The rules are simple:
>Anons describe the image of another poster (such as OP's, as a starter) as if they were conveying its occurrences to their players at a table using only theater of the mind
>Anons will have freedom to create whatever scenario they want for the scene, as long as the image itself can be conveyed accurately through text alone.
>The replying Anon(s) will also post a separate image (can be related or completely unrelated to their post) for someone else to describe

HARD MODE (Optional):
>If a monster or creature is used, try not to directly reference the name of that monster/creature and instead describe it's physical qualities well enough to paint a picture in your "player's" heads.

>>96045306 (OP)
The exploers are sure of their doom in this snake-ambush. However these are just juvenile flying snakes that are shit at gliding and not actually dangerous to them.

I'll give it a shot OP. Anything's better than another Warham, Magic, or DnD shitpost thread.

>>96045336
The Wizard, having tired of his latest wife's bad habits, has ensorceled her form into one fitting her crustaceous personality.
Ever the spiteful battle-axe though, she continues to enjoy her vices.

>>96045379
>The crowd is deafening, roaring around you, baying to see blood. The only thing that drowns it out is the rumble underneath your feet as some mechanism activates in the colosseum ring. Your fellow "gladiator" drifts to your side protectively as the ground ahead of your pulls itself open to form a hole. The dust stirred by the motion blows by your feet, and a whirring noise meets your ears as your apparent opponent is elevated in just as you two were...

>>96045464
>The legion scout party was desperately searching for any glimpse of the faithful's location. This was their fifth night out alone and with two more they'd be forced to return to camp empty handed, with horrific consequences due to follow. The roar of their motorcycles and the black of their leathers was enough to make them visible for miles around, and they contemplated desertion to survive the coming tortures

>>96045336
"I don't give a carp, mon," the crab slurred, taking a drag from his cigarette. Smoke left his mandibles while he adjusted his oversized sunglasses in a dismissive manner. "Triton left me out to dry, don't want me around no mo' anyway. Why bother gettin' broiled when I could be sunnin'? Exile's the life!"

>>96045540
"Yeah kid, Epsilon is toast. The engineers will be writing up reports for a thousand sols about the whole fucking affair. And you can expect that shit to show up in every text book on warp-cores from now until God knows when. Damn shame, but the salvage...that crazy green quasimatter, man. Shit, it's the next gold rush. Don't know what the gold rush is? You ask the AI about it later. Right now I want you and the bots worked up, wetted up, and ready to snap it up, get me? We're about to rake it in."

>>96047138
The four-legged fetus stumbles as it tries to approach you, likely because its head is on backwards. You feel an intrusive sense of growing ennui. Katelyn, the ring of hairs around its crown is startlingly reminiscent of your uncle's balding head. Make a SAN check.

>>96047626

This one in particular looks like the saddest, most thrown-together 'booth' of all of them. Just a dozen or so plastic cups set out with more of that strange piss-colored liquid from earlier. Besides it, a large construct of a 'goody bag' stuffed with treats sits as a sad monolith to no one and nothing. Despite the full-lighting, an undertone of unease seems to permeate straight through your environmental suit.

Command issues you an order through your headset to take a sample. What do?

>>96047821
"a cursed item?, how is this a cursed item?"
"maybe... not cursed" said the eccentric Asian shop owner "maybe... blessed" the man said with a heavy accent.
"alright" she said clearly annoyed "so which is it, blessed or cursed?" she was slowly growing tired of this shop located in the middle of little Saigon
"okay, okay" the man said placatingly "let me say what it does and you decide" he said while pointing at her when he said the word "you"
Margaret sighed "alright, I'm listening"
"every time it rain, you get more frog and snail in yard" he said "guarantee!"
of course she didn't believe in this sort of thing, but she always wondered why her little artificial lake in her yard never caught on to the local wildlife, maybe with this more ducks would show up, which is why she built the damn thing in the first place.
"alright fine, ill take it"
but little did she know that small statue of a frog riding a snail would be the start of a grand adventure that would merge the strange nonsensical world of wonderland and her suburban home together, and now only her children can save the world from being consumed by the ever expanding world.

>>96049177
"What are you two up to?"
"We're busy communing with the fire spirits."
"...Through a space heater?"
"Don't be like that! It's not as if we have access to a convenient fireplace to do this."
"Yeah, unless you coun't nearly burning the kitchen down."
"Oh I see what it is. Keep talking and you'll both be getting the canned stuff instead of homemade."

>>96052710
"These are the schematics for the Biophage's new assassin units retrieved by our latest raid into their laboratories. Deadly as always, even if crude in design. Please notice the top right image. To fit all the necessary biotech to keep these units working, they had to remove plenty of cranial fluid from the cranium during design. They tried to counteract the clear flaw with more head armor, but concussions will be a constant with these units. Make sure to tell all our troops and agents to aim for the head as much as they can. It will consistently keep, at least, their sensors scrambled."

>>96046192
>Hot breath, hot weather what a combination. It could be in the middle of winter and I'd still make sure Urega stuck to the schedule....And I have had to do that before to.

>Being a Magical Vet isn't easy, I could have stuck with mundane animals but when you realize how goofy a true dragon can be when they arn't hungry or ready to fight it's the same sort of thing my collegues would feel for any dog or cat who gives you that look, who brushes against you with affection and purrs when they feel your hand on their heads.

>What can I say? I love my job.

>>96059067
>It's a dizzying array of colors and bubbles—circles—spaces?—as you're taken along by the entity at a leisurely pace. It floats and flows naturally through the plane, yet despite its wispy, almost-fleshy body body you swear you can hear the whirr of gears. Occasionally, its "head" looks down at you within your sphere as if expecting you to ask questions about what the hell this place is, let alone where it's deigning to take you.

>>96045306 (OP)
What system?

>>96068604
The rebreathers gurgle as they stumble into the reeds. The dry air and hot sun hits them like a truck, but they were well-trained, and sun-stroke would not be an issue. The captain raises a webbed hand, cautioning them. Something is moving in the trees beyond the beach dunes, more likely a mere animal then a landlubber, but better safe then sorry.

>>96075404
So if I told a story about my experience with tabletop, that would be off-topic?

Anything but discussion of rules and the lore of traditional games is off-topic in your eyes? If anyone shares a personal anecdote or an experience illustrating their point, the post and the whole discussion suddenly becomes off-topic?

I only need a yes or no answer.

>>96054014
"Finally..." Carlos whispered to himself seeing the dim glow of a street lamp. This particular parking lot made a good spot for swaps and drop-offs considering the factory manager was on the take but it never made tripping around the alleys any better.

The man he was there to meet was standing just out of the halo of light with the light red glow of a cigerette that was in the process of being extinguished. He turned and picked up the briefcase that was at his side.

"Took you long enough." He said in a rough voice. Carlos scoffed and put his hands in his pockets. "I'm on time so quit complaining, you got the goods?"

The man raised his arm and the briefcase. Carlos became aware of just how small he was compared to the man and felt a twang of nervous energy that told him something was off.

The man moved his thumb and the latches popped. What he saw caused his brain to momentarily glitch from the absurdity of it

"Your under arrest fuckboy."

>>96075404
Any system, really. You can ask for theoretical rolls as if you were a GM, like >>96047626 for example.