Yellow Dress Edition
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>Andromeda is dropped:
Liara is our goddess and disrespecting her is punishable by slapping!
Previous thread: >>187863435
we need to create an environment where fat tumblr landwhales stay inside the BSN and other safe spaces, so that they don't contaminate here. It would even be perfectally acceptable if they made their own general thread for various cuck topics like rumors of the newest dragon age, but jesus fucking christ just don't come here.
If she's a goddess why couldn't she save her own planet?
what if jack also had imposing tits and ass haha and hers were even bigger than miranda's and she uses that to steal shepard away from her wouldn't that be funny not that i want that?
>tfw you're qt femtur gf gets sick during the reaper attack.
>She's a bit of a neet, stays home till you come and save her. She's been living of fast-food and valley-dew.
>her plates get really soft and translucent over a period of months, a resulty of her shitty diet and sickness.
>Luckily there's no radiation to worry about, but you have to lather her up in sunscreen since the tissue under the plates is vulnerable.
>She's ashamed of herself, wants to stay home in the dark with you.
>See her muscles and veins under the scales.
>She doesn't want to leave, she's afraid and becomes dependent on you.
>eventually it gets so bad you have to paint her plates with a mix of pigment and structural gel.
>She looks at herself with the biggest smile you've ever seen.
>Hugs you hard.
>tfw she chose the most exotic colour a turian can be, purplish red.
>Her confidence grows sky-high, and she starts getting better after awhile.
>Still feels she needs you for support, and because she loves you, but she's able to get out and buy groceries and stuff at least.
>Keeps painting her plates though, with glimmering varnish, even after the war, she's come to dislike her natural dull brown coloration.
>Eventually get genemods to make the colour permanent.
>Wins a beauty award.
>She's like a whole different turian.
>You live happily ever after.
GIVE /DAG/ BACK YOU SPAMMING RETARDED NOLIFE AUTIST MONGOLOID KISSLESS VIRGIN WIZARD WASTE OF OYGEN
THIS ISN'T RIGHT IT WAS OURS
WE BUILT IT DAMMIT
Your rudeness is making me sad..
If they have scales they shed. Like fucking animals.
I bet Krogan and Drell shed too.
I bet there is a lot of sheding going on between the two, if you know what I mean.
I can't get into MEA MP at all. It's just off in too many ways. The difficulty is way out of whack(why can I solo Silver but constantly get wiped on Bronze with a full team?), the item packs never give me new character kits or good weapons, and the maps are poorly designed IMO, like they were all rushed out without play testing.
People always think they want the aliens(or fantasy races) to be less human but as soon as they look less human you don't want it. Just look how ugly the elves in DA2 and TES are.
Andromeda and 3's were both fun for me. Got something around 70 hours out of Andromeda's before I stopped playing regularly. Decided to play 3's after that since I hadn't played it in a while, and it's still fun as ever.
The increased mobility over ME3 is nice but after a few hours it all feels rather samey. None of the weapons feel all that effective in MEA aside from a few shotguns and snipers, and most ARs feel totally useless at any difficulty higher than bronze. And while all the maps look nice, they all play the same. There's no strategy, corridors, or real choke points for that matter and every map feels like it was designed with PvP in mind rather than horde mode. ME3 suffers from this as well, but to a much lesser extent, as well as getting a pass for being their first attempt at MP.
>Just look how ugly the elves in DA2 and TES are.
How exactly are they ugly. They have sharper facial features and that's it. They look pretty average, but unlike some other instances of 'averageness', it doesn't look forced or faked, nor do they enter the uncanny valley like the characters in Andromeda do.
Also, I wouldn't really call any kind of elves alien. Turians are the base level of aliens, Asari and Quarians are just space elves.
Of all the dead generals, I miss /ddg/ the most. It was comfy and was active enough that pawn could get some online experience.
Wonder how my pawn is doing.
So, I´ve been thinking about the CYOA story so far. Since some have mentioned, that the appartment is flooded by microwave radiation, I fear, that by going onto the balcony we may get in further trouble.
For one glass doesnt stop microwaves (metal does, although i dont know whether the windows are made from actual class or transparent metal), so we still could be in a microwave field.This also leads to my suspicion, that the source of the radiation may be outside the building, perhaps a microwave antenna, or even an antenna array that has been repurposed, kinda like the "Active Denial System", which has a range of 500m (oficially) and going onto the balcony may proof fatal for our femtur partner.
On the other hand there´s the frontdoor, which may block microwave radiation, however I forgot whether the Door was locked in the previous cases, so the killer could lock it temporarily to keep his victims inside the death trap.
Since it has already been voted on , that we try our luck with the balcony, I just want to appeal to you guys to take this into consideration. I really like the protags to be alive.
Also I want more of dem handholding
my guess is that it's pointed at the femtur's room
the reason for this is that she passed out before you
and since you're not the ones with the plating it points to the fact that the living room isn't in direct line of sight
I completed new playthroughs of ME1 and DAO recently and those first entries are so much better than their sequels. With some graphics and quality of life mods they're exceptional games that would stand out as masterpieces in today's horrible market. Even The Witcher 3 is kind of shit compared to DAO with some minimal modding.
>no option to wrap the both of us in tinfoil
howabout a device is placed inside the appartment ? On the other hand that way the killer would need to enter the appartment twice, to set up the devices and take them when the deed is done. But given his/her previous kills that´s unlikely, wheras it´s more likely that the device is outside the appartment.
which begs the question of what will happen, after we escaped onto the balcony, what stops the killer to simply redirect the beam to target the balcony ?
> Holo-tinfoil app not installed on omnitool
ME3 on gold works for me, it´s a challenge, but it´s managable, have the cabal vanguard and human infiltrator for these. Havent played the higher setting yet, I´m still working on getting better weaponry and equipment
>ywn take your turian buddies to see tchaikovsky 1812 overture with 105mm howitzer cannons as bonus
see that's the issue hopefully a alarm will go off and the killer will get spooked
if were lucky she has a metal barrier for her railing because if thats the case all we need to do is break line of sight
Perhaps the source is still inside the apartment, such as inside the ceiling paneling or even paired with the lighting. I was thinking, even if it may be far-fetched, that the killer has or job that lets him work on the apartments, such as a maintenance worker. Finds out the info on the tenants, called to do maintenance on the room, then places whatever it is in the ceilings/whatever or disguises them with the lights. Can manually activate them, then turn them off/fry them once the job is done.
I'm just throwing out possible ideas to hope one sticks somehow. Should have seen the damned microwave idea sooner when it was said that the potted plants in the recent victim's room were a higher temp than the room temp
>You finally make it out of the apartment and onto the balcony
>You see pic related maneuvering a shopping cart of assorted microwaves, toasters, and blow dryers
>He quickly begins to turn the ghetto death ray away from the apartment and towards you
I wouldn't even be mad at that point.
>when Kai Leng stops caring for himself.
Working on the continuation of this story from previous thread.
Prepare for Female Krogan lewds. Nothing is sacred anymore.
Would you look at that, the Asari military command has sent me an email, I wonder what they want from me, maybe they want to coordinate their war efforts with the alliance, or they want to thank me, that I have saved so many civillians and orphans.
I better open it
Standing in the empty atrium of the murmuring bordello, the young gangster looked at the dark corridor stretching into darkness behind the counter. Rubbing his sore groin, he realized he was standing at the threshold of what would mold him into a man. A true test of his resolve. Should he leave this place with his tail between his leg, he wouldn't be able to face the smiling mugs and mocking grins of his criminal peers. Worse yet, he wouldn't be able to face himself in the mirror. A real player doesn't run away from a gril, be it Asari wench or Krogan brothel mistress. "She ain't scaring me." he whispered to himself, unsure and shivering. "She ain't so tough."
He streightened himself up and stuck out his chest, popping his orange jacket collar out. Wiping away the sweat on his brow and with a certain unsureness to his usual cocky swagger, he entered the darkened hallway.
He was going to show her what a Smoke could do. He was going to show everyone on Omega that he could bag even the most terrifying woman on the station. In his fevered dellusions of grandeur, fueled by fear and lurid obliviousness, he saw himself make the krogan cry for mercy from his mighty thrusts as the blue queen of Omega was kneeling down to receive his seed.
A peculiar and acrid smell pulled him away from his daydream. He staggered inside a large windowed room, bathed in the eerie reddish-orange light of Omega seeping through the striped blinds. He could see the outlines of strange objects : small statuettes and figurines were arranged on curtained furnitures. Embers of exotic-smelling incense were slowly burning in small terracota cups, filling the room with spicy smoke. From the corner of his eye, he noticed the massive humped silhouette of the Krogan, with her steely-blue predatory gaze set on him. She snorted audibly. "I didn't think you had it in you, pyjaak."
"I ain't running away, babe." he answered, trying to sound as overly confident as he could.
With heavy steps and deliberate slowness, the Krogan approached him. The sound of unclasping belts and skinsuit accompanied her movements. He watched as the strong alien shed her clothes, unveiling smooth and curved armored plates covering a thick and leathery skin. He watched montionlessly, frozen in place by contradictory instincts.
"I'm gonna rock your world, babe." he babbled with a crooked smile and worried expression "Gonna show you what a real man can do."
"Save it, kid, or I'll break something willingly to shut you up."
Soon enough, with his back to wall, the Krogan pushed against him. She trapped his only way out with her brawny frame and bulky arm, her frontal crest pushing firmly against his head, as her three-fingered hand was authoritatively worming its way inside his pants.
"Now, let's continue where we left off." the Krogan said in a deep warm voice.
He almost yelped when he felt her large palm ensnarring his shaft, but her touch wasn't aggressive. It was far more gentler and surprisingly delicate : a tentative squeeze here, an exploratory rub there. She was eyeing his every reaction, smiling at the way he was loudly breathing in and out, frozen in place and holding on her intrusive arm for dear life.
"Don't hide anything from me, softie. I need to know how much you can... endure." she said, pushing against him a little harsher.
Dexterous pettings and firm wanking motions, added to his lurid excitation and mouting fear, made his body react quite positively to the Krogan's domineering hand. Shameful high-pitched yawps escaped his lips when she squeezed too hard or too forcefully, eliticing a sadistic grin and a threatening gleam in the eyes of the Krogan. She was testing and stretching his limits, enjoying herself in the power over him.
Brough forcefully to full mast, he was rewarded by a long and gentle caress. A soft and careful brushing motion, contrasting with the previous unrelenting assault, nursing his victimized manhood.
Why Bioware and EAGames cannot love their fans like CDPR does?
>EA Games earned the worst company award 2 years in a row, probably getting it again this year
One of the reasons why Andromeda was such a failure is the fact that both EA and Biojews ignored the words of the players, especially what the fans wanted and instead of delivering a good product they just shitted on the people and run away with it.
When is Bioware gonna die for good?
Simple, do not hire a bunch of SJW lesbian feminazis and homo hipsters with no talent to make a game using the name of one of the most beloved franchises ever.
Using the members of the teams from ME1 and ME2 is enough to make a good game, plus give them some time and resources and they will come out with an amazing sequel, instead Bioware and EAGames just milked the nostalgia out of the fans in the form of sheckels and then just disbanded Montreal division and stopped caring about Andromeda.
>Andromeda fanboy getting this mad at how his game was nothing but the biggest failure ever
Tell me goyim how does it feel being such a massive retard that can't deny the following facts:
>Dull Single Player mode
>Microtransactions and trashy Multiplayer
>Already considered a failure since the game was launched
>Getting meme'd the shit out the quality of this unfinished product
>Part of Montreal team even died
>Stopped every patch or update for the game and disband the entire team because the game was nothing but an abortion
>At the moment Andromeda is considered by EVERYONE one of the WORST games of 2017
With the standards of the current market you can't make a decent game with that money, look at CDPR and the Witcher 3, they got the double amount of money with less time but those slavs did an incredible job.
The problem here was the lack of resources and talent.
>Zero counter arguments
>Resort to shitposting
Ladies and Gentleman, this is the best example of an Andromeda fanboy.
But EA kept taking the shit they made to stick it in Anthem. The narrative was always going to be shitty, but the game as a whole being shitty probably could have been prevented if EA didn't keep forcing them to start from scratch.
"There you go. Nicely locked and loaded." she said in a sultry contented voice, taking her hand out of his pants and patting against his groin affectionately "You got yourself a nice piece down there. Would be a shame to let it go to waste now."
With a pull and a tug, he was lead through the eerie room like in a fevered dream. He barely registered his suit being forcefully opened and discarded, his dusty space kicks flying through the dense smoke, before being thrown stark naked into a vast and fluffy matress, his back sinking deeply inside the soft fabric.
Slowly, carefully, the Krogan's hefty outline appeared over him. He felt her hands firmly grab hold on each side of his flanks as she was trying to find a good balance, her beefy legs held fast on each side of his body. Once set in a stable squatting position, she guided her large hips towards the tip of his manhood.
He instinctinvly reached out and put his hands over hers, his last bit of clarity looking for a way to support himself. Grasping them thightly, he inshaled and exhaled loudly, half-panicked and half-excited, unable to look away from the Krogan's shadowy lap, dangling over his raised rod. "Still got some life in you ?" the Krogan said with an approving laugh. "Hope you're not all bark and no bite, softie. Think of it as your Rite of Passage : you'll be a wreck or a real male once I'm done with you."
His addled mind was racing with despairing visions of emptiness. The distorded smiles of his friends mixed with the Krogan's own scary grins, and he briefly wondered if he wasn't meant to live forever after all.
She lowered her hips without efforts, making him penetrate a warm, lush and wet canal. In one maddeningly easy motion, she took him entirely, resting her heavy lap against his hips. He let out an undignified grunt, unaccustomed to the raw feel of her leathery smoldering sex. Powerful hidden muscles contracted against him, seemingly coaxing him from her inside.
So we can expect Cyberpunk 2077 to be literally a master piece? I mean, they're using the team that worked on Witcher 3 plus the original team from the old games, everything managed by Michael Pondsmith.
Depends. If they focus too much on open-world freedom and divergent gameplay experiences then the narrative will probably be crap. With TW3 they didn't focus enough on narrative and it ended up having a much weaker story than TW2.
"That hit the spot." the Krogan said with a contented sigh, basking in the precious moment. The snug feel of her warm hole was however cut short when she raised her pelvis before striking it down abruptly, making him gasp in shock. "What's the matter, softie ?" she asked as she fiercely slammed against him once again. "You're not crying off so soon, are you ?"
He inspired deeply, holding on her strong hands for dear life. "I'm gonna... rock your... world." he said between strained hiccups. "I'm gonna... show you... that you ain't so...."
She snarled mischievously. "Told you to save it, didn't I ? Shut your trap and enjoy your ride."
Another violent slam againt his pelvis made it clear that no discussion was needed anymore.
The Krogan was ravenous and merciless, straddling him with barely contained savagery. Each powerful thrust of her hips sent his manhood impale itself completely inside her, making obscene wet sounds echo alongside her primal grunts and his tense breathing. When his groans betrayed his mounting climax, she deliberately slowed down her pace, a vicious smile spread across her face as she relished in his carnal anguish.
Her brutal tenderizing of his lower body continued on for some time, until his lap became numb and his dignity shattered in girlish panicked screams. She wasn't looking unshaken by their ferocious mating : her head laying low, gaze unfocused and hips locked into coarse mechanical motions. She murmured to herself, transfixed in the way she was ravishing him, until in one final, terrible and mighty push she impaled herself on him and froze. The Krogan shivered and shook, her maw open and her gawky tongue lolling around, eyes rolled up in orgasmic delight.
He thought he heard something break inside his body, but the feeling of her internal muscles strangling and tugging against his member concealed the pain in a wave of intoxicating long-awaited release. His mind went blank.
>Why is ME3 mp so much better than andromedas?
After trying to go back to ME3 out of curiosity, it really isn't.
It has a few unique classes that I miss but that doesn't make up for you being so clunky, sluggish and immobile in comparison. That's with having practically everything unlocked and high level, entry level ME3 would be even more unpleasant.
And I say that as someone who had over 1200 hours in ME3 multi.
The servers should not be P2P. I mean how much is it gonna cost to spin up some VMs on a server?
Fucking 2bar and less hosts, janky coding, shitty matchmaking
>silver or gold match with <1K apex <level 10 chars
>join match in progress on wave 6 or some shit
>ayy buddies judging you hard for driving a beat-up, 'primitive' mode of transportation
>windows and headlights have fogged slightly, there's some superficial body rust and the paint's patina'd, plus a lot of the plastic has been dried from sun exposure and age
>to the untrained eye, it looks like a total piece of shit, but you don't care because it's still your pride and joy
>ayy buddies always give you shit for driving such a dated pile of scrap
>they are completely unaware of all the work you've been putting into the car over the years, all those late nights in the garage slaving away
>they probably won't be able to tell that you've put in aftermarket front and rear disks, new suspension, wide street tires, and a few 'other' modifications under the hood
>you're counting on their ignorance
>finally the time comes to show off your car, they all seem rather uninterested, but you insist and they tag along anyway
>car hums quietly to life, nothing special
>you can almost hear them roll their eyes
>why was this dumb ape so infatuated with this antiquated garbage?
>you purposefully drive like a granny all the way to the back roads in the hills in order to maintain the illusion, doing your best to keep a straight face
>they ask you where your headed, you respond "I just wanna see how she handles"
>they laugh, expecting nothing more than an underwhelming experience
>you can't hold it in any more, and discretely flick a switch underneath the dash that opens up the exhaust wastegate you installed a few weeks back
>as your foot slams to the floor, the last sound your ayy buddies hear is the visceral sound of 548 supercharged horses screaming to life
>tires screech and the engine pops and roars as you whip the car around corners, rowing through the gears
>you can hardly make out their yells and screams of surprise over that beautiful mechanical symphony, and that's just the way you like it
>all those years, worth it in an instant
>what a wonderful machine
It would cost a lot more than P2P, is honestly not necessary, and would guarantee the game being shut down after a relatively short time instead of remaining online indefinitely.
Yeah it sucks when you end up in some game where the host is a RUS but just quit out. I never persist with laggy games and I'm into a new game faster than it would take slogging through a single laggy round.
He came down from the gobsmaking high to find himself seemingly encased in the soft fabric of the matress. Breathing heavily, he found himself unable - or too afraid - to move a single muscle. His lower body was throbbing with a dull numbing pain, and his sore mistreated virility was begging for sweet mercy. The thought of being unable to feel his legs, as scary as it was, was replaced by the pleasant feeling of being still alive.
"Still alive, softie ?" the now-familiar deep and guttural voice called, and he shivered with instinctual fear.
He scoffed and coughed, but managed to blurt out a "Yeah babe... I'm good... Super good." that made the Krogan chuckle. Her face appeared over him, a pair of deep blue eyes transfixing his own, a heavy and sour-smelling lit cigar hanging loosely at her lips.
"Well, would you look at that. Looks like you're a man now, pyjaak."
She sat herself next to him.
"I don't recommend you moving from the moment. Don't worry, the local clinic is on its way, you'll be able to walk in no time."
A dull sense of dread and fear spread through his spine, and the way the Krogan was affectionately patting his chest didn't really assuaged him.
"You weren't half bad, even if you only got a pair." she said with an approving playful squeeze on his murdered groin.
"Next time you come here, I'll let you have one or two rounds with a girl of your choice on the house. Maybe with that turian gal you were eyeing at in the catalogue, hm ?"
He dared not answer her, for fear of awakening the demon anew. As the dawning realization that he enjoyed the wild savage rodeo with her unexpected lover was worming its way inside his mind, he simply stared at the ceiling, awaiting the call of the Medivan that would take him away from this terrible place. He knew the Krogan's sadistic laugh would haunt his dreams for a long time.
He would go back to the Smokes a new man. Or at least half a new man.
Hope you will enjoy the story. Let me know what you think and excuse me for any big grammatical or orthographical mistakes you see, as english is not my mother's tongue
and it's getting late here in France.
If a nice anon would screencap the story it would be of great service.
Working with femkrogan was somehow a unique experience and I really hope it was nice to read.
At least it's one thing to cross off the lewd bucketlist.
That was a crazy ride, thanks for taking your time to write it frenchman.
If another anon doesn't get the cap, I'll grab one in an hour when I get the chance.
Late night Li-Ara post!
The CYOA is a choose-your-own-adventure writefag thing that I've been doing on /meg/ for the past two months. Basically, I write out a small portion of the story, and then ask /meg/ to either come up with a response or vote on their choices based on what I wrote and prior updates, allowing the story to evolve as I write it. It's turned into a detective crime drama, and as you can see a few anons earlier in the thread trying
and failingto guess the outcome of their previous actions and predict the future.
Apparently it's become pretty popular.
Yeah, I guess so. Usually one anon swoops in and makes one after every update
Bless you anon, whoever you are.I only have a select few, but I don't want to post them because it would be a huge hint to some of you clever fucks and would give away tonight's update.
6 a.m in France, I'm off to sleep.
Good night /meg/
Hopefully we don't die tonight. I'm still waiting for the sweet sex scene with Cyra ass up, face down.
Keep up the good work, CYOA anon, hope I'll be ableto catch your stuff once I wake up.
Here's the cap for the second part.
Don't make me post the caps I have anon.
All 17 of them. You're also welcome, the caps don't take that long to make anyways.
councilors would be up her ass in a instant
>"YOU MEET A NEW SPECIES AND THE SECOND DAY YOU MATE WITH HIM" tevos screamed in anger
>Cnaelus could only rub his temples at the news
>Vitart was busy thinking about the scientific implications this could lead to, yes this would require study
G'nite Brioche, thanks for the top-notch writefagging today.
You better hope that /meg/ can keep Cyra alive first.
Do it, fuccboi. It'll only make the next part
I was only joking anon. It's your story, I don't want to ruin it by making it easier for us
and knew you'd do something to make it more difficult if I did. I'm not ruining the potential for a proper ending.
I don't mind, actually. Probably a good idea to post them to keep /meg/ alive while I finish up this project I'm working on
If you want to, that is. It's not like you anons will figure out the exact update that gives it away anyway.
I'll just wait. I don't want to spam 17 images in here
or take the chance of making it harder.I need to stop being lazy and actually compact a few of them together. Was it the update before the restaurant scene?
Late night Jack post!
>You decide to smash the glass doors to the balcony. It's already giving up on any attempt to try the front door.
>With a final herculean effort, you grab a chair from the nearby dining table and hurl it at the glass pane. The glass spiderwebs and then shatters with a loud crash, spraying thousands of tiny shards all over the balcony.
>Doing your best to avoid the larger shards of glass, you barely manage to pull Cyra and yourself through the now open window onto the balcony. Freedom at last.
>Now exposed to the open air outside the apartment, you manage to breathe a heavy sigh of relief before a large glob of congealing blood get stuck in your throat, sending you back into a violent coughing fit.
>Every part of your body screamed in pain as you doubled over, struggling for air.
>And then, relief. The overwhelming heat was finally beginning to dissipate. You could feel your body slowly cooling down as your headache began to fade.
>Whatever it was that caused that mysterious phenomena came damn close to killing you. You were alive. It felt like a miracle. You wanted to laugh at your good fortune.
>You wanted to laugh in the face of death.
>The feeling of exhilaration quickly faded as the still form of the Detective pulled you back into reality.
>She still wasn't moving.
>Whoever or whatever had caused the phenomena could still be nearby, coming to finish you off at any moment.
>You dash to the edge of the balcony, only to be met with a dizzying 10-story drop to the walkways below.
>The next adjacent balconies were far out of arms reach.
>The apartment could still be a deathtrap. You didn't want to, but you just might have to take that risk and find out.
>You were trapped. Alone, in an unfamiliar place.
>Fuck fuck fuck FUCK.
>You do your best to calm yourself down. You're still alive. You still have a chance.
>You weren't going down without a fight.
This is the end. What is first move?
Check if the detective is even breathing. Might need to perform CPR (lol best know your xenobiology) if she doesn't have a pulse. Might want to create a makeshift shank out of a piece of your shirt and a large glass shard in case someone does come in to finish the job.
Really hoping /meg/ isn't that dead, I'd like to see how this ends. Hopefully the last chapter doesn't end in our death.
>Your first thought races to Cyra. You best make sure that she's still okay. Or at least breathing. You hope that CPR still works on aliens.
>Crouching down next to her body, you press two fingers tightly against the soft, exposed flesh of her next, feeling for a pulse.
>Becoming slightly more frantic, you move your fingers around to other areas of her neck hoping for results. Maybe it wasn't possible to feel her pulse. Maybe the vein was located in a different area of her neck.
>After a few more seconds of fervent searching, you give up, and instead place your ear directly above her nose and stare down the center of her exposed chest, watching carefully for the telltale rise and fall of her breathing.
>A wave of relief watches over you as you watch her chest cavity slowly expand and contract, almost imperceptibly.
>She was alive, at least. But unconscious.
>How long she would remain in this state, and the full extent of her injuries, you were unsure.
>You decided to keep a close eye on her, hoping to at least keep her stable. You didn't want to risk making her condition any worse by trying something brash.
>Your mind then goes to the interesting orange display that the Detective had been using before the movie. If you could use it to contact someone outside the apartment, it could hold the key to salvation.
>You bring Cyra's limp left arm to bear, and examine to strange black device looped around her wrist. This must've been the source of that strange orange hologram.
>You try waving your hand above the device. Shaking it. Rotating Cyra's wrist. Saying "On!" and "Open!" among various other commands.
>Nothing works. No orange holograms materialize out of thin air.
>Just a black, useless bracelet, mocking you. Perhaps you just didn't know how to activate it. Or maybe whatever fried the apartment had friend the device as well.
>Whatever the reason, it was of no use to you.
>Fuck. Time's short.
What's your next move?
We could use the curtains from the balcony window, make a sheet rope and lower ourselves to the balcony below, should be about 10' down.
We can use our pants to fasten Cyra to us for the descent or tie sheet around her waist and lower her down first.
Gotta try and get someone's attention.
probably should think about getting a weapon. A knife from the kitchen? Also she has to have a gun in her apartment right? Probably somewhere in the bedroom. If the place isn't being fucked by whatever it is. Could always run and try and find it as a last resort.
This doesn't seem like it will end well.
Wrap around like so, you could hold her weight one handed like that. That's how we get skiddish horses in stock trailers.
The only risk is if the sheet can hold her, and if we can get her swinging enough to drop her on the balcony below us.
>You decide to try and get the attention of the neighbors. Maybe they could call for help.
>You look around for any small objects on the balcony that you could throw.
>A table, and two sturdy metal chairs. Nothing more. In your weakened state, you weren't feeling up to the task of chucking a chair more than 20 feet.
>You needed something small, something sturdy, that you could use to hit the window from this distance.
>You pat down your pockets, feeling for anything small, yet heavy enough to attract attention.
>You look over Cyra. Nothing on her either.
>Ah! The glass!
>You pick up a pebble-sized chunk and throw it at the neighbor's window. It bounces off with a harmless 'tic'.
>You throw another. Tic. And another. Tic. Tic. Tic.
>You try the other neighbor's window. Same result, no response.
>You had a choice. Enter the apartment, and find a larger object, or keep trying to throw pebbles.
>A sinking feeling began to rise in your stomach.
>Now was not the time to start getting nervous.
What's your next move?
Remember, anon. We still don't know where the killer is. They could be in the apartment below us, above us, or on either side of us. Or very far away.
By swinging into the apartment below, we could be taking a huge risk. Hell, the killer could think we're dead and by trying to attract the neighbor's attention we're just letting him know that we're alive.
Are you willing to take that risk?
Well guess we gotta fucking try the apartment. Need to make sure when we walk inside, it isn't hot. Even then, once we start feeling heat or something to get out before we get cooked.
Should probably find a weapon, like a kitchen knife. Maybe try to find her gun in her bedroom, but not to take very long. Likely would have it in a nightstand or under a pillow.
Well we are trapped with one way out, the front door. He is more than likely lurking in the hallway waiting for anyone to run out or to turn his device off and confirm his kill and recollect the said device.
Our way out is the most logical place for him to be, we need on a different floor.
I agree we need to leave, but it's too risky to try and use a makeshift rope to swing both of us to another balcony. There has to be another option than the front door or climbing down.
Well we know that device is still on, whether it is on a timer, battery or he can switch it on/off. The moment it goes off he is probably going to gain entry to the room.
I see no other way out.
>You decide to face the risks and reenter the apartment. Maybe you could find a weapon, and then after that, a way out.
>You swallow hard as you brace yourself to reenter the apartment. To feel the strange heat slowly begin to creep through your skin.
>As much as you hated the idea, you didn't have much of a choice.
>Taking one final breath of fresh air, you dash back inside through the broken window.
>Weapon, weapon, weapon.
>Kitchen, living room, bathroom, bedroom.
>You weren't feeling anything just yet, but you were unsure of how long that would last. Surely it would come back. And this time it might just finish what it started.
>Should you go for the quickest option in the kitchen? Or make a run for the bedroom and hope to find Cyra's gun? Or possibly try to find something else in between?
>You were going to have to pick one.
Whats your next move?
What this anon said. >>188230497
As much as I'd like to run for the possible gun, that could get us killed before we could make it back. Perhaps try to reach the fridge to get some sort of cold liquid to splash on the detective's face hoping to wake her up? Worth a try. Maybe some glass bottles to throw as well if the killer does enter the apartment.
Ding! Your progress has been saved.
Thanks for playing as always, anons. I'm saving the next round of updates for tomorrow
especially since you guys are headed down a pretty risky path.Keep at it, and good luck. I'll be back tomorrow ready to write after I get a good amount of sleep.
And here's the cap.
With you, every path is risky you fucker. There's no easy way out of this.Which makes it more fun and will make the ending feel more rewarding.Night anon.
add some sugar or oils (both if possible). It´ll create a lot of smoke without setting the appartment on fire, you want attention and not a fried turian gf. Also it doesnt necessarily have to be on the stove, if the microwaves are still there. Microwave radiation is more than enough to cause a smoke producing reaction.
Source:Myself. I put some fat and sugar mixture in my microwave on relatively low settings, didnt take a minute till smoke filled my kitchen and the alarm went off
Interesting. I've put pancakes into a microwave on multiple occasions and no smoke happened, even though they're both sweet and greasy.
Off-topic: not worrying about allergy, what sweet or salty foods would turians like the most? Being somewhat avian, perhaps something a bit hard and dry to peck at?
maybe it depends on what type of oil/fat you use, i think it was palm fat i used.
> what sweet or salty foods would turians like the most
I think salty liqourice would be liked or bonbons and lollipops in general. Given that they seemingly lack molars their jaws arent made to crush food like earth based animals. So stuff like pretzel sticks wouldn´t be good to eat. However, given that they seemingly have a strong tongue, i think that anything that can be licked would be liked more. Plus the turians would need lot´s of salts in their bodies
Frenchman here, would you be interested in another lewd fic /meg/ ? If so, do you have a specific alien to pair with a human you want to see ? Please do not ask me to do female Elcor for my sanity sake
I wrote lewds about almost every major alien female except Hanar, Elcor, Volus (but I'm not touching that), Vorcha (pls no), Batarians, Angara and surprisingly enough, Asari.
I'll slowly begin working on the C-Sec couple continuation otherwise.
Would you be okay with a Hanar? They might be way too polite but at least it would be pure, cute and comfy. I'm not sure if there are any female Hanar (plus the tentacles, so...), maybe pair it with an Asari?
Those Asari-Hanar porn games they sell on Shin Akiba are really nasty.
> would you be interested in another lewd fic /meg/ ?
Have you thought about nonhumanxnonhuman pairing ?
Like Elcor x Elcor ?
I don't really know how a fembatarian is supposed to look like. Aren't they covered in soft fur ? Do they foam ? Do they have four tits ?
Asari X Hanar might work. Some anons from lots of threads ago asked me to do Drell X Hanar but I didn't managed to get a good handle on the story.
Any other propositions ?
>Joseph runs up and chomps on your shoulder
Seeing huge, 20 metric tonne reptiles on alien worlds would've been cool.
Honestly I think that's what I'll do. Need to take a break from the crazier pairings to go back to something way more vanilla and sweet, with lots of sexual tension and fumbling around in the dark.
And not just because the resident detective Turian is not getting any lewd action any time soon.
If y'all want me to repost any of my stories just say the word.
Also, one last question : when do you think I should set the C-Sec continuation in the ME "timeline" ? First was during early ME2 l in my headcanon. Part 2 could either be after Cerberus coup, or after Destroy ending, or even be during peaceful times just in-between 2 and 3.
Andromeda was full of the same monsters on every planet, nothing new, nothing that caught my attention, they could have made anything, but they were all a bust of imaginative fags.... And to think all they had to do for ideas was watch "walking with dinosaurs"
It'll include degeneracy from which /meg/ has rarely seen like
emotional connection and sex used as a method of expressing affectionincluding a heafty dose of heavy petting, exploratory kisses, and asking for seconds.
After the destroy ending like another anon said, its more
comfythat way. Could use some interesting flash backs such as about them fighting Cerberus, showing more of their companionship. Or not, it's your story. Looking forward to it.
Here's a question.
If you're electromagnetically launching a projectile with X amount of muzzle energy, does that require (roughly) the same amount of electrical energy? Fusion reactor, battery, whatever.
Let's say it's a tank round with 15MJ of muzzle energy. If you want to propel that slug at the same speed with coils, does that require dumping 15MJ of electrical energy through the electromagnets?
Not sure how much 15MJ is in volts, amps or watts, but you get my point.
Does the maingun on a dreadnought in Mass Effect require 158,992GJ of electrical energy?
Steel is only so strong, even if you brace the hell out of a gun that shoots a thousand times harder than a tank, wouldn't it shoot the gun through your ship and the projectile through your enemy?
It's space magic, you ain't gotta explain shit
Well, I'm far from an expert, but I would think the sheer mass of the entire construct, including the ship itself, would help with containing and managing the recoil. I mean, it's a fuckin' gun.
But yeah, I don't know how they stop it from just going right through the enemy ship assuming there's no shield. It just explodes, maybe?
some of them make a bit of sense
could c-sec handle a bunch of zeds causing chaos?
Why is there so little FemshepxLiaraxTali fanart/fics out there? Seems like the most obvious fan pairing to me.
Thank God. Tali is a pure christian waifu not some alien slut.
I see futuristic ship warfare wouldn't change much from today, less about firing direct fire projectiles at each other rather than using missiles at extreme stand off distances, where you are not even at line of sight at what you are shooting at.
when an object has enough KE it disintegrates/explodes on contact as opposed to just going through it
Yeah, I was thinking about the whole having more kinetic energy than the chemical energy keeping the projectile together, or whatever it was. The reason Shoemaker-Levy exploded immediately.
there´s a simple solution: mass effect fields
Besides that I think the structural integrity of the ship along with some kind of recoil mechanism will buffer the immense force. Or the main guns are recoilless rifles
Maybe upon impact the projectile will shatter or it´ll melt, or maybe it´ll go straight through the target. I doubt there´s a practical solution to prevent overpenetration
Turians can and will ride anything they want
Same problem today, today just send more missiles than it can keep up with.
I also imagine that if warp ever becomes a real thing that each missile will contain the proper components to get them down range faster and closer.
Basically no system is without losses. You will need to invest more electrical energy than is converted into kinetic energy on a conventional em gun, even if well designed. However, don't forget that the guns in this setting operate with mass effect fields. Manipulating mass via eezo likely requires exorbitant amounts of energy, reducing efficiency of such a gun even further. So then, why make em guns with mass effect fields at all? Power isn't a constraint in this setting, but barrel length always is. Mass effect fields permit greater final velocity in a shorter barrel length.
I wonder whether you could let a missile drop out of warp inside the shield barrier of a target, which would require an immensely precise warp jump
> that do what
cancel the recoil
The only way you can cancel out, or at least reduce the recoil, is by raising the mass. You can't raise the mass of the gun because you need to lower the mass of the projectile to allow higher velocities. You can't raise the mass of the ship, because that would mean raising the mass of everything and everyone on-board.
I suppose you could lower the mass inside the barrel, and raise the mass of the surrounding structure, but having two different mass effect fields next to eachother sounds like a bad idea.
lowering the mass fields inside the barrel, so the projectile has less mass should be enough. You accelerate your projectile without creating much recoil. You´d still have recoil but it would be much smaller than with a projectile with "normal" mass.
No, man, your recoil is however much muzzle energy the projectile has. Lowering the mass doesn't matter if the total amount of kinetic energy is the same.
You can accelerate a 5.56x45mm NATO round around to such speeds that it has the same muzzle energy as a .50 BMG. It certainly weighs a LOT less, but it's traveling at insane speeds, so the recoil would be the same.
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Damn you all!
I was fine with the ending.
A boss battle would have ruined it.
Does he also tell me to check my email?
Also Jack best gril.
I think the mass of the ship should be sufficient for the recoil to be negligible, but lets do the math. The fired slug (taking the 20kg 0.013c figure) has 77.9e6 kg m/s of momentum. Is there a figure given anywhere for the mass of a dreadnought? I'm will to bet its on the order of megatons, at least. 5 megatons corresponds to 0.0176 m/s delta v exerted over 0.4ms. Thats 4.4g for a millisecond and a displacement of 10 micrometers.
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Dont know about the mass in the ME universe, but we can compare it to current earth ships.
A Gerald-R.-Ford class carrier is appox. 330 m long with a displacement of 100.000 t . An Alliance Dreadnought is between 800m and 1km, so approx. 4 times the size. Which would result in still less than a megaton of mass. I think that the ships would one megaton at max, possibly less. All the mass is costly and difficult to maneuver
Even at 0.5 megatons you're looking at such a short recoil in both time and distance as to be insignificant. Everything sensitive can be engineered to withstand shocks of 100g even now. The crew would feel it as just a vibration, and only in time of some serious fucking combat. I think it's within reason and not worth the overhead of damping.
I really like that picture. I can't help but imagine she's been at a cereony of some kind involving flowers, but she feels alone and is afraid to participate, watching from a stone-wall overlooking the sunlit field with all the people.
Maybe her boyfriend comes up and sits down next to her to keep her company. The two having a pleasant conversation while basking in the sun.
Maybe uses his too many fingers to
braid a few of the flowers into a little wreath for her to wear.
A dreadnought main gun will only ever be used against other large ships or in bombardment. Ship to ship only happens in major conflicts, and while it is in some sense attrition, its a necessary arms race. Enemy dreadnoughts needs to be taken down by significant firepower or they'll dominate the conflict, since bombers and such small craft arent a major thing in this universe. Given that, the stresses of taking hits will always be far more significant than of firing. If you design the ship to withstand fire, it can withstand firing.
A battle between any warship in Mass Effect would be a war of attrition. It's a matter of keeping your shields up the longest, and he who loses that, loses his ship.
Even a frigate would have a potent maingun, but a dreadnought? A single round hitting anywhere on even another dreadnought would immediately take it out.
Maybe I should try going over in /aco/ drawthreads and ask if there was an anon kind enough to take upon my request ?
I wondered if I should also post my stuff in their erotic fiction / xeno thread. Never really dared to post anything outside of /meg/ really.
the question in general would be whether a projectile gun would be viable in space. A Laser weapon could be more accurate and it´s more difficult to evade such a weapon, as you would´t see it coming. The moment you see the weapon fire, the beam would already reach you.
Shouldn't the concept of submarines still exist? A ship that could launch a large enough warhead to cripple and harass enemy movements, as well as starve colonies of resources.
I figure a raiding and ambush doctrine would counter large sluggish ships, as subs did to carriers and battleships.
Even a 0.001c projectile from a smaller craft would be near impossible to evade. I don't think there's enough detail on the engineering to really conclude but lasers need deformable optics capable of sinking a shitton of heat and a computerized solution to maintain a beam waist at a single point on a craft. Whatever heat is allowed by optics technology will be easily matched by armor heatsinking/ablating tech or even scattering countermeasures.
well uh, the Normandy is kinda a sub, although it´s used differently than you suggest. It enters a system undetected, drops of a team and retrieves it after the mission is done.
For the rest you could use ordinary ships. When you´re on FTL noone will see you coming, Radar and Ladar are useless. You jump into a system, fire off your guns and retreat.
Also even without advanced armor outright defeating lasers, a double hull could be used. Though the outer hull might be easily penetrated, keeping focus on the inner hull through the aperture made in the outer hull would require maintaining a consistent position relative to the target, which is for sure damn near impossible.
The more the merrier!
Heatsink incorporated into the armor, thermally isolated from the cabin. Idea is to disperse the heat of the laser across a larger area, but enough heat and the armor will ultimately melt as it otherwise would at the point of laser impact.
Best I could find, get well soon... you faggots.
thanks fags, I´m feeling really appreciated right now
> I also came to the sudden realization that i dont have Mass Effect bed sheets
Someone gave me a copy of Andromeda for ps4. Is there anything I should do to enjoy the game before I start it?
I'm going into this expecting a shitfest but I would like some tips that would salvage it if possible.
I'd say go into it with a neutral attitude, new galaxy, new crew, new ship.
I remember when I first played ME 1 and felt like I was going through the motions through most of it, then I got invested towards the end.
By going for
Biotic skills are fun. Look up some interesting build compositions. Pull + Throw is always amusing.
no anon, back to best girl posting
>mfw vetracucks will never see their worthless waifu in another game