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>>164154
You sit down right then and there in the storeroom and unpack your gear, taking advantage of this opportunity to brew immediately. Orange just blinks before settling down with a shrug.
"Do you need my help?"

"I'm out of venom and I might need some so yeah."

"I'm not actually doing anything else right now for once so sure."

You start brewing Heal-Alls while Orange watches. After a few minutes your concentration wanes and you settle back into autopilot.
"What does your venom even do?"

"This stuff? Not a lot."
Orange opens his mouth to reveal a black fluid weeping from his teeth. It's somewhat more viscous than venom usually is, more an ooze than a fluid.
"It's lethal but not in liquid form, it has to be gaseous because it only works by going up through the mouth and nose and into the brain."
He stops to think.
"I guess if I bit someone in the head it'd still work.But otherwise it just makes you feel a little wonky and nothing else."

"Oh. Sorry about that."

"It's fine. It's actually really good for my job!"
Orange holds up his quill to his mouth for a moment and withdraws it covered in thick black venom.
"Did you really think I've been using ink this whole time? That's too much of a hassle."

"Gross."

As you finish up brewing you notice that Orange is scrawling something down on his parchment. You’re a little curious but he seems to be intentionally angling it away from you so you can’t scan it from over his shoulder.
You decide you’re not going to ask but there is another question that pops into your head.
“You know Orange, wouldn’t it be dangerous if any of your papers got burnt?”

“I never thought of that! I don’t think so though, venom goes inert eventually.”

“Does it?”

“I think so! We should test it out someday.”

“Maybe when Quedesh isn’t trying to knock our fucking door down.”
You’re feeling much better now and the weight of potions in your pack is a comforting one. What now?

>You should really find Aqua and heal her soon.

>It's time to wake Hiss up. You have a lot to talk about.

>Find Zigzag. The idea of her wandering about in a warzone unsupervised is vaguely worrying.

>Keep talking with Orange.

>Find Aashenpreet. She and Zukhdeep are probably still where you last saw them.

>Other

>>164169
>You should really find Aqua and heal her soon.
Whatup Ouro?

>You should really find Aqua and heal her soon.

Dvorak Thunderbutt

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>>161260
Your name is Dvorak Thunderbutt, and you're just getting back from the castle. You sold the royal army 100 +1 shortswords for a good amount of cash. You're practically rolling in dosh.

>>161172
Charlotte Bronsonhearth

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>>173522
“Nettie,” you say into your comms, bringing up the video feed from your drones again. “Status on the reds? What’s our best option?”

It takes you a moment of silent response to realize that you’re asking a thirteen-year-old girl for battlefield tactical advice.

“Uhm, they’re about... three hundred metres from your building,” she explains. You imagine she’s practically pressing her face up on the screens. “There was also some movement in a side-street to the south of you, but that’s on the way back to the base.”

“South? What did it look like? What kind of movement?” you ask, giving a light shove to Sya’ra who suddenly pressed herself against your side, looking at your video feeds curiously.

“Dunno, it was too dark. Something… lion sized?” Images of the horrendous crowns charging at you underground flash in your mind. “No more movement there right now, though.”

“Damn.” You look to Faulka, who was examining the glowing blue disc in her hands. “What do you suggest, Faulka?”

After shoving the artifact into a sack and then putting it in her bag, she looks up to you. “It’s either we head south, go underground, take a detour, or make a stand against the Fire Legion.”

>Head south, you have no time to lose. You’ve dealt with mutants and robots before.
>Go underground, maybe it’s been cleared out by now with the Fire Legion so close.
>Take a detour around the movement that was detected south. It may take more time, but at least you’ll be safe.
>Make a stand, these guys can’t be that tough.

>>173528
Current Loadouts:

>You
Armour: Infantry
Weapons: The Ivan (rifle, kinetic), .362 Deputy (revolver, kinetic)
Grenades: 1 Frag, 1 Flash-bang, 2 EMP

>Name: Ley'ra Laur
Armour: Erinyes
Weapons: EVI AR (rifle, kinetic), FD17 Daybreak (pistol, kinetic), Hail-92 (light machine gun, kinetic), Combat Knife
Grenades: 3 Frags, 2 Flash-bang, 1 Hi-ex
Inventory: Infantry Armour

>Name: Sya'ra Degala
Armour: Infantry
Weapons: H23 (rifle, kinetic), Bandit-12 (revolver, kinetic), Explody Thing (rocket launcher, explosive), Combat Knife
Grenades: 1 Frag, 2 Hi-ex, 2 Breacher

>Name: Faulka LaCroix
Armour: Wastelander
Weapons: Burial M55 (scoped rifle, kinetic), Sabre 6 (pistol, plasma)
Grenades: 2 Frags, 2 Plasma Stickies, 1 Flash-bang

Also, thread 20 archive link:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/173522/

>>172235
Name: Lewis
Class: Mechanic
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: USA
Personality: Big nationalist, not good with others, bit paranoid, pretty smart, tight temper
Minor Backstory: Worked in Antarctica for a few years, manning a small base nearly alone. Then worked on the space station for a few years. Chosen for this because he has experience with little social interaction.

>>172235
Name: Zhenya (Bobby) Samandrov
Class: Operator
Gender: Male
Country of Origin: Ukraine
Personality: Stubborn, mission-oriented, calm, wary.
Minor Backstory: As a child grew up fishing and swimming in Black Sea and eventually started deep sea diving. Worked maintaining underwater pipelines and deep sea oil rigs off the coast of Africa and Australia. Chosen for his experience in deep sea underwater environments.

>>172235
Name: Lewis
Class: soldier
Gender: male
Country of orgin: USA
Personality: easy going, takes charge in bad situations, social
Minor backstory: Served in the U.S military for 5 years before being picked up by special force's for another 3. He was chosen for this because of his skill for under water operations.

You remove your hat and scarf.

"It's me...m-mom." The formality you're using feels strange.

She doesn't say anything and you take the seat again.'

"..." You wait to see if she will say anything. Her eyes are still starring at where you were.

"Mom..."

"..."

You reach up and shake her shoulder. There's a pause, and she finally looks over at you.

"Oh...Don..." Her hand reaches out to you, her voice hazy.

Your father's name.

"I'm so scared...to be a mother. I really am."

"I'm not Don."

"You're...that's right. Delilah. You're Delilah."

"I am. Can you tell me about...the apartment."
"Apartment...the...the new one. Right. What...what about it?"

"When...when exactly did you start with those pills?"

"The pills...in your food...it was...the third day. After the movers left."

"And you kept putting them in all my meals?"

"Yeah...yes, I did. Had to keep you asleep as long as possible."

You don't want to push her too far.
"Do you remember the name, James Bower?"
"Bower...Bower was...a friend...a friend of Don's."

"D-Dad's friend?"

"Yes."

"What...what was he supposed to be doing at the apartment?"

"Fixing you."

"What does that mean?"

"I...I don't remember...you were...what were you..."

Your mother begins to freak out again and you back off of your questions for a moment.

Is there anything else you would like to ask her?

>>160857
Why does she hate us?

>>160780
The fact that I enjoy something doe not exclude it from being bad. I've liked a lot of campy, stupid things before. Reasonably assessing the quality of the updates thus far, there's been a lot of shaky moments that fell flat. Lawrence's "revelation" was handled miserably. Every time we've been on a bus we've conveniently thought to ourselves so she doesn't have to describe the world going on outside us. And hell, the pregnancy reveal was a joke.

None of the characters have particularly challenged Delilah either. Despite the morally reprehensible things that she's done the only criticism she ever gets is largely internal. I mean for fuck's sake she smashed somebody's face in, then we went to the hotel and Lawrence was all fucking better despite just witnessing a 13-year old fucking bat into somebody's face remorselessly. Not just to defend him, no, to make him fucking suffer. No, he's only really embarrassed about the boner he got from her sensual licking. That's what fucking matters. That's the big hang up.

It's bad, anon.

>>160849
A lot of this is accurate. The choices we've been given aren't necessarily hard either, or are just character fluff. We need rough choices, and these are usually formed by scarcity and zero-sum games which don't happen nearly as often as they should.

I mean, case in point the choice where we needed to beat up somebody at Good Hope was obvious. Even if he was innocent, Roger was a person could sacrifice to preserve the primary cast.

>>173199
>Éire
>Green
>Ireland

>>173199
First American Empire
Blue
Germany

>>173199
>Lenin's Republics
>Red
>Ukraine

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before we start, choose a primary and secondary weapon(s) for the Vessel. More weapons/shields will make rolling/dodging difficult.

Another update.

>>163053
>Primary
Red Scale Katana
>Secondary
Old bone greatbow

>>163076
hello anon.

we have no great arrows for the Greatbow.

Oh yeah forgot to mention.

*rolls die*

Anoncharacter is male.

Rolled 80 (1d100)

>>168536
Human because why not?

>>168536
What options do we have besides human?

>>164094
Are there any guns

>>164504
Forgot how to roll for a sec.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>164528
Fuck

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Parker's clawed hands reach out from his sides as if he wishes he could go full Samson and pull the entire classified intel building down on Kongou's head; the only reply that can truly answer her blasphemy. “Ghaaaaddddammitshutup.”

“YOU CAN'T SHUT ME UP!” Kongou declares, looking a bit huffy. “TRUTH IS ETERNAL!”

“Truth,” Parker growls, “is for me to-”

“NO!”

“WHAT!?” he growls, the caffeine in his system causing his pulse to bounce so hard it lifts him off his heels and curls his fists.

“YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TROOOF! she cries as you shove Willie towards her. The little destroyer flies across the tile at high speed, emitting a high-pithced little wail that merges with the rapid ekiekiekiekiekiekieki from her feet before she cannonballs into Kongou. The slender woman steps back with the impact, bracing with the ball of her foot. Before she can recover, you and Parker have absconded into the bathroom. Shooting the bolt, you both put your backs to the door and brace a foot against the nearby commode. The heavy steel door jumps once with a powerful impact - and then you hear a faint “dessu,” followed by an audible Kongou Pout.

“... so,” Parker says with a sigh.

“Yeah.”

“So.” Parker rejoins.

“Yeah.”

“Yep.”

“Spit it out before I ram that fucking plunger down your-”

“You really want to fucking talk to me like that in a locked room with no witnesses-”

“Try it you fucking skinny desk jokey-”

“Look who's fucking TALKING!” Parker snarls, shoving you hard - and bumping himself up against the opposite wall even as you stumble into the hand dryer. He sizes you up again and apparently adds a bit better this time - but the wild look in his eyes simply simmers down to a jumpy kind of fire.

[ ] ... you're scared. Of how I'm going to react to this. Me, and others.
[ ] You're scared. Because of what it means - inherently. Intrinsically. The implications are vast.
[ ] You're strained. You've kept this bottled up for a long while with no way to know who to tell.

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>>163984
>[ ] You're scared. Because of what it means - inherently. Intrinsically. The implications are vast.
THE WARP IS OVERTAKING US
IT IS A GOOD PAIN

>>163984
>[ ] You're strained. You've kept this bottled up for a long while with no way to know who to tell.

>>162683
the nigger did it, no need to interrogate at all

>>162683
>Dirk
Offer fried chicken and grape juice for information.

Trent.

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>>163819
>you press the End button
>the game closes and brings you back to the page you've had open
What do you do now?

>>163932
Start the game up again and change your name from Grimbo to Bogrim

AW YEAH NIGGA MY BIDY IS READY

>>169728
shh it hasnt even started yet

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>>169688
>10.5
>[GREAT SUCCESS]


“Corporal Adam! We have to leave… mercenaries in the employ of the Necromancer have somehow seized the Palace.” The Saint, Captain Elia von Harti, seems a little… confused, her eyes unfocused.

Moments ago the Neumunster warrior burst into the decrepit chapel and saved your hide from a body-snatching daemon. A very impressive display all things being equal, but you can tell it too a lot out of her. With your uniform largely consisting of bloody rags and bandages [1/15 HP] right now, she hasn't realised that you two are not on the same side.

She does seem to recognise the uniforms and gear of your fellow squaddies pouring into the chapel though as the belonging to the same group that attacked her at the main gate. The Heigelen Captain valiantly plants her feet between you and this new threat, ready to defend her wounded ally.

“We need to save who we can- we…”

This has gone on long enough.

“Easy now, Captain. No point in dragging this on. Siege is over, fight's done. Let’s try to avoid anymore unnecessary bloodshed.”

She throws a confused look at you over her shoulder. Despite the fact that she is still reeling from some sort of concussion, you can see the beginnings of realization start to dawn on her.

"But... Corporal? You said..."

"Aye, I did. I told you I was a mercenary, didn't say it was your lot that paid me."

The rest of the squad has spaced themselves around the room, surrounding Captain Elia. At your single they hold back, refraining from attack.

"But... what about the children? Was that a lie?"

Uh-oh.

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> Tell the truth. [Courage]
> Tell some of the truth. [Experience]
> Tell most of the truth. [Elite]
> Lie your face off. [Clever]

Write in preffered for how you plan to word it.

>>160553
I bet that is a banana and I question my chivalry a bit.

>>160553
Ask why she put a bananna in her dress

>>160615
>>160582
so I guess the banana joke is running around, the past few weeks I couldn't come because I was too busy.

>>168230
>>an unused maintinance closet in a long abandoned portion of the largest space station ever concieved by man. It is over 4x the size of earth and spread for untold thousands of miles across space. (Only humans. Different countries and even hobo cities in this huge and sprawling man made world floating in space.)

>>168230
A small cave carved out.

>a small cave carved out by the asteroid in the middle of a dense forrest. (Fantasy world, elves, orcs, and the like. Other Monsters prevalent.)