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Because the last thread had like only one person playing and nothing was happening in the span of an hour.

Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1345854/

DaemonQuest [Pre-Redux]:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/983100/
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It is the 41st Century, space shuttles that can bend the reality of space and time are no longer a science-fiction dream but reality. However, life on the Last Frontier is threatened.

The United Intergalatic Senate has lost control of their citizens, capitalism and vigilante justice controlled The Last Frontier for thousands of years until three mega-corporations struggle for economic and total control. The Galactic Senate, however, directly profits from the civil war between the three factions.

The Solarflare Republic.

The Daemon Regime.

Remulus United.

These corporations now ceased fire, however, tensions are high. We have entered the 100 Year Cold War.


Daemon Regime has aims to create the perfect super soldier. The closet they have so far is a slave military name Daemons. Daemons, named after the corporation they work for, are slaves made from a variety of different races captured by unknown patrons of the corporation. Daemons are usually the offspring of Prisoners of War but also can be volunteered (indentured) into the regime. They're bred from birth to be obedient, loyal, and deadly. They are kept in line with a Neuron Chip, a generic term for the thousands of microscopic machinery floating in the brain of a Daemon. This Neuron Chip controls both the reward and pain sections of the brain. If a Daemon steps out of line, the Neuron Chip can terminate the Daemon indiscriminately.

Daemons, when traveling through time and space, are kept in Hydro-Hallucinstasis Pods. It simulates a real, normal life in the twenty-first century. Daemons long for a life of freedom, but they know nothing of the real life outside of combat.

The Echelon, a Daemon Carrier Ship, has gone radio silent. A system failure has caused the ship to stop mid-space, life support for the entire ship is failing.

Now that the power is back on, it's time to find out what caused The Echelon to become a blood bath.

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>...Initializing QST.exe
>Discord: https://discord.gg/47rqc7j
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/Telemac39455609
>Welcome back: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hqStgAJ1Io

[?? hours remain]

Your eyes open slowly. Blinking to clear the haze, you shake your head in disarray. Balance spinning, you heave yourself up onto your hands and knees, taking a few seconds to dispel the nausea. Bracing yourself against a wall, you hoist yourself up and take a look around.

The room is overgrown, glowing fungi and ominously gnarled plant life abounding. It looks like a holding cell, what with the cot, toilet(?) and heavy-looking door, thoughtfully pried open by the plant life. You look up, but the chute that shot you down here is much too narrow for you to fly through. You’d probably hit your head and die. You check over your equipment. Your sidearm’s in its holster, your ammo pouches are near full, your knife’s in its sheath, and your SMG…

...is hanging from that vine. Shit.

>Try to reach the vine
>Hover to reach the vine
>Throw your knife
>Shoot it down
>Ignore it, leave the cell
>Other

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You are a noble knight of the land! Chivalrous and valorous, you've embarked on an honorable quest!

> What Quest Did You Choose?

> You're going to save the Princess!
> You're going to slay the Monster!
> You're going to slay the Tyrant!
> Screw chivalry, you're going to BECOME the Tyrant!

> What Kind Of Knight Are You?

> Sword Knight! Chivalrous and noble, you go into battle with sword and shield!
> Brute Knight! Powerful and mighty, you go into battle with a battleaxe and rage!
> Holy Knight! Pious and righteous, you go into battle with mace and miracles!
> Witch Knight! Cunning and shifty, you go into battle with staff and arcane wizardry!
> Shovel Knight! For whatever reason, you go into battle with a damned shovel!

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Welcome to Phase Quest! You live in New Autumn City, a place of hope, of freedom, and a promise of a better future- just not for you. You are a super, imprisoned on this island to keep the “mundanes” of the outside world safe. In fact, the whole city is inhabited by supers.

You are Tyler Fortune, a plucky college student with the power of luck and chaos spheres. Last we left off, you saved Mark and a group of college students from the clutches of a gang called the "Razors", with the help of a couple members from a gang called the "Jets". Quantum showed up, including their president Richard Adder, but you managed to get away without being caught. Still, you can't help but feel that somehow he knew...

Gang/Character List (According to Tyler): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1DXlqg6FsB5KCjbiMmFvZZqu18A1yLazsPDpT1MV6y5o/edit

Twitter: twitter.com/JayOrDanny

Info Doc: https://pastebin.com/KaQw9dzE

Thread Archive: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?searchall=Phase+Superhero+Quest

Tyler Chaos Sphere chart: https://pastebin.com/dVVW4nGD
(You have 5 new powers!)

PHASE Quest Soundtrack: https://open.spotify.com/user/jayordanny/playlist/6ddVLSL4y6LnJJQMrtS4ZV

"Spare Time - Club Drive" is the theme of the current arc.

You have several options to choose from, what has Tyler done since last night? Choose any combination of the following options.

> A. Text Roquette and ask for more information on gangs in New Autumn, and maybe some other things as well...

> B. Settle back into your normal school life.

> C. Check in on how Kathryn is doing, and press her about her vigilantism.

> D. Write In.

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“Umm- Hi?”

You’re sitting on your wagon holding up a glass jar. Inside is a small... umm, animal? A ball of black fur, with round green eyes, a tail, and a pair of ear-like triangular shapes poking out.

Baphy called it a demon, which makes it sound scary.

It’s currently... rolling? Its eyes are completely still, but the rest of its body is spinning slowly around them. Its ears flatten against the jar’s bottom, and its tail flops as it turns.

It’s really weird.

“My name is Mary-” Oh, you already said that before, didn’t you?

“W- What’s your name?”

The demon continues rotating.

“Umm- We- We’ll be together for a while, so- I’ll call you Cookie, okay?”

The demon stops.

All motion seizes. All time stands still.

Its mouth opens.

‘Mouth’ is misleading. Hole. A pinprick of some colour deeper than the pitch black of its fur, growing ever so gradually into the size of a button.

Beyond is vastness. A place of incomprehensible proportion, a pit that stretches and breaks all sane notions of distance and space. A yawning dark against which the world you know is a speck of dust, an emptiness that drinks and drains the reality around it.

And from that infinite cosmos, that unending abyss, the demon utters a single sound:

“Meow.”

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You're the real Bum Dungler, Rusty Shakleford, Hobo King and Interdimensional Vagabond.
You awaken from your drunken slumber covered in warm dog pee and vomit "Not the worst morning I've 'ad" mumbling to no one in particular.
You stumble to the street, your hobo senses danger approaching so you fall to one side narrowly avoiding a burning pillar. Everythings on fire, when did that happen?
>Bum dungler Points,
>BDPs are Rusty's drug addled brain trying to seize and maintain control over the king of hobos, without a certain amount of BDPs Rusty's Brain will temporarily lose control(OD) resulting is Rusty getting up to "No Good", However, the king of hobos is no push over and is a belligerent drunk.
>Current BDPs:10
Options
>Put out fire
>Run away from city
>Bum Dungler Overload
>Write in

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Discord: https://discord.gg/fjQ8D

Character Sheet (Full!):https://drive.google.com/open?id=1jI0aGxA_2h3SAcPYri-1fdgskbK3IbtfEzSLJ7VY9gU
Character Sheet (Renexizious Only!): https://drive.google.com/open?id=1xgNKMzLUZS9L05DUCxmsvuYs-bGPIRpQsFv5k7oaBBk

Last episode, we BTFOed the Gnomes, and are currently fighting Mr. Gerbil and the insidious Mr. Squeakers.

Oh, and we shot ourself. Who was from a mirror dimension.
Oh, and we found Ritter. Fuck yeah.
One of the few salvageable characters from Werewolf Reich Quest.

Meaning shit's fucked.

Right now, she and the werewolf detective (aka, Liz B and Dietreich B) are sprawled out, heavily burned but nicely healed... They'll need you t-

The door behind you is slammed shut.

Shit.

It looks like they might be staying with you for a while.

Soooooooooo... Can we claim she's our identical sister? Who's not as hot as us?

...We're not having her come with us.

Come on! It'll be a sleep over! Kind of! Who best to talk to on those cold dreary nights when your bored and tired of chess!

You play chess?

Yes, I do! Mentally. When I'm bored.

...You aren't exactly the picture of someone who plays chess.

...It's the boob thing, isn't it?

Yeah. It's the thing where you want to be pretty and popular...

Because people like it! And besides, if people like it, it'll allow us to conquer the world easier...

You hear a sinister, yet kind-hearted laugh from Gwynevere.

...Also because they're fun to play with. But mostly to dominate the world under a surprisingly peaceful dictatorship for life...

...I'm surprised all the time by how strange you can be.

...Hey, if you only can talk to yourself sometimes, you come up with fun things to do. Besides, Ren wants world conquest too! It's a great partnership!

...And not because he's cute and dreamy?

Oh heavens yes, he's cute. I miss his legs... He was so adorable when he was crying in bed when his legs became short...

Right, so... Boob-tyrant, where are we going?

I am not a boob tyrant. I just want to make the world a better place, stop slavery, end world hunger... You know. The good things! Oh, and of course make the British Empire expand to cover the world, that too.

Sometimes, I think your really smart and just pretend to be stupid.

How did you know? But honestly I am easily distracted. By cute things. Like Chrysoula... She's super adorable. In a sister-like thing.

...Erh... You aren't in the "I wanna have sex with" Chrysoula thing?

She seems shocked.

...Wait... Was that why everyone was giving... OH MY GOD WHY THE HELL WHY DID PEOPLE... Just because I think her boobs are cute and appealing DOESN'T MEAN I'm gay or... I'm going to sleep. I'm done.

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Might makes right. It is the fundamental truth behind all existence. The weak will always be subjugated by the strong. That doesn’t stop the weak from trying, though. Such conflict is the very embodiment of Khorne. And thus, one of the maxims you live by. The only way you’ll be able to one day defeat Her is by becoming more powerful than she could ever dream. You’ll take what is yours by force, no matter what you have to do in the process.

At the moment, that process involves gathering mortal forces behind your banner. You’ve gathered several large sects of Fleshcutters, hyper-violent gangs that now (thanks to you) bear the Mark of Khorne. In addition, you’ve conquered one of the Tech-Gangs of Desoleum’s Underhive - the Ironmongers. This combined force of Imperial minions is the rock-solid core of a weapon you’ll use to tear down Hive Desoleum bit by bit.

The first step towards that end is in capturing an abandoned manufactorum higher up in the Hive, known as the Shattered Foundry. It will serve as a launching point for all of your forces attempts to bring Chaos to the Hive. The only sticking point is the Sanctionary forces that lie between here and there. You don’t think you’ll have much an issue with them, but their destruction will signal very clearly that you’ve declared open war. There will be many battles ahead. And, hopefully, many skulls and much blood to be offered up in Khorne’s name.

Welcome to Khornette Quest Redux

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Some resources: https://mega.nz/#F!rFIDxRRK!IEzkLlroRoPwmDqtxKRMsw

Discord: https://discord.gg/GQMr35k

Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/G48KCHjz (Now updated with new stats and journal entries)

Chapter 8, part 2: >>1321440

June 28th, 1977. 11:00 AM.

"What is this gadget, Tom?"

"Oh, haven't you heard? It's the newest revolution in home electronics. It's called a PET: Personal Electronic Translator. It's capable of functioning as a calculator, a typewriter, a clock: virtually anything you can imagine. Plus you can write your own operations for it. This thing? It's the future, sweetie. Gonna make writing up reports a whole lot easier at least. Just have to hook it up to this 'home printer' thing."

"Well, that's just great, Tom, but where are we going to put it? It's so... clunky."

"I'll find somewhere, don't worry."

The conversation floats through an open window as you scavenge through these people's trash. You eventually find what you were looking for: greasy animal bones, doubtless from some expensive meal these swank folks ate earlier. You stuff them in your coat pocket: these will help with dogs and some goblins alike.

It's been a week since you tricked the Adorned Princeps out of one of his victims and sent him running back home to Arcadia. Things have been going well since then: the Courts all have a certain level of respect for you, and you've leveraged this into getting Terry a job: he's now a ranger at Mt. Hood National Forest, working night security. He seems to like it, and Mary seems to be able to fend for herself. Things are also looking up for you: Conrad managed to produce some documentation that now gives you an actual identity: you're now Gerald Derwaldt, born 1916 in Dayton, Ohio, served in the Pacific front, now living on the scraps of his pension. At least you now have a legitimate ID (even if it'll fall apart under close inspection) and can, in theory, own property.

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"/qst/, it is your time.." You repeat this to yourself as you recollect what just happened in your mind while also thinking of a plan. You look over to peek through the window, you see your old pack being devoured piece by piece. "I was just a follower, I can't make it on my own... How do I get out of here, I only wanted to follow Jon.." Jon was gone and so was the rest of the pack. You know that you're only on the second floor, but the hall leasing out of this room is filled with the dead.

Health: 99

Mental Stability: 20 (100 being clear minded/0 being unable to continue)

Hunger: 15 (100 being starving/0 being well fed)

Thirst: 33 (100 being dehydrated to the point of feinting/0 being perfectly fine)

Your Options Go As Follows:

1| Jump from the window and hopefully don't injure yourself, leaving you unprotected in the middle of Vernal (Map will be posted, please continue reading)

2| Try to continue through the rest of the building after barricading the door with the surrounding furniture. This leaves you without a known exit (The window would be considered too dangerous)

3| Try to grab Jon's weapons (Machete and small silenced pistol) and try to escape the horde with the limited ammo.

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>Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/1216288/
>Archives: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=KoF:R%20Quest
>Twitter: https://twitter.com/WeaselThat
>MC's Character Info & Moveset: http://pastebin.com/S09vZRA9

>Introduction:

"Sometimes that light at the end of the tunnel is a train." ~ Charles Barkley

You are Fortuna Mistral, and you can finally start to see some progress for once in a long-ass while.

"Come on Sensei, do I really have to crawl in there? Why can't we just do some more drills or something?"

You took advice from a friend with connections in Southtown's underworld and resolved to enter a huge, underground fighting tournament being held at an undisclosed location. Due to a tight time frame, however, you've only had a couple of weeks to physically and mentally prepare for it. Your Kyokugenryuu Karate sensei Tatsuya has been helping you get fighting fit ever since, but to say that it's been trying times for you is an understatement; It's been eight solid days of mind-blowing pain and physically grueling "Training", only broken up by around two days of rest after getting knocked out by a friend of your sensei's over $20...

"Well, for one thing I don't have another set of keys... And come on, look at me; I'm not built like somebody you'd see But, I also made Pumpkin do this back when she really wanted to step up her game, so..."

"But I'm almost a foot taller than her... And my shoulders are pretty broad too."

"Not my problem 'Tuna. You've just got to find a way to achive your goal with what you've got; That's what Kyokugen is all about."

As much as you like Tatsuya as a teacher and as a friend, his methods for training are... "Unorthodox", to put it mildly. Chucking his own car keys down a tight-looking well out in the middle of nowhere and basically telling you to "Go fetch" is downright mundane compared to the trash-can volleyball, or the extreme-rules tabletop RPGs, or the "Game of Death" challenge that sent you to the hospital in the first place... Frankly, it's starting to get old and part of you is holding out hope one of your "Rivals" would show up and challenge you to a fight or something already; Even with the loss at "Shangri-La" (A secret "Karate Hobo" commune deep within South Town) in mind, fighting somebody 1-on-1 at full strength would be better for you than these pointless challenges. Hell, trying to learn how to dual-wield feral wolverines like nunchaku sounds like a better use of your time.

>A. Roll 1d100 and see how well you can squeeze yourself into the tight-looking passage Tatsuya chucked his car keys down.

>B. Roll 1d100 and tell Tatsuya you're going to try some "Logical Thinking" for once; You feel like there's a chance that the well might be accessible from elsewhere.

>C. "Well I guess we're walking home Sensei, because there's no way I'm gonna get stuck down there."

>D. Write-In Vote.

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Yushiro rushes eagerly ahead the two of you directly to the guards.
As soon as he's out of hearing range you turn your attention to Yoruichi and ask the obvious.

''So... I take it you don't like your little brother very much.''

''It doesn't take a genius to figure that out...''

''Any particular reason for that?''

''Other than the fact that I have more testosterone than him?
Heck, even you mistook him for a girl and nobody's blaming you.
He's always been a crybaby. A pathetic excuse for a man who's still probably stuck under mothers skirt...
It's so bad in fact that he was the only reason I even hesitated for going rogue... Didn't want to leave father alone with Yushiro...
And now? He's the head of the family...
Christ it's even worse when I say it out loud.''

''It's... not all bad.
I mean. He was given the title wasn't he?
Or is it hereditary?''

''The eldest child is always made the head when their time comes.
That's why I was originally in line for the position despite being a woman.
Granted, the houses always make damn sure that the heir is as powerful as they can be...
But come on! Look at him!
He's a milquetoast through and through!
Once when I was still around he stubbed his toe on the dining room table and cried for 30 minutes straight!''

''And of course you were full of spunk and...
Hey... do you think that was all intentional?
Your parents didn't get their daughter the first time so they raised him as a surrogate?
I mean, could it have been intentional for them to raise both of you in such a backwards manner?''

''Huh...
I... never thought about it that way.
I guess it makes sense... raising a boy as a girl after raising a girl as a boy.''

You shrug.
''It's just a guess though.''

''Damn it... now I can't shake that thought...''

''Come on.''
You signal her to follow you.
''They're waiting for us.''

As you make your way to the front door the guards are already letting Yushiro go in.

''Welcome Master Shihoin!
The Head Captain is waiting for you.
This way!''

Yoruichi looks at you after this.
''I still can't believe father sent him...
I get what he's trying to do but he should have known better.
Leaving such a matter to Yushiro...''

''Don't worry about it.
It's just a formality. Isn't it?''

''It's more than that.
Since I'm here the Head Captain probably requested fathers help for added security.
Understand that a hollow being here is nothing short of sacrilege.
But having one of the heads of a great noble house around will at least keep the Central 46 from going ballistic.''

You slowly but surely approach the front gate and as you're about to enter you notice something.
One of the guards is the shinigami you've managed to scare the crap out of the last time you were here, busting out Marr.
His colleague extends his arm and stops you while he avoids eye contact.

''HALT!
Your weapon. Drop it!'''

>Accept
>Refuse
>Other? (write-in)

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Oten City, somewhere far from the sight of mere mortals. Your name is Camisole, and you are an Eldritch Demon. Right now, you are attending an important conference with Corset, your boss.

“And so, Camisole, I am afraid my plan backfired. I have no doubts that Judgement is behind all of this, but we must hurry.”

Corset had sliced one of the Fallen Angels of Daten City into tiny little pieces, and used her as a bait for the blood of Hell’s Monkey. But the young Hell’s Monkey heir wasn’t the only person who seemed to be interested in the Angel’s Corpse.

“Indeed, sir. Even the best laid plans go awry, but such is the way of the world,” you politely reply. “I am forevermore in your debt. Please command me as you see fit.”

Corset is, right now, a mere shade of the Demon he used to be. The battle in Daten City was a desperate gamble that costed him more than he could afford. It truly was a miracle that he somehow escaped his fate. Even so, that demon still evoked a tremendous amount of respect from his peers and subordinates alike.

“Camisole! You are to follow the way back to Daten City and retrieve the 666 pieces that compose the corpse of the Fallen Angel Panty. You are also to partner up with Brasserie for the remainder of the mission,” Corset loudly proclaims.

You scratch your chin pensively. ‘Brasserie, huh?’ You heard that name before. It belongs to…

>A precise and stout-hearted swordsman
>A skilled and deadly gunman
>Another Eldritch Demon, like yourself.

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Let’s Game!
Super Game!
Ultra Game!
What’s your name?
You’re a Kamen Rider!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5GEKMftHgU

>All Questions will be answered after the Opening post, as well as voting for the options.
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Click. Click. Click. The small plastic item, the Gashat, makes that constant sound as you spin it in your hands impatiently. You sent the order in weeks ago, what was the hold up? It’s not like you were some random nobody, it’s not like you didn’t know how to operate a gashat game. You made the things on a regular basis!

The light from your computer illuminates the otherwise dark room, the bright electronic light shining off a few baubles on your desk as you sit there, eyes scanning the delivery tracker on the screen.

In the corner of the screen, you could see that the download for the GENM dev suite was updating. Hell of a time to drop that, considering such a giant release is tomorrow, you think. You try to mentally write the desk off as an organized chaos as you hear paper rustle, but the sound of aluminum hitting the floor destroys that little delusion.


A sheaf of notes on your next game are loose and WAS held down by a long-empty can of soda until you knocked it off in your fidgeting state. The ringmark left by it was on full display, now.

A black box rested snugly between the paper and the monitor, with the pink logo proudly displaying GENM above the two slots in the machine. It was a dev kit you got by submitting a number of designs and GDDs to Genm through the proper channels(It…helps you knew people), already with a blank grey “Gashat” in one of the slots.

You had been meaning to transfer your recent project into it, but considering GENM sent a memo out to its (remarkably few) “trusted” independent developers to hold off on submissions until their next project was out, you didn’t really feel the need. Remembering that little tidbit brought a smile to your face, but…it also was a reminder of your current annoyance.

Where the hell was your Kamen Rider Chronicle Gashat? You get up, the chair creaking underneath you as you turn, and opened the blinds. It was still dark…? You swore you’ve been up long enough. You blink, floored for a minute. Did…oh, hell.

You lost track of time again. Almost an entire day, be exact.

You’d been arms-deep in your newest project, and…well. Dammit, the servers were going to open tomorrow morning too. There’s no way you’re getting it now, there was a limited supply. A sigh. Figures.
Wait, hold on: Your phone’s going off.

Seems like you’re getting messaged by Ryoto. He’s an old friend of yours, a genius gamer that’s sponsored by Genm as a streamer and competitive player. You glance at the phone…

[Continued in Next Post!]

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And the Friend lands.

It's a moment of ominous silence; all that planning, all those interviews, all of that is
finally turning into something. And that something is this landing, whether its a test
drive or not.

"So," and it's you, of course, that breaks the silence, since a quick glance around reveals
that everyone but Trash is looking rather silly, "what's next To-"

"WE LANDEEEEEEEEEED!!" Vaal's voice is so shrill it's like a drill is coming out of her
mouth, yet it spawns even more cacophony as now everyone is jumping around
and hugging. Trash balances back and forth as lesbians jump her from every side like a mast
amidst a storm, with the single most neutral stare you've ever witnessed in your one week or so
of "life".

"We landeeeed! We landeeed!" You can't tell for sure who's yelling anymore, and, as Vaal
jumps on your back, the amazement from realizing this is actually a three girl circus
stops you from shaking her off.

"We laaandeed!" Even the hornmother joins, both fists to the sky.

Roomba is quick to grab Atma and start a quick waltz, They stretch and spin, somewhat
awkwardly, laughing non-stop as they trip and dance. Behind the happy tornado, you spot Moody looking at the
endless sea, the girl simply turns to nod at you

"Fan-fucking-tastic," Trash states towards the surrounding glass, half a second before her
girlfriend tackles her to the floor and out of your sight.

(Cont!)