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An arcade. Dozens of middle-aged men stand around smoking and diddling antique coin-eaters. Some look normal enough; others are missing pieces. Music blares just loud enough to blot out conversation as you chug down another can of Hi-Caffeine and attempt to focus your attention on a game of:

>Street Fighter 13
>Daytona 2041
>Timesplitters 9
>Ultra Hyper Fantastic Finallisimo Dance Dance Revolution: HK Edition
>Chivalry VR
>Write-In (come up with a game title)

>>1231060
King of Fighters 20

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>>1231075

You turn the tide on your opponent, a random challenger whose breath and B.O. had previously allowed him to stun you into submission. Breaking out of your guard with a flurry of well-executed combos and pushing him into the corner, you tear his life bar down from full to a mere sliver. All that's left now is to finish him and you've won the match.

But how?

(pick one and roll 3d6, higher is better)

-Use an especially difficult but flashy combo
-Attempt a throw
-Spam light attacks to try and get one past his guard
-Write-in

>>1230328

His frown deepened. He was ordered to destroy these, but couldn't as he felt the command foolish, since if he could merge hollow and Soul reapers, perhaps every soul in the soul society and beyond could be safe. Perhaps they could all be free from oppression and fear.

But....what would be the cost? He had figured out a way that could achieve exactly as he wanted but....if it didn't it might utterly destroy souls or simply create a hollow. Did progression and power out way morality and goodness. He set the book down, and grabbed the diagram he drew of this...miracle her had devised.

the Hōgyoku. That which might achieve his dream, and give the monsterous power of hollows and combine it with soul reapers. it would put the fates of the people in their hands and the power it would give could keep them safe and...and give him an equal potentially, someone he might be able to call friend.

He smirked and sighed, setting the paper back inside as he closed the safe, locking it as it seemed the vanish away. Closing his eyes, images of blood sharpening itself into a deadly blade, smoke flowing as scarred skin formed from it, the deadly purple eyes above scars and under hair as white as snow. The unique feeling of reiatsu sharpened to a surgical point, able to break through the skin of souls far more powerful than herself, a skill fashioned by her old life's sheer talent and skill in killing and mastery of the art of the sword.

Kimi....perhaps he did not need to seek to make an equal, he certainly did not need a friend anymore. She treated him casually, and seemingly had no fear or reservations because of his nearly unnatural power and skill. Maybe one day he could also call her equal but...but

She was odd. In more than one way, he had watched her for sometime. Sure her rapid progression could just mean she's like him but. He pushed his glasses up, remembering her reaction to hollow bait. She was nearly drooling from just being around it.

And...the meno's she killed. There were signs it had fired a cero, and her clothes had been burnt away but...she was nearly untouched.

Aizen opened his eyes. He'd have to keep observing her, and couldn't throw away his work. But...his former plan of testing the Hōgyoku, when he thought of it now....it sickened him. There had to be a cleaner way to achieve his dream, and maybe his only friend had some secrets that could reveal it.

But they'd have to be revealed without harming her....if she indeed held any. He knew it was possible to merge the powers of soul reaper and hollow, it was not just the dreams of a mad soul. He knew it in not only his heart, but his mind.

Shinji's voice drew Sosuke out of his deep thought and turmoil. the lieutenant smirked and then smiled. Well, he had all the time in the world, he'd just have to bring it up with Kimi some day.

but now, he had work to do and no time to reflect on his past. If what he wished was possible,

cont

>>1230333
and if it had a "Clean" way of being achieved, he'd find it.


Kimi Kemuri
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The sound of flowing water...its actually quite calming. I'm not sure I have much to do today, since I'm on reserve as it stands and....well I'm still sore from those two quincy. I can still taste their blood on my tongue. Its a sour taste, a very sour taste. And even though I used their blood to heal my wounds and stich my flesh, I can still feel the ache of it all. But it should all pass by soon. It always does and has. I sigh, smiling as I relax next to the water fall in the middle of the kuchiki's garden, the water splashing on my face as a cold mist.

This...is heaven. I've never thought about it before but I'm....well in the best place I could ever hope to end up. I have a firm, but polite and kind lord, I have students who view me as a master and dear friend, I have comrades who will always be a challenge to face in a duel. And best of all I can show off my art and practice it as much as I want against actual threats.

Yeah, this if this isn't heaven, then I can't imagine what is.

What do I do
[] sit here for awhile
[] Find Byakuya and hang around him for awhile. maybe train him
[] Visit Aya/ Aizen
[] Visit Tosen
[] go out for lunch, by myself
[] Stop by the eleventh division, because I feel like getting mad today
[] practice my kido/ swordsman ship
[] Stop by the academy, and visit Sekiryu
[] ask one of my betters for training
[] try to visit the two young quincy
[] Just hang around the barracks for awhile
[] write in

>>1230346
>[] sit here for awhile
>[] try to visit the two young quincy
>[] Stop by the eleventh division, because I feel like getting mad today
>[] Visit Aya/ Aizen

Alright, we've made fucking Aizen a slightly better person! And are you feeling alright HM?

>>1227985
Genie Torrison

>>1227985
Harold Janssen

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>>1228016
>>1228024
Your name is Genie Janssen.
Okay, good. You can remember that at least. But now you really want to know what you're doing alone in a boat!
Just what were you doing that could land you in this situation?
What was the last thing you can remember doing before waking up here?

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Last Thread:

Valentina Hunted Some Bugs and Lost Some Friends. Picked up an incendiary Bomb to plant in the nest.

James played cat and mouse with a Xenomorph Warrior and an anon saved the quest from BAD END with a nat 20 (pic related)

>>1223871
>> CHEM Scare juice into [THE VIRGIN]

Test for thread linker bot.

FUCKING FINALLY! I LOVE YOU SCHTEEL!

>>1229759
> “Sure.” (VACATION DAYS: 4)
We did promise to assist her today, after all.

Good to be back for LGA, GS.

>>1229761
To add my vote
>“Can’t. I have work.”
Arbeit macht frei.

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>>1222037

How to play: First, submit a command. Keep in mind that you may only execute a single action per command. Commands will be enacted based on how many other Anons in the thread support it. If there is a tie I will roll a die to determine which command will be chosen.

Once I have selected a command, I will dedicate the few measly modicums of artistic talent I possess to representing the content of that command in the world you anons have created. This process could take ten minutes, or in excess of one and a half hours. After I finish and post an image, I will wait for 30 minutes for new commands...

...
...
No new commands have been submitted...

...

Recent events:

> The night has ended...

> An expedition of Steppe-Dwellers approach the rainforest. The Steppe-Dwellers encounter a wolf...

> Two rabbits have perished. They were killed by wolves.

> One adult mortal is wandering near the forest. One adult mortal and one mortal child are drinking from the springs...

> The malevolent creature has created a lair in the side of the mountain by using its acidic spittle to melt through the rockface...

...

Alright, I'm going to give you 30 minutes to throw any new commands into the proverbial ring, or to support preexisting commands...

Create a green moon that causes monthly eclipses.

>>1222049
encase a sword in the rock of the crater

>>1222240

Uncle omake sounds good, we rarely read about what everyone else is doing.

>>1222240
Here and an omake sounds fine.

>>1222240
Miellewds-guy here. Omake is fine, but let's say that Eldric implements his Super Grind to Catch Up to Little Sisters Plan of having his Pets constantly dungeon-diving 24-7 in rotating teams.

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>>1221508
The Librarian's tone is frank, tired even, and absent of accusation or arrogance. You let out a long sigh, and then nod. "We have," you agree, quietly.

"I should imagine your father has reason to be proud of you," the geargrinder continues, his colored-glass eyes pointed at you. "I sincerely doubt I have made mine proud. Cedric was a gentle man, a loving man, a compassionate man. He gave me a book for a heart because he thought the joy of learning was the greatest thing he could offer to his firstborn son. He died well, in his own bed, with his clockwork children and grandchildren to mourn him, and left them in my care."

The clockwork man stands again, his joints creaking ponderously. "It went wrong. It all went so very wrong. I did not set out to hurt anyone, but have you ever tried to care for an entire people? At first only my siblings and I lived together, but others came, to beg for my protection, to seek guidance. 'Elder' they cried, and they asked questions for which I had no answers. What was their purpose? Would they see eternity? Why do some of us have souls and not others? My people came to me for answers and for justice and I had neither, and neither did the gods. We are of the Firstborn, said they, and it was not the place of the Gods of Creation to interfere. We and the Firstborn were to learn from one another, but the Firstborn make poor gods, heritor. They did not have what we sought either."

Realization dawns, harsh and cold, in your head. "And then you met a man, didn't you?"

"Yes. A man who promised a world where we would not have to live in the shadow of our parents. A man who could promise us eternity, ensoul the soulless, who could /make/ answers for the hollow questions that drive my people mad. You call him Richard. He made us promises, but he has lied, and for those lies I have forsaken everything my father taught me. Everything he gave to me I have crushed and trampled, shattered and scattered and swept away and for nothing. Nothing at all."

Lora sets the tip of Grief against the floor and listens without comment. Her eyes are hard, but focused on the wall, not looking at either of you.

"You murdered Silence," you accuse, quietly. "You crippled countless harpies, attacked the Warehouse to try and starve innocent people."

"I am not sorry. I did what was best at the time."

"And this is what's best at the time now, is it?" you snap, standing.

"Do you have my answers for me, la Croix?" the Librarian asks. He shrugs, the gesture oddly helpless on his massive frame. "You know your fate. You will cross into the Sunless Lands, or you will see your soul reforged. You are cared for, in death. But I have no such promises. What happens to me, Brianna? To my people? It is no idle question for the Thirdborn. Here, now, at the end of my life, I have decided that it is better to be the person my father would have wanted me to be than it is to die fighting someone with the courage to right my wrongs."

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>>1221578
"...I guess I'd better hear out your price," you say at last. You lean against your cane, your gaze locked on the Librarian's painted face, your ears perked for his voice through the tick-tick-tick of his massive gears.

"The price of betrayal is death. My people will be lost, without guidance, and mourning me. They are still children, for all of their posturing and their skill. The survivors will need a home, and someone to teach them the lessons that I should have. The lessons my father would have wanted them to learn. He must be turning in his grave to see what I have made of them. Of myself," the Librarian adds, and he looks away. "I will accept one of two outcomes, and ask that you have your oath sanctified by the angel. I will not be here to hold you to your word, heritor. Nothing less than a nemesis oath will satisfy me."

"Refresh me?" you request.

"I would enforce the contract in the Librarian's absence," Lora explains. "As judge, interpreter, and, if need be, executioner. Don't worry overmuch about the formal wording. No one here is a demon."

"Indeed," the Librarian agrees.

"...Alright. What would you accept?" you ask.

The geargrinder looks back at you. "North and west, near elven lands, is the city that first invented golems and, later, my own kind - Trestle. There you will find the workshop of Nelson Clock-Carver, his daughter Cuckoo, and her companion, Jack the Lesser. Persuade them to take on my siblings and children, save for those Natalia has awoken. They are hers now."

"And my other option?" you ask.

"Secure them a home that they may call their very own," the Librarian replies, quietly. "Not as serfs, not as slaves or bondsmen. A domain ruled by clockwork. It is acceptable, I think, for their lord to bow before a king or queen in turn - there are, I should think, advantages to being involved in Greenwall - but I will be satisfied with nothing less."

"How will they learn if they're self-governing?" you press.

The Librarian shrugs, thoughtfully. "How did the Firstborn? Their neighbors, I think, will be educational. Or you will. Give me your vow, and the Wyrm will be removed. Choose, la Croix."

> Promise to escort the geargrinders to the workshop in the north
> Swear to assist them in securing their own domain

This is the thing to expedite the story so 'none of the above' is not on the table.

>>1221634
> Promise to escort the geargrinders to the workshop in the north
You can do it, little gears grinding away, producing lift via self-propelled motion and the magic of "souls" and "consciousness". Go and be free.

>Rolled 81 (1d100)

You know what you have to do.

You smash your elbows into Mayson’s stomach. His eyes widen as he forgotten for a second that he held you as his captive. He coughs and sputters, leaving you to break out of his grip and dart off as fast as you can go. You can hear Mayson scream, “You little shit!” as the distance between you and him increase, you of course don't stop for a single second, the only thing on your mind is escape.

You expect to hear footsteps, but none reach your ears. Hazarding a glance back, you see that Miles is pulling Mayson away from Alton, in an opposite direction. It seems like he didn’t want to be anywhere near the source of that voice. You also catch sight of the city’s walls, it’s huge! Must be at least 20 feet of pure chiseled stone, you reckon. Well, not anymore, as right now it is riddled with jagged holes punctured into it, looking more like ruins than a proper wall. Lionel wasn’t kidding when he said that it wasn’t safe for you here, through the holes you can see the city, or what’s left of it. The explosions of unknown origin did a number everywhere, craters, rubble, and bodies piled around everywhere. The sight made you feel sick. Who would go that far to become a wizard? What point is there in power if you destroy everything around you to get it? The thoughts continue to rummage around in your head as you head towards the forest. After a while, you are confident that anybody would follow you now, since the city seems to be a bigger target, so you slow your pace and get your bearings.

>cont.

>>1231913

Trees. Lots of trees. The map showed that Alton was surrounded by three forests, but you didn’t think they would be this... well, unkempt. What you would imagine to be a forest untouched by civilization shows itself before you, from the ground to the trees, carries an eerie feeling of archaism. The wind suddenly feels heavier, more sturdy. It becomes much more oppressing the further you travel. Twigs and plants seem to always get over your feet, making you trip, and the shrubbery would cut your legs when you're sure that it didn’t have any thorns. You started to quicken your pace when you notice that the trees were ever so slightly leaning in your direction, like they were trying to grab you. No, that is just the tiredness getting to you, that's it. You think you must have been travelling for hours, because your legs are on fire, as if you suddenly realized it. The pack is also much heavier, your muscles are straining just to hold it up. By the time you start to feel hungry, your body is screaming at you. Everything wants to rest, but you can’t, you don’t know why, but you’re convinced that something is chasing you, hunting you. The feeling is oppressive, your mind wants to keep going, but your body can’t. You try to find a way to escape, and you notice a clearing just to your left where you’re heading. You feel a calming atmosphere emit from the clearing, it feels like it’s beckoning you. It takes all your remaining willpower to just change direction, your body wants to shut down, but you push it enough to enter the clearing.

As you step into the circular area, you collapse on the ground, breathing heavily. The full force of the pain from the unwilling workout flooded your senses in waves. Every gasp makes you wince in pain, you see stars in your vision as you once again succumb to a dreamless slumber.

>Forest of Gamol: One of the three great forests, and regarded by many as the most dangerous. These ancient woods sap the power out of you the longer you travel through it’s depths. Thankfully, passing wizards, who are not affected by the forest’s tricks, set up warded areas dotted around as the ages past. These clearings have slightly rejuvenative properties, so by hopping from area to area, you can safely traverse the forest. Sadly, you do not have a map denoting these clearings.

>cont.

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>>1231916

You wake up to the sounds of birds chirping. The cool air washing over your body reminds you of the events that transpired late yesterday. As you get up, you are relieved to see that the pain around your body is no more, and is replaced by a serene feeling. You feel as though you can carry the world on your shoulders, what wonders a good night's rest can do for the body.

You look around, the clearing is a couple feet in diameter, other than that is the dense foliage of the forest. You are reluctant to head out there.

What do you want to do?

>Take this time to look through your pack, maybe Lionel packed more than food and a torch.
>Investigate the area immediately outside the clearing, could there be anything of note?
>Set up a camp, you don’t feel confident enough to make another trip.
>Just go, time's wasting!
>Other?

>>1220722
>>Pursue the topic
>caused an international incident and want to keep it on the down low
She knows

>>1220722
>>Pursue the topic
Would it be possible to discreetly ask her how she knows?

>>1220722
>>Pursue the topic
[wipes forehead internally]

>>1220100
>Check our surroundings

>>1220130

Well you're still in the bayou, still murky water and gloomy trees all around. Not as though you were paying such close attention before though, but you don't recognize this little glade you're in. Probably as you got disoriented underwater though, would explain it. It's afternoon so light isn't a concern at least, you can see as far as the trees allow.

>>1220155
start walking back upstream

It’s quieter than normal, even the sounds of digging aren’t as they should be. “Get those bodies buried as they come. We need this cleared out,” you order your troops left. You turn to your fallen, the least you can do is bury them separate from who knows how many bodies.

The graves aren’t as deep as you’d like, but they’re deep enough. They dug the holes facing the the sunset and the bodies are unceremoniously tossed in. You say a prayer or two, things you once heard before. Not what you would normally do but it felt appropriate. At one point you inquire why they face the sunset. “So they can escape in the night. Or so the traditions say,” you’re told.

There’s nineteen more civilian dead, mostly from injuries and not enough time to treat them. A few more are in critical condition and the rest are moderate to superficial injuries.

You’ve still got to deal with whatever remains of the rioters, of there are any left. Though you doubt this kind of thing will happen again, you just proved why.

Choose two:
>Start a humanitarian effort for the wounded (Would it humanitarian or Xenoarian?)
>Start repairing damage to your sensor system
>Detain the living rioters
>Punish the whole town
>Other?

Previous thread: >>1209301

>>1230661
>Start a humanitarian effort for the wounded (Would it humanitarian or Xenoarian?)

Just make sure the don't die.

>Detain the living rioters

>>1230661
>>Start a humanitarian effort for the wounded (Would it humanitarian or Xenoarian?)

Do we even have any feed of if there are surviving rioters. Also were has the old lady been in all of this

>>1229952
What do we do?

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>>1229961
you serious tho?

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This thread is officially RIP.

>>1228385
>Defend the mobile infantry by confronted bring the star captains

>>1228388
You go up to the Star Captains at the protest of your friends. Placing your fist onto the table, you tell off the Star Captains that you are the ones fighting and dying down there on the battlefields. One of them gets up and stares at you.

"Monkey, I was on a ship that was blasted by those mortar bugs. I was only of three, THREE that escaped."

He takes off his jacket.

"So if you want to 'talk' about people dying, I'm willing to break rank, no punishment to you if you fight."

He has a medium build, quite young as well. Probably has played a sport back on Earth, and very well as well.

>Fight him
>Apologize
>Stare at him.

>>1228402
>Fight him
THE STAR CAPTAIN CANNOT FLY HIS SHIP IF YOU DISABLE HIS HAND

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>>Resume being the present Keiichi Hirayama.

Where we last left you, you were busy being dumbstruck at the sight of an unknown girl raiding your fridge. Several seconds flow by and nothing changes at all. It is as if every nerve in your and her bodies have ceased to work. The two of you stand ramrod-still in your poses; your hand still pressed on the light switch and the girl with her grubby little paws bathed in the cool air of the fridge.

An apple falls to the floor with a dull thump. It rolls across the kitchen floor and comes to a stop at a table leg. It is ignored.

You feel like you should say something. Your mouth only makes a few small twitches. Nothing comes out. You see the unknown girl make some tiny movements and conclude she is in the exact same position.

“Onii-chan?” Like a voice from the heavens, your sister arrives. “What are you doing in the kitchen—”

She enters the room and her actions screech to a halt. She stands next to you, her mouth gaping like a confused goldfish. Unlike you, she recovers quickly.

“Onii-chan, who is that?” She cries, pointing to the mysterious girl.

Warmth and energy flood into your exhausted limbs. It’s as if a giant taut iron wire in the air was suddenly cut in half.

>>Keiichi: Act.

>Point your handgun at the girl.
>Shoot the girl with your handgun.
>“Airi, get ready to fight!”
>Switch off the lights.
>Walk out the room and go back to bed.
>Custom option.

>>1226171
>>Point your handgun at the girl.
>Switch off the lights.

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>>1226171
>>Shoot the girl with your handgun.