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>What?

ExfilInc is a mini-wargame. You make a character and walk into combat and likely you will soon die from bullet induced lead poisoning.

>And?

Currently, after waking up in prison without quite knowing why, our brave band of hackers, drones and knife-wielders narrowly avoided being scuttled for organs. Currently, they've decided to investigate a nearby faciltiy for any clues pertaining to their current situation.

You can join in by using the rules on the left.

It's a d10 based game, and you want to roll as low possible. You simply pick the options that suit you to generate a character.

>This all seems vaguely familiar
There was a data-loss and a setback and some hardware faults, meaning the first 10 turns of mission 2 were lost and CompanyCommand was angry.

Consider it a alternative timeline thing.

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=[Name]=

Held:
Worn:
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Vitality
Move
Dice
Accuracy
Processing
[Skills]

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[Crew on Call]

... No one!

>>47442489
So, do we need to redo chargen?
>will be 1-2 hours before I can actually join.

Two things happen at once. The first is the explosions that rock the stationary Jaburo. Carefully-hidden mines placed with extremely artful precision targeting highly specific systems, although loud and noisy enough to stir up a panic.

Colonel Hatsheput, still doing up the uniform buttons of her shirt, marches down the hallway, surrounded by aides, lesser officers, and the Second Mate of the Iron Kestrels. Technicians read off damage reports to her as calmly as they can.

“Engines nonresponsive, ma'am.”

“The Microgate Projector is completely destroyed, we're lucky it didn't cause a chain reaction.”

“Bay 1's catapults have all been destroyed, we've had the most injuries there and a few deaths. Bay 2 is still working, we're transferring the SOUL machines there as fast as we can.”

“Weapons and life support online and functional. It's strange, though, explosions did go off around the main beam batteries...but they were more flash and burn marks than serious payload. Looks damned ugly outside and we'll need repairs soon, but they're still all functional. Maybe the saboteur didn't have time to do it right?"


“They are?” She asks. The Colonel pauses, “Where did I leave my gun belt? Ah...thank you Mohammed.” With a coquettish smile, she accepts the garment from the pirate and straps it on, “Is our defensive screen working?”

“It's functional, ma'am. We actually found the bomb there and disarmed it in time, thanks to some quick thinking and a group of very courageous MPs.”


“Bay 1's computers recorded two unauthorized launches prior to the explosions, we're missing a Pumpkinseed and an Assault Warmouth. The other two prisoners are missing, we assume they launched together.”

“I do not think...” Interjects Mohammed, “That the Terran is working with the woman. Call it a hunch, but it is possible he simply saw a chance and took it.”

[Continued]

The Colonel reaches the bridge and drops into her chair, “Turn these headache-inducing sirens off as soon as conditions permit and keep an eye on the main fusion reactor for further surprises. Get me visuals, I want to see where the prisoners are going.” One of the staff sits down and presses a few buttons, causing the large monitors on the walls to spring to life, “Pan towards the colony, where else could they be going?”

Another of the bridge crew looks up as a new klaxon warbles across the system, “Gate sign, ma'am. It's a small one, but definitely a gate.”

Which is when she witnesses the second event. A small, unmarked transport ship emerging from the ripple in space that marks a gate to the human eye. As she manipulates the controls of her chair to bring it into view, the single launch catapult of the transport opens once...and she waits, nothing happening. Finally, Harpies begin to emerge, smoothly and efficiently, with military discipline that visibly disheartens the Jaburo's bridge staff. Each one is painted brilliant lime green with a skull emblem, the paint fresh and new, and they fan out into a formation that makes the Colonel frown.


“Why did they wait if this was planned?” She muses, “And why are they in an escort pattern?” She covers her mouth with her hand as an idea strikes, rubbing her thumb along one high cheekbone, “Infrared sensors.”

The bridge crew frowns in confusion, but they do what she says, “Ma'am, I can't explain this...but we're picking up two huge heat trails in the center...and what the...what the hell is that thing!?” He jabs his finger at the image displayed suddenly on the spotting radar screen. “Some kind of dragonfly?”

[Continued]

Indeed, from this angle, it looks like one. A massive, stocky body whose features are barely discernable with its arms folded against its torso and its legs splayed out behind it. Four massive wings spreading out behind it, each one resembling a curved talon lined with a bank of high-performance thrusters set along the inside edge . Behind it, like a grotesquely oversized tail or pod, is a metallic structure composed of a series of bulging segments tipped with a drill and with several smaller drills arrayed along it like the legs of a caterpillar. A pair of curved horns arch up over its shoulders, giving it the appearance of bizarre mandibles from above. Its flight is reckless, barely controlled, hammering forward at full throttle towards Auditorium.

“Red Siren's Harpies are engaging the target.” One of the bridge crew reports, “It looks like the prisoners are heading towards the colony too at a slower pace.”

Not seeing the enemy titan, Red Siren's patrol harpies unhesitatingly fly into battle. Their beam guns streak the void with trails of neon. Most of them have never fought in a real battle before, they're fans who performed well in sims or Bluegill Joe tourneys sponsored by Red Siren, some are backup dancers trusted with leading formations. Although even the first wave outnumbers the nineteen lime green Harpies nearly four to one, the Green Skulls seem undeterred. One goes down in flames before the Green Skulls shift to humanoid form midflight and answer with fire of their own, aiming grouped shots to guarantee kills with the mechanical precision of ruthless veterans. Red Harpies burst and explode even as more of the green Harpies do the same, but the red ones come to a stop, and that's all the leader needs.

[Continued]

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The Flying Nimbus speeds above the mountains and valleys below, Goku controlling the cloud that helps the two of you zip through the sky.

It's a beautiful day, and the two of you are in high spirits as you move toward the island of Master Roshi, who had agreed to train the two of you in martial arts.

The last time you saw the old master, he destroyed an entire mountain with his powerful Kamehameha Wave. You wonder what else you could learn from him as you draw closer.

Goku decides to do a little fancy flying, dipping the Nimbus down to fly through a canyon, and then up the side of a mountain.

When you pass the peak, you can see the vast ocean spread before your eyes, shimmering beautifully. Goku flies the Nimbus out over it, and soon you spot a small speck on the horizon.

"There it is!" Goku says excitedly, bringing the Nimbus down toward it.

You see that the island is very small, mostly covered by a pink building with the words "Kame House" written on it.

Goku brings you in and hops off, excitedly announcing that the two of you are here.

There's no answer.

"Huh, where is he?" Goku asks.

>A. Knock on the door

>B. Try checking the window

>C. Let yourself in

>D. Something else

>>47477399
>>B. Try checking the window
This seems like a fun way to go about it.

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>>47477466
You decide to look through the window.

As you head in that direction, you hear a woman's voice.

"One, two! One, two!"

Looking in through the window, you see an exercise program on television, where a pair of women are lying on their sides lifting their legs up and down.

In front of the TV sits Master Roshi, who looks positively entranced with what he's watching.

"One, two, one two," he repeats to himself. "Ah, aerobics, truly a gift from the heavens!"

"There he is," Goku says happily from your side, hopping through the window. "Hello!"

"Yes, keep on going," Master Roshi says to the television, not seeming to know Goku is there.

"Master Roshi?" Goku asks, getting closer to the old man.

You hop through the window as well, watching as Goku circles Master Roshi, who still seems oblivious to his presence.

Goku takes a deep breath and shouts in Master Roshi's ear.

"HEY, MASTER ROOOOOOOOOOSHI!"

Goku laughs as Master Roshi's entire body goes stiff, and the old man covers his ear, finally registering that someone is there.

"Oh, Goku, it's you," he greets, finally snapping out of it.

"We're here for training," Goku explains.

"We?" Master Roshi asks, looking around until he sees you. "Oh, right. Not now, I'm doing my morning workout."

He turns his attention back to the television.

"Master Roshi, I'm hungry," Goku whines.

Master Roshi points to the kitchen. "The refrigerator is in there. Grab something you like, like I am."

Goku heads for the kitchen.

>A. Go with Goku

>B. Take a seat on the couch

>C. Something else

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mine is a fox spirit due to a certain players requests

>>47452843

>Implying there is literally anything wrong or unusual with the moon being associated with foxes.

Tricky little shits, those foxes.

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>>47452458
hi

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>>47478409
>Mess with the fox.
>Mess with the midget.
Yes.

>>47478409
>Mess with the midget.
Our Lady must learn poise in all situations...and I wanna mess with her

I'm tired of these mothafuckin' sneks, in my mothafuckin' guild!

I see no problem with this situation. I'll take all the snakes you can give me.

>>47476439
Can I feed them to my oozes?
Feeding unwanted creatures to our already existing creatures sounds like the best plan.

>>47462792
Because the bard would get cactus quills in his dick, and I don't want the bard to get quills in his dick because I'm the fucking healer of the group and I hate healing people over stupid shit (thus why I hate my fucking group, except the GM who's awesome).

>>47462843
Thats as good a reason as any I guess.

It does, you're to busy on 4chan, its your turn

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>The principled, educated female half-Yeti prophet. She has a muscular build. Her wardrobe is unconventional. She appears human - but those who interact with her keep getting the impression that she isn't human.


This actually doesn't sound too bad.

>>47452387
Sounds fuckable.

>>47452427
>anthro

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>>47452428

Upon thinking about/expanding upon it further

>A tall, muscular, white haired brown girl raised in the mountains, always wearing a big parka despite the heat to disguise her ancestry as she travels the world spreading the word of God.

Yeah, definitely would waifu.

>>47473145
Whatever for?

>>47473145
Goddamnit Mike, you promised that you wouldn't make us play Lawyers and Laymen again!

>>47473145
>How do you get your players to relinquish the rights to the characters they create?
Huh? What/why?/FGHahfgahfhafhahffah

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>>47472902

>>47472902
What's the problem with that?

>>47472902
Hypocrisy has always been a fundamental aspect of business and government practice. That's what Marketing is for.

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>>47472232
Judiciously abusing Akari-niji-chan's contacts and internet skills your family is now homeward bound. The goodbyes were short, but heartfelt; the Ama divers gave your family gives of food (lots of shellfish to cook!), which were happily accepted, and Kiku-chan gave blessings and prayers to and for them. Ginka gave you a small string of pearls – all natural, so lumpy and strange, but beautiful nonetheless – and she made you accept it just as you forced her to accept the kaiken knife. It rests around your right horn, a shimmering tribute from your first friend outside the strange world of the Yakuza.

Yui has been looking out the window in amazement, while Akari is taking advantage of the wireless connections to research (and undoubtedly play some games), while Kiki-hime and Yuuhi-chan are talking quietly with Inau-kun, who seems a little nervous about the train ride. Her lack of weapons might also be bothering her. Still, injured as she is she shouldn't be fighting – none of them should right now, though yourself, Kiki-hime and Yuuhi are in good health comparatively. Even Kiku-chan is still nursing some bruises; she is dozing fitfully, her efforts at the temple and the emotional exhaustion of your experience with your older sister having taken a lot of it out of her.

They're all giving you plenty of space, and you don't blame them – you scared every human and two youkai-born out of the car when you stepped into it, and you weren't even trying.

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>>47472318
It's only early evening, and you have a head full of questions, a heart full of concerns, and your nerves are worse than a nekomata in a room full of rocking chairs and violins. But you have at least an hour and a half before you reach the Shinjuku Station, where you will be met by trustworthy allies – Yakuza and nogitsune-born companions you arranged with the help of Peta-chan and Chisato-chan. Then you'll be almost home.

But that doesn't mean you can't get some help.

[] Contact Er Yin-sensei through the Void – it's her homeland.
[] Gently wake Kiku-chan – she's your priestess.
[] Hang with Yui-chan – she's got experience.
[] Check with Akari-chan – she's gathering intel.
[] Join Kiki-hime and Yuuhi-chan – Inau-kun needs reassurance.

>>47472344
Woo, Ryukusa time!
>[x] Contact Er Yin-sensei through the Void – it's her homeland.

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>>47470485

“Don't worry, friend,” Murasa tells you as you're walking back to Nodens, “We'll be finished here soon enough. Out of the open waters again... and away from here. It'll be good, right?”

Grunting a vague response, you focus on putting one foot in front of the other. She must have seen the dark look on your face and attributed it to the grim buildings surrounding you, these ancient and drowned tombs. It's an easy mistake to make – you'd wager that anyone in their right mind would be cowed by the sight of these hollow shells – but it's still a mistake. You don't bother to correct her – let her believe what she likes. It'll be easier that way.

“We'll see Black Rock soon enough, though,” Murasa continues, in the voice of one who fears silence, “That'll be... something special. I guess...”

But she never finishes that sentence. Before she has the chance to, you arrive at the entrance to Nodens' pit, the deep crater that contains his true form. At once driven to silence by a superstitious fear, Murasa gives you an uncertain look, urging you to lead the way. It's a natural arrangement, really – just as you leave steering the Hijiri to her, so does she leave speaking with the gods to you. It's what the Mentor would call “harmonious cooperation”.

A less charitable soul might call it “knowing your place.”

With terrible animation once again entering his puppet body, Nodens stalks up to the edge of his pool, long tendrils leading down to the tumorous mass of his body. You don't see those black marks, those squirming leech-children, clinging to him any more. Rosaria's death, it seems, purged the last of them from this place.

“That's right,” Nodens gurgles, seemingly plucking the thoughts from your mind, “Without new children to replenish their numbers, I could destroy them easily enough. The deed, I shall assume, is done?”

>You don't need me to tell you that
>Rosaria is at peace now
>I destroyed her, yes
>Other

>>47470496
>Rosaria is at peace now
No need to go into details, it's done.

>>47470496
>>Rosaria is at peace now

>>47468373
The mega.nz translation is unfinished, since it still lacks skill and stat description, as well as professions.
I'll be updating it on a regular basis

You know, I was translating the game in my off-time a few years ago. Never really got anywhere at the time, as it was pretty much done for fun and because I could, and as with most activities like that, interest soon waned and vanished.

Given this has a chance to go somewhere, I could help out with the translation if you'd want.

>>47468426
Sure.
You can get in touch with me through steam or skype.
Id for both is PavoolonD

>>47461811
>Give me one reason why every intelligent race hasn't committed suicide yet
Because doublegiant hornets are far from the worst that fantasy worlds have to offer. They're used to horrifying shit, and the hornets being doublegiant means they have an easier time HITTING the sumbitches.

Because DnD has fuckin wizards and shit. There is a cabal of magic users dedicated to fighting back the giant giant hornets.

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>>47461811
Because magic.

>it's a "why are females different from normal people" thread

>>47458224
I met here through it.

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>Be degenerate
>Mfw we both play Eldar, LARP together, play RPGs together, and share the same magical realm
Life is good.