Build a clockwork car and go dragracing. We'll show those young punks and their inferior HORSES whos boss!

Giant.
Robot.

Build a series of clockwork loli robots.

Boil water.

rolled 5 = 5

>>7423549
You decide to unveil your genius out on the streets. Using your recent discovery in the field of clockwork engineering and locomotion, you being construction on your brand new clockwork racer. Soon those bastards will know you're no fool.

A week passes, and another, and another. Ground gears and broken chains fill your workshop. You're halfway through you're second month when you smile and wipe the sweat from your brow. It's complete.

You wash up and dress in your most dapper clothes, which, being Scottish, isn't much, but still, you get into your racer and take it gently out of your workshop out onto the street. It doesn't take long to find those STEAMSTERS on their steam powered horses, acting like punks with their pompadours. They look at you and laugh. "HAHAHA! OLD MAN! Where's the steam supposed to go!? Looks like a printing press!" Oh, they'll get theirs. They'll get theirs!"

Roll 1d20 for the start of the race. Higher the better.

Invent the Babbage Engine, then a clockwork internet.

And then... Make a quest thread.

>>7423578
/thread

rolled 18 = 18

>>7423605
HELL YES, BE A REGULAR DELOREAN

When this baby hits 88 rotations per hour, you're going to see some serious shit.

rolled 5 = 5

>>7423615
You take off without warning, your wheels squealing against the cobblestone street. The punks on their steamhorses stare in awe, completely taken aback at the sudden burst of speed you produced. "Wowie zowie," one says. "Let's get 'im!" Another yells, and they kick their steam horses and head after you.

They're far behind, but your device is experimental.

Roll 1d20 for equipment failure, lower the better.

rolled 15 = 15

>>7423645
If this explodes, tell the woman I stare at through my clocknoculars that she has a fantastic corset and very fine ankles.

>>7423697
And that was the end of the mysterious clockwork scientist.

rolled 5 = 5

>>7423697
You hear a clang and your clockmobile sputters and slows to a stop. There's a grinding noise coming from the engine until your deactivate it.

Those punk kids on their steamhorses come cruising by; the boys making crude remarks and the girls flashing their wrists at you.

You'll show them.

Roll 1d20 to fix the problem. Higher the better.

rolled 5 = 5

>>7423605
>>7423645
>>7423724
WTF! How do I keep rolling 5s? If this ends in a 5 . . .

rolled 16 = 16

>>7423724
How the fuck do you keep constitantly rolling 5s?

Looks like we need some kind of Ye Olde Victoriane AAA.

>>7423736
YOU BROKE THE DICE. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.

rolled 10 = 10

>>7423743
This is getting fucking weird.

ANYWAY!

You pull out our toolbox and pop open the hood. You see the problem immediately: A faulty gear cracked under the pressure and gummed up the works. Easy to fix, provided you have the right sized replacement. Looking at your toolbox, you fish through until you find the correct fit. With your wrench and hammer, you work the broken hunk of metal free and replace it. A bit of grease and everything should move fine.

You get back into your seat and reactive the machine. It sounds perfect! You can see those punks up ahead, having slowed down to enjoy their "victory". You'll show them.

Roll 1d20 to catch up to them, the higher the better. AND I SWEAR, IF I ROLL A 5, I DON'T KNOW WHAT!

rolled 17 = 17

>>7423774
Fuck this win business.

They're in front of us now. Run them down.

>>7423774
You rolled a multiple of five.

>>7423774
You rolled a 10. That's like a... DOUBLE FIVE.

>>7423789
That's pretty high.

We should grab their women and sodomize them as we pass.

>>7423789
You hit the go-a-rator and speed off, your machine clicking and clocking and ticking and tocking as you zoom down the road. Those punks are sitting pretty in front of you, oblivious to your approach.

That is, until you're right behind them. You blast the horn and they fall off their horses just in time for you to smash through them. The punks scrape their elbows and knees against the ground, but their steam horses, those old archaic things, are flattened, their water and PRECIOUS STEAM spilt all over the place. You laugh and continue on your way, enjoying the stares of the people on the street.

Well, you've clearly made an impression with your new invention. What's next on the itinerary?

>>7423803
I think we should combine this with the idea of running them down.

Ergo, we gun it up behind them, fishtail into their bikes, knocking them on their arses and launching their women into the backseat of the clockmobile. We speed out over the finish line, do a hand-brake 180 turn, stop the car, lean back on the seat and say, "Ladies."

>>7423825
DISREGARD FEMALES.
ACQUIRE CURRENCY.

>>7423825
Buy a new hat.

A clockwork hat. That fires gears. Of candy.

Peak Steam is a myth brought to you by the same alarmists that invented Global Warming.

>>7423847
The amusing thing is that water vapour is actually a major greenhouse gas that is highly prevelant. Unlike carbon dioxide which is a trace substance.

Make a clockwork rifle and a clockwork motorcycle and be a clockwork mad max.

BUILD A HYDRAULIC

CLOCKWORK

CODPIECE

OF BRASS AND GOLD

>>7423865
>clockwork mad max

FUND IT

We should make a clockwork clock.

It's time to team up with Nikola Tesla

Decisions, decisions, decisions.

The capabilities of this new clock technology is practically limitless. But how should you utilize it?

Please come to a consensus on your next course of action within a timely matter.

>>7423897
Disregard females.
Acquire currency.

>>7423897
I build a clockwork consensus.

GIANT.
ROBOT.
LOLI.

>>7423897

Make a clockwork female.

Then clockwork currency.

Team up with Tesla for super clockwork glory

>>7423913
this.

I've deduced that you wish to:

Collaborate with Nikola Tesla in creating clockwork women.

Is this correct?

>>7423913

Very this.

>>7423927
Depends. Is the Nikola Tesla clockwork?

>>7423927
AND THEN WE SELL THEM FOR CURRENCY

>>7423865
don't remember him driving a motorcycle at all in the road warrior....

Electro-Clockwork bitches.

>>7423940
>Doesn't seem to know who Nikola Tesla is

>>7423944

THIS PLAN CANNOT FAIL!

You rev your clockwork engine and look at those punks on the ground. With a hearty laugh, you skid away, kicking up dirt behind you and spraying it into their faces.

Women! Electro clockwork women! You'll produce them, and sell them for currency! You'll be a mechanical pimp! Perfect! Of course, such complex love machines will require a bit more oomph than you are capable of.

You think through the list of inventors and engineers you know and even those that you only know of. You pass a billboard with Nikola Tesla on it, a woman around each of his arms, both holding lightbulbs. That classy motherfucker. That's your answer.

But how do you convince Nikola Tesla to work with you? After all, you're in Scotland, while he's in Austria or Paris or wherever a globetrotting playboy electrical engineer like that would tread.

>>7423966
Do you have that reaction image in clockwork?

>>7424006
issue a friendly challenge
build camaraderie
propose a joint enterprise

>>7424020
I ran out of gears. :(

>>7423531

This sounds like a Goon Show plot.

Good ol' Neddie Seagoon has to go into the far wilds of Scotland to meet Henry Crun the famous steam-engineer to find a replacement for steam. Along the way, he gets manipulated by the hungry and out-of-work gear-salesmen Gryptyppe-Thynne and Moriarty try and convince him to go clockwork. In the end it turns out the world can be powered by Major Bloodnok. And along the way Bluebottle gets deaded and Eccles tells himself to shut up.

Comedy gold.

>>7424037

Well that's the end of this quest.

>>7424114
BRAVO!

I especially like the way you came up with this clever quest idea, sir.

I don't know if Tesla would approve of creating women, given his notable disdain for them.

Contact multiple notable scientific dignitaries with the intention of holding a faire, where each may show off their latest contraptions. In the run up to the event, plan to meet with Tesla, and propose a little "show" to the steamsters, to show that their age is over. A "Villain" will attack the faire, and only the combined power of Tesla's electric marvels, and our clockwork ingenuity will be able to stop it.

>>7424125
>>7424128
Well are you two interested in continuing?

>>7424128

He only hates them because the natural kind are imperfect and impossible to predict, unlike (ironically) electricity.

Clockwork women, on the other hand...

>>7424060

>>7424139
Nah. Mostly I just want scratch my balls and think about going to bed.

If you want to continue I don't mind though.

>>7424139
I'm game if you are

>>7424006
>But how do you convince Nikola Tesla to work with you?

by rolling a d20, obviously

rolled 4 = 4

>>7424190

>>7424209
WE FAILED. TESLA HATES US.

>>7424190
I like the way you think.

>>7424209

well...no Tesla for us

anyone got a better plan?

>>7424209
Bitch, please. Not fucking happening.

>>7424220

Entice him with clockwork gold.

Or suggest to him we can seriously fuck up Edison's shit if we worked together.

>>7424232
This.

How the fuck do you run out of steam? Please explain that to me.

>>7424242
Clearly there is no steam to be found.
>>7424232
>Fuck up Edison's shit.
MOTHERLAND

>>7424220
Suck up to Edison now, and get him to steal Tesla's plans for us.

Hrmm. Tesla or Edison?

>>7424276
Nikola.
Crack open a bear, make clockwork women, acquire currency.

Tesla. Edison is a crazy fucking bastard.

Edison would steal our patents. Tesla is our man.

You dial up Tesla on your miraculous long range SOS machine or whatever the fuck those things are called.

His secretary answers and sends you the dots and dashes asking what the fuck do you want?

>>7424289

Crack open a bear?

Good thing we have our clockwork bearcracker handy.....

>>7424141

Also they keep throwing undergarments in his inventions.

>>7424356
To forge an alliance of fringe scientists! To strike back at the corrupt heart of those who scorn all ways but their own!
To forge a new, better world with the technologies we create!
The dawn of a new age!

Tesla was no doubt scorned too by the steamsters, how can he refuse?

>>7424393
The secretary is all, "What the fuck are you going on about? Who is this?" You tell her. "That Scottish guy? Uh, alright. One second."

There's no message for a few minutes, then some more dots and dashes come through saying, "Yo, this is Nicky Tesla, what do you want?"

>>7424393
>how

"No."

>>7424430
"Yo NT you mad motherfucker, how's it hanging?"

>>7424450
"Like a mo'fuckin' python, my nigga. Who dis?"

"yo, Nicky, homes. I have some business propositions that are almost too good to be true. It involves both Electro-Clockwork women, Mad scientist parties and overthrowing the establisment"

>>7424459
"It's the notorious John Logie Baird" (I went with that because you mentioned Scotland at some point, otherwise substitute our actual name) "You down to rip it hardcore?"

>>7424481
"Wisdom." THAT MEANS HE IS DOWN! He's gonna arrange for you to come by ship to his workshop in, uh, Antarctica. The ship will arrive to pick you up and in a week. So you've got 7 days to handle your affairs in Scotland.

>>7424503
Get more gears.
Then get some more gears.

>>7424503
Get money, fuck bitches, smoke trees.

And also pack our finest clothes and alcohol. And some stuff for the cold.

may i suggest stocking up some clockwork tools of the trade, and some biscuits. then head out for a night at the pub to enjoy a couple pints of lager. besides... hwo knows what might happen at the pub?

>>7424459

"Yo, it's Alred Nonymous, look, nigga, we got a propizition for ya, know how that mofuckin Edison's all in your shit? Hows about we get together and send that cracka's ass to the curb? Team up for SCIENCE, man, ya dig?"

Might be worth selling all our remaining steam and investing in a gearmaker. By the time we're done steam will be worthless and gears will be gold.

Otherwise prepare tools and equipment, and buy a really warm coat.

Alred Nonymous, aka, you, goes around to your workshop, packing up all your gears and schematics and wrenches and shit. Then you pack up all your nice silk clothes and shit.

When that shits all done, you put on your dopest hat and go to the local dance clubs. They're playing Mozart and shit, and all the women be goin' crazy, shaking their wrists and ankles.

while on the way to the pub we invest heavily in gears.

Lets attempt to hook up with them bitches. after all we need some models for our Electro-Clockwork women prototypes.

No one else is still here?

I am, I think everyone just assumed we were going to do this >>7424521 for a bit.

Clockwork guns that can be reloaded fast, simple to manufacture, and can multiple rounds fast.

Still here. I like >>7424604 this idea too.

Alright.

So you pack up all the shit you want, including your fantabulous clockwork car, your finest clothes, and all the gears and doodads you've got. You even sell off all of your remaining steam, and your workshop, using the cash to buy even more gears. You've got a fuckload of gears now. The clerk who sold them to you had a good laugh, "Ha ha, gonna go build some clocks are ye?" What a douchebag.

In the meantime, you keep going to the clubs and dancing to Mozart and shit. The babes keep checking out your fly moves and shaking their wrists at you. One woman was even so bold as to show you her calfs. That image'll stay in your spank bank for a good while. Maybe once this deal with Tesla goes through you'll be able to see knees! Can you imagine?

So anyways, after a week, you're sitting down at the docks, and it's foggy as shit. You've got your few bags of luggage and personal belongings, and several dozen crates of gears and tools.

Out in the distance, through the thick fog, you hear a loud, trembling horn. Soon, a quite advanced steamer ship comes into the harbor, and into the dock. You can see a few electric lights.

It pulls up in front of you and ties off. Some gruff looking dudes come out carrying trash and shit, and start loading up supplies of food and other such . . . ship stuff. A dapper motherfucker wearing a stylish turtleneck comes up to you. "Professor Nonymous?" He asks. "These men will load your belongings, and then we'll be on our way to Master Teslas' laboratory." He welcomes you onboard, and the strong dudes load all your gears and nick nacks.

The boat ride will take about a month to get to the Antarctic lab. The captain tells you that Tesla will be there waiting for you. Until then, you've got free reign of the ship. Of course it's mostly dudes. Except for the captains' recently 18 year old daughter. She's in her room studying her bible.

>>7424826
It's time to get the other members of the crew on our side as bro's. Crack out some alcohol and play cards with the one's that are off duty, and give a particularly fine bottle to the captain to say thank you for being such a gracious host. Then bone his daughter.

Ghetto clockpunk. I'm down with this.

It'd be a bad idea to piss off the captain this early, so getting in with the crew seems like a good idea. Especially if we may have to force a mutiny later on. Talk to the daughter if we get a chance, otherwise busy ourselves making tiny mechanical spiders that would be incredibly useful for search and rescue, but also serve the double purpose of being able to crawl through tight spaces and administer a dose of toxin to someone while they sleep, then escape leaving no trace.

Just thinkin' ahead here.

>>7424826
We leave his daughter alone because Niko is a bro.
Bros before hoes, man.

You spend a couple days drinking with the crew and playing cards. They're pretty alright guys. They all work for Tesla, but they've never really met him. The Captain does most of the communicating for them.

As for the captain, you give him a bottle of booze and he thanks you, giving you a high five.

A week passes and you start to feel the itch for ankles. You make sure the captain is busy in his control room or whatever, and you go to his daughter's bedroom. You knock a couple times and she answers. She looks like an electro clockwork woman come to life. She's SHOCKINGLY good looking.

Over the course of the journey, you two show each other your arms and legs, and on the last night before arriving in Antarctica, she lets you hold her knees. GOD DAMN IF YOU DIDNT HAVE AN EXPLOSION IN YOUR PANTS.

So check this shit out. The ship busts through some thin ice and pulls up to this dock. You come out dressed in a warm as fuck coat, because it is cold as shit, and you disembark from the ship. The worker dudes carry your shit and other supplies from the ship through this big ass vault looking door. When you turn around to look at the ship, you see the captain's daughter standing on the edge watching you leave. You give her a nod, turn around, and don't look back. Like a motherfucking G.

In through the doors, you immediately feel warmer. So much in fact that you remove your heavier clothing until you're down to a respectable three piece suit. It's incredibly bright in here, wherever here is, as electric lights line the ceiling. You see a large warehouse looking place, with gruff looking workers carrying the crates and bags and shit all over the place.

Down a hallway to your right, you hear a woman's voice calling you. You assume she's Tesla's secretary.

>>7425025
"Yo babe where can I find the big T and what's he up with?"

(I suck at niggerspeak)

>>7425025
Light a pipe and wink at the woman, suave like a motherfucker.

You light up your pipe, smoking the FINEST tobacco, and strut right up to this fine ass honey, and oh, she does have a fine ass ass. "Yo baby, where the boss man at?"

"Uh, Mr. Tesla is in his study. He'll meet with you once I show you to your room." She does some signal shit with her hand, and some of the goon looking guys pick up your personal shit and carry it behind you as you follow her to your room.

It's this well sized place, bigger than the entire house you used to own back in Scotland. The big dudes drop your shit and leave while the secretary shows you around. It's a quick tour, the basics, and she leaves fast. Apparently she doesn't like you too much. Before shes goes, she tells you directions to Tesla's study. They're a bit complicated, and by your trip to your room, you surmised that this complex is fucking huge.

>>7425140
Build those little clockwork spiders.
Have them draw out a map.
In machine code.

>>7425140
Let's make a clockwork compass to help us navigate, and a mechanical rose that says "How about we hop on the good foot and do the bad thing?" when that woman touches it. WE NEED TO BONE TO KEEP OUR STREET CRED DAMNIT.

>>7425202
You mean...
ELBOWS?
Perhaps even shoulders?

A daring plan, good sir.

>>7425251

Nah man. We're so fucking slick, we could get some tummy.

>>7425251
I did in fact mean the boney extremities, but this man >>7425260 believes we can go further, and I agree, onwards, to GLORY!

>>7425311

Alred Nonymous, going boldly where no unmarried man has gone before!

the time of steam is over. a new dawn of SCIENCE! has come.

I've been up all night, and I am too tired to continue this now.

We'll pick it up tomorrow probably. Or something.

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