1848.exe

Atma

Tenzarin

> Say "Hello, I am looking for Captain Sir John Franklin's lost expedition in which two ships became icebound in Victoria Strait near King William Island in the Canadian Arctic."

for the love of god lets start some kind of narative

Atma

"Dead," the largest face screams, "all dead," the others echo.

"We are the last," the blue head says, blood gurgling from its mouth.

"We failed!" They wail pathetically.

Broenheim

> fuck the fusion monster

loquacius

> Ask what happened to the expedition and whether there was some sort of supernatural magic woman involved and if so who she is

Mexican Deathgasm

> ask "who is this "her" you keep referring to?" while fucking the abomination

Atma

Four voices speak to you at once.

"We don't know what she is. She came to us after a group of us went hunting and brought back a seal and its cub. We hailed them as heroes. We had been so hungry for so long. The meat was so direly needed."

They pause, faces sinking.

"She was not happy. She..." all become choked up at the same time, "She made us eat each other. She took over the ships. We won't go back there. We just want to go home."

Poland Spring

> sigh heavily and set out with your new freakish companion to find your EX-WIFE, sounds like she's up to her usual shenanigans

Atma

You climb aboard your new companion and mentally command it to head for the ships, where the men had previously mentioned "she" takes residence.

You don't know, or care, what "she" is - but you know it must be behind what has been happening here. If there are any answers to be found, they must be on board the derelict wooden vessels.

You climb aboard the farthest ship, which seems to be embedded in the ice at an angle. It makes for an easier climb.

Topside smells terrible. Dark red stains line the walls and deck. Bodies lay strewn about, some hanging from the masts. You feel your mount quiver uncomfortably. Voices scream in the back of your mind, begging you to turn back.

As you investigate further, a man approaches you, a large wooden hatch behind him. You recognize him as the third man from the tent.

He smiles, a fresh red scar lining his face. "She's been waiting for you." He glances down at your mount, frowning. "You must go in alone."

Mathhole

> Say in unison, "We are one." Then fart in unison, too.

NecroMonster

> stone cold stunner