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A little recap:
After winning a violent race against a gang of cheating mutant freaks you’ve managed to preserve your qualifying position in the Underground Grand Prix.
Still loaded on cocaine jitters, you collected your winnings and have just received a call from Crusty, your contact with the Remnant Faction.
I have trip-dropping syndrome again, I guess.
You are currently on Hong Kong Island proper, not far from the Sun Yat Sen Memorial park.
The time and date is currently 7pm on Friday, July 24th, 2037.
Today is your payday.
<Pick up or delivery?>
He can only be talking about Jeremy. You’ve been waiting for this but you’re not prepared; unless you want to introduce Jeremy to the thoroughly insane Mrs. Shan, you haven’t gotten anything ready for him… Unless you want to head back to your old apartment. And you still have to drop off Devlinson. He’s understanding but openly showing evidence of your guilt in the theft of the specimens from GEC labs is probably a bit too much.
>pick-up (give a time)
>delivery (give a place and a time)
>Is the General Tso’s ready? (ask about F-75)
>Today is your payday.
But it's Friday. Payday was Thursday.
>>delivery (give a place and a time)
It'd have to be a rendesvous sufficiently outside Scyth surveillance range.
Maybe on Lion's Rock?
Where the mantises live. Could teach Jeremy to shoot bats out there sometime.
Yeah, Vince needs apartment shopping for a place that will look the other way around Mr Pedebody, giant termite habitat, and underage boys.
They literally showed us the F-75 in a box like yesterday.
>“There are rumors that your apartment was recently… dismantled. I simply want to extend some basic hospitality to one of my top employees, in case he needs a place to stay.”
So these were literal rumors and not a euphemism, since there was a news blackout? How did they spread?
Does Vince even know any neighbors who aren't dead?
She has her sources, though what details she has are unknown.
<Is the General Tso's ready?>
<Obviously... but it will brink your total to 28. Cash only.>
Right, 2800 was the price. And they did show it to you recently, so you know they have it... You should be awash in funds once Devlinson gets back to GEC to add up all your specs and this 3k you just won is more than enough to cover the bill for the F-75...
You mull how you want to receive Jeremy. You don't want to go back to the old apartment right now (are your things even there anymore? Isn't garbage pickup tomorrow?) and you don't want to go anywhere too surveilled. You decide that an outdoor area will fit the bill.
<Alright, add the Tso's... and bring everything to Lion's Rock in about a half an hour.>
<What part of Lion's Rock?>
<Uh... I'll send you exact coordinates in a bit. Just deliver it a half an hour from now. The, uh, campers are getting hungry.>
<This was a conceit, not an actual code, Gwai-Lo. The channel is very secure.>
Knowing that, you decide on a location not far from where you originally sought the Mantises. They should provide security in case anyone tries to pull something on you and Jeremy...
You have a little time to spend now.
>drop Devlinson at GEC
>Go get something to eat/drink
>Do some more cocaine
>Call Lopez back
>Go directly to Lion's Rock
The Illegal should be able to assume direct control of the Nintendo Holo and the iMorph with remote parental locks and a flashcart of pirated games, right?
Maybe Vince should get his own Holo for the multiplayer aspect once in a while...
Also, wait, he can just Darknet-google the hong kong Remnant to make up for his not too bright brain.
>>drop Devlinson at GEC
We also must pick up Mr Pedebody to introduce him.
And/or actually check old apartment, and search the internet for a new one that's less VTOL-able.
Will read asap.
So long as the iMorph and Holo are unsecured this should be doable with sufficient time for Vince to comprehend the details.
First things first, you need to drop off Devlinson. Honestly, you can't wait to get rid of him. The race must have gotten his blood pumping because he's become borderline hyperactive chatting up poor Derek about betting on your team in the UGP. When you finally pull into GEC he promises to send your weekly pay through ASAP.
Since you took the bridge on the way back, that wasn't too time consuming at all... You still have an hour and 10 minutes until the meet.
>retrieve 'Pedebody (head to the labs)
>switch vehicles (drive the van to the pickup)
>go see Silver Pete
>go directly to Lion's Rock
>>retrieve 'Pedebody (head to the labs)
I hope Vince did termitat-preparing and -feeding micromanagement things offscreen in the timeskip this morning like how he went jogging?
Since he was supposed to do that, for his new pet queen and for SCIENCE.
Yes, I figured that would be a silly thing to harass you with.
You better get 'Pedebody back before the scientists get a little too curious...
The labs are fairly empty when you arrive. There's no sign of Clarissa but a boyish scientist asks timidly if you're Mr. Esperanza.
You confirm his assumption and he guides you into the control lab.
"Here, uh, here's your animal, sir."
Mr. 'Pedebody is in a glass terrarium; the panes are coated with smeared blood and your "pet" is sitting in the middle, eviscerating guinea pig. He/she does not look up to greet you. That reminds you...
"Did you sex it?"
"Oh... Dr. Clemson tried but it bit him. He ended up having to go home before he could finish the job."
Roll 3d6+4 for animal handling.
>Hiss Hiss <time to go>, reach into terrarium
>Hiss Hiss (write-in)
>Actually, why don't you hold onto him for now?
The question remains then if the Termitat is in the car for Jeremy to see or back at the Shans.
Also we could call Jeremy on his phone to see if he wants any food for when we meet for pickup.
We just have to impress upon him that Jeremy, cockroaches, and termites are also exceptions.
Vince probably needs leggings and armguards that will cause less injury if mr pedebody climbs them.
Should be in the van atm.
Jeremy may not be allowed to make phone calls right now for security reasons, though he is still in possession of his phone.
You heap hisses of praise on your many-legged friend and then reach into the terrarium.
<Let's get out of here.>
'Pedebody drops its meal without a second thought and climbs your arm to coil around your neck. It doesn't punch as deeply into your skin this time but still, you're going to have to come up with a good explanation for why your arm looks like a blind man has been helping you shoot up.
'Pedebody hisses irritably at the nearby scientist and he takes several steps back, almost falling backwards into a tank of carnivorous waterbugs. You rub the 'pede's underside affectionately.
"Thanks for your help, egghead."
"N-no problem, sir."
>introduce 'Pedebody to your termites
>switch vehicles (drive the van to the pickup)
>go see Silver Pete
>go directly to Lion's Rock
>>introduce 'Pedebody to your termites
Termites are friends, not food.
>tank of carnivorous waterbugs.
>Like other members of the giant water bug family, Lethocerus species are predators that overpower prey by stabbing it with the rostrum and injecting a venomous saliva. The rostrum can also be used in self-defense, and the sting is very painful to humans, but usually resolves within a few hours at most.
It would be extremely painful.
>introduce 'Pedebody to your termites
Animal int centipedes are terrifying if you think about it.
>The Elevon has an onboard computer with assistive properties as well; you'd be wise to see if it has security holes or can be upgraded in some way. See:
>> The on-board computer was obviously upgraded too; you wonder if it has any assistive effects on your driving.
Having seen just seen what vulns can do on the road, maybe we can check for that.
It's not a vulnerability anymore if an Illegal exploits it and locks the backdoor behind it to anyone else right.
>TL note: BP means blueprint
I don't see the connection here though. Vince has the phone, not the blueprints to the phone, so he can't combine the two into one sonar super drone.
Unless those come packaged with it? I guess they would, given its purpose in the lore.
Sorry for the wait, I had to do something.
You decide that you should take a little time to get 'Pedebody acquainted with your termites. Realizing that this may not be the safest meeting (although 'Pedebody was just fed) you take along your wrangling stick.
You begin by showing 'Pedebody the habitat in the back of your van. Although he's more interested in the cooler of rotting body parts (you really should do something with that) he does give the habitat some cursory attention...
>remove a few termites from the habitat to show to 'Pedebody
>open the habitat, let 'Pedebody approach it
>try and remove queen from habitat, show her 'Pedebody
For some reason my current job "lost" my check, so I've been holding off on that purchase. I'm not a great artist ('passable' would be a better word) but I'm practicing for a /tg/ project down the road and hope to one day draw a comic or two. And my editing skills are getting a regular honing..
Phone blueprints are available online and you have blueprints that you picked up at the Ark. Not to mention you can always invent stuff. But you do need a printer first.
Holding 'Pedebody back, you reach into the habitat and snatch up a few workers. As the lid opens 'Pedebody becomes fiercely interested in getting into it and you almost lose control.
When you manage to close the habitat again, you show a few of the workers to 'Pedebody. The centipede snatches the largest one from your hand with his Forcipules and eats it immediately. The rest scurry around your hand in fear. You put them back into the habitat and close it tight.
>let 'Pedebody approach the habitat on his own
>get the two of them as far apart as possible
>call Clarissa for advice
>get in the van, start driving
>get in the Elevon, start driving
>he's more interested in the cooler of rotting body parts (you really should do something with that)
>You head down to the parking garage and get the cooler from your car. It ways a ton but you lug it back to the elevator and carry it through the lab decon process before handing it over to the first lab employee you can find.
So who did Vince murder in his sleep-exterminating to get even MORE dead body part trophies that he's hoarding in his van?
Please say it was that 'strayan cunt.
I forgot to remove it from the CS. Just did so, so pretend that didn't happen...
Sadly, this means you cannot feed the pieces to 'pedebody (you might find some human meat another time).
Also, I would never rob you of gratuitous revenge.
You hiss with frustration and anger at the 'pede but it mostly seems confused. Not eating insects contradicts most of its natural instincts. But it keeps its distance from the habitat out of deference to you (for now).
Your phone dings to let you know that your bank account has received an influx of cash. You don't remember hooking up the phone to your account...
>try something else to reconcile the two (write-in)
>just let it be, take the van to the meet
>take the Elevon instead
>Suddenly you're aware that the ground is shaking beneath you. It has been for some time but your adrenaline and the action in front of you masked it. With a terrible screech, truly massive 'pede heads appear behind the flames, charging over their comrades and looking unlikely to be impeded by your black billowing fires.
>Just as they make it past the doors, your trashcan's finally go off and the centipede heads vanish, replaced by mushroom clouds that light the rafters of the ceiling on fire. A single mandible flies forth like a boomerang and buries itself in one of your tables, slicing halfway through the metal but harming neither you nor Devlinson.
The largest, metal-rending security system.
Time paradoxes demand you dropped Mr. Shan's ear or something in the corner.
To be fair, you already praised him for biting a human today.
>just let it be, take the van to the meet
With most of your equipment at hand and plenty of room for you, Jeremy, and a termite colony the van makes the most sense for this trip. You program in the coordinates for Lion's Rock and let the automated control system do the driving.
During the journey you:
>browse the darknet
>browse the Personal Web
>clean your equipment
>tie for Lopez V Clarrissa
>one and then the other
You give Lopez a call, impersonating dating consultant for sexual deviants.
"Mr. Esperanza, you know we have caller ID."
"Who is this "Esperanza"? I'm looking to speak to Detective Lopez about several prospective dom-"
"I'll forward your call."
"Finally, you call back. You know we have court tomorrow, right? I've got a guy here all set to prep you on what to say if you'll just come in..."
>Lopez, I've got some new evidence about those killings.
>Yeah, I'll be there in a few hours. No problem.
>I wanted to talk about something else for a moment... do you know anything about the Remnant?
>be there soon
"I'll be there, just give me a little more time. I've got a few errands to run. You're a 24/7 operation, right?"
"Vince, if you think you can treat the Scyths like a convenience store-"
"Relax, I mean it this time. Just make sure you're there. I might have things to ask you in person."
"...yeah, I guess I could stick around for some extra overtime. This case is starting to look like a moneybomb anyhow."
"Don't forget that I get a share."
"I doubt you'd ever let me."
>ask if he can see if anyone has been messing with traffic surveillance
>inquire as to how the tunnel purge went
>ask about the VTOL crash by your old apartment
>ask if he can see if someone has been messing with traffic surveillance
"Hey, there's something I want to know. The Scyth traffic cameras... I've felt like they're watching me recently."
"And is that a problem? They're supposed to watch everyone, including you."
"No, I mean... have you guys been tracking me?"
"No, and I can say that with some authority because I'd be the person to authorize it because you're my witness. And there's no way anyone could hack the cams. The security is military grade."
>And if the hackers were military grade?
>I guess that answer's my question. (terminate conversation)
>Nobody above you could have authorized the surveillance?
"Military grade? So a military could plausibly-"
"Hold it right there. I hope you're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting.""
"I might be."
"Vince, we're not opposed to working with different governments to help them improve their national security. But if somebody hacked us, they're utilizing our services without consent. And if they can get into the cams..."
Worry creeps into the cops voice.
>explain that you believe the Russians are pursuing you
>point out a goddamn VTOL recently crashed into your apartment building
>Tell him you and he can talk more about this later but he should watch his back
>Try and convince him that you were just being speculative (roll 3d6+4, cold blooded kicks in)
"You really think so?"
"A Vee-Tol?! I think I would have heard about that. Are you sure? I can search the... no, nothing about Vee-Tol. Says there was a gas-leak."
"You were, huh."
"They did, eh? Well why would they be after you?"
>I may have had fleeting contact with a fugitive Russian
>I'm not sure.
>I can't tell you.
You can't afford to turn over Maxim and his wife over the phone, especially when Russians might be listening.
>roll 3 sets of 3d6+4 to persuade Lopez and whoever is listening that you really don't know.
Rolled 2, 6, 4 + 4 = 16 (3d6 + 4)
At least Vince is good at this.
>Russia's face when their hack is on the verge of being discovered
You turn up the patriotic haughtiness to make your lie convincing.
"Like I would know what got me on some neo-KGB hitlist. They used to prosecute people for thought crimes, Lopez. Thought crimes!"
"Okay, okay. Well, I'll see you tonight. Stay safe out there and don't let any VTOLs land on you."
He hangs up.
Lion's Rock is looming closer and closer on the horizon beyond the buildings on Kowloon outskirts. You still have a little time so you decide to dial up Clarissa and do a little consulting. You're greeted by a girlish yawn and then:
"Vince? Is this line secure?"
"If your end is. My phone is a grit-job."
"Sounds uncomfortable. What's this about?"
You explain your little experiment with 'Pedebody and the termites.
"Why would you do that?! Centipedes are predators and exposing the colony to that kind of stress..."
The tirade goes on and on.
"Listen, I only showed a few workers to 'Pedebody."
"You named it? I can't believe it hasn't bitten you yet, like poor Doctor Clemson. It nearly took his hand off!"
>Well, I'm sorry about Doctor Clemson but it seems to like me...
>So there's no way I could acclimatize the two?
>Is this really so bad for the health of the colony?
>>Well, I'm sorry about Doctor Clemson but it seems to like me...
Oh right, they are super adaptable and will probably adjust their epigenetics strategy in response to the loss of one worker.
"Doctor Clemson obviously didn't know how to soothe a savage beast."
"He's the top handler in the control lab!"
"But did he try and speak its language? I don't think so."
"Language? What do you mean language?"
"Well, you know. I talk to 'Pedebody sometimes. Little hisses. It seems to understand them."
"Wait, really? That's incredible."
Her shock makes you a little uncomfortable. It seemed pretty natural to have your little exchanges with 'Pedebody until now.
"Well, if you can train it I'd advise just keeping it as far away from the colony and vice-versa. If you ever put the termites into an open environment, they might take preemptive action against your new... 'er, pet. You know, I really don't approve of you keeping such a-"
Blah blah blah.
"What's this about a larger environment for the termites? I thought they had to be contained."
Well, eventually they're going to need a large habitat Vince, and I doubt you have the tech on hand to produce a hermetically sealed one. Fortunately for you, we did some experiments today regarding putting two separately established colonies in close quarters. It turns out they draw their own borders with pheromones! I can give you some the next time you come by the lab."
>I might be able to supply my own actually.
>How intelligent are these bugs anyway?
I'm going to have to take a call for a while, I don't know how long it will be. So come up with your best questions for Clarissa in the meantime!
>Well, eventually they're going to need a large habitat Vince, and I doubt you have the tech on hand to produce a hermetically sealed one.
Sounds like Vince needs a bigger house in the mountains of bug country.
That is a problem... Maybe Jeremy can help or the termites could build a house and live in the structures while 'Pedebody lives in the house proper? As long as they tolerate each other it should be fine.
"Yeah, those sound helpful. How intelligent are these bugs anyway, drawing borders and stuff."
"We don't quite know yet, Vincent. It's difficult to gauge the intelligence of a hive-mind. Still, Mazabureinus displays remarkable adaptability through flexible eusociality. I have a theory that it may be able to... decentralize its thinking."
"Decentralize it's thinking? It's a hive mind. It's decentralized by definition!"
"Yes but... oh. It's just a hypothesis. I need to run more experiments."
"Ah... well stay in touch I guess. I've got to go."
The greenery has snuck up on you. You're well into Lion's Rock now and nearing the point where you said you would meet with the Remnant. Cleaning yourself up as best you can, you prepare for the meet.
>arm yourself, take 'Pedebody
>go unarmed, be non-threatening
'Pedebody wraps himself protectively around your torso.
Fang Lo and Crusty are both present, waiting for you with a van of their own. Fang Lo is shirtless and you can finally see the twisted extent of his scars. The bottom layer looks like it was removed "naturally" but the storiated bumps and ridges on top suggest intentional scarification. Weaved across and between these patterns are detailed tattoos in black. The final effect is demonic and reminds you of the cenobites from that one movie...
<You look ridiculous. We've got your boy in the van. Are you sure you don't want to join us? This is your last chance.>
>Forget the boy... where's my F-75?
That certainly is a confusing use of negatives... Yes is the "I don't want to join" option.
I'll allow a little time for anyone who wants to correct or hasn't given their input yet. This is fairly important.
>bring everything to Lion's Rock in about a half an hour.>
>that wasn't too time consuming at all... You still have an hour and 10 minutes until the meet.
>the Elevon is so fast it broke the speed of light and arrived 40 minutes into the past
I was hoping we could continue to just completely ignore everything big going on around us and keep doing relatively low impact stuff. It's a pity but let's see where this rabbit hole goes. Hopefully they won't be too restricting on us.
But who will protect Hong Kong with their KS field of absolute terror in 2037?
but we're kind of doing it by joining up with The Remnant. I'm not really against it but hoped we could keep this strange aura of normality by successfully dodging all the plothooks that would force us to get involved in the incoming shitstorm.
It's almost the same pay grade actually.
Unfortunately letting Maxim live instead of backstabbing him for his sweet helmet ensured while we didn't pursue the plothook, the plothook sure dug into us already.
You're not le epic protagonist man all of a sudden, anon. But I'd say we're entering the next "stage" of the quest.
Yes. There were other paths too but we never really came close to them.
Although if things get hairy, running to nearby _____ for maximum off-the-gridness is an option Now that your neckbomb is gone.
<Fine. It's obviously not safe for me to continue with GEC. I assume you'll be fixing my neck?>
<Of course. We can do it tom->
<No, make it Sunday. Definitely Sunday. I'm busy tomorrow.>
<Too busy for your life saving surgery?>
<I didn't ask for your opinion.> you snap. The comedown is starting and it's making you... ornery.
<Show me the kid.>
Crusty nods to Fang Lo and he opens up the back of the van. Jeremy is sitting right there, staring at you. You must look bizarre.
"Vince?" his voice is slightly muffled by the mask. He sounds confused but he steps out of the van and into the sunlight, shielding his face with his hand.
"Vince, is that you?"
"Let's skip the hug, kid."
You pat your armored abdomen.
"I haven't introduced you to the new pet yet."
As Jeremy walks towards you, brightening, Crusty speaks.
<We'll be in touch, Vince. And before I forget..>
eh we're pretty much swimming in cash. A military grade flammenwerfer costs 2700 credits and we have 4 times that. Actually do we really need that anymore? I doubt whatever The Remnant will hire us to do will involve clearing out literal cockroaches.
Crusty snaps his fingers and Fang Lo grabs a suitcase from inside the van.
<-this was part of the deal. No charge for fresh recruits.>
15 minutes later and you're in the car. 'Pedebody is playing with Jeremy in the back seat (his powers don't affect the 'pede but they seem to enjoy playing with your wrangling stick) and everything feels surprisingly... okay?
>'working for a higher cause' has developed into Remnant Consultant
>You've leveled up! You are now a Remnant Consultant. You can now boost three times and have new Remnant resources availible to you.
>gained F-75 flamethrower!
>get some dinner for everyone, catch up with Jeremy with a Lion's Rock picnic
>call Amanda, see if she'd be open to letting you back in
>get a hotel room where you can all stay anonymously for the night
>joyride around the city for a while, maybe introduce the kid to Lucas and Derek
Yeah, but imagine the military-spec equipment we can afford that we haven't even asked for the price tags of yet.
Stuff that would let us storm supervillain fortresses like Le 'Pede Cripple Man without incredibly difficult rolls to wrench open the doors.
>>get some dinner for everyone, catch up with Jeremy with a Lion's Rock picnic
Wait till you meet the other pet Jeremy.
And I wonder if we can even afford the Prix stream for him tomorrow.
And, of course, cocaine.
> an "indentured employee" of MedCorp's named Chris Mathies who must have found some way to slip his leash. He's a youngish Caucasian guy with short cropped blond hair and a clean shaven face, though you imagine he's grown a beard and dyed everything by now.
Maybe we'll meet Dau Wushen's killer as our new coworker.
>There were other paths too but we never really came close to them.
I'm curious to discover later what other shadowy organizations we failed to stumble on.
Besides the Industrial Estate.
Also I wonder how much of Vince's sentence we could have gotten Shan to commute instead. We need to get into her files.
"Hey, Jeremy. Everything okay back there?"
In your rear-view mirror you can see that it is. 'Pedebody is gleefully clinging to the looped end of your wrangling stick, trying to yank it away from Jeremy. The kid is smiling like the many-legged carnivore is just a big puppy. He's damn weird... but so are you. And you're not asking because you're worried.
"Everything's fine, Vince! Me and the big centipede are just playing."
"Oh, okay. Because I was wondering if you were... hungry?"
Jeremy lets go of the wrangling stick and 'Pedebody falls all over itself, entangled with its prize. It severs the metal loop in two quick bites to free itself but... you're sure you can buy a new one.
"Yes! I'm starving!"
"How does a barbeque sounds? We've just got to get some meat and then we'll come back to hang out on the mountain, okay? I want to show you some stuff."
"It sounds.... really good."
The trip to the nearest supermarket is a blur. You buy steaks and chicken and marshmallows and vegetables and whatever else strikes the fancy of you or Jeremy. You heave heavy sacks of charcoal. On the way back you task the kid with sitting in the front and keeping 'Pedebody away from all the food, despite the centipedes constant nudging of your elbows from the backseat.
Hiss hiss. (Don't be a pest!)
>hold your barbecue in the woods
>hold your barbecue in an open rest area, tailgate your van
>hold your barbecue up on the mountain
>>hold your barbecue up on the mountain
You decide to play it safe, pulling the van over into a rest area and parking it near a small public grill. Jeremy sits on the rear bumper of the van, watching you prepare the fire and eating marshmallows. His mask passes them through by pushing the food into an internal chamber for him to eat from. It's a shame the poor kid can't shove everything in his face like everyone else would but he doesn't seem to mind. Besides, you're pretty sure he's trying to feed the marshmallows to 'Pedebody when you're not looking.
Your head throbs and you feel tired but you're happy. You lived life to the fullest today and you can't think of a more American way to cap off your evening than this. Maybe if there were some fireworks.
You douse the charcoal in lighter fluid and hit it with a flame from your own lighter. It blows up before settling down again.
>roll 3d6 for searing your meat
You make a pretty decent steak. Searing the outside and sealing in the juices, you make 3 medium rare hunks of meat to share between Jeremy, 'Pedebody, and yourself. On the side you make some corn-on-the-cob in tinfoil and even some asparagus, lovingly seasoned with salt and pepper.
It's not a top chef effort but it'll do.
You serve Jeremy and put a plate on the ground for 'Pedebody, who tears into the meat hungrily. You're not totally sure why you bothered cooking it for him in retrospect but you don't regret it either.
Inside the van, you open up a package of toilet paper and drop it into the termite habitat.
"Why are you doing that?"
Huh. Guess this does seem like an odd thing to be doing.
>take out a few termites and show Jeremy
>bring the entire habitat to Jeremy
>try and bring out the queen to show to Jeremy
If we want to earn that undetermined future favor from Clarissa, they do need to do some tests with this colony before Vince goes off the grid sunday...
God there's never enough time to do everything.
Verify digital security of Elevon's computer, talk to Lopez, testify at court, race in the prix, figure out where you're gonna live with the Remnant's help, house train 'Pedebody to not eat roaches, maybe get a Holo, science with termites, go jogging one more time to unlock Getting Fit, get Devlinson's regular phone number, burn MedCorp clinic to the ground.
You reach in and try to extract a handful of termites. A few soldiers attempt to latch on to your hand as you do so; they're bigger and nastier than earlier but still fairly harmless.
You take them over to Jeremy and show him, explaining everything you know about Mazabureinus. Jeremy listens carefully and seems to focus. The soldiers clinging to your hand release their jaws and the workers run frantically through your fingers in never-ending loops.
"Pedebody looks up jealously from the ground and Jeremy tosses him a marshmallow to pacify him.
"So you can control them."
"Obviously! But there's something weird about them."
"What is it?"
"I'm having trouble... being precise. They're not normal. The soldiers work differently from the workers and some of the workers work differently from the others. They're complicated. I'd have to get a lot better to coordinate a lot of these together."
>what do you think would happen if I exposed the entire colony to you at once?
>don't worry, we'll practice
>why are they different?
Oh, wait. work differently from each other---
the queen has a natural defense in biodiversity. A diverse portfolio of termites. Change each generation, different from the last, optimizing, and Yu has to play catch-up...
"It's not a big deal. These things are going to be living with us so you'll have lots of time to get better at talking to them."
"That's... a relief."
You're not sure why he sounds so hesitant but you push on with your next question.
"So... how were they different? You never had this issue with the roaches."
"They have their own pheremones. Lots of them. And the ones they emit make them react differently to my own some of the time. Like the soldiers let go of you but the workers went crazy from the same signal. And some of them look just like the others but behave differently. I can still signal them but there's something off about them that I can't tell from the outside. It's a little creepy, Vince."
"It's alright, Yu. You'll master it. For now, do you think you could draw a barrier that they can't pass over?"
"I'm not sure? I mean, I don't know."
He looks upset.
>What do you mean "you're not sure"?
>I'll be picking up some pheremones to fence them in soon. Maybe you can learn from those.
>Relax. Was everything okay when those guys had you?
>>Relax. Was everything okay when those guys had you?
>You're not sure why he sounds so hesitant but you push on with your next question.
Guys let's not make it like we just wanted him for his admittedly now-useful powers. Focusing on practicing was a mistake.
>Every time when a typhoon is coming towards Hong Kong, some of hkgolden’s (a forum that’s similar to 4chan) member would use their penises as a wager and make a bet of whether HKO is going to hoist a higher typhoon signal. That means, in a specific circumstance, they have to be castrated. For example, some will make a post like “If typhoon signal no. 8 is hoisted tonight, I’ll be castrated.” However, this entire “culture” is just a joke. No one had been castrated because of the typhoon signal IRL.
>HK has its own 4chan
>No one had been castrated because of the typhoon signal IRL.
That we know of.
"Hey, is everything alright? Those guys promised me they'd get you better. They didn't hurt-"
"It's fine! I'm fine!"
Jeremy gesticulates wildly and accidentally spills the contents of his plate. The food falls to the ground and is immediately pounced on by the 'pede.
"Shit, shit. I'm sorry."
"It's fine. Do you want some more food? I can-"
Jeremy curls up into a ball in the back of your van. The summer sun has nearly set. Your head throbs and you wish for a cigarette. Stupidly.
Your ex used to talk about having kids a long time ago. Situations like this were exactly why you were opposed. They're too emotional, not like nice, predictable adults at all.
"There's not a lot I can say to make you feel better right now, Jeremy. But we can always go and..."
>see the mantises
>go catch a movie
prostrate yourself before your grit overlords.
>The year 1997 has arrived.
>A herd of fuckin’ ugly reds.
>are rushing from the mainland.
>Crime rate has skyrockeded!
>Hongkong is ruined!
>Therefore, the Hongkong government called >Bruce Lee’s relative “Chin” for the massacre of the reds.
>Chin is a killer machine.
>Wipe out all 1.2 billion of the red communists!
>However, in mainland China there was a secret project in progress! A project to transform the deceased Tong Shau Ping into an ultimate weapon!
If there's stuff like this in real life, I'm going to have to step up my lore game...
>too emotional, not like nice, predictable adults at all.
"-burn some stuff. At least, that always helps me when I feel down."
You pull out the case holding the flamethrower and lay it down next to where Jeremy has curled up. Opening it up, you reveal the hefty machine inside.
"This is the F-75, military grade, designed to slice through aircraft carrier bulkheads in mere seconds. It burns so hot that it's like wielding a death ray."
Jeremy uncurls a little bit.
"I got to use one a while back, working with a... comrade."
"What kind of comrade?"
"Hmm. I guess I'd have to say he was a good one. Maybe you'll meet him one day. Probably not though."
"Can I try it?"
Well of course it does.
>In the early 2000s, a discussion forum was launched to complement the website. It was originally open in structure and without topic demarcation, and destined for computing matters. Very soon, its topics became broader-based, the discussion area segregated into "computing" and "chill" areas, each with their own topics or "stations". On-line discussion groups formed. The community, formed by ordinary citizens as well as computer geeks, would be interested in all manner of local topics. In the course of discussions, slang would be widely employed. Neologisms would often develop, and these would quickly pass virally into colloquial usage.
They also seem to have a Reddit Rivalry.
>As of January 1 2016, it is rated the 9th most frequently visited website in Hong Kong.
>With the slogan "DISCUSS, Hong Kong No.1" (香討,香港No.1), meaning claiming to be "champion" in Hong Kong, the Hong Kong Discuss Forum is criticized by members of Hong Kong Golden Forum.
>convergent evolution in internet forums
Now I've seen everything.
"Why else would I take it out?"
Jeremy smiles as you hand over the massive weapon to him. He struggles under its weight, intended for a cybernetic super soldier. But he grins and bears it... and very quickly starts pointing it at things.
You point the nozzle at the ground and explain the different settings to him as best as you can remember.
"So if I just do this-"
A jet of white hot flame shoots from the nozzle and cuts the grill off at the stem. Hot coals tumble over onto the grass. You rush over and pour out a two liter of soda on the fire.
"Hah, I can't believe you- oh."
Looking back at Jeremy, he's holding the massive F-75 and pointing it straight at you.
"I don't want to do this..."
>What's this about?
>Put that down. Now.
"Then don't. What's going on?"
"Those other guys... they asked me all kinds of questions about my... ability. And now you work for them. And you're asking questions too!"
You're tempted to reply snarkily, as that's all early teenager logic like this deserves but your better angels win out. Barely.
"Jeremy, I'm working for them because I can't afford to keep hiding you and working at the Exterminator company. It's the only way to keep you safe."
"Why should I believe that?"
"I'll tell you if you put the flamethrower down."
He puts it to the side.
>Because you're very important to me.
>Because you're worth your weight in gold (charge him and snatch away the flamethrower)
>Because you deserve a decent life.
>Because you remind me of me.
>Because hiss hiss (sic 'em boy!)
>Because you deserve a decent life.
"Jeremy, everyone wants to tell you who you should be without even an iota of care for who you are. I wouldn't care if you could shit gold, I just want you to have a chance that I blew. I want you to have a good life."
>daring me to blow up sonfu
"Because," you begin, walking slowly towards Jeremy, "I'd never want to hurt you. You're just a kid who got screwed over by things bigger than you. I know you don't want to go home because you're ashamed and scared and if I'm being honest, I feel the same way sometimes. Scared that is."
You smile at the kid and he smiles back.
"Jeremy, I wouldn't care if you could shit gold. I took you in on day 1. I just want you to have the chance that I blew. I need you to have a good life."
He's a little spindly, but it's a good hug. A really good hug.
We'll pick up next time in the morning, after spending your night camping in the van. You'll have a court trip and a bunch of fresh perks based on everything that happened today (expect invention/engineering, animal handling progress, shooting level up and more).
Depending on how this weekend goes, I may run a spinoff one-shot featuring everyones' favorite Inspector.
He's smart but he's not "recognize a flamethrower" smart. Not yet anyway.
Also, it's doubtful Jeremy was gonna actually kill you here anyway. He could do that almost any time he wants.
>burn the termite colony
But Mazabureinus is my DMPC!
Anyway, we're already archived:
And I would appreciate votes of any kind. I'd rather have kept running until 3am but I have to get up early in the morning. Maybe instead of the one-shot we'll run a sequel thread on the weekend.
Well I thought as an orc warlord quest fan you'd be well versed in the fate of its father and inspiration.
It was 3smutty5me for the mods. Or maybe they objected to the lack of dice rolls for anything? But there are other quests like that.
So it must have been the smut and giant goat dick driving the plot.
The IRC logs were leaked in January 2015 shedding light on it at the time.
Apparently only medieval fantasy settings fit.
> [13:19:32] <RapeApe> it's not that the text is NWS, it's that it's thematically removed from traditional games.
>[13:20:01] <RapeApe> swords, sorcery, laser guns, evil wizards, eldritch monsters, etc
>[13:20:06] <RapeApe> that's /tg/.
There was a very brief crossover on moe. The QMs were big fans of each other.
>Ur'shal: "You there, tiny horned human with the abnormally large penis, would you like to join me on a rape adventure?"
>Danny: "Fuck yeah I would!"
>AND THEN THEY RAPED EVERYTHING FOREVER
Well the first time Vince met Jeremy he knocked him unconscious with a stick and tied him up.
So now they're even.
Always get the most honest conversations when one person is holding the other's life in their hands.
When did Vince finally realize anime was trash?
Like leveling up sonfu's Social Link again I guess.
>after spending your night camping in the van.
...didn't we tell Lopez we'd stop by in a few hours tonight.