Yikes, that hurt, but little does she know that you're a threat at both ranges.

Up and down are an ave's blindspots. Hook your foot betwixt hers before lunging in for a big hug... or a press, if she tries to fall back and ends up... y'know, falling because of that leg hook. Either way, while her batting arm is nothing to joke about, you'll gain a rather extreme advantage by turning this into a grappling battle and completely nullifying her main advantage (that being her extreme acceleration).

"Got you right where I wanted in the end," as you either suplex her or pin her arms under your knees and start wailing on her face, depending on whether you ended up in a hug or on the ground.

well she's strong but we already kind of figured that given her choice of weapon but the real surprise is her speed. Range is out since she can close the distance too quick to get any good shots off and dodge most our shots anyways if she puts any real effort into dodging. Which means we're only really left with melee.

She's quick though so if you just try to slug it out she'll more then likely come out on top so your best bet would to be to try and grapple her to nullify her speed. Plus you're bigger, and while that doesn't mean everything in a fight, especially for someone as who seems to be stronger than you, it does help. If you can get a hold on her and pin her down you could probably treat this a bit like a bar fight and just start wailing on her. After all if you can get on top of your opponent in a fight you have the advantage, and given (again) your size that gives you an even larger advantage if even only slightly.

And for the love of god don't be afraid to fight dirty. This isn't some boxing match with referees watching your every punch. Throw dirt if you think you can get it in her eyes, bite, headbutt, and peck if you think it will help, Take cheap shots if you think it could stun her, and remember that a liver shot can sometimes knock someone off their feet even quicker then giving them a good blow across the head.

I would just suggest to fall on top of her. That has already being elaborated well so I have nothing of value to contribute.

Time for clubbing. Don't overextend yourself trying to grab her. Your crossbow's various loops and hooks might be able to catch her at the bow's expense. I also wager the crossbow will fare better than her bat if you cross swords.

Ack. Even if you were to pull the machete now she seems way too fast to really offer hand-to-hand fight... unless you can get her in a solid grapple, in which case her speed doesn't mean anything, only her strength.

Hrm. You have to trick her, I think. She just bonked you in the head with what can best be described as confident overconfidence, but she doesn't know you have an iron beak and isn't concussed to hell and back like her usual targets might be.

So, take a step, cross your eyes, buckle forward and fall down, as if she had in fact laid you low in one blow.

If you can get your helmet to topple off and land in a tempting position close by for her that'd be even better, but the main point is that you want her to drop her guard and focus on rifling you for cards.

Grab her when she does, and use your own strength and size to pull her down and roll over to pin her to the ground so you can pummel/choke/glasgow kiss/threaten her your machete or whatever.

This looks like a good plan.

Make sure the trinket trader isn't part of the caravan you're stowing away on.

Kaed 2022/08/23(Tue)22:43 No. 1041677 ID: 22b6d5
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>>1041037
>>1041219
>>1041229

Kuuhr has tried the stowaway thing before, and it never works as well as he wishes it would. Sure, Kuuhr can find a place to hide, but then he has to sit still and remain quiet for hours, usually while cramped up, without snacks. Snacks are very important when travelling long distances!

Still, thinking of stowing away gives Kuuhr and idea! Instead of paying to go somewhere, Kuuhr can trick someone who is going where he wants to take him along, by pretending to be someone important. This is like stowing away, but Kuuhr is allowed to move around and have snacks. So, better!

It takes Kuuhr a bit more of wasted daylight time to figure out he should start by figuring out which direction Kaemhia is, rather than trying to find someone who is specifically going where he wants. He learns that this place he has never heard of until today is west. That's the direction the sun sets in, Kuuhr knew this because he is very smart and because he already only got it backwards a few times in the past.

Eventually, after asking around enough and acquiring a new snack to replace his breakfast bread loaf, which didn't make it past noon, Kuuhr discovers that there is a small caravan run by kobolds that has stopped in this small town to restock their supplies before heading sunset-wards.

Unfortunately, Kuuhr knows kobolds love treasure, and would probably not give a handsome gnoll

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You're on your way to DragonCon. You can get them back-stage passes with the guests of honor.

Tell then you are willing to share a VERY small portion of your hoard as payment for safe travel.

And DO speak by saying "I" and "you".
What's with the third person?

I summon an oasis

Big fat buttery weeding cake

The most exotic of butters

Summon a gigantic tanker ship.

How about a large supply of golden star balm to help your pain?

Yeah.

Looks good.
Also, go ahead and put your hood up. Lets see how that looks.

Yes.

nona 2022/08/06(Sat)19:26 No. 1040238 ID: c87df2
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>>1040185
How do I look?

Makes you look creepy and mysterious. I like it.

Any other questions for us before we begin our adventure?

Tidal locked planet, desert on one side and frozen on the other. Around a red giant

Also, do keep in mind, your planet(s) and star(s) don't have to be...normal as to say. (Looks at Kirby and Homestuck)

>Turning an insane, tormented soul into a god
...

>Planet
Gradient Planet.
Well, technically there's a thin (well, thin insofar as each strip is at least wide enough that standing in the middle means you can't see the end of the strip past the event horizon) strip of rainbow wrapped around the equator. In truth, the whole planet uses every possible color, but most of these are invisible to the standard galactic spectrum.
These layers burrow all the way to the planetary core, which is something weirder. However, none of this is absolute permanence.
Over time, plant growth will overtake the planet, and rocks will be traded between sectors, typically by means of hydration transportation. But civilization can clearly mark the sectors for eons - just make sure to dig deep enough...

>Sun
NEUTRON.
It's going to take said eons for life to finally burrow its way into this planet!
But it will. Eventually.

Made a Discussions thread.

Discussions: https://questden.org/kusaba/questdis/res/137784.html

Going to be closing votes in an hour.

>>1035083
C. You're a gear head, see what can be fixed while still in motion if anything. Power down if nothing can be done right now.

Yeah, if we didn't have the chops for it, C would be the wrong move, but we do have the chops - the exact right combination of chops, in fact. See if you can flush the exhaust; this looks like a cooling issue - there was a tarp and a whole building between where you started and where you are now.

That is... unless those dual-wielded chops combine to make a successful roll vs. stupidity and tell you to power down first. In that case, A.

Sam 2022/07/25(Mon)07:29 No. 1039189 ID: 67181a
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There are no mechanical warnings on the console about vents being unexpectedly blocked, so as a Gear Hound you quickly discard the idea of going outside to clear anything. Instead, you find one of the large panels that you're sure is covering the mechanics from the sounds youve been hearing; and pry it open.

You are blasted in the face by an intense wall of heat, but your goggles protect your eyes well enough for a cursory examination. It still feels like staring into a bonfire from arms reach, though.

You quickly spot what looks like some sort of radiator, but it looks like several systems meant to link up with it are currently disconnected. It doesnt look like a mistake, however; there are several mechanisms that look like they should be able to connect or disconnect these devices as needed; and by your guess they are currently engaged.

You quickly slam the panel shut and turn back to the console, trying to find what is causing this problem. In short order you find yourself looking at the unit you plugged into the console before the machine turned on in the first place; with one of the lights on it flashing. Taling a chance, you flip up the hinge over its switch and flick the lever inside.

>Null signature system disengaged

As the digitized voice plays again in your ear, you hear a sewuen e of regular mechanical sounds from within the machine similar to those from when you chose to begin calibrations. Almost immediately after, you feel much cooler and fresher air venting into your cockpit. Its still warm and stale, but its better than things have been.

Before you have time to feel relief, however, another warning blares in yout ear

>Bogey attempting weapons lock

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>>1039189
A, return fire with maximum engagement range. Don't make it easier for them to line up another volley.

>>1039189
A, midrange.

The blue text. Not for the werewolf stuff, but because you are describing your sex life in lurid detail on public record.

To clarify, I was talking about writing on the diary.

I think perhaps, a bit of Red and Blue and also Yellow? Having conflicting feelings is pretty normal, but in this case you might've just awoken to your latent Queerness.

Instead of trying to pass as the type of woman people expect, become the freak that you are! Be YOUR type of woman, the person YOU deserve to be.

Embrace the feelings of freaky queerness!

Kacey Pink 2022/07/21(Thu)00:23 No. 1038780 ID: 4ef090
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I ran my hand over my head, through my hair. It had already started growing back in the week or so since my first time as a wolf. I sat in front of the same computer I'd sat in front of so many nights writing essays. A geocities website on the screen animated and cast light onto my face. It was dark in the Internet cafe and way too late, nearly four in the morning. I still hadn't found a job, had nothing to be up early for so I just killed time. I wore my leather jacket, even though it was warm. Always wore it, even if it made me into a monster.
I picked up my beer off the table and glugged it down. Stock art of a horror movie werewolf littered the screen, and lighting animated across a gray cloud background. I hadn't found that scrap of fur again, or transformed. I tried to read it again, "The only true way to cure Lycanthropy is death. A silver bullet dripped in the holy blood of a preacher, shot right through the heart."
No way I was gonna die. "What's this?" Xavier asked, looking at my screen. He put his beer down on the table and stood over me. He had short black hair, and a scar on his chin. Pale white, like a ghost stalking my search history.
I covered the screen, with desperate guilt, "Nothing, it's nothing."
"Oh, yeah?" He said with a laugh, pulling the monitor to the side. I was so heavy I couldn't hold it just by the slick glass screen.
"No, wait?" I pleaded. He's gonna see it. He's gonna know. He'll want to put me down.
"O-oh," He laughed. "This is..."
I felt sweat drip down my neck.
"What is this? I thought it was gonna be porn."
"No, it's not porn!" I barked desperately. What was I thinking, Xavier is cool. He's trans too, he might understand.
"Mhmm," Xavier said, laughing and giving my screen back. "Must be some w

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new friend new friend!!

Put that hooka up his nose if he tries to grab you.

>>1038357
Probably something like this.

Ideally we should avoid swatting at or insulting the fairies. They are our accomplices.

Remember that plan GMB you spoke of? I think it's time for plan GMB.

[Glass Him]

Even if he can't notice the fairies, I'm pretty sure the cards flying and dropping on the table would be telling enough.

Unless you want to end up like that fairy, I think it's time to put your previous plan into motion. Also, taunt him by telling him to have fun playing with the bugs.

The added benefit here is that, once he starts chasing you, it's pretty likely he'll drop the fairy he's holding and she'll be safe. After all, some nasty bug should be nothing compared to a bag of money stolen from him.

If you can choose several options, maybe you can choose none of them? Because there is no point talking to him instead of just leaving.

>>1038125
"You seem under the impression I'm shy about my problems. I'm not, and I'm more than willing to make my problems yours if you don't stop acting a creep."

C. Look, that was a hard part of my life, okay? It was sad, but it's in the past, I simply don't like making a big deal of it around people.

He is got scars under there, doesn't he?

C, for chill. Try to keep your cool and see if they're going anywhere with this.

>C. "Are you getting at something here or are you just trying to scare me?"

Somebody wants something here to burn. I say you put it out and see what it is.

>>1037984
There's a room to the right and there's something on the table over there.

First, we need to see if there is someone in here, for safety. Then, we can look for valuables, tools, food, armor and weapons. I doubt we will find armor, but wapons, anything will do.

If it happens to be someone here, we kill it. Especially if it is a man, maybe if it is a woman. DO NOT kill children.

Given your explanation of rank, you would be a grunt, correct? A warrior, or a soldier. That would be a rock, harder and more durable than wood, but not so much as the iron of a sword or a pickaxe.

Start by looking up. You know, just in case.
Be careful, there might be someone in here who was unable (or unwilling) to flee. The man you killed might have been defending them.
It's also possible the fire was not started by one of you, because raiders tend to torch the roof of houses, not get inside to burn specific pieces of furniture. If that's the case, they probably wanted to get rid of something before you could get it.

Frint 2022/07/06(Wed)21:59 No. 1037284 ID: 98888b
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>>1035490
Have you been reading the news on those protests in Boston?
Yeah. Read a bunch of blogs and opinion articles talking about NECC and how they should be dissolved.
If we put up enough red tape they might find it less profitable to keep it open, but what’s stopping them from starting up under a different name?
Probably license issues and public reaction.
They have a reputation now for being sloppy, getting people hurt, and bringing the entirety of New England to a screeching halt. They can’t really shake that, even if they start a whole new company.
Hey wait, hold on.

Frint 2022/07/06(Wed)21:59 No. 1037285 ID: 98888b
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Yeah?
Take your badge off.
Right.
And if you see Jen, don’t tell her anything new. Out means out, and she chose to leave. I gotta call someone real quick.
Alright.

Task as Jacob: Get lunch.
14/30 minutes of break time have elapsed.

Dang, only one minute to get food? Better get to that menu and order the usual. Might have to rush back.

Possibly look for whatever food they have under the heat lamps, rather than order something to be cooked new

>>1037390
Support

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/07(Thu)15:29 No. 1037322 ID: 8255b7
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Yeah it appears that for this idea, the time has come to an end. You know some cultures say that there are two deaths, one when somebody dies and the other one when it is forgotten.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/07(Thu)15:31 No. 1037323 ID: 8255b7
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And here it the spirit of the idea, is time to put it to rest.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/07(Thu)15:33 No. 1037324 ID: 8255b7
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As previously mentioned of two deaths the best way to keep something alive is to keep it in your memories, especially the ones which were created by reading the quest in the first place.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/07(Thu)15:34 No. 1037325 ID: 8255b7
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But as mentioned I don't believe that ideas truly die, they may come back or maybe something gets inspired by them and create a whole new idea from it.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/07/07(Thu)15:36 No. 1037326 ID: 8255b7
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This is the end of this short quest, even if it is technically completed I still believe that a fitting place for it is the graveyard.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/06/28(Tue)06:25 No. 1036356 ID: 527ed9
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Well that was the end of this first chapter and this cantaloupe will be the protagonist of the second part of the story. And no this character will not be a vampire, obviously it will be a werewolf. Thank you for reading this story, I don-t know when I will continue.

>> cantelope
Turn into femboy

This has been one of the weirdest, most nonsensical parodies of Veggietales I've ever seen in my life.

>>1036357
Needs to be a genderfluid mushroom-cantaloupe hybrid
that squirts mold

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/06/29(Wed)15:20 No. 1036520 ID: 527ed9
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Alright werewolf, femboy, genderfluid mushroom-cantaloupe hybrid that squirts mold. Just writing down all that will be added to the next protagonist.

Absurdity DeVoid 2022/06/29(Wed)15:22 No. 1036521 ID: 527ed9
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It is a pleasure that you enjoyed the story and the main goal from my perspective of this quest is to be a nonsensical joke. Especially sine the other quests had a more serious tone. As for the protagonist of the next part will be designed by Poltergeist Ethanoic Acid.

>>1036047
Not being in the lander might be a good plan. Also whats the likely hood of being able to steal their air?.

Are there any caves in the crater? Any escape routes that take you father away from them? Or is there any equipment that may trigger some silent alarm, like a transponder or other wireless device within what's left of the LEM?

>>1036221

>Are there any caves in the crater? Any escape routes that take you father away from them? Or is there any equipment that may trigger some silent alarm, like a transponder or other wireless device within what's left of the LEM?

Looking around a little more with the rifle scope, I can just vaguely see that... Where the walls of the crater would meet its floor, it seems to slope down and away into darkness, rather than up towards the sky.

In fact, it seems that most of the crater edge is like this.

Sloping down.

Into a yawning abyss.

The LEM's small windows limit my field of view, but looking at the curve of the crater, I seem to have landed fairly close to the edge. From the hatch, it looks to be about 100 meters.

If I make a break for it as soon as possible, I may be able to make it and drag Shen with me, though it will make it difficult to return fire if I need to, and I'll be a lot slower. No good if I get both of us killed.

>>1036306
Id say take the dive, Its a better option then nothing.

Go for it. Tape shen up and try to drag him into a hiding spot, but don't try to take him all the way if you can't.

>>1034425
Have you... interfaced with it? Focus on the light, try to see. Don't try to move very much, in fact try to be as still as possible until you can see clearly, at which point you should try moving a little.

Pull yourself further to the surface.

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After confused inaction for a few moments, I try to move again. There is a moment of slow movement through thick ooze before it tightens up again suddenly. The thought crosses my mind that the comfort I feel is some aspect of the digestion process or some kind of weird link between me and the creature. I still feel like me, though. Nothing feels like I am a “part” of this thing and I am still very much trapped in goop.

The panic I was feeling before was derailed by near-suffocation and this odd serenity. It feels useless to ruminate when this could be the end of me. I feel the creature move around me. I can feel it walk forward. It… seems to be staggering occasionally and it periodically stops. I guess all that flailing managed to do something. The thought doesn’t really bring comfort, however.

As the travel continues, the liquid softens up slightly. It fights me when I move but with each time it takes longer to tighten. I take some time to feel around carefully. It doesn’t seem to react so much if I move gently. However, I feel nothing that seems of note in this ocean of oil surrounding me. At this point, I don’t know if there’s really any fight left in me at all anyways.

We stop. The creature coils and adjusts. I hear a cracking sound as I assume its carapace opens. I consider if I should try to leave but as I do the light widens and I feel myself being gently released. It is bright, there are noises around me, and I wipe the residue from my eyes and ears…

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I am initially not sure what I am looking at. It is… huts. Giant huts. Surrounded by bugs wandering around. A fenced-in area houses one of the monsters we saw at the water’s edge, also with blobs of ooze on it. It seems to be lazily wandering. There is a pit with a fire slowly burning. I notice the bugs around me hunched down. Next to each of them is… a criai! It’s hard to make out under all the oil but it even looks like the one directly across from me is Jui. She is holding a hand out in a defensive manner. The bug over her is… nuzzling it with a mandible? Nearby I also notice the older criai that was being escorted off the ship at the start of the… attack. There are several bugs there taking an interest in them.

My captor enters my field of view. It leans down, oil leaking out of it everywhere. Its antennae fall on me and gently rub across me. It makes a long chirping noise at me. I am not sure what to think, but it sounds… worried, possibly sad. I touch its carapace and it weakly nuzzles my hand back.

I look back out across the village. The criai are all being treated much the same way. Insects without criai are busy moving back and forth, carrying things to my people. They are bringing us… food. Some are providing water. The criai are… befuddled but not harmed.

The peace gives me room to think. We’ve been running for so long with no hope for a future. We moved ever forward while the pressure and trauma ground us down. I was ready to fight and kill for any hope that we would keep living but every attempt failed me. These terrifying oily bugs came and brought us to their home despite my efforts to stop them. Maybe I should stop fighting. This seems like a good place to do just that.

[Quest End]

Enjoy the quiet moment. Maybe see about getting a bath. Welcome home.

Absolutely. You should have something to drink before you go wandering in the wilderness.

No. There will be people inside, who will all freak out upon seeing you.
...well, if you're confident in how fast you can run away you could try it, just in case you're able to talk to someone before you get mobbed...? It seems very dangerous to me though.

Enter a play some cards. Your fire eyes must make for a mad poker face

Not yet. You need to be certain whether or not standard humans can see your fae eyes.

And then you rob the bank.

1. My read of the situation is that you used Nymedran magic of some kind, exchanging your memories and possibly something else for...power, perhaps? Oh, and us, I guess. And it comes with visible side effects, which are in some way taboo or "enemy". Your eyes are on fire and there are sparkles in your hair. My guess is you look like a Nymedra. Perhaps with luck it'll go away after a while - but I wouldn't count on it.
2. You probably shouldn't go in the saloon. On the other hand, you probably gotta go SOMEWHERE...but yeah,
>>1034522
if you go in, at least make sure you have a clear path of escape, and are confident you can run away. I'd prefer continuing to look for an alchemists' place, though. Or leaving town, ideally snagging some fabric on the way out if you can. Once day dawns, it should be easier to e.g. drape a fabric over a hat, and see out but not be seen. The fire eyes complicate this at night.
3. To my knowledge, none of us are chickens. Sorry. However, be comforted in that most of us will speak truly and try to help you.

Do not flash back! No! Think about fried pies. Fried pies can't kill you, distraction can.

No. No! She had to stay focused. Look back later. Had to look forward. What was forward? Dark tunnel. What was she looking forward to?

Fried pie.

She slapped her hand down with the revelation, then winced at how much noise she’d just made. She’d heard the staff on station ate pretty good, even had a real cook. She’d been thinking about fried pies the whole ride up, looking forward to it. Just because the station was being stormed didn’t mean she couldn’t hold out hope for some Louisiana crab lanterns.

Solid third on the priority list. Suit, then gun, then pie. Look for other survivors after pie, so she didn’t have to share. Good deal.

She kept crawling, filled with new motivation.

*

Sam tried to keep her breathing quiet.

Light cut through little slats and slashed across her face. She shifted as quietly as she could, trying to check all the angles. The lockers in the docks, just behind the check-in office. Unless she’d really fucked up her navigating, that’s where she was. And there was a dude with a rifle between her and the rest of her suit.

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Depends - only be clever if it's needed, if it helps. You're bad at sneaking, though? How far is this dude? Does he have a radio? You've not heard anyone else?

I'm tempted to e.g. chuck a pebble, but he may radio somebody if he hears something suspicious. So - describe the situation. You're in a room, with lockers? The other dude is...in an adjacent room? Facing away from you? Do you suppose you xould just nonchalantly walk out, refuge in audacity and all, maybe even call "hey", then stab him?

Or, on the side of secrecy, are there leftover towels, maybe you can wrap your feet in two?

Unsold, either way.

Okay, situation.

One dude, back turned, same room as her. Watching him through the slats of a drainage grate, she couldn’t actually see a radio, but there was a solid chance he had at least a walkie-talkie clipped to the vest. She was thinking about throwing something to distract him, but the risk was too high. He wouldn’t be distracted for long enough to actually get her suit. No, shwacking him was about the only option she saw. Pretty damn sure he was the only guy in the room. No matter how still you are, you still make a little noise standing watch, and she hadn’t heard anything besides him.

The idea occurred to wrap her feet in towels, but they were all too far from the grate to be worth it. Then inspiration struck. She unzipped her jumper as quietly as she could, wincing at the noise. Guard dude didn’t seem to notice. Then she pulled out her bra. It wasn’t very thick, but the padding was there. The knife rasped out of its sheath, she cut the pads apart, and shifted awkwardly in the crawl space to secure them, tying them to the balls of her feet with the bra’s strings.

Boom, field-expedient sneaking boots. She was as ready as she was getting.

The grate slid slowly out of place. She winced at the noise. Winced even harder as she sat up and forced her sore muscles to drag her sloooooooowly out of the hole. Her hurt leg screamed murder, arms buckled.

The boots were still too heavy, but the bra was surprisingly good at keeping them quiet. She crept forwards, holding her breath. Could feel the adrenaline, feel her pulse pounding in her raw fingers, clutched white-knuckle tight around her knifegrip.

He seemed completely oblivious, looking through the glass of the check-in window, watching the docks. His off-hand fidgeting on his AK’s forestock, was shifting his weight from foot to foot, like there was somewhere he’d rather be. There was a loop in the neck of his flak j

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Try to stop your bleeding, if you can.
Also, see if this dude has anything worth taking. Maybe a badge or something for pretending?? They might be too small a group for that to work, though.

So, options.

1. You can put on a suit.
1.1. You can try to escape.
2. You can go to the armory to assist whoever's resisting, and be assisted in turn.

GET A CATBOY. oh my god. what kind of villain team doesn't have an evil pet. fio can get this easy. it's just like picking one up at the shelter, right?

>>1032873
They're really fucked<3up tho.

I am voting for the catboy

>Catbo-
NO.

I think I agree that we really do need one of those fucked up catboys. Watch dog with a gun chase them around the building. Its good team building.

>>1033531
Gonna have to say that as fun as the fucked-up catboy (FUCB) recruitment plan sounds we should probably just stick to

>>1031248
this.

why don't you flip through dem channels? Look specifically for anything that seems off, and or informative on your current situation.

Frint 2022/05/23(Mon)23:00 No. 1033399 ID: 98888b
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I turned the television on and tuned it to the news station a bit east. More towards Portland but not quite. It’s somewhere between Yarmouth and Portland.
Anyways, it looked like a completely normal news segment. No warnings or anything. Just some normal news report on some heist or whatever.

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This is the most normal news report I’ve seen in years and the world is crumbling around me.

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After about two minutes of listening to the news anchor talk about some armoured cars getting robbed, some sort of noise started. Sounded like some sort of machinery.
What exactly did it sound like?
The most god-awful noise I have heard. Not anything like an HVAC system. Just this really low rumble that permeated the air. It almost hurt -

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>>1033401
What the hell is that noise
Ok time to push up the itinerary and find Eddie. Or anyone, really.

>>1029861
eh its sort of just recycling with our efficient bodies providing the material for our next loads waste not and such, i am also curious if there is a achievement with a catchy name for doing that.

she really liked talking about her children and grand children is sort of everything we know of her personally, but well we have no children laid yet of our own to talk about, and i dont think she would be impressed by sex speedrun video even if it proves the sextuplets,

>>1029787
For a fantasy roleplay, there are a few possibilities. With the condom, stating it's a potion of stamina/'vitality' could be fun, maybe take a sip and share it around orally. Alternatively, could offer it as a magic bauble that proves your magical potency, or a 'crystal ball' showing what her future may hold, and offering another pair of balls if she needs a better view.
Could also play with the previous hypnosis effect, Wizard Bayard no longer effected but still feeling rather 'charmed' by her, or perhaps newly 'charmed?' Such a lewd display as showing off her massive milf milkers, using her charm, both physical and mystical, to get her ex-servant to get back in on the action in short order, intentionally or otherwise. She seems rather interested in being the poor defenseless naga, even if just to incense you both, but placing herself square in the powerful wizard's sights might still be up her alley. Not like you couldn't tease a little turnabout back though. Could say she'll have to compensate you for making you her servant, by allowing you to test out some of your magic on her, and promising that her needs will be met.
Definitely get her thinking and talking about her future children though, asking if she's already thinking of names, if they'd want some siblings, and how you might support her/them.

Not like there is anything wrong with the modern snilf though, just no immediate thoughts that she hasn't already laid out.

If you do get this, you'll owe Fiver one. Though, just because you'll catch, doesn't mean you necessarily have to bottom. Could prove to him that he's right you're a butt slut, but make him work a bit to make you moan. And if he does 'win�

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Also cheer up bayard, you can plow his daughters plush butt when she grows up just like his, if she wants that that is, but im sure when the time comes you can convince her with your potent balls musk.

Does incest matter on the station or is incest being bad a thing of the past cause I can think of a certain orange butt that would lay an egg with a butt just as bigg for you to plow even more egg laying hips.

>>1032300
Eugenics for the Phattest ass sex possible?