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But their disabilities were the sole reason behind their employment rather than the exception. A man cannot spill secrets that he is unable to hear. Similarly, a woman would be hard-pressed to attempt to decipher critical intelligence if she could not find the door to the archives. Some would call it harsh. The agency would call it nothing short of the barest of minimums in order to keep Central as secure as possible.

This unique hiring process, however, did not extend to their front. As far as anyone was concerned, Boroughs Pharmaceutical was a legitimate medical company. They had research employees, testing facilities, business charters dating back to the fifties, and more than a few protests at some controversial proposition. And come by the end of the month, the opportunity would arise for agents to purchase investments and stocks.

And that was only the human front of the deception. There were far more powerful forces protecting the integrity of Central, from any possible threat both within and without.

To celebrate Independence Day, the cafeteria decided to serve barbecued food as their main entree. The supervisor helped himself to a generous serving of coleslaw and prime ribs, lightly peppering both before he departed from the line. He had to maneuver past more than one agent scrambling to grab their share of dinner.

It brought a smile to his lips. How many years had it been since he was one of the rank-and-file, training demons and traversing the country in search of supernatural threats? The years in the service had not been kind to his body, but the memories continued to age like fine wine. A trick of the mind, to suppress the bad times and polish the good, but he could safely say he had more good than bad.

They were waiting for him in their usual bench, presenting the signal that today’s gathering was business-related. Three steaming mugs of black coffee arranged in a triangle, with the pepper shaker placed in the center. Both of them were dressed in similar black suits, and halfway through the beginning of their dinner.

“Caspar. Balthazar.” He nodded to each of them, shaking their hands before settling down on his side of the bench. “It’s been a while, gents. Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Nothing to worry about other than lukewarm food. As a matter of fact, I think the chefs have outdone themselves,” Caspar remarked. He stared into his cup of decaf as if it had all of the secrets in the world. “Still, I think we should do something before the boys and girls overindulge on the spirit of patriotism.”

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For a man of nearly sixty, Caspar hid his age well, along with his name and service record. All he would let anyone know was that he’d spent thirty years in Special Forces and JSOC, both on the front lines against insurgents in the Middle East and as a commander of a detachment that officially did not exist. There was more pepper than salt in his hair, held back by the eye patch coming down the left side of his face. The current story was that a Taliban raghead had gotten lucky during a nighttime ambush on the Pakistani border with Afghanistan. Doubtless it would change next week whenever some rookie greenhorn would muster the courage to ask.

Balthazar cleared his throat, wiping the side of his mouth before he spoke. “Given the scarcity of these events and the intensity of our operations, I would think that one day of eating would not cause a sharp decline in discipline.”

“Think so?” He replied. The vinyl surface of the booth cushion squeaked as the administrator turned around. Melchior could feel the resignation in the sigh that came from staring at a particular group of off-duty operatives, formed up in a circle and going shot for shot with a half-empty bottle of tequila. “For their sake, I hope that they’re not pulling shifts early in the morning.”

The two of them exchanged banter while Melchior started eating. It was delicious. The first bite brought back sepia memories of a little farm in Tennessee, just a couple of miles west off of Route 40. God, he hadn’t been back in ages. How many brats would Charlie have swarming all over the family territory?

He caught himself before he got lost in maudlin thought. It wasn’t the time to reminisce about the good old days. That came later, and only after copious amounts of whiskey. But for now, he could appreciate the food and tuck in with gusto. After spending the last few months in a Task Force conference in Brussels, this was a welcome change from more exotic fare.

Melchior swallowed a prime cut of steak before cutting into the discussion. “Alright, so what’ve you called me out for? What was so important that you had to get me back into Central as soon as I landed?”

The two administrators exchanged glances, checking to make sure that they were alone. As far as they knew, they were being left to their own devices. The impromptu drinking contest seemed to have attracted the majority of the cafeteria’s attention. The noise alone would be more than enough to mask a quiet, sensitive discussion.

Balthazar applied a wipe to his hands before he reached for his COMP. Within a moment, a small holographic display appeared on the table. Melchior took a close look, tracking the information as it came in large clusters. Maps of Kentucky, a team of Devil Summoners, enemies engaged…Amber Alert reports for missing children.

(cont.)

>>1391560
>>Fitz: 1451
that's an error right? Or has Fitz already mounted and claimed us?

>>1401518
how does one complete this quest?

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>1401518

>>1401518
Just a little more clear in what the quest is, what perspective you're writing form. (Narrator? Main character?)

Is this a philosophical/metaphysical exploring game/qst in which it's partly 'real' with your players?

Sorry but it's hard to jump on a game without understanding our role in it as players. Please be more clear, with all respect, Thank you.

>Civ Status: Village
>Leader: Kerrick the Warrior
>Population: 95
>Population Growth: +10 per Turn
>Food: Fish - Stable Source
>Water: River - Stable Source
>Buildings: Fishing Bridge, Treehuts, Crude Ladders
>Understandings: Basic Fire, Basic Cooking, Wooden Tools, Crude Rock Knives, Crude Stone-Hammers, Spears, Axes, Copper-Working

Decide on one Action, and one Research-Action please!

And I'm an idiot.
Last thread:
>>1371398

>>1389997
Take the corpse of the monster back to our village along with some of the glowing stones in the cave.

Research copper pickaxes

Rolled 46, 15, 15, 25, 18, 71 = 190 (6d100)

>>1389984

>Government Remnant: You are the descendants or members of some sort of Pre-Fall Government, secreted away to carry on the torch of your civilization. Though the realities of the Post Apocalypse may've tempered your expectations. You have a Decent Supply, Decent Population, Decent Manufacturing Capacity, Decent Research Capability, and Decent War Capacity.
>HQs, Garrisoned Tower, Government Bunker, Fortified Township
>Jack of All Trades: You may select one specialty for your civilization to be proficient in, or you may mimic any other Civ's special ability to a limited extent.

>Megacorp Remnants: You are the inheritors of a Megacorp. Perhaps you are the decendants of valued employees that were assigned a bunker, or maybe you are wanderers who discovered corporate rhetoric and were inspired by it. Either way, you have: High Supply, Low Population, High Manufacturing Capacity, Good Research Capability, and Low War Capacity.
>Hqs: Megatower, Private Bunker, Fortified Township
>Hyperindustrial Equipment: Your actions which use resources count as using materials for passive benefits. Your actions which use materials will use them at half the usual rate.

>Military Remnants: You are the members or descendants of one or several military or paramilitary groups. Before the Fall you or your ancestors were part of the standing army of a nation, a private military contracting firm, Megacorp security forces, or some other highly militarized group. As such you have Decent Supplies, Low Population, Poor Manufacturing Capacity, Poor Research Capability, and Excellent War Capacity.
>Garrisoned Tower, Military Bunker, Military Base
>Lifelong Service: Your entire civilization is automatically trained for war from a young age, and you also gain an automatic Training Action by default.

Cont. Updates will be slow at first to allow players to trickle in.

>Megacorp Remnants: You are the inheritors of a Megacorp. Perhaps you are the decendants of valued employees that were assigned a bunker, or maybe you are wanderers who discovered corporate rhetoric and were inspired by it. Either way, you have: High Supply, Low Population, High Manufacturing Capacity, Good Research Capability, and Low War Capacity.
>Hqs: Megatower, Private Bunker, Fortified Township
>Hyperindustrial Equipment: Your actions which use resources count as using materials for passive benefits. Your actions which use materials will use them at half the usual rate.
Logistics are pretty important.

To clarify, will the characteristics of a specialty for our Civ be static from henceforth, or can we improve it over time?

>>1389984
>First to 5 wins
Risky, QM. Most quests don't start off with 5 votes to a decision.

Rolled 53, 64, 98, 47, 26, 15 = 303 (6d100)

>>1390008

>Think Tank Remnants: You are the remnants or descendants of some sort of Old World scientific elements. You are precious among factions for preserving the very best of Old World technology, and being the only ones capable of actually improving upon it. You have Poor Supplies, Low Population, Average Manufacturing Capacity, Great Research Capability, and Very Poor War Capacity.
>HQs: Garrisoned Tower, Private Bunker, Research Facility
>Old World Remnants: You have a tech specialty that you are experts at. There are few-to-none who ever could've held a candle to you in your chosen field, and that was before the Fall. You also gain 1 special, elite military unit oriented around your tech specialty.

>Survivors: You are descended from the people who survived the Apocalypse and somewhat kept your identity. Your people are regarded much like most regard cockroaches, but your tenacity and will to survive despite your lack of advantages gain you a grudging respect. You have a passing familiarity with much of the Old World due to passed on knowledge. You have high population, excellent supplies, poor manufacturing, average research capacity, and poor war capacity to start.
>HQs: Fortified Township, Tower, Nomad(may move to better location)
>Cockroaches of the Apocalypse: Bonus to salvaging/scavenging, and survival-oriented actions.

Cont.

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>>1389866
Space war time.

Previously, Alana consolidated her task force and had a brief but noteworthy encounter with some Dark Jedi. Ultimately, her ships rendezvoused with the fleet gathering in the Dark heart of the galaxy, Byss. Alana of course, even her entire task force, is just another pawn in Palpatine's bid to return the Galaxy into his hands. Only a matter of weeks has passed since we last were with Palpatine.


At this point, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and the newly completed 4th fleet are assembled in orbit along with the three Super Star Destroyer task force that is centered on your flagship, Tarkin. This leaves only a skeleton defense force to guard your holdings, but all is proceeding according to plan.

Operation Darklight, the conquest or liberation of Coruscant is on the eve of execution. Mara has been training in the art of lightsaber combat with Sedriss and your Dark Side Elite. The Shadow Droid Project has reached its zenith and is ready for combat testing.


With so many separate issues on your mind, it falls to you to determine the best order to approach them.

>Operation Darklight takes precedence, worry about the Dark Side afterward
>The Dark Side always takes priority, we can handle the military campaign afterward

>>1389888
>>Operation Darklight

Suicide

>>1393120
Get up and take a bath first you waste of skin

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>>1393153
Too fat- nothing works out
>>1393169
You get up and walk to the bathroom just to see a bath covered in shit and fucking barnacles, despite that you go straight for it and start bathing with rivers of sweat and dirt coming of you

I'm up for it

>>1401831
Any specific map you would like to play?

>>1401835
urth

>>1401902
wipe feet on the damn mat of course!!!!

>>1401902
Drinking. It's always happy hour somewhere in the world.

“Buddy, I’m not even asking you to propose to her or anything, just hang out with her. She’s not that easy on the eyes and she’s half ripped to pieces, but she’s good where it counts. Work with me here.” The prisoner before you tried to negotiate. You had told him you were engaged; he didn’t care that much.

“Listen, ‘buddy’,” you say back, “I’ve met your sister, and I’m not sure why you seem to think she would ever agree to date me anyways, even if I went and asked her. I could offer if that’s enough, but if you mean I have to actually get her to agree I think I’d just be wasting my time.”

The prisoner’s face fell, but just a bit. “Ah. I’m guessing you didn’t try to sweep her off her feet, did you.”

“Didn’t I say I was already getting married?” you wonder out loud.

“Well, if she’s being hard headed as usual…” the man you had initially hoped to free and draft to your cause tapped a food on the cold, dusty stone floor, “She’ll do it if I tell her to.”

You weren’t interested in dating the man’s sister, anyways. His sister was a huntress by the name of Hilda; and according to the man (he hadn’t yet bothered to tell you his name), she was the famous New Moon Sniper, who had been on a shooting spree, wounding many patrolling Valsten soldiers over the past nights.

Perhaps, you thought, you could make a deal for something else. “How about this, instead,” you creep a bit closer to him, “If you want, I can tell you more information on that funny eye of yours. What it is, how to better use it, what not to do…”

That caught his attention. “Really, now…”

“Really.”

“That’s worth exactly one ‘I’ll think about it’,” he said, “You know what you can do to guarantee my service, don’t you?”

>No, an “I’ll think about it” is good enough for now. Your name, if you will.
>You’re really persistent, aren’t you? Can’t I set her up with somebody who isn’t set up to be married?
>Now just a minute, you’re not the one making deals here. I tell you all that in exchange for you helping me in this coming war, not as a bonus.
>Other

https://pastebin.com/UagT0hnh
^This is the pastebin for past threads. I've thought about maybe throwing some infodump summaries in, but I'm not sure about it.

I've been preparing something for the past couple of weeks. It's...still not quite ready. We won't need it for a little bit, though, so it should work out.

My twitter handle is @scheissfunker for anybody who isn't aware.

>>1389958
>No, an “I’ll think about it” is good enough for now. Your name, if you will.

Rolled 17 (1d22)

>>1397300
Ayy imma join this crook

Rolled 3 (1d22)

>>1397300
I'm assuming you meant to place The Fool as 22nd.

"Daaaaaamn fool! Yo talkin' some crazy ass voodoo, nigga! Gimme some o' yo shit coz that kush must be lit-as-fuck! Whatz this wack magic setup yo got here coz it lookin' dank as hell, mang! Yo got the mothufuckin' caravan, yo got the mothufuckin' robes, dude nigga yo set foe life! Where'dyo get these cards coz this fancy pictures are hella mah thang! Look at this here star one, ooooh I see her tiddies! Heheeey, don't yo think I don't know whatcho been up to i yo spare time, nigga! Now whatcho game here?"

>>1393730
>We ran into a fucking huge demon. Where were you guys?

>>1393730
>We ran into a fucking huge demon. Where were you guys?

Oh boy.
"We ran into a fucking huge zombie demon, where were you two?"

" Well-hee, we kind of got sidetracked-hoo..." Mutters Frost
"Do i want to know with what...?"
"Well, Frost kind of dragged-hee me in here-hoo."
"What for?"
"Said-hee wanted to see if the arcade was still working-hoo"
"...But there´s no electricity"
"Just in hee-case"

Oh god you got stuck with the retarded ice demon didn´t you.

>Whatever, let´s get out of here
>Well, we could use Pixie´s lightning magic, if we had some SP...
>Any clue what that thing we fought was?
>Other:Write-in?

>>1390449
Hype hype hype!

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>>1390449
Can't show this image on a christian image board

Yeah boiiiii

>>1389349
>Wake up Mary and kiss her goodbye

>>1389349
>Write-In
Leave a not for her on the fridge.
Talking face to face is clearly hard for you so just leave her a "text".

>>1389349
>Wake up Mary and kiss her goodbye

Dunno about the kids but I think we could handle a quick hug

>>1389062
>>Take the right path

>>1389086
Supporting

>>1389086
Right path for sure.
Take care of the mound of whatever and then we can check out the rest.

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“Is there something you want, Keiichi?”

“Nothing in particular. Wanna hang out for a bit?”

“Sure. Come inside before I fall asleep…”

>>Keiichi: Spend time with Nina.

Nina invites you into her den of a dorm room. The place hasn’t changed much from when you last visited. Spotless technology at the very back, discarded clothes and cardboard boxes on the floor and the walls are covered in bleeding bright cartoon characters. You navigate around the mess and empty cardboard boxes and come to rest on a small beanbag in front of Nina’s television. She snaps her fingers and the doors to a cupboard and a fridge swing open. Out fly a box of chocolate biscuits and a bottle of lemon-lime soda. They land next to you, along with a pair of plastic cups.

“Huh, I didn’t know this brand came in this flavor.”

“It’s from America. Us Japanese just got it a few days ago. It looked interesting, so I bought it.”

“Bet it tastes like all other soda.”

“Can’t be picky in times like these. Donations only go so far…”

If Akasha-Alea were here, she’d demand you to put down the snacks at once. If Avery were awake, she’d demand to transform into her human form and join. None of these are present, allowing you to thankfully stuff yourself without obstacle.

“These are really good.”

“Mmm…thanks.”

“Thought you were always awake around this time of the day.”

“Uncle called me in last night for a mind dive. Peeling away layers around the patient’s superego was a real pain in the ass…It took way too long, and I missed my usual streaming time too.”

“Afraid all your followers quitting on you.”

“No, less streaming time means less views, which means less cash.”

“How very pragmatic of you.”

“Less game time, as well.”

You eat a chocolate biscuit. You eat another. You blink and half the biscuits are down yours and Nina’s throats. She swallows, licking crumbs away from soft pale-pinks lips. Her back slouches into her beanbag. Several metres away from her, a DVD case lifts itself from a box, opens and slides the contents into a player beneath a television.

“Which one’s this?”

“A new one. A game of sin and debt, apparently.”

“Say what?”

“It’s not bad.”

“This isn’t going be like the last one, right?”

“The one where it starts all serious but then the girls start stripping off their clothes half-way through? Oh, I remember that. I remember you getting really mad for some reason…”

“You lied to me! You said it was a cool action series! Instead, it turned to be another one of those stupid wank-bait anime series!”

“There was action. Action in bed.”

“Those are two different things and you know it.”

“I think you enjoyed it.”

“I did not!”

“Oh wow, your face is all red. I should take a photo…”

“Don’t you dare, Takai!”

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The video starts playing. The two of you stop chatting in favour of watching the action on the screen. Fast cars, dudes in trenchcoats, seedy bars and cool one-liners whiz past as the DVD spins its course. A woman reaches out for her lover and is promptly mowed down by the gunfire of a light machine gun You can’t help but notice how incorrectly shotguns are portrayed in the shootout. They have more range than people think, and the way that guy was holding his should’ve dislocated his shoulder. Yes, it may be the cyberpunk future, but that’s no excuse.

Still, the show is fun and you don’t want to sound petty in front of Nina. You’ve already ruined what should’ve been a nice session by complaining about firearms in media. Akasha-Alea already does enough of that when she’s with you.

“I’ve got the whole season on DVD. Want to watch it tonight?”

“I can’t stay out after dark, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right. Meh, I’ll send you the torrent for it later.”

“Do we even have the bandwidth to download it?”

“Okay, then borrow the DVD.”

“I’d rather watch it with you.”

“…really?”

“Yeah. What? You said that watching anime is more fun with friends.”

“…yeah, you’re right.”

“…”

“…”

“Oi, Nina is the screen more interesting than me?”

“Never mind…let’s do something else.”

>>Keiichi: Play video games with Nina.

As expected of a shut-in who spends her time getting anonymous men on the Internet to send gifts to her, Nina has a sizable collection of video games. Some are physical, others use this computer service you can’t wrap your head around. She plays some games while streaming and others when she wants to cool down and relax. Then there’s the last group of games, which are only meant to be played by multiple people.

Your experiences with those games can be categorized into two sections. You either have a decent time like a normal person or you end up swearing like a sailor on crack and threatening to shoot the television screen into a million shards of glass. Since there’s a choice, it tends to lean to the latter.

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“GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!”

For some reason, you never seem to learn, as demonstrated aptly here.

“Keiichi, I’m taking your tarot cards.”

“How the hell did you rack so much cash that fast?”

“I read the instructions like a normal person.”

“There were no instructions!”

“They were on the loading screens.”

“In that tiny fucking font?”

“Yes. Oh, wow. Your space turned into a critical failure. I think there’s only one percent chance of that occurring.”

“Why is this happening to me?”

You don’t know why you agreed to this. Is it because Nina asked and she’s a girl? No, that’s ridiculous. You like to think you are above those sorts of charms. Alright, you know Nina looks cute when she bothers to clean up, but that has nothing to do with these video games!

“I don’t understand, Nina. I don’t understand at all.”

“You died. Again.”

“I can clearly see that on the fucking screen!”

“Take some deep breaths. Wait, is this a new record? Keiichi, if you grip that controller too hard you’re going to break it.”

“If I did that I would at least stop playing this shitty game!”

“Are you a boy who relishes in his anger?”

Things escalate to the point where you are fighting a demon called the ‘Thunderous Warlord” amidst a sea of broken motorcycles and treasure chests. You only have a shitty sword for a weapon, no health restoration flasks and zero development potential. This is in spite of the game being a turn-based party game based in a cyberpunk environment. It's an easter egg or a leftover piece of material from development. Nina says all these things and you have no clue how they all connect or what they really mean.

If Mom was present, she’d be dragging over to the sink to wash your mouth out with soap. Then she’d ask who this slobby girl was and why her son was spending time in her garbage dump of an apartment.

“Keiichi, you can quit if you want.” Nina says carefully, having long since put down her controller. She eyes the way your shoulders shake and your teeth threatening to grind themselves into grit. “It’s just a video game.”

She sounds confident. Prepared, because she’s not doing anything at the moment. Smug, because she’s winning and ready for you to lose. Something burns to cinders in your brain. This is very unlike you, but Nina’s video games tend to do that.

>>Keiichi: Think about what Akasha-Alea would do in this situation.

“Video games? What are those? They sound useless. Don’t waste your time with them.”

That wasn’t of any help at all!

Anyway, what are you going to do now?

>Take from your sister and don’t get unreasonably angry at things.
>Real men persevere. Go for victory!
>Attempt to calm down like Nina.
>Give up, because this is a waste of time.
>Pray to your mentor for guidance.
>Custom option.