The New Offworld (Faction)

DocSlime

Tson
Keys throws an arrow-shaped piece of banana pointing forwards so it is visible to Saws. The runners get back on tracks, and the tank slowly moves forth, to raid the mountain. Keys looks back at the soldiers.
"You've had a chance. I bet this tank that if you could talk us into it, we could take you for a ride, even. But you say nah, we say nah too. Goodbye."
The party advances along the barrier. It took about 5 hours to reach a gaping hole in the barrier, where the barrier poles are corrupted with an unknown fractal-shaped braiding, the grass nearby is corrupted with that braiding as well, and as the party moves a bit closer, they start to feel an urge to either vomit, suicide or bite another party member, or all at once. Colours begin slowly fading, and everything around is extremely silent.

[Walk as far away from that thing as possible]
[Walk around the thing]
[Get to the road]
[Harvest the braidings from grass]
[Eat the braidings]
[Yell loudly, shoot the Duck Hunter, stomp or otherwise break the silence and urges]
[Try to either electrocute, burn, freeze or poison the grass]
[Unique: Burn the grass by dealing self-damage. Jameson shoots self for 1x60 non-crit AP dmg, activates the armor buff]

Tson

DocSlime
Jameson: (Ratatatatatatatataatatat) "YAAAAAAGH"

Steel: "WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAN, 1 YEAR ON LATRINES!!"

Adams: "I wanna go home"

DocSlime

Tson
Jameson uncontrollably fires the single shot of the shotgun, loudly yells right on top of the grass.
The grass begins burning in the shape of a diamond, the upper points of the diamond begin burning in two identical circles, forming a heart shape with the diamond's 90^o angle.
Grey smoke exudes from the burning grass, and once it settles, five what seems to be a failed engineering program between Glitchers and Constructian Droids repaired with Fractality appear around Jameson, aiming at him. They all wear long black coats and hoods, but one that wields a crossbow and not a grenade or dart gun with Fractality-tipped or filled bolts, appears to be a normal human repaired with Fractality.
"What is it? Do you seek to thwart our expanse? Do you not want the best chance this planet has for survival?"
-asks the human.

[Agree]
[Refuse]
[Open fire from the assault rifle]
[Blindly run away]
[Try a bribe with either the rifle or the Duck Hunter]
[Embrace the cultists]

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "Who are you?"

DocSlime

Tson
The human replies after sighing. Everything around is almost black and white, and the party feels like they're going to vomit with every word said.
"We are the Fractality. Now leave this place and never come back, vandals of peace, and maybe we will reconsider having you to join."
The vomiting urges stop, and the colours slowly return as the cultists fade back into smoke that drifts down into the grass, braiding it again.

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "What an unpleasent experience"

DocSlime

Tson
The party decides that there is no better chance to get back on the road. Just as they step on it, the braidings on poles turns into grey smoke again, freeing the barrier and the cultists appear from the smoke again, except they were materialized perpendicular to the barrier pole and so fell to the ground the very moment they appeared. They quickly stand up.
"What did we tell you? One of you, right now!"
The cultists aim at the party, the human begins slowly ascending and produces metallic tendrils from his back. The tendrils seem to have a mind of their own and try lashing at the party, but are too far away.

[Throw a piece of gear and run]
[Sacrifice a party member]
[Run, fast]
[Engage in combat]
[Embrace the cultists]

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "I would like to inform you that I am the official representative of the Hospitaliers on this planet, so if you wish to harm us you will incur the enmity of the Hospitaliers and their allies."

Jameson readies his weapon

DocSlime

Tson
The human is so annoyed, angered and dissapointed that he chokes and spits out a small detached tendril instead of speaking, and unwillingly dissipates. The other cultists turn to the literal pile of Fractality nanobots remaining from the human and kneel, muttering something. The pile of bots is first clueless, but soon climbs into the cultists, with more bots allocating to the cultists with vial dart guns and not grenades. The small tendril crawls to Jameson and tries to climb him. All Fractality bots seem to avoid this tendril, and the cultists look at the tendril as if it was a nuke flying at them and point at it in a mix of awe and fear. Meanwhile, the braiding on grass and barriers fully sloughs off, wiping all sense of dread and vomiting.

Tson

DocSlime
Jameson grabs the tendril and throws it as far as possible, the party run through the gap onwards

DocSlime

Tson
The cultists are angered, seemingly thinking that whoever has this maggot-tendril is their leader or something. They take the tendril and to avoid being unwillingly chosen, hold it all at once and load into the human's crossbow vial bolt, shooting Jameson with the bolt with unexpected accuracy. Every single cultist took part in the shot.
The shot hits and shatters, Jameson can barely feel it. The tendril climbs onto his neck.

Tson

DocSlime
He grabs it and holds it out in front of him with his combat knife held up against it

Jameson: "One wrong move and this thing gets it!"

Steel: "Don't stop to talk, MOVE"

DocSlime

Tson
The cultists do something with their eyes and zoom on the party. One stands in front of the other cultists, points at Jameson and repeatedly knocks itself on the forehead, if it even has one. Then it depicts the tendril with its fingers and acts as if it's going to eat it, then gives a thumbs up.

[Let Jameson eat the tendril]
[Let someone else eat it]
[Cut the tendril with the knife]
[Throw it at the cultists]
[Fire at it with a gun or slice with Steel's sword]

DocSlime

Tson
DocSlime
Please respond.

Tson

DocSlime
Adams examines the tendril

DocSlime

On the ever-flying elite plane of Offworld, a man appears. Reports of this exact man in this exact clothing with this exact haircut and with this exact beard and with this exact personality are still intact. The man has once appeared on Offworld's Celestia Beta, where he enlightened a few people and quite possibly resurrected one, then was murdered by the ex of the resurrected person who killed the resurrected person for the second time afterwards. Next time, he appeared on Offworld's first station as a doorman. He continued enlightening his colleagues and warmly greeting guests. Then the Cloud came and ate everything, including this first "Proto-Station". Then, the man was found hanging around the proper Station after the Offworld has built its base on an asteroid. He still continued enlightenment and warm words to everyone, and saved a test subject from not quite sane engineers. The test subject survived after fatal wounds from ripping off her implants and managed to fully recover and regrow limbs after laying down in a T-shape for 3 weeks without eating, drinking, dying or taking any medicine.
Now this man is on the Elite Plane, saving a dying brain cancer patient that can't access the Prolongation machines.
Notably, most people saved by him were doing one or more of the following: being kind to people regardless of anything, wearing clothes from one type of fabric, dying of something they had no control over, and making mistakes they deeply regretted.
More notably, the man has vandalized Prolongation machines every single Sunday and somehow fabricated papers with a signed agreement of freeing the body donors for Prolongation.
Even more notably, the man has appeared in each of the stations or otherwise flying objects on Saturdays, and was reported to be officially dead three times.

RandomCommander

DocSlime Onboard an Explorer-Class Subcore in the middle of god-knows-where, a Scout Model android reads this excerpt on a holographic newspaper while standing in front of the communications array. After reading the excerpt, it takes off its reading glasses in a simulated-yet-honest expression of awe.

"Jesus Christ, it's Jesus Christ!"

Something occurred in the Scout's calculation matrix and it put the reading glasses back on.

"Well... One form of him, anyway..."

DocSlime

Offworld builds another Elite Plane for apparently space travel, as this one is equipped with a second set of engines and FTL capability while still retaining antigrav devices to enhance planetside maneuvering and being able to take off without a landing strip. Also has a new set of magnetic landing legs to take off and land like a rocket if needed.

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DocSlime

Tson
CRATE suddenly announces its presence with another note.

Fractality Queen
Faction: Fractality-Offworld
Role: leader, monarch
HP: 1
Status: rapid splitting. If killed with damage not exceeding 50, will split into two exact copies of itself. Due to role in faction, one will attempt to kill another in any means possible. If killed with damage exceeding 50, will split into two weaker versions of itself.
Swallowing this specimen will most likely result in (REDACTED: graphic description) uncontrollable transformations and promote you to Pope of the Fractals with benefits: (Cannot list: list size exceeds note size) and about as many side effects.
Attempting to kill this specimen will most likely result in being hunted by Fractality forever. Will gain respect and indirect protection from Offworld by doing so.

Tson

DocSlime
Steel: "I think that the only way out of this situation may be to do as they say, however, i do not entirely trust them"

Adams: "Let me consume the alien matter sir, if there are any effects on my vitals i will know immediately as a doctor"

Steel: "Very well"

DocSlime

Tson
The tendril first wiggles a bit, then jumps in Adams' mouth and crawls down him. No immediate effect is present. The cultists drop their weapons and approach Adams, then kneel, mutter a prayer or something, stand up, bow to Adams and dissipate into smoke.
The party continues down the road. After about an hour, Adams feels a pain in the stomach. It stops almost immediately, as if someone stabbed him from inside and the wound immediately healed.
The party walks forth again after Adams assures them that he is still fine. After an hour, night finally falls. The party decide to camp on the road as the wall seems to be gone and it would certainly wake them up if it approaches.
Steel wakes up from an engine growl, sounding much like a tank. He sees the same banana tank with the same men and a floodlight mounted on the turret which seems to work now. The tank is actively riding now, unclear if on blood or fuel. The black-haired man who was grabbing the flag before walks out and approaches the party, now with an smg and in a common kevlar vest.
"Hey, you just had to camp right on the middle of the road, didn't you? Move out!"
The vampire man looks out from the tank as well.
"Pulse, wait. I sense something."
He jumps out as well and approaches the party too.
"Oho. Your doctor best find cover from the sun. How about our full-head helmet in exchange for this doctor's armor?"
"Keys, what's up with 'em?"
"Too many things to list, my friend. Give me the helmet."
Keys of Chaos and Conversion is wielding a sniper rifle and wears his old clothes, which resemble a grim baron from the medieval ages. The coat has a large and hard collar. Meanwhile, Pulse goes back in the tank and comes back with a red-coloured bike helmet, very similar to the one worn by Driver Droid that escaped when the party was going around the mountain. Keys nods to Pulse, who throws the helmet at Adams, waking him up. Keys then aims at Adams and demands the armor.
"Your armor or your blood, choose."
After Adams still failed to realize what is happening, Keys rethinks his idea.
"If he's the Pope- Pope? Why would he... Ah, beautiful... MOVE OUT, NOW!"
The men jump back on the tank and perform a reckless maneuver around the camping party, still somehow staying on road. The tank is soon too far to see.

+1 Biker Helm. +10 AC, crits against user suffer additional multiplicative reduction equal to total AC of user. Covers full head. Soft: impacts, explosions and AP rounds do not damage this armor and deal halved damage to user.
Update: Adams.
New status: Fractaled. Will suffer 1 permanent HP lost per each minute under the sun. Can be nullified by wearing a full helmet or armor.