Fuk u

>>266815
Ok

How do we make bored less gay

I don't rightly give enough of a shit about some homophobic NEET asshole click-clacking behind a keyboard to make himself feel better.

>>266815
OP, we're going to need more then that if you're trying to stat a quest.

HOOD QUEST (the rest of you guys QM, I have things to do)

Which member of the squad are you? (roll 1d4)

>Green Steezy (Green Hat) – Fast guy, likes pizza

>Blanka (Guy at the back) – Melee specialist, has a katana

>Chromehound (guy with shades) – Marksman, his raps are on fire

>Jutsu (guy on the right) - Stealth expert, can cook friend chicken

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>267510
Watch as this becomes the most famous quest on the board.

Rolled 3 (1d4)

>>267510
ayyyo.

Alright guys, I'm going to average the rolls for our character. Let's get this party started. Someone's gotta take over after me though, because I don't feel like doing this. Also, I'm a horrible writer.
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You are
>Blanka
You're riding around with your buddies in the hood. Heads turn towards your brand new black SUV. Sun shines down hotly. A few little runts on the side of the street heft rocks. You draw your katana and grin at them, egging them on, they back off.

"Yo Chromehound, put on some beats!"

Your resident rapper begins his mad rap. That there is the culmination of years of tuning up his beats. Aww yes, this was how you rolled.

Jutsu stops the car. Here ya were, your home base right in front of you- a run down apartment. Well shit, you're pretty sure there wasn't supposed to be a hole where your door was. Green Steezy runs up to the hole, fast as lightning. Chromehound starts swearing, stopping the rap. Seems someone broke into your little property here. Hope they didn't take your fancy katana, imported from Japan, made of the finest Nippon steel.

A noise clangs from inside.

Looks like that someone was still here.

>What do you do?

>>267622
Get in there and cut that mofugga up. Bitches best learn not to rob your crew.

Rolled 3 (1d10)

BURN THAT SHIT DOWN

>>267622
Ride with my niggas die with my niggas, lets go fuck up that lil mark ass bitch

>>267622
remembering your time on the inside u go in dere and hav ya homies hold 'im down while you cut a hole by 'is kidney and death rape du moffucka

Well, that was about two more people than I expected. Shoot, I'm almost contractually obligated to do this shit now. I'll do one more post, then someone else best take over.
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What did this little mofo think he was doing, stridin' on your turf? Time to show this little bitch what happened when you messed with the crew.

Green Steezy runs on back. The crew huddles up. Ya'll come to the agreement that you were all gonna ride togetha, die togetha, and shank any little bitch that thought he could mess with you. You unsheathe your katana. Ya'll stride into the apartment together. Green Steezy cracks his knuckles.

You survey the living room. Chromehound curses up a storm. Your couch is all torn up. That little old TV you bought off a garage sale years ago is smashed in. That thing had served ya'll for 3 years. Your fancy little table thing was broken. Looked like this little kid was gonna get himself more than just a beating.

Ya hear thumps upstairs, Fast Steezy is on the case. He whizzes out and up there faster than you could even say 'that mofo'. The rest of the crew marches on upstairs.

Well, shit. Some nigga's holding Fast Steezy up by the throat. Five others stand around him. Now hold on just a sec, was that lil bitch holding your fancy katana, made of the finest Nippon steel, folded over a thousand and one times? Dude grins at you.

Guy closest to you spits on your carpet. "This place is property of Ol' Joe now. You best run." They throw Fast Steezy on the ground. Guy in the back holds up a gun. "Go on, get. You don't want anything to happen, do ya?"

>What do you do?

>>267885
You just KNOW Chromehound is packin', y'all better light them niggas up. Start slashin', but leave one alive to tell you 'bout this Joe mothafucka

Alright, I'm going to bed. I may or may not continue this quest in the morning.

>>267885
Ay yo what? These bitch-ass nigga's think gone out and got Ol' Chromehound shook? Fuck that shit bruh. You pull out your nine and those bustas start panickin'.

You thumb off the safety and point your burna sideways for extra thug power. By this point, you see a couple of them try to pull out their own gats from the relative safety of their saggy jeans. Fast Steezy runs on up on the busta closest tho, an' he pulls out a shank and starts gutting the nigga like a fish. The shock from watchin one of their homies gettin bodied gives you enough time to line up your gat and you take aim.

"Run from dis' yo!"

BLAT BLAT

You cap one in both knees and immediately switch targets to the nigga closest to opening up on you.

BLAT BLAT BLAT

The next fuckboy goes down hard as you drop three in his chest, the last shot venturing near his spinal cord.

Two bustas left.

Your third target rushes you with a knife, and you drop your glock and pull out your katana. He attempts to close the distance but is bisected by your masterful sheathe-to-flesh swing.

One busta left, but you better keep his bitch-ass alive to tell that Joe nigga who run the joint.

He attempts to run but you toss your Katana at his ankle, and it trips him up. As he tries to get back up you grab his face and slam it into the filthy floor of your crib.

>>268068
You hear all this whistlin' from outside, and bird calls.

IT'S THE FIVE-OH.

What do?

>>268099
Advise your brethren of color that you better skedaddle if you sniff my drift, also bring the TV to bury it. TV was in on ride or die, too.

>>268140
Chromehound wipes a tear and picks up the fallen TV... Before anyone sees him cry, he yells at Fast Steezy 'Nigga get yo ass to the sto' and steal some fawties so we can pour out liquor for the TV'.
Fast Steezy bolts out the back door, jumping fences like a professional inhabitant of the ghetto...
But it is going to be difficult for Chromehound to escape the 5-0, TV in hand. He grits his teeth and sets about his mission...

no ur gay

haven't they heard of trampolines

>>268157
"FREEZE MOTHERFUCKER!"
Shit, it's Sheriff Howard N. Key! (H. N. Key for short) Looks like your nigga Chromehound gon get busted. What should Blanka do?

A) Fight
B) Flight
C) "We wuz standin' our ground, homie (TV) got shot, we takin' him to the hospital." [roll 1d20]
D) Write-in

someone take over pls

>>267908
I wake up, move to a place with better internet, and what do I see? I see my fellow niggahs continuing the good work. Good job lads, good job. Send up a call when you need this niggah back for more questin ideas and mad skillz.

>>267392
AYEOOO FUCK THIS FAG NIGGER BITCH RIGHT HERE. YOU AIN'T SHIT,

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>268521
ayo my cracka, we was just returnin from a mixtape showoff when we found these fools going through our shit, ya feel me?

>>268521
Get your nigga to start recording then scream things like "please don't shoot officer I am not resisting arrest" as sarcastically as we can.
As soon as you are not on screen make lots of sudden movements as if drawing a gun.

We dinn do nothin

Well, since I got some time and don't have anything better to do asides for literally everything, might as well keep this train rolling. Taking the 12 roll. At least ya'll got a pass.
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You open your mouth, and brandish your katana. "Ayo, mah-"

Chromehound cuts you off. Man, you thought Chromehound was ya niggah, but apparently not. He even drops ya TV too to put his hands in tha air. Tha was ya TV for 3 goddamn years. He begins. On second thought, it was a good idea to leave this to your resident rapper. Still wasn't cool to jus cut ya off like that, or to drop ya TV.

"Ayy, my man, we was jus drivin on back to our lil place here that we all pitched in money on. Then, we found some random ass gang members robbin our shit, an' some fights went on down. Managed to kill 'em, but it was in self-defense my brutha. Ya feel me?"

The cop eyes your crew. Sun still shines on down, hot as shit. Too bad Green Steezy ran off. He coulda knocked em out by now and ya'll would be on your funeral march for the ol' TV. Sheriff lowers his gun.

"What kinda gang you niggers talking about?"

Jutsu takes up the call.

"Jus' some rando mofos who said they were from some bitch named Ol' Joe."

Cop narrows his eyes, puts away his gun.

"I know Ol' Joe. You guys best run, leave anything ya can't carry to them. They're some nasty lil shits. They got numbers and weapons. Which ya'll got barely anythin of. Best run. Don' worry, niggers, I'll forget this even happened. Ol' Joe is serious bizness, though. Cops die to him by the droves."

Looks like Key is pretty chill. Good thing ya'll just got a new SUV for packin ya stuff. But do ya really gotta leave this place behind? Doesn't got a door anymore, but still.

>What do you do?

>>268830
grab the glorious japanese katana and whatever rifle you can get, we in for a war against some crazy niggas

then take the SUV, ya homie, and go on a rampage

This is gonna turn out to be like Mafia III, this could go well

Anyone can feel free to continue the good work if I don't respond.

Ask the policeman to tell us where Ol' Joe's hideouts are. Raid them all to get as much XP as possible then take on Ol' Joe himself.

Start by looting the people in out house for better weapons and gold pieces (these will be necklaces and teeth not coins)

>>268972
"Ey, Key, where this Old Joe nigga at? This kinda shit don't stand well with me, I gotta get sum payback."

You look around and see Jutsu and Chrome noddin' along witchu, but Green seems a bit offput by your thirst to kill some mofos'

Green voices his opinions, "Man we already killed five of this dudes homies, i say we wait for him to come for us, whatchu suggesting is murder", he says, glancing over at Key who has seemed to turn a blind eye to what you said

Key decides to put in his opinion; "Now you didn't hear this from me, but I don't think any of my boys would mind you niggers going and roughing up Old Joe, heck you might even get some help from us if you do enough work. Old Joe and his little niglets mostly keep to that one of abandoned warehouse near the docks, you know which one. But I've also heard he's got fingers in a lot of the strip clubs around here, you might find some of his niggers hanging round there."

What do you want to do with ya homies?
>Go after Old Joe at the warehouse
>Go after Old Joe's men at the strip-clubs
>Wait for Old Joe to come after you
>Other (write-in)

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>269046
Roll for Jutsu to use "...that jutsu.." to instantly track Old Joe down.

Anything below 5 and he instantly kills Jutsu with Psychic powers.
Anything below 10 and he comes for us, hard.
Anything below 20 and he comes for us, moderately.
Anything between 21-79 and nothing happens,
Anything above 80 and we find him, moderately.
Anything above 90 and we find him, easy,
Anything above 95 and we instantly find and kill him

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>269060
"Eyo Jutsu, do some of that weird ninja shit in those Japanese shows u watch, maybe that can track him down"

Jutsu nods, and pulls out a headband with some sorta leaf shit on it, and begins to move his hands quickly in some weird shapes that none of you know. Hell, you like the katana, but you ain't no weaboo like he is

After a few minutes, Key decides that the way of weaboo niggers isn't for him, and drives off, leaving you guys to stand around Jutsu while he does some weird shit.

Saw that reroll, i'll give you an 80 b/c this could be interesting, also this is dominic

After a few minutes, Jutsu bows to you, and says, "Old Joe-san is in the shipping office inside the warehouse, futhermore I have located enemy shinobi at Eve's Paradise, Forever 18, and the Penthouse"

Y'all stare at Jutsu like some sort of fuckin freak, until finally Chrome speaks up "in english nigga"

Jutsu remembers who he is with, and quickly responds "Old Joe is hanging with his homies in the main office, and he got guys at those stripclubs"

You look at the other three, weirded out by the weird Japanese shit you saw going on before you.

"Well, watchu guys wan do?"
>Go to the warehouse to slice some mothafuckas
>Go to one of the strip clubs to make a name for yourself
>Wait for Old Joe to come to you
>Other(Write in)

also, rolling to see what you found on the dead homies and what the sheriff left behind

>>269086
sheeitttt

Alright, on the dead homies who raided ya house, you find
>1 AK-74, fully auto, two mags
>2 Glock 40's, five mags between the two
>1 1911, one mag
>1 Uzi, 3 mags

you also find that the sheriff left behind:
>2 Mossberg 870's, 40 shells for the two of them
>1 P226, 2 mags

you also find that the sheriff left behind a get out jail free card from monopoly with his signature on it

With this in mind, watchu fools gunna do?

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>269102
Bull rush the Warhouse, arm the niggas to the teeth.

Rolling for effectiveness.

>>269086
>Go to the warehouse to slice some mothafuckas
And bring TV, still need to poor those forties, we'll do it on joe's grave for what he did.

>>269046
Make a remark about how Green is a homosexual due to the fact he has doubts on committing murder.

Go to the strip-club, kill the bosses and claim the establishment as your own, now they work for your gang.

>>269111
well fuck

Chrome's eyes light up at all the shit that got left behind.

"Man with all this shit, we could take on a fuckin' army, lets go ice these motherfuckers!"

You all seem to agree, arming yourself to the teeth, and piling into the SUV and roarin' down to the docks

Unfortunately, Green was not trained in the art of stealth, and as soon as he can see the warehouse, he just starts firing wildly at it, hoping to hit anything.

You, Chrome and Jutsu have some sense of icing, and y'all hold off on firing till you pull up to the warehouse, and all get out of the SUV, hiding behind a shipping container. You pull Green with you, bitch slappin' him for letting Old Joe know you guys was comin'

Y'all figure out that some sort of battle plan is needed, but by this time all of Old Joe's niggas are piling out of the warehouse to see what's happenin'

Gimme what you guys want to do, and if it involves combat I'll need 4 1d100 roles to see how it turns out (You, Green, Chrome and Jutsu's effectiveness, in that order)
>Head on attack
>Pincer attack, cutting them down from both sides
>Sneak into the warehouse while they are distracted, and ice Old Joe
>Retreat, these niggas know you there, and there a lot of them, and not so much of you

>>269086
>>269102
>Go to the strip clubs
Let's pop Joe's sycophants first.

Rolled 54, 28, 91, 62 = 235 (4d100)

>>269137
Head on, crazy nigga ass lions maw full frontal assault

This quest is a good quest

If no one else gives me something, I'll write up something for >>269144

Rolled 36, 48, 4, 29 = 117 (4d100)

>>269137
Pincer attack, yo.

>>269137
Head on

Rolled 7, 18, 27, 84 = 136 (4d100)

>>269137
Snip-snap, pincer attack!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

rolling to see whether its pincer, or front on

1-Frontal Attack
2-Pincer

While Chrome starts to go off about some history shit on picer attacks, your eyes drift to the broken TV lying in the back of the van. You remember all the basketball games you watch on the couch, smoking weed with the homies. As you look at it with fond memories, the thought that you will never watch a game on it anymore fills you with a burning rage.

You grab Chrome and Green by the shoulders, and grip them tightly.

"Remember the time we watched Steph Curry shoot that half-court 3 to win the game with no time left on the clock?" You see them nod along with some understanding, not fully knowing where you are going with this yet.

"Well that TV is broken now, and we will never be able to watch anything on it, unless we kick Old Joe's ass, and buy a new tv with money pulled out of his hands"

Your speech seems to have invigorated something within them, and Jutsu was already meditating over that katana you stole from some fedora-wearing cracker at the mall.

"We smash into them like they smashed that TV, and fuckin ice them all"

With that, you all pick up your guns, making sure to take the Uzi away from Green this time, giving him a glock instead.

You turn around the corner, and spray two niggas who were just standin' there, while the rest of Joe's dudes realize what is happenin.

Green hasn't fuckin learned a thing since last time, shooting his gun into the air above Joe's dudes, his shots ricocheting harmlessly off of the metal warehouse.

And then Chrome. Holy fuck, you are so glad you gave him the AK. He holds it sideways like a tru gansta does, and fired a full mag on full auto, the recoil propelling the gun to the next nigga, cutting them all down like a katana through some weaboos body pillow.

Jutsu got wayyy too pumped up when you gave him that sword, running up to a guy and slicin his head clean off. Impaling his head on the sword, he waves it in front of the open warehouse doors, standing on top of all the niggas Chrome just mowed down.

Deep in the warehouse, you hear a cane scraping against a metal walkway, and then the THU-CHUNK of a bigass machine gun being readied. Jutsu does some ninja dive just in time, as the place he was just standing evaporates in a hail of bullets.

Chrome and Green look at you, waiting on your command to finalize this TV's revenge.
Once again, 4d100 rolls if it involves combat, same order as last time
>Frontal attack, right into the machine gun
>Sneak around and ice that fool while he shootin the front
>Call the popo for some heavy firepower back up
>Other (Write-in)

Also if someone could take over, I'm running out of hoodspeak ideas
>

Rolled 9, 60, 85, 55 = 209 (4d100)

>>269204

Chromehound and Blanka (you) go full frontal Chrome long range and Blanka getting in closer.
While the enemy is distracted Green Steezy and Jutsu use their combined expertise of stealth and speed to sneak around and ice that fool. (assuming that ice means kill or at least disable)

Wow guys, Blanka sure sucks at rolling, doesn't he.

Rolled 89, 72, 81, 99 = 341 (4d100)

>>269204
>Frontal attack, right into the machine gun
ALLAH PROTECTS ME

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>269292
Allahu akbar!

>>269277
Blanka took it hardest of all what the T.V was shot he now has a bit of a death wish

>>269304
Well now I feel bad for even including that part with the TV that had been with them for 3 years.

Gonna take the rolls from >>269292 for the rest of the crew, but Blanka's roll comes from >>269261

Fuck this nigga.

Seriously, fuck him. First he ruins ya day out with the bois, then he smashes your TV. He even forced you to work with a cracka.

You can't stand this anymore. Uzi in hand, you charge straight into the machine gun fire, firing your Uzi wildly. The bullets strike your arms and legs, leaving you bleeding out over all the corpses of Old Joe's niggas. Weakly muttering something about a TV, you pass out from blood loss.

You are now Chrome. You just saw your friend of 7 years get chopped down like some nobody by a bigass machine gun. Raising your AK, you fire off a burst of rounds, hitting Old Joe in the chest, and chopping down the two fool's standin right next to him.

Green, enraged by Blanka's demise, grabs Blanka's glock as your burst stops Old Joe from firing. Like the true gangsta he is, holding both glocks sideways, he blasts all of the niggas he can see, like some dude straight out of calladuty.

Jutsu however goes straight loco seeing Blanka like that. Unsheathing his sword, you hear him yell "Ryūjin no ken wo kūrae!" unsheathing that sword Blanka gave him. Dude pulls shurikens straight from his glove, where the fuck was he hiding those this whole time? Running up a wall, you see him jump like a loco monkey, straight onto the walkway. Some fool steps out and tries to shoot him with his glock, but then you see something only the witch doctah your momma called for you when you was sick would think with possible. Jutsu fuckin reflected the dudes bullets right back into him, and kept running on the handrail like it was nothing. Old Joe, staggering from your shots, tries to swing the M60 towards Jutsu, but he ain't takin none of that shit. He fuckin slices the M60 down the middle, then chops off Old Joe's head. Sheathing his sword as Old Joe's head falls down onto the ground, he makes some sort of hand sign, then collapses from all the effort.

That's all I've got guys, where do the trio go from here?

What are there stats and classes. It could be like respect = charisma and ninja = weaboos.

>>269375
Their classes are here
>>267510

>>269374
>Ryūjin no ken wo kūrae
HAHAHAHAH
HE A TRUE NINJGA

Fuck man, the crew needs some rest. Take care these niggas.

>>269416
What about stats?
Respect
Streetsmarts
Smartassness
etc.

>>269374
>You are Chrome

Fuck, man. You walk over to your buddy Blanka and just shake your head. "Not like this."

Fuck, not Blanka. You'd always thought he'd outlive you but now...

It's just you an' Green left standing, but az you turn to the sprawled body of Jutsu you realize there might jus' be a way ta save Blanka. But ya'll need to grab his body an' get outta here right the fuck now, no time to loot any of tha good shit in the warehouse.

You're stuck wit' one of tha toughest choices ya might ever make in ya career as a straight-up thug.

>Grab Blanka and Jutsu and head straight to the Doc
>Leave Blanka alone, he went out like a G. Loot the fuck outta this warehouse, Ol' Joe musta left some real good shit around here.

>>271866
>Grab Blanka and Jutsu and head straight to the Doc
>A real gangsta
>Ditchin his homeboys
>Implyin

>>271866
>Grab Blanka and Jutsu and head straight to the Doc
I real nigga save his crew first.

>>271866
>>271992
>>272077
Aight time ta do this shit! "Ay yo Steezy get Jutsu we fuckin' outta here yo!"

You grab Blanka's bullet-ridden corpse and toss it in the trunk along with a few gats n' shit from the bodies. Steezy tosses Jutsu in the backseat and the two of you jump in through the driver and passenger seat windows just as you hear police sirens.

You kickstart tha ya ride an' slam the pedal, for this ta work ya gotta make it to Doc in time!

Tha hood passes like a flash as you speed through the streets, making it to Doc in less than an hour after running every red-light you could see.

Outside Docs crib, you drift the car straight onto his lawn and Steezy and Jutsu (lazy ass nigga woke up after a bit) all get out and pop the trunk. The three of you grab Blanka and blast straight into Docs crib, where ya'll see Doc gettin' head from a ho.

You holla at ya boy, "Ay Doc, get ya dick outta her mouth an' help Blanka out bruh!"
Doc looks up and nods impassively, before quippin' his trademark statement. "Got cash?"

Jutsu tosses a stack a' hunneds from Ol' Joe's corpse like a shuriken and Doc catches it in one hand.

"Aight brutha, bring 'im to tha rez' room an' I'll help him after she finish me off."

>>272397
The three of you haul Blanka into the Rez' room, onto the circular table in the middle.
Doc comes in after a few minutes and grabs a nearby Skull-mask, then places and lights a ton of candles on the table and in a circle around the corpse. He grabs his magical staff and starts wavin' it around like he on meth or crack.

"Aight, let's begin. Ooga Booga bullshit spirit ancestor nigga! I call upon you from tha hoods in the sky, bring this dumb nigga back to life! Heed my call for I bring gifts of 40ozs and blessed blunts!"

>Roll a 1d20 to bring Blanka to life (state may vary)

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>272406

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>272406
Watch me roll a 2

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>272406

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>>272406
>>272411
>>272418
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXygvSNkz9Y

You and the homies don't believe what the fuck ya seein'! Blanka's corpse shudders and twists up all wack and shit but after a minute it stops suddenly. Then it sits upright and looks at Doc, who stops chantin' and jumpin' like the witch-docta he is. You and ya boys almost start poppin' off, until ya'll realize the eyes are all wrong!

Blood-red eyes are set deep in Blanka's face, and a feral twist of his face follows a furious amount of sniffing and hooting. The thing-that-was-Blanka stares at Doc and growls, "This nigga wuz too far dead mah nigga, but ya saved his body an' I jumped into that shit like a ho after a dick bruh!"

Doc looks at the three of you through his Skull-mask with a neutral expression before asking loudly, "Looks like I couldn't save ya boys soul but his body seems fine. If ya want to roll wit' this OG who in his body, ya can. Other wise you can just murk his ass right now and put his body to rest.

Steezy looks disappointed, but also excited to roll with a new nigga in the crew, especially a zombie nigga.
"I'm cool wit' this yo, he an' OG and Blanka went out like a man an' we gonna drink tonight to him. But he dead, and we need anutha man cuz' we down one ya dig."

Jutsu on the other hand looks unhappy with it, presumably because of his eastern ninja philosophy that he like to rant on about. Fuckin' nigga can read, woooooooow so cool. Fuckin' Jutsu.
"Ay bruh, this ain't right yo! What be dead be dead mayne, Blanka gon' follow tha circle a life. We can't fuck wit' that yo!"

Look like it up to you again.

>Keep this Zombie-Blanka around (Class is still melee specialist, can respec one time now if you choose to keep him)
>Put him down (Will lead to another crew member instead)

>>272450
Keep OG zombie. He's probably ride-or-die just like all true thugs in the hood in the sky.

>>272450
keep
can't call him blanka tho
ask his name

>>272450
>Put him down

Jutsu has proven himself continuously so far (he found and then killed Old Joe by himself) we would be stupid niggas to not listen to him.

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>>272450
>>272454
>>272466
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4V90AmXnguw

You look at the zombie, then back at your homies. One hyphy nigga and one lookin' like somebody done fucked his mama. Well, shiet, you weren't gonna turn down an OG and ya were a man down after all.

"Ay Zombruh, we'll take ya in our set if you want." You offer professionally (you just imitated a cracker you used to work for) and courteously.

The zombie stares you down for a second, then smiles a toothy grin. "Aight mayne, but just give me a sec to change into my digs ya DIG!"

He stands up and spins with the force of a small tornado, which kicks up wind all over the fucking room!
Luckily Doc had it mega-sealed for just that purpose an' he always had one of his ho's clean it up later anyways.

The zombie comes back dressed like Michael Jackson from Thriller an' everyone in the room fuckin' POPS OFF YO! He summons a boombox with a POOF in his hands and he turns it on, every brotha in the room can just feel that energy in the air right now. Everybody lines up, and the song comes on.

It's a thriller, thriller night.

After literally summoning the dead to dance with ya'll, smokin' all of Docs weed, drinkin' all the forties the local liquor store had, and just straight shootin' the shit, the zombie joins your set.

>Choose name for zombruh, AND specify whether or not you want to keep him as a melee specialist or change his class (Choose from the 3 other classes earlier in the thread, or make him your hoodmage because of his ancestral nigro magic)

>>272584
Zombino

Melee specialist cuz word we aint bout to change this niggas way of life post death, nah mean

>>272591
I suggest we make it Lil' Zombino.

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>>272593

son there aint shit little about this nigga we aint bouta lose what blanka means b we bouta get active

word up

may b we make it

blanka

da seakwel

>>272597
Can we call this nigga Seakwel for short? An nigga ain't got time for remembering three whole motherfucking names and he sure as hell ain't Blanka, feel me?

>>272608

aight

aight den

Will continue after some sleep, probably back in like 7-10 hours. Thanks for playing guys!

>>272624
This is fun as fuck, I gotta say.

Also, are we gonna keep using this thread or are we gonna make a new thread all proper and shit?

>>272624
IP4 and EF8 are the same QM btw, sorry have to keep switching wifi but I'm the same QM. I'll add a trip for good measure. Yeah I should make a new thread tomorrow too.>>272629

>>272631
If you do make a new thread, do try and link to this one. The beginning of HOOD QUEST can't be forgotten.

>>272636
Don't forget we also have yuki.la in case it gets pruned after a week.

Glad to see you managed to salvage the 1 that Blanka rolled, good job new/old QM

sorry if i fucked things up too much, i thought combat would be a nice way to test this out.

>>273286
oh right, internet had to restart, i was
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>>272584
ye name dat nigga seakwel
respec him into a niggamancer

>>274626
Ain't the original honkey english term "Nigromancer"? A nigga just trying to clarify n shit

>>274661
shiieeet i wus never gud with buks ya feel me

>>274676
I heard dat, beleebs me