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>>227203
The map looks a bit low resolution. Can't read the rules and names of countries.

>>227228
Yeah, i just realized that. I'm think i know where i can find a better version though

Rolled 184 (1d10000)

>Ethiopia
>the fuck is a tripcode

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“What's got you down, Ryoji?”

You tilt your head back, looking up at the ceiling of the dorm's lounge area, as you sit on the couch. It's early morning, and you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Nariko is the first to rise out of bed, her cat crying to be fed, as she notices you moping about.

You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing major. Just... girl troubles.”

“Which girl?” Nariko asks. “I won't lie, I haven't been paying much attention, and you've been juggling a lot of girls.”

“Saki,” you answer. “I kissed her yesterday.”

“Congratulations!” Nariko smiles, as she opens a can of cat food and pours it onto a dish. “Wait... you said that in a sad tone... this isn't a congratulating moment, is it?”

You rise to your feet and make your way to the refrigerator. You open it up and pull out everything you need to make a sandwich. “It wasn't that bad...” you mutter. “She pushed me away, told me she needed to think about it.”

“That sounds bad,” Nariko replies, staring as her little kitty Daisuke gobbles up his meal with determination.

“Yeah... but then she kissed me before leaving.”

Nariko nods. “That's reassuring! I think Saki's just a little confused right now. You should give her time.”

“That's the plan,” you reply. “Not much else I can do right now. I just hope things aren't going to be weird between me and her.”

Speak of the devil, Saki wanders into the lounge, yawning. She catches a glimpse of you, blushes, then slowly returns to her dorm.

You sigh. “Wishful thinking...”

Nariko picks up her cat, who is already licking it's plate clean. That little creature works fast. “Of course it will be weird for a while. It'll work itself out with time, though! And if you need someone to smooch in the meantime, I think Daisuke's up for it!”

She laughs as she playfully hold Daisuke up close to you. “Ah, that cat just ate! It's breath stinks!” you exclaim, placing your hands up to create distance between you and the beast.

Nariko chuckles. “Your loss. This kitty's a real charmer... but if you want to take your mind of your worries, why don't you go to Nanami's party tonight?”

“Nanami's throwing a party tonight?” you ask.

“Yeah! She said she was going to throw a party here tonight!” Nariko explains. “Are you coming?”

>Nanami would never forgive me if I didn't, so yeah.
>No thanks. I'm really not in a partying mood.
>A party thrown by Nanami? Nobody's going to go to that.

>>225519
>Nanami would never forgive me if I didn't, so yeah.

>>225519
>>Nanami would never forgive me if I didn't, so yeah.
>Better make sure Ken knows, I bet she'll want him there too.

>>216282
Punch self in face

Punch self in face

Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>216282
punch self in face

>>226298
>Derrick could probably destroy the engine

>>226298
>>Derrick could probably destroy the engine
Play him up; we can help him impress Madelaine.

>writing

>>224353
Wave at them.

>>224355
The strange creatures jump back in fear, but soon realize you're not trying to hurt them

>>224359
Kneel down and attempt to converse with them.

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CAFE PACIFICA
July 8 2019, 6PM

By all means Cafe Pacifica is indeed a rather strange bar. Servicing a clientele with a need for a shot at twelve, the trendy little bar sees little customers throughout the week. It opens at 9AM and closes at 5:30PM, hardly the time when any bars would be busy. Well-stocked and clean, it held a certain nostalgic charm with it's antique jukebox, laminated mahogany bar table and hard wood floors. Crystalline chandeliers hung above and illuminated the empty bar. Closing the door slowly behind you, taking in the view you walk towards the bar just as an elderly man wipes down a few glasses. "I'm sorry to say, but we're closing now." He politely informed you, but from a glance you made it clear you weren't there for a drink. Having seen this, with a smile the bartender reaches into the table and pulls out a gramaphone disc record. "Dimitriy sent for you, right? Excellent. The Phonograph's at the back. Remember. Regret Forgetting." He informed you as he laid the record on the table. Hit that Jive, Jack. Now that's a classic. Heck, you'd be surprised if this was the first time this has been listened to. The packaging crisp, the plastic sealed the product.

Past the bathroom, past the janitor's closet you come to the door of the Meeting room. The nameplate missing the O's and the E of the word, you open the door and walk into a small parlor. The room was small and dimly lit. There was a bar lounge table. Flanked by two metallic drawers that were out of place with the decor, they faced the phonograph set to the wall with peeling paint. The fluorescent light flickering occasionally, you talk to the phonograph after you tear it out of the packaging. Putting the disc sleeve aside, you notice a strange engraving on the machine. It wrote:

"forgetting ʇǝɹƃǝɹ"

With this reminder, you take the disc and set it upon the phonograph. With the needle set to the record, you listen to the song. There wasn't anything special about it all, really; the song promised on the record played. Then, it struck you: you take the disc after lifting the needle and place it upside down. When the phonograph began to play it made a slightly loud screech, but sound could be heard coming from it. "So you're the newbie, eh? Well, good to hear. We at The Menace could always use more...talented kids like you. Tell you what. I know Dimitriy vouched for you, but I think we should meet. Who am I? I'll let you find out later on. But let's move onto business, shall we? Tonight at 9PM, Pier 3. Make sure you're not being followed. Oh, one more thing, check the locker to the right. I have a surprise for you there." The phonograph once more devolved into abrupt static before the phonograph ceased playing.

And here starts your legacy as a Thief in Gran Dicastes city.

That stated, what do you find?
> A small Brass key
> A golden cane
> A strange, sepia photograph
[x] Genuflect

>>218684
let's go with the cane.

>>218684

Photograph because magical pictures are a great way to start your first stand fight.

>move towards the square

>>217528

[If my IP changed, worry not. It’s still me, I just have internet issues].

You sigh, disheartened. You get up and head towards the square. One direction is as good as the other, after all.
Besides, moving towards the crowd increases your chances you will learn something more about your whereabouts.
As you move closer, faces and figures become more easily recognizable.

The people gathered there are indeed students. If they are, the school or university they attend can’t be too far.
Most of them are just exchanging small talk, while others express their concerns over upcoming exams.
‘I sure miss those days’, you bitterly think.

“HEY, YOU!”
A pair of girls calls out to you loudly. “Are you a new student? Are you in a club already? Do you want to join the Tea Club? We are looking for new members, guys especially!”
The flurry of questions leaves you dumbstruck.
Nevertheless, you ought to respond

>No
>Get lost
>Write-in

>>217642
>Well first you have to give me your credentials before I'll consider your request to join? What is the difference between white and green teas? Also are rooibos teas made from camelia sinensis?

>>225008
masturbate whit morning erection

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You get out of your sleeping bag and stretch.

You remember you lack genitalia.

start swimming

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oh shit waddup!

Name it "Re:Neolithic Pokemon Quest" instead of taking the original name.

>Boy

>>224166
>Name it "Re:Neolithic Pokemon Quest" instead of taking the original name.
There are going to be FAR bigger problems than the name here, bucko. Duly noted either way.

Rolled 2 (1d3)

>>220699

>>220704
fuck yea teutons

Rolled 3 (1d3)

>>220699

>>218568
>Or try to open it

>>218568
Fuck it, smash the window like the fucking man we are.
>Everything is legal when cops aren't around.

>>218568
knock on the window
If that fails then
>There is another story above you, maybe you could find a way in through the attic.

Also, a chat channel related to the game, usually OOC.

https://cytu@be/r/godgames

>replace @ with .

>>215782
Also an archive, if you care to go back and read about past ages and such

http://pastebin.com/5wSXn3K5

Rolled 17 (1d53)

I sort of forgot what the fuck has happened.

Are my centaurs still doing fine?

>I create a massive field of marijuana

You think over your answer, keeping your cheek pressed up against him.

What do you want?

Too much, too much that you just don't understand.

"I don't know..." You finally speak, your voice just loud enough for him to hear. "There's a lot of things I wanna say but I don't know if any of them are the right words..."

"Maybe I'm not old enough or smart enough or...or maybe I just really don't know what exactly I want..."

Your hands move back to hold on to his shoulders instead, ignoring the fact you still want to hug him.

"I...I think I want stuff like...like affection a-and happiness but...but I doubt I could find someone to give that to me..." You chew on your bottom lip, thinking about what you want to be saying.

"I know that people who are together um...they do that...but...I don't know if I'll be ready to ever do that...m-maybe I will be...I...I want to believe it could be nice and...and I especially want to make the person I like happy...but the thought of it still scares me..."

You take deep breaths before continuing.

"You don't scare me though...I don't think you would ever make me do something like that...you make feel safer and like...like I won't just get thrown away..." Your hands move down to his bare back, allowing him the chance to run if he needs it.

"And even though you got excited because of me that one night, you felt so bad about it even though you didn't try to do anything...that uh..that must mean you do think I'm cute though...right?" There's a half smile when you add that last part in.

"And maybe it's not the same kind of feeling as I think it is now...maybe it'll turn out to be something else in the future but I want to be close to you...and...and I want..."

You remove yourself from him, keeping your timid hands to your lap.

"I just want you, Lawrence." You make sure your voice is steady when you say this, making sure he understands every word. If you had to say this earlier in the day you probably would have stumbled on each word before rushing out of the room, but right now you feel calm, even if there is that burning redness in your cheeks.

This is a lot for him to handle...it's a lot for you to handle...

You don't say another word as you lay back down, facing away from him to give him what little privacy you can. You can't fall asleep yet of course, and when he gets up you fear he's running away. Instead the lights click off and he enters the bed again, sliding under the covers. There's still that bit of distance between you, his body balancing on the edge and his back facing you in attempt to keep off any contact. You turn to your other side, looking at his back once again.
[1/?]

>>215375
"I hope it's not weird or dumb but...but I want you to know that e-even though I don't want s-...s-sex..." Your hands clasp around the ring, your heart steadily beating faster.

"I'm...I'm pretty sure that..."

There's that hesitation in your voice but you choke it down.

"...I love you."

It's almost frightening how quick Lawrence moves when you say this. You're so sure he's running from you that it's a shock when you feel him arms wrap around you instead, pulling you into his warm chest. There's an arm around your side and his other hand at the back of your head, pulling you in almost too tightly.

It's too comforting and warm to even consider pushing him away and you respond only by embracing him back the best you can.

Even if there's a big part of you enjoying this there's the more sensible side telling you that this isn't an okay thing to do. For tonight you shut that part out and allow yourself to enjoy this.

You'll worry about the shame in the morning.

...

When you wake up, you're still in the same spot as before, though Lawrence's grip is much more relaxed now. There's the sound of snoring above your head, and when you listen past it there's the slight sound of someone moving in the living room. If you had to guess, it's probably sometime early morning.

You untangle yourself from Lawrence and step over him and exit the bed. Looking down at the shirt you're thankful he didn't wake up first as you readjust yourself to look as decent as you can. It's not doing a good job though and you don't really want to put the dress back on yet...

Lawrence's button-up is still huge, but it covers you up much more then the undershirt down. You still wish you had pants on though...

Careful to not wake him, you exit the room to see Faraway sitting at his kitchen counter, coffee and newspaper in hand.

"Um...good morning..."

"Hm? Oh yes, good morning Delilah." He sets down the paper but you can see he's taken aback by your attire.

"Where are your pants?"

"I didn't bring a change of clothes so Lawrence had to loan me his shirt...s-sorry it's just that dress is heavy and hard to move in-"

"Ah no no, I see. My sister has left behind clothes before, if you go to the closet in the guestroom there should be a box. They might be a bit tall on you, but it will be much easier for you."

"Oh, oh thank you!" As you say this you notice the only photograph in the whole place, over by the stove. It looks like a younger Faraway in a tuxedo, standing with a lady in a wedding dress.

"Also, I suggest you get your friend up too. I'll see about getting some breakfast made, though I must warn you that my cooking skills are not nearly as good as my mixer ones."

"Alright, sure."

Mixer?

You dart back into the guest room, going first to the closet to find the box he was speaking about. From the way she was dressed you're expecting nice clothes...not the faded band shirts and ripped jeans you pull out. You're not judging but it is quite the surprise...
[2/3]

>>215379
Slipping the pants on, you remove both of Lawrence's shirt and replace them with the black tee. Nothing fits you right and you're constantly pulling the pants up. It's better then dragging the dress around-....dammit...you still have to wear the heels when you leave...

You'll worry about that when it's time. Right now, you need to wake up Lawrence. He's sprawled out on the bed now, easily taken up most of it.

"Psst, time to get up."

Just snoring.

You shake his shoulder but he just turns away from you. Eh...are you waking up a man or a child...

You crawl up above him and give his entire body a good hard shake.

"W-A-K-E-U-P!"

This manages to make Lawrence open his eyes, turning over to look at you. He raises a hand up to your face, ever so gently brushing the bang from your face and behind your ear. You feel goosebumps rise as he does this and a small grin spreads on his face...

You storm out of the room a few seconds later, a bright red and painful spot on your forehead.

"What's wrong dear?"

"Stupid jerk flicked me just cause I was nice enough to wake him up..."

"...eh?"

You take a seat up at the counter, a glass of orange juice waiting. When Lawrence finally joins you give him the cold shoulder in retaliation.

What would you like to talk to Faraway about?

>>217595
Miellewds-guy here.
What happened yesterday?

>>217595
And if we're marrying Miel, is it assumed that we'll also be marrying Miel II?
She got a chance to speak with her younger sisters during the Miel World Tour, right?

Speaking of which, how did the pacification campaigns in the jungles of Heven and Lapsiona go?

And is Alonso going to evolve into a Sundered?

>>217610
>What happened yesterday?

"Please arrive at 8am for the doctor"
"...okay"

*arrives at 7:45*
*Theres already 20 ppl in line*

"Miss nurse? I just need the doctor to sign up this recipe that just expired. It will take like 30 seconds, top"
"You have to wait, sir."
"But, seriously, just like 30 seconds..."
"You.have.to.wait.or.im.calling.security"

Thus i had to wait

>>221636
Germany claim

>>221636
USA

>>221642
>>221643
Welcome! Dont forget your trip code!