You opened the box

You opened the box
We came
>How does your party fare?

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I dunno, I'm lawful good.

Never watched the movies.

Laugh at him because we're skeletons. We don't have flesh, we can't feel pain and we've been prank calling him like this all week.

>small giggle
>giggling increases
>giggling loses its pacing
>MANIACAL GIGGLING

Pop nades, lock the door, apply sticky-note, call it a day,

If problem persists, apply more nades and sticky notes.

Their entire party got wiped by a newborn demon throwing snakes at them. I think we'll be fine.

>We don't have flesh
>We can't feel pain
WOULD YOU LIKE TO MAKE THAT INTO A WAGER?

I wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if the AGP ran into such a situation. It'd probably go exactly like that until some dumbass Inquisitor gets too inquisitive.

>Never watched the movies.
Watch them, they are pretty interesting
Basically he's a demon of sorts that sees no distinction between pleasure and pain, emotional or physical, and seeks to free humans of their hang ups by slowly bending their minds to his way of thinking.
"Explorers of the farthest reaches of experience, angels to some, demons to others"

...

Except in that sci fi one where he was just straight up a bad guy

Alright user, I will do it for you.

>YFW Lucious and Pinhead sit down and have a civil discourse regarding the nature of sensation and the dichotomy of pleasure versus pain.
>After a lengthy discourse and much torture/murderfucking of random innocents both of them agree to meet up once every century or so to discuss what they have learned, interesting stories, and generally just shooting the shit with each other.
>Lucious ends up getting torturefucked by the wire twins

No nervous system chuckles. See you tomorrow.

>Implying you need a nervous system for pinhead to "educate" you
>Implying emotional torment and joy are not things he is a master at evoking/manipulating
>Implying he doesn't have the power to give you a nervous system simply for the purpose of pushing all your buttons

No, I didn't.

Im sure he'd love it

>And that was when I realized this slaaneshi shit was getting out of hand.jpeg

Well... My current party deal with Warp shenanigans on the daily, being agents of the Inquisition. This is probably not the worst thing they've dealt with.

>Current character is a Sister of Battle with a fire fetish.

Yep, burn it all.

We've already fought a dozen of your royalty free cousins, please remove yourself from the premises.

>YFW you realize you may have taken this cult business a little bit too far

>People here that don't realize Pinhead is basically completely invulnerable to most means of attack.
Sure, you can kill all of the 'lesser' Cenobites that are summoned with him, but I -highly- doubt that you can actually harm Pinhead himself.

Are you 100% sure someone in your party isn't some form of hedonist that wants to take his/her indulgence a little bit farther?

He fucking died in the second movie

>Current character is a Sister of Battle with a fire fetish.
>Fetish
>Pinhead and company
I have some bad news for you user...

Nope, this is not bad news at all. Burning alive while praising the Emperor's name is a fine way to go!

"Died" is a pretty strong word
Pinhead canonically "died" in the fourth movie as a result of centuries of work to reverse engineering a daemonically inspired artifact and creating a second artifact that would effectively seal him in his own dimension permanently. It did not "kill" him more or less just permanently banished him by destroying the link between our world and his.

Then they brought him back because franchise money, but in my opinion "Inferno" was one of the best ones in the series. "Bloodline" the one where they kill him sucks ass

A more prudent question would be what form of plyeasyure can they provide my party would not obtain through mundane means?

>fine way to go
>go
>Implying your SoB would die
user, that is not how Pinhead works. He will twist your character by giving her exactly what she wants.
To suffer as a martyr of the emperor.
burning
forever
and your character will hate him, want to kill him, but eventually come to love him for it.

Particularly if you get caught in his personal dimension, time gets weird in there.
IE you can get shoved into a closet and come out, a thousand years have passed inside the closet and a minute outside.

A QUESTION WE CAN EXPLORE TOGETHER!
TELL ME. WHAT IS YOUR PLEASURE?

I am perfectly aware of how Pinhead works, user.

However as much as Pinhead might want to torture my Sister and keep her alive, well... He'll have to stop her from pulling the pins on her belt of melta bombs. He can't torture her if she's dead before he can work his magic.

>Pinhead is basically completely invulnerable to most means of attack.
True, his cenobites can be killed, but Pinhead himself is immune to most mundane means of attack, or would enjoy them.
Magic and sufficiently advanced tech that puts insane amounts of energy downrange can and have been shown to be able to slow him down or disable him.
>nWoD hunter
He's gotta do his research but it might work so long as he avoids him

>He'll have to stop her from pulling the pins on her belt of melta bombs. He can't torture her if she's dead before he can work his magic.
True, not sure if that would kill him but at least it would deny him victory
It would probably kill any lesser cenobite he brought along for the ride.

That doesn't change the fact that someone throwing a snake at him real hard "killed" him and turned him into a statue or something. It's been a long time.

I'm sure personally he'd enjoy getting a fat load of melta to the face. His Cenobites and the entire room they were in are probably fucked though. Including any toys or artefacts or anything else they had with them at the time.

Like you said, good sir: A question we can explore together. Now shall we waste more breath that can be turned into sweet screams of ecstasy or shall we start?

>MFW only sense freak characters can safely interact with pinhead because he sees them as on the right track

>Call of Cthulu

We throw the archaeologist from the Museum under the bus. And by throw him under the bus all five of us point at him and say "he did it we want nothing to do with this."

Cenobites, toys, and aftifacts yes.
He'll get new cenobites from devotees willing or otherwise, artifacts probably would irritate him, and I'm pretty sure the Lament configuration is indestructible so long as his pocket dimension exists or is connected to our world

>all five of us point at him and say "he did it we want nothing to do with this."

Your open homosexuality for BDSM aside, I'm pretty sure they would openly welcome the undead for being like them in that they too cannot experience the difference between pain and pleasure.

I mean, even if the Lament Configuration is -somehow- destroyed, he can always get a new one from Leviathan itself, so it probably wouldn't bother him too much.

>>How does your party fare?
Well, that's an interesting question. The highest HumanCom stat in our party is a 4.

Are robots capable of feeling what Pinhead would consider to be pain and/or pleasure? If he denies us access to electrical outlets, is that really suffering as he defines it, or are we merely obeying our programming to become more and more reckless in an attempt to receive electricity? If he shows us situations where the actions we want to repetitively perform are again possible and then BLOCKS YOUR PATH, are we truly suffering, or are we just doing what we were made to do?

I've only seen the first 2, from there I've heard the series gets weaker with each new installment. Which is a surprise cause the first Hellraiser is pretty much more honeytrap murderer and eventual cenobite body horror near the end and that quick blurb in the beginning. Kudos to the effects guy though, a screaming skeleton that still looks "fresh" even today is really something.

Though the movies get "weaker" as time goes on, the comics are pretty damn cool. You should try them.

Looks neat, any idea where I can find them? The comics I mean.

Is it more gore porn? It better not be gore porn, Crossed already exists and that is a bridge too far for me.

Crossed is a little repetitive, but Crossed +100 is really neat. There's a lot less gore because there are a lot fewer Crossed.

You don't need to have read much of the original to enjoy it.

>Looks neat, any idea where I can find them?
If you want to read them online without wasting money, ReadComicOnline -should- have the series available on there.

...

>Crossed is a little repetitive, but Crossed +100 is really neat. There's a lot less gore because there are a lot fewer Crossed.
Yeah, the concept is interesting, but it gets tired quickly. When they mix up the story it gets interesting.
>You don't need to have read much of the original to enjoy it.
The Crossed 80,000 BC arc was my favorite by far

Ah, the sweet sound of suffering!

>>How does your party fare?

I'll just leave this here...

you know, this is the only horror movie I was too scared to watch when I was a kid.

I mean, 12ga buckshot can fuck down pretty much anything alive so I'll start with that and work up from there. I'm sure by the time I get around to clapping his ass with a 5 inch gun it'll probably turn out in my favor.

This but in the form of a better comic called Luther Strode

Knowing my party and how my DM tends to run encounters, a meeting with Pinhead goes something like this:

>The Warlock was the one who opened the box, probably thinking that it was just a random rubik's cube. No doubt he gets yelled at by everyone else, but also manages to BS his way into convincing the cenobites that he's actually one of them.

>The Rogue gets bitchslapped within the first round of combat, and many jokes are made at how, since he's a drow, Pinhead and his group must make him feel homesick

>The Barbarian roles to seduce them all.

>The Bard spends the entire encounter facepalming when the Barbarian's seduction roll works, then starts to figure out a way to write a song about both this encounter, as well as the time when the Barbarian manage dto also seduce a Roper that was about the size of a dragon.

>As for myself, I'm the party Cleric/Necromancer, so I'll probably end up complaining about how the Cenobites don't usually leave enough left of their victims for me to cast Animate Dead on.

Our party is a little bit... special in case you hadn't noticed.

There's a difference between being a connoisseur of experience to the point where pain and pleasure are both equally enticing and literally feeling nothing. An entity wholly incapable of feeling pleasure or pain would, I imagine, be pretty fucking boring for them and they wouldn't have much to talk about.

The guy you're quoting mentioned emotional this-and-that but honestly that's not a huge part of the Cenobytes' deal. They're hedonists and masochists, not psychiatrists.

>How do you fare in this encounter?
I'd be slaved to open it, wanting to go to hell... only to find not quite what I expected. Sure, they'd be liable to fix my joint problems no doubt, along with my other bodily ailments. But they'd do it by turning me into something that looks like a thing that's been reanimated from the stuff of several monsters that went up in a flaming car wreck. But my own desire for order and perfection is unquestionable.

There is a place for everything and everything in its place, and both those things and places are perfect. Structured. Orderly. From Leviathan's perfect diamond shape, to the structured geometry of the puzzles it creates. Leviathan's structured view of reality represents something concrete in a world inhabited by man, where his chaotic flesh yet remains to be subjugated to the will of Leviathan in order to be truly happy. In the meantime, one can find small pleasures...

>Leviathan and its world are a form of fascism. Prove me wrong.
And there ain't nothin' wrong with the steadfast jackbooting of the Cenobites.

The private eye one was my favorite

The chains bind, restrict, and then constrict. The spikes move in, needle points apply pressure in conflicting directions. And with a sound like wood and rock, the slow, agonizing seperation of bones begins.

The cracks grow long, long, and longer still. The skull grows wider and thinner at the same time. There is a snap. A pop. And a long, slow, creak.

Again.

And again.

And you are conscious, aware of all of it. It drags on this way, for months. And being just bones in only months it all must come to an end. You can only be broken so many ways before you are just pieces lamenting the powders that were once your whole form. Your new shape is art, smoothed, and sharpened, and now you can be worn by another as a screaming blade of hate and anguish decorating the form of someone else. Useless on your own the closest you shall feel to satisfaction is in being used as a tool or bauble. And that single point of satisfaction in the eternal sea of agony that has become your existence shall be the most exquisite thing you have ever felt.

He got de-powered three times by the leviathan "elder evil god" type entity, while the snake guy was attached by an umbilical chord to that same entity.

>Cleric of Zon'Kuthon
>Found the magical box of summon Kytons

d20pfsrd.com/bestiary/monster-listings/outsiders/kyton/

....Yeah, this seems like the will of Zon'Kuthon. TAKE ME NOW MANMEAT!

>PC's job is to stop things from other dimensions getting into this one
He explains that nobody did any such thing and asks them to leave. If they do not, he starts applying force.

>PC's job is to stop things from other dimensions getting into this one
You had one job...

He's not in charge of it, he's just a guy who picked up the torch and has no idea what he's doing.
The guy who's in charge recently got destroyed by a cosmic entity currently burrowing its way into his reality.

We're Slaaneshi cultists. I think we do fine.

>agony
What part of skeleton do you not get? Like I'm not that guy but the closest thing to agony here is simply boredom. Sure, boredom can eventually become agonizing, but you're playing it up as if it's something more than that. Also you sound like an edgelord.

>What part of skeleton do you not get?
What part of "reality bending demon" do you not get? The cenobites will GIVE you a nervous system to be fucked with

> hurr durr i amma skeleton, i have no nerves, i do not feel pain
newsflash: you need nerves to move and act as well. Are you kjust a pile of bones lying around?
No?
They, pray tell, is the concept "it is just as possible to feel pain without nerves as it is to perform body movements without nerves" too hard for you to understand?

In that case, OP's question doesn't make much sense. Cenonites can just make you whatever and then fuck with you.

Which is nonsense.

No.

www.crjr.fr/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Call-of-Cthulhu-D20-Hellraiser.pdf

Contact the teleporter of my group while I keep it busy with a bit of small-talk and then have her teleport the Pinhead into the sun.

Problem solved.

He smelled the bitterness of their consumption; it pricked his nostrils so acutely he was certain they would bleed.

But the smell of burning was only the beginning. No sooner had he registered it than half a dozen other scents filled his head. Perfumes he had scarcely noticed until now were suddenly overpoweringly strong. The lingering scent of filched blossoms; the smell of the paint on the ceiling and the sap in the wood beneath his feet-all filled his head. He could even smell the darkness outside the door, and in it, the ordure of a hundred thousand birds.

He put his hand to his mouth and nose, to stop the onslaught from overcoming him, but the stench of perspiration on his fingers made him giddy. He might have been driven to nausea had there not been fresh sensations flooding his system from each nerve ending and taste bud.

It seemed he could suddenly feel the collision of the dust motes with his skin. Every drawn breath chafed his lips; every blink, his eyes. Bile burned in the back of his throat, and a morsel of yesterday's beef that had lodged between his teeth sent spasms through his system as it exuded a droplet of gravy upon his tongue.

His ears were no less sensitive. His head was filled with a thousand dins, some of which he himself was father to. The air that broke against his eardrums was a hurricane; the flatulence in his bowels was thunder. But there were other sounds-innumerable sounds-which assailed him from somewhere beyond himself. Voices raised in anger, whispered professions of love, roars and rattlings, snatches of song, tears.

Was it the world he was hearing-morning breaking in a thousand homes? He had no chance to listen closely; the cacophony drove any power of analysis from his head.

But there was worse. The eyes! Oh god in heaven, he had never guessed that they could be such torment; he, who'd thought there was nothing on earth left to startle him. Now he reeled! Everywhere, sight!

The plain plaster of the ceiling was an awesome geography of brush strokes. The weave of his plain shirt an unbearable elaboration of threads. In the corner he saw a mite move on a dead dove's head, and wink its eyes at him, seeing that he saw. Too much! Too much!

Appalled, he shut his eyes. But there was more inside than out; memories whose violence shook him to the verge of senselessness. He sucked his mother's milk, and choked; felt his sibling's arms around him (a fight, was it, or a brotherly embrace? Either way, it suffocated). And more; so much more. A short lifetime of sensations, all writ in a perfect hand upon his cortex, and breaking him with their insistence that they be remembered.

He felt close to exploding. Surely the world outside his head-the room, and the birds beyond the door-they, for all their shrieking excesses, could not be as overwhelming as his memories. Better that, he thought, and tried to open his eyes. But they wouldn't unglue. Tears or pus or needle and thread had sealed them up.

He thought of the faces of the Cenobites: the hooks, the chains. Had they worked some similar surgery upon him, locking him up behind his eyes with the parade of his history?

In fear for his sanity, he began to address them, though he was no longer certain that they were even within earshot.

"Why?" he asked. "Why are you doing this to me?"

My party consists of:
An omnimental who believes s/he's the manifestation of the planet's will.
The ultimate ninja assassin.
The perfect butler.
And a charismatic sorcerer warrior.

We force him to either kneel to us or absolutely destroy him.

my last character was a hedonist in Exalted, and one of these guys got summed against him.

the demon said "you? goddamnit, how did you get past the restraining order? we told you you weren't allowed to call on our services anymore."

not what I was expecting, but ok.

>They, pray tell, is the concept "it is just as possible to feel pain without nerves as it is to perform body movements without nerves" too hard for you to understand?
Skellies in D&D explicitly can't feel pain. Even the animated ones.

>An omnimental who believes s/he's the manifestation of the planet's will
>The ultimate ninja assassin
>The perfect butler
>a charismatic sorcerer warrior
one of these is not like the others

Aren't they basically Slaaneshi Daemons/Cultists/something?

Were you once a living thing, a soul bound to dead bones? If so then they call on the memory of feeling and sensation as a key stone to build on.

Are you just a construct, simply animated matter? If so then they implant the memory of sensation into what passes for your mind and work from there.

If you have thought, they can build on it.

Sort of.

They are explorers in the furthest reaches of sensation.

They worship and enormous living geometric shape in the middle of an extradimensional labyrinth known as Leviathan. It is possibly a fallen angel given how it is constantly chanting the word God in mores code.

The Cenobites seem to have been human at one point, former victims who enjoyed it. Pinhead seems to be a level above them. Exception for Angelique. She is the daughter of Leviathan.

She was summoned to earth and bound for a few centuries in which time Hell had a restructuring of it's hierarchy so it could actually get shit done. She is now also seemingly subordinate to Pinhead.

the puzzle box was commissioned and made by a 1700s French toy maker and is a method supposed to ensure that you can't summon them by accident.

Hey, someone has to play the straight guy to the crazies in the group.

My impression was that they don't really care to drag random people into their dimension. They made a hard-to-crack one-of-a-kind artifact the sole means of contacting them after all.

Poorly. We're probably dead.

Movies are pretty inconsistent on wether they is a greater idea behind their behavior or are they just crazy sadists from hell.

considering only two of the five are left, and I'm plotting on killing the other, not very well, but not very well either because be both basically have "kill that thing" fetishes.

Just read up on the hellraiser series, do you think GW created their completely original Slaanesh and Dark Eldar themes based on the Cenobites?

That...might actually work

Well that's the way Pinhead talks and the kind of thing he does. It sounds edgy and then it actually happens on screen. Welcome to your new life, skeleton.

>newsflash: you need nerves to move and act as well.
No you don't because MAGIC, bitch.

full circle of solar exalts

yeah were fine

That would be more in keeping with the book.

Next thing my character knows is that she is bound to some sort of leather/latex slutsuit, in very high heels and a bunch of bizarre pale people are calling her by some weird name like "copperhead" or something. The rest of the party is left unharmed but spooked for life.

Which one is suppose to be the normal one.
>pic related
>what I immediately though of by op

>drags Pinhead into a peaceful, blissfull afterlife

nothing that an eternity of hugs won't cure

So like, just tell them to leave you alone?
You're not buying anything they're selling.

Possibly. It has been some years since I read the book and a few more years since I saw the film but I think they give you one opportunity to walk away before shit gets fun.

what is a perfect butler anyway? like the most subservient, best tea-boiling, britt?