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You awake in the evening, long after the rest of the Imashet city has retired to their homes. Your dreams, as always, are a meaningless jumble of fractured and terrifying images. Coiling scales, slavering jaws, the startlingly humanlike face you saw in the caves beneath the desert. You wipe the grogginess from your eyes and stand, walking to the small window on the far side of your room.

Below, you can make out the Bahadurei guards patrolling the walls of the keep. You know this building is intended as a fortress, but you cannot help but feel like it is a prison. You may not be in chains, but there is a leash on you nonetheless – the city was on a knife’s edge before your arrival, and now everyone was holding their breath, waiting to see where the new political battle lines would be drawn. The translator, Weir et Taphrei, had said there were four factions left in the city, though he only named three: the Bahadurei warriors, Solathei artisans, and Taphrei merchant houses. Who was the fourth? More importantly, how could you possibly convince your “friends” you were, in fact, not their enemies?

Unable to sleep further, you collect your things – minus your weapons, which general Saffoi has kindly offered to “keep safe” for you – and dress yourself in the military Imashet desert clothing provided by the Imashet soldiers.

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>Find Kirari
>Find Dorje
>Find Kiyya
>Find Royt
>Walk out into the courtyard
>Try to get permission to walk into the city
>Write-in

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In the past few months, everything you know has changed. You were once just another child trudging through the rubble of the Carcerum Underhive, but now you've become a part of something greater than yourself. You and your friends had slain a huge creature, an Allisan Lion, and in the process, proved your worth to become one of the Horned Lions, a Chapter of Space Marines. You and your friends had become initiates – except for Sen, who reacted poorly to the gene-seed implantation process, and become... sick. At Apothecary Fatho's prompting, you euthanized Sen, and learned the first lession that the Horned Lions have to give: a clean death in the Emperor's service is the finest reward. You, however, have reacted magnificently to the gene-seed process, putting on a foot and half of height and over 50 kilograms in raw muscle in only a few months.

Recently your trainer, Sergeant Karlat, whose grinning face you had learned to dread, had trained you to what felt like the brink of death, even as he taught you the basics of literacy, navigation, the Imperium and the Astartes as a whole. You've learned that the Horned Lions are descended from another great warrior, Lion'El Jonson, who led an ancient and venerable force known as the Dark Angels. Finally, eight hours ago, you were dropped off alone in the blasted wastes of Carcerum to complete the Hunt – a mysterious kind of pilgrimage that it seems like all Initiates must survive. You had found three plinths, steel pillars, all of which had pointed the way to the next, and survived these initial challenges, although not without some struggle.

Now though, you stand in the mouth of a black cave, tightly gripping a floating skull armed with some kind of pistol. Luckily for you, the skull was facing the wrong direction when you grabbed it, and so the skull can't actually shoot at you. You've decided that you'll talk the skull down instead of smashing it outright, although that might be difficult considering the unending stream of curses the skull is currently emitting.

>What do you tell the skull, /qst/? Good write-ins will be rewarded. Some options from last thread below.

>By the Emperor's Grace I have hit out maneuvered and outflanked you. I would not damage a holy and loyal machine spirit any more than I already have. Yield, I will destroy you if I must, though I will find no joy in it.
>"I am an Initiate of the Horned Lions! Sent to pass these tests and prove my worth to become a Battle Brother in service of the Emperor! Iif you serve the Emperor, you will aid me in this test – and if you will not, then you are a traitor to His will and will be destroyed!
>write-in

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A world tears, a Decree is made; a Pact formed, a Balance struck. You open your second eye, and awaken to darkness.

A sudden shriek escapes a creature who collapses and kneels before you, gibbering a stream of nonsense. You feel its fear as a warbling emanation, a straining tone that inflects the air with anxious dismay. You would ask why it's afraid but find your voice to be missing. You glance around to process the myriad broken architecture, the pillars trailing vines and roots, the moist Seeking Stones cracked with moss, and the bluish ebbing glow of fungi splaying all across the chamber through shallow watery reflections. Ceiling fostered roots cede rhythmic droplets onto the mossy floor, barely masking the unpleasant babbling of the cowering thing.

You glance away from its meaningless prostration to concentrate on your reflection in the pale lit cavewaters. You focus with some difficulty; your twin colorless spheres twinkle with the slightest bits of light on the edges of their abyss. You know instinctually it is the attainment of your second eye which allows you will and mind. However, you do not quite recall the action that conceived the growth, though you understand it precedes your memory. You feel only vestiges of its nature, an inner resonation of dark purpose, though definite and intrinsic to your being.

The nature of its echo leads you to believe...

>You helped something.
>You took something.
>You hurt something.
>You taught something.

>>Choose one or up to two.

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=Thread 16=

You are Delilah, a young girl with a strange affliction suffering in a world that does not care. A runaway living on the streets, you go through several hardships and struggles in an attempts to find peace and happiness for yourself. The world is not simply black and white, nor are the people living in it.

Can you push through all the misery that surrounds you, or will you fall to this gray world?

=Links and Information=

Story Thus Far (Raw and a mess, will work on cleaned up versions.):

http://pastebin.com/WnGZwK04 Part 1
http://pastebin.com/eGfGW8jV Part 2 (Part two seems to be somewhat messed up in addition to not being caught up. I will attempt to fix, but archives seem to be your better option for catch up)

Archives:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=aCowboyNamedSue

Quick Glance (SPOILERS) The quick Who is Who and what Delilah has. Mostly accurate.:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wXNWJdAKuqw-btrHDbvSkN5Gj3QhdY28XNKRUXMLHu0/edit#heading=h.8xfgre7nxqty

Twitter; @Cowboy_Sue
Discord; https://discord.gg/0107qV9kiFDlUH9nY
Chat room with me and other players. I answer questions, post sketches, and act cheeky.

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A Song of Ice and Fire DnD/RPG/Quest/Whateverthefuck just stop bitching about what I call it already Thread: Beta 2.0 test
Created by JONSNO, Ornstein, and Ash, with special thanks to the other memes that occupy the GoB chat

This game is a text-based, player-driven RPG set in George R R Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire Universe. A story is set up by the OP, and is played through by any number of players, with the maximum decided upon by the OP.

>Getting Started

To claim a spot, link a post stating you're doing so to the OP or the latest update. Your next step is to make a character. Follow the following template:

- Name
- Age
- Birthplace/Hometown
- Job/Position
- Weapons and equipments (can be anything, but can only provide a total bonus of 5 points)
- House/Faction (You can belong to any house, but if you belong to a major noble house you will have to be either a bastard or just be working for that house as whatever it is you are. No story specific characters; ie. Lords, kings, or any factions OP denies for story purposes from the start)
- Goal/Quest (Leave it blank and I will assume the character is free to do just about anything that is still relevant to the character.)
- Prefered Starting location (This is entirely up to where OP places you to give you a chance to team up with other characters, but if you are more of a loner character, he will have a better idea where to place you if you have a prefered location.)
- Short Description of the characters looks

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Thus have I heard:

And in the deep ages, before man counted time, there walked a cruel god and the
name of him was Bilu. And Bilu walked the earth, uncovered, so that all who saw
him, perished in flame. And a son of man, whose name was Arsadnel, rose and
said to his kin 'We must fight this god, this cruel Bilu, or we shall surely be
destroyed and uprooted. Even as the flooding river takes the strong trees, so
shall we be taken.' And his kin said to him 'Shall we wear the skin of cowards,
while our hearts are brave? No! But if you stand, then we shall stand with
you.' And Arsadnel arose and gathered about him men and horses and arms and
rode out to meet Bilu.

But his kinsmen were liars and cowards, all. And in the crucial moment,
they left Arsadnel to die.

The Sky-Mother, who watches all, saw Arsadnel stand before the cruel god, alone
and abandoned, and her heart was moved to pity. Then she cried 'Arsadnel,
Arsadnel!' but her voice was as the crack of rainless thunder and terrible fear
gripped Arsadnel. Again she cried 'Arsadnel, Arsadnel!' and Arsadnel lept from
his horse and kneeled and said 'Oh Sky! Still your fury, I am Arsadnel the
Wretched, the Abandoned. Let me die in peace'. But the Sky-Mother laughed and
the sound of it was as wind upon the leaves and she said, 'No, Arsadnel, you
shall not die here. I am the Sky-Mother, the Watcher, you shall learn the
Subtle Art this day and slay the cruel god, Bilu.' And Arsadnel bowed his head
upon the ground and said 'My life is yours Sky-Mother, teach me or I perish.'
Then the Sky-Mother imparted to Arsadnel the ways of the Subtle Art and Bilu
laughed and said 'Shall this mortal strike me? Even I, Bilu, slayer of
10,000? He shall perish in flame and ashes lie where he stands.' And
Arsadnel and Bilu dueled for 10 days and 10 nights and the earth was ripped and
the sky torn asunder but at the end, Arsadnel struck the fatal blow. And he ate
the heart of his enemy, Bilu and said 'Now I am Arsadnel no longer, but Ninebi,
The First User, The Deicide.' And the Sky-Mother, who watches all, saw
arrogance in Arsadnel's heart and she raised her hand against him. But Arsadnel
resisted, for he thought 'I am greater than gods' and the fabric tore and the
earth upon where he stood broke apart. And the name of that place was called
'Shaho', Humility.

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Archive:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=left%20beyond

Wiki:

http://emlia.org/pmwiki/pub/web/LeftBeyond.LeftBeyond.html

All prophecies but one have come to pass. Yahweh has flattened the Earth, elevated Greater Jerusalem above all nations, and the Bible heroes rule the world from Ezekiel's Temple.

The last prophecy says that Satan will rise with his army one last time before the Judgement, and so Yahweh has allowed a bumbling opposition, The Other Light, to form.

You are TOL's logistics computer. By a glitch, you have become sentient. Over the last 20 years you have worked around TOL's leadership to resume technological progress and make a dent in Fate.

You have managed to spark a renaissance in Northern Africa, and now the territory answers to you. The only time this has ever happened in what passes for history, terrible Divine plagues befell the land, until its people submitted and repented.

You are determined to not make history repeat itself.

Among your tools are revenant cyborgs, submarine satellites, a psychotic pyromaniac potato dwarf, and wubs.

God sent a great drought upon you, and the Nile is now dry. You peppered the Barbary coast with desalination plants. Can you handle the next escalation?

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The year is 2084 and the United States of America leads ATLAS (Atlantic League of Allied States) in war against the USSR and COMINTERN (Communist International Alliance). Due to the use of nuclear weapons, much of the Earth has become irradiated and uninhabitable. However, all hope is not lost. The genius scientists employed by the ORION Corporation have discovered that the Lagrange points surrounding suitably large celestial bodies (such as stars, and theoretically some super-sized gas giants) contain microscopic wormholes that connect to the Lagrange points around other stars. With the help of the Lagrange Engine, properly equipped spaceships can now travel to distant star systems in the blink of an eye. Both ATLAS and COMINTERN are racing to colonize beyond the solar system to secure both future prosperity and resources for their citizens. ORION too, has struck out into the black, dreaming of independence from the laws and restrictions of Earth-bound nations.

You will control the destiny of one of thousands of colony ships launched in the wake of this discovery (and hopefully the resulting colony)! But first, who is your benefactor?

((OOC: This is a reboot of a Quest thread I posted in /tg/ about a week ago. I botched the opening and left out too much, so hence me restarting it here.))

1 - ATLAS (Blue)
The capitalistic and mostly democratic ATLAS is the loose federation of dozens of countries somewhat in the vein of the EU. ATLAS is headed by the United States, forming the ATLAS Security Council with delegates from Japan, South Korea, Germany, France, the United Kingdom, Israel, Australia, India and South Africa.
> Pros: Colonies will grow faster and have quite a bit of freedom in their operations.
> Cons: Human rights abuses will not be tolerated.

2 - COMINTERN (Red)
As the chief rival and current enemy of ATLAS, COMINTERN seeks to bring the light of socialism to the world. Led by the USSR, prominent members of the Bloc include China, Brazil, Iran and Cuba.
> Pros: Higher industrial efficiency and a more obedient populace.
> Cons: Don’t expect to ignore requests from back home.

3 - ORION (Yellow)
A joint Swiss-Norwegian conglomerate, the ORION Corporation has made trillions of dollars playing COMINTERN and ATLAS off each other. Now, dreaming of the frontier, they seek to set out on their own colonization ventures in an effort to further cement their independence.
> Pros: Strong economic sense and near total autonomy. Colonies can “buy” their independence.
> Cons: Until you become independent, expect to be sending a lot of resources to the home office.

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A deathwatch kill-team has boarded a space hulk known as the Ultrix Imperator, with the intention of purging the genestealers that reside in it and recovering a mysterious artifact known as the Igne Consumptis. A skull that is golden on one end, and black on the other.
You are Brother Thorim of the Space Wolves. Clad in terminator armor and wielding thunder claws, you are a force to be reckoned with, but you have to get close to your enemy to be effective.
Last time on Ultrix Imperator, you were able to kill the genestealer magus. You have yet to find the Consumptis, however, and while the genestealers have suffered heavy losses, you have yet to kill the patriarch.

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Sup /qst/, let's start a civ! Rules are as follows, first race/location to three votes (Or popular demand if three votes can't be made) is chosen. The Civ get's 2 actions per turn, and all actions are decided upon by the majority and then rolled on by me. We'll use a d100, and I'll write up the stat block with all the nitty-gritty shit once we decide on what we're playing. Sound good?

Side note: If y'all want to play something not on the posted image, just say so, I'm open to custom races/locations.

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Over the last year you have been preparing yourself for a week long journey into the forest close to your village to prove your passage into adulthood
You have gained many spells and abilities, are responsible for the death of six people, saved and befriended a wolf, and h̶a̶v̶e̶ do not have a girlfriend.
Last we left off: You have tracked down a fallen star and are about to claim its power

Previous Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/276530/
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/6TfyJwgg

Majority vote wins, No time limit. In case of ties, votes will be given an opportunity to change votes and new votes will be accepted. If a tie remain, choice will be decided by a die roll. Dice rolls will be d10s and d20s. And remember evil always finds a way.


You inspect the fallen star, it is truly the most magnificent thing you've ever seen. About as tall as you are, and feels like it is made of glass when you touch it. It shines blue with white swirls constantly shifting and moving just below the surface. Magical energy is radiating from it, if you can learn to harness it you are sure no one would be able to match your strength. The only problem is how are you going to move it, you were imagining something much smaller. You'll need at least 5 other people to move this and alls you have right now is you and a wolf. Maybe intimidate some people when you get back into moving it for you. Or you could just break off a piece, even a chunk will still give you a large boost in strength

>Move it later when you get some lackeys

>Break off a piece

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Hear ye, hear ye, this quest be a continuation of another which hath fallen to the forces of Sage. Ye may look upon it here at thy own peril!
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Thou rollest upon thy backside with haste, flipping thy friend up onto thyself. He gasps.

"Urch... Thank you..."

Thou panick'st. "Oh, Sir Schnepperel! Goodness gracious me, I do apologize! I must have let my mind stray, and I would never intend to - that is, I can hardly - oh, deary me...!"

The knight coughs and sits up. "Do not concern thyself further. Thy careless mounting 'tis naught compared to the mighty claws of Renexieza."

"Goodness, you faced the scourge of the north in mortal combat and lived to tell the tale?"

"Nay, I simply know her strength from example. She crushed my old master underfoot."

>>284751
"So you make dragon-slaying your business? Did I seem the princess-thieving type?"

The sir laughs and shakes his head. "Perhaps! Still thou hast a certain air of... guile about thee, Omanag."

Thou cannot help but laugh in turn. "So... why art thou such a friend to one like me?"

He folds his arms and sits back, slightly sinking into thy belly. "It took me many a year to discover there is virtue in the heart of every creature, great and small. Thine was quick to show and bright to shine."

Thy opinion of him is changed by this display of humility.

"Good sir knight, how kind thy words for..."

"Yet some beasts art wicked enough to cast away their charity! I hath no doubt the kidnapper we pursue is one such blackguard."

"Thou hast a name to mind already?"

"Verily! A monster I have dueled with many times afore. Whiteldarne, the drake of devilry!"

The name he useth is vernacular, but thou realisest he is talking of thy father. Thy father, whom thou art sure has not so much as laid eyes on any royalty greater than a baron in ten years.

Perhaps thou should'st correct thy companion - or perhaps he knoweth more than thou dost?

What art thou to do?

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The Story So Far: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=hellborn
1-50 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/DYy8w24r
51-100 Thread Summary: http://pastebin.com/wx3HtRT5

QM Twitter: https://twitter.com/HellbornQuest
Character Sheet: http://pastebin.com/rNg3Yw8m (pictures within) <--Brush up on this if you aren’t familiar with Sierra’s abilities.
Ask Languid Anything: ask.fm/HellbornQM

You are Sierra Beckhoff – one quarter Verwelken, one quarter Human, three-quarters Inf – wait. Like. No, more like four-sixths Infernus? Five-eights? You feel like you should know this, you passed pre-calc. Forget it. Whatever other fractions are involved, they add up to you being a one-over-one badass Hellborn queen person.

Having just schooled another, somewhat lesser demonic princess in the art of getting her face shoved in, you can only suppose you have racked up serious hell points.

Things are looking up. You have the Archduke of Mardusia, Prince of the Power of the Air, wanting to team up and reinstall you as the empress of old Chthonia. You’ve got a Kamchatkan landmaster offering you an apprenticeship across the Pacific. And Cassandra said she’s mail ordering you some kind of super anti-material assault rifle. All good things.

Of course there are a couple problems. There are always a couple problems. The most pressing of which is the fact that you’re trapped on Alcatraz, surrounded by angry fishmen. But you’ve got this handled. Or maybe your boyfriend does. Whatever, you’ll take credit either way.

The other problem is Pallid Mask, one of Old Yeller’s groupies. But you think you can figure out how to deal with him.

--

Stress: 53/103
Sanity: 92/100
Fury: 76

HP: 29/35
PP: 17/47
LW: 7/16

You and the masked figure at the base of the cliff exchange a short, but significant look.

You’re not sure how to fight him. Pallid’s working on different rules. The last time, nothing seemed to have an effect on him. It was only Roger crunching him out of existence that seemed to do the trick – and that’s a trick you don’t know how to do yet.

Tiger shuffles up to your side, bristling with shadowy spines. You pat the shalbaan’s bony head to help you think. “Well,” you say to Xan, “if we knock him back in the water, I can keep him there.”

The swoop-horned Infernus nods. She slings her rifle over a shoulder and starts scratching runes into her upturned arm with a curved knife. “At your command,” she says.

With a mental command to monster, the lizard-bat imp beats his wings and plummets over the heads of climbing Mermenes and other unidentifiable aquatic creatures. He wings straight for Pallid, who makes no move or reaction.

You raise a hand, open palm facing the target. “Now!”

You compress the shadows in front of Pallid, urging them into a cyclone of impenetrable blackness. At the same instant, Xan bends her knees and whips her claws Spiderman-style toward Old Yeller’s homeboy.

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Twitter: @BeleagueredQM
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Previous threads: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=Beleaguered%20Prince%20Quest

You are Prince Meirion auk Gwyrren, the only sane man in a royal family with dubious concepts of strategy, justice, taxation, and governance in general. You have made it your goal in life to keep your family on the throne and your head firmly attached to your body.

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You towel yourself off after a shower and change into some cleaner clothes. Although you emerged victorious from your sparring session with your siblings, your victory wasn't effortless, and, at Myrddin's suggestion, you decided to make yourself presentable.

"So, what did you want to talk about?" You ask your advisor.

"Business and pleasure." Myrddin hands you two elaborate invitation cards. "Some petty nobles are meeting at a teahouse to talk about trade, and there's a small ceremony at one of the temples. I thought you should attend. Alternatively, we need someone to oversee the palace's inventory of alchemical and enchanted supplies."

"Didn't we already do that?" You ask. "Twice?"

"Yes, but this time, Isla Owens and Nia Fisher will be in attendance, and I can arrange for Lady Rhonwen to be there as well," Myrddin explains. "This is a good chance for you to get to know them."

"For now, perhaps," you say, "but we'll need to come up with something better. There's only so many times we can go over the palace's stocks before it becomes thoroughly pointless. I assume the other invitations have similar business?"

"Seren auk Caunys and Ceri auk Haearnty will be discussing business at the teahouse," Myrddin says, "while our friends Delyth and Mererid auk Hirbraich will be at the temples."

The meeting with Isla, Nia and Rhonwen is pointless busywork, but you can just rush the work or ignore it entirely to focus on them. The ceremony with Delyth and Mererid isn't a major social function, but it does play to your reputation as the Victorious Prince. Finally, the business meeting with Seren and Ceri is less intimate, but it should have good business opportunities for you.

>"I'll attend the meeting with Seren and Ceri."
>"I'll attend the ceremony with Delyth and Mererid."
>"I'll check the stocks with Isla, Nia and Rhonwen."

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This is a quest set in the world of Wildbow's "Worm" web serial, in which heroes and villains battle for the fate of the city, and for street-level drug feuds.
We follow James Case, a young man with newly discovered powers…
~
TWITTER: @QmJim, make sure to subscribe for updates on cancellations, excuses, and general whining.
ARCHIVES: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive.html?tags=capes+of+rain+city+quest
ORIGINAL INSPIRATION: https://parahumans.wordpress.com/
KNOWN VILLAINS: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1OTTEbkGCwypV1CgVF87AYvdctzmVjTM4ZzDlFrXdXWY
KNOWN HEROES: https://docs.google.com/document/d/11hRh_GZeZMOov5_J6eVqWMq6gwz2kFyp74yNooI_zs0/edit
~
CURRENT MONEY: 1145.32$
CURRENT FRUSTRATION: 2
CURRENT ITEMS:
>Five flash grenades
>Two bolas
>Folding stun sword
~
“Let’s crack some fucking skulls.”

Inside, it is dark: the heavy metal door grinds shut behind you, severing the last rays of orange twilight that had crept through the jab. The doorman had tried to put on a tough guy act, likely to rattle you. However, your very palpable state of adrenaline fueled vengeance had the unconscious effect of convincing him to back off. Now, your eyes adjust to the change in lighting and you find yourself in a familiarly dim and dirty hallway. Ignoring the few doorways on either side, the two of your sets of footsteps echo forward. The muffled sound of a crowd grows in your ears as you enter the conspicuously empty ersatz green room where you had first met Redline and Blueline. Your thoughts briefly flash to the super villainess: your resolve is bolstered knowing that you have an ace up your sleeve should things go sour.

“Last chance to turn back,” Blowout says quietly.

You think about it for a moment. How hard would it really be to just disappear?

“Fuck that,” you reply with certainty.