care to read.
Either get back at the faggot or suck up to him.
Wow! 10/10 would play
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If those are major defining characteristics for that person then it's a new character which for some people sucks because they dislike losing characters they've grown attached to.
Given how many avatars he's got, there's bound to be at least one that looks like a cute little girl.
Who are you to define the many masks of the Crawling Chaos, fool?
Dude, just deal with it. The main reason to even play CoC is to watch your character go fucking crazy and die horribly due to the meddling of dark forces.
There's no "retiring" just a point which you are either dead or too insane to bother with. Pick one.
I second the idea of role playing Magical Girl Go Fuck Yourself, the jaded defender of justice.
Gofuck was born a man, but one day after school (by several years), he encountered an old one in the flesh. Transformed and denied his vices, he vowed to seek vengeance. On his path to justice he found many allies, all as wronged as he was by the dark forces out beyond the island of human understanding. With an enchanted cigarette, everburning with last ember of dying joy stolen from his own heart, he works to find meaning in the pointless denial of the world's cruelty, righting all wrongs he finds in the dark corners of the minds of men and the souls of all else.
You forgot the other Japanese Nyarlahothep.
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Wait, is your character a man or a woman?
If you'd bother to read the thread, it's pretty obvious he's a bloke.
Anyway, to OP, the only thing you have to do is roll with the punches. You obviously don't have the magical realm your GM has, so you're free to take decisions that would fit your character, unrestrained by autism or your sex drive. You're in a situation that a lot of people would envy - having a concept on your hands that doesn't get explored a lot because it's usually smeared by the personal investment and autism of the people forcing it in, without any of the risks that come along with it. To you, it's literally just a twist that you can ride along with.
There are ways for kids to get booze and fags - you can steal, manipulate or just plain bribe hoboes to get it, and your character has a lot of opportunities to remain himself in psyche but adapt to deal with the circumstances.
That's assuming this isn't just b8, which it does kind of sound like, but seeing the kind of shit people pull in games once in a while, I'm giving a serious reply.
If "addicted to alcohol and cigarettes" is a major attribute of a player character, the character is probably not a particularly deep one.
Perhaps it's the "no job, no love" etc. that was really the defining characteristic? In which case Nyarlathotep has ruined the character by... granting her a new lease on life?
I think I am somewhat confused.
Some people really just like being sad nothings, user. To be otherwise is strange and frightening territory.
The possibility that these addictions help as a coping mechanism to slow the spread of insanity seems to have slipped your mind, but now being deprived of these vices all the repressed memories will come crashing down on them driving them completely insane almost instantaneously yet all you can think of is how they got a new life, one that will very quickly be lived out in a padded cell when the kid starts screaming and never stops.